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floweryrkive · 4 months

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with you ? always.

a huh yunjin drabble !

genre : fluff, a tad bit of angst.

pairing : idol!yunjin x non!idol! bodyguard!gn!reader, established (secret from everyone) relationship.

warnings : none that I can think of but lmk if I missed anything !

author's note : ah this was going thru my brain so bad that I ended up making another whole blog to upload gg fanfics 😭 the lack of yunjin fics at times is so sad :") anyways enjoy and lmk what you think !

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The arena was filled with loud cheering, bright lights and very, very many people yet the one who you wanted to see seemed to not be visible at all.

It was the end of another successful concert, the girls' final greetings having been done and the arena going dark to let them come backstage.

You'd been at the back as well, staring in awe at the way they performed more specifically at the way she did. You don't think you once even looked at anyone else, though you knew and appreciated how hard they all worked but she was, well for you at least, different.

You were head over heels in love with the woman, you'd literally go and pluck the stars from the night sky or go in the deepest of oceans to find the shiniest pearl if she even simply asked you for it.

Huh Yunjin.

And by some miracle you think, she loves you too. Not that you weren't someone who didn't deserve her. You had your own accomplishments which ultimately led you to working as her personal bodyguard.

Though you were pretty sure if someone told you ,a few months ago, that you'd be in a relationship with said woman, you'd probably have punched them for making such an awful joke.

You didn't get on the right foot. Her being stubborn and not wanting a bodyguard to follow her around even if she wants to go to a simple trip to the store while you were just trying to do your job.

She acted like a menace that time but that's a another story for another time.

For now, you just wanted to check up on her. And as though the universe favoured you for the first time in a while, but you do think it did favour you when you somehow ended up with her, you spot her making her way after all the other girls walked in.

Her hair was slightly tousled, sweat covering her forehead and her face all red from performing but you still find her the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid your eyes on.

She seemed to look around for someone, and a small grin made its way on your face, realising she might be looking for you.

Her stylists and the crew were already helping the girls out by giving them water bottles and towels, she seemed to promptly ignore them as she still searched around.

You shook your head when she declined a water bottle and moved your hand to grab one from the person passing them around.

Once you looked up, before you could even call her, she spotted you and maybe it was the lights in the room but her eyes seemed to brighten up even more than they usually were.

You gulped as you realised just how much you loved to see her look at you like that, thinking about what you'd do if it ever disappeared.

She sprinted across the room and stood in front of you. You had to tilt your head slightly down as she was shorter than you. You bit your lower lip to prevent a grin from forming on your face as you saw the same excitement glow on her face each time she seemed around you.

"Hi." She breathed out as a smile formed on her face and you couldn't control your own chuckle as you shook your head.

"Hello." You said with your hands behind your back still holding the water bottle. You looked around briefly, noticing how the busy crew was tending to other matters, leaving Yunjin to her since she didn't seem like she needed anything at the moment.

Well not anything they would be able to provide because what she really wanted was who stood in front of her.

"So what did you think of the performance?!" Her cheery voice brought your attention back to her as she put her hands to her side, clenching her fists as though she was nervous and excited. But also to control herself from throwing herself at you like she sometimes would.

Being the observer you were, you knew she was out of breath seeing her chest rise and fall in quick breaths so you put your hand in front, prompting her to take the water bottle.

"Drink some water first bab— Miss." You coughed out before the nickname slipped, her eyes blinking when she recalled where she was.

"R-right! Water! Yes, uhm thank you." She grabbed the bottle, trying to open it but her hands were sweaty and the condensation on the bottle seemed to have made it slippery too.

"Here." You grabbed her hand and took the bottle back, opening the cap, and handing it back to her.

"Thank you!" She smiled at you as she gulped down a sip, almost moaning in relief as the coolness calmed her throat and mind.

Checking your surroundings, you made sure no one was paying attention before you, leaned in closer to her, just a little forward to not seem suspicious but also only say something she could hear.

"Anything for you, baby." You whispered sweetly as though it was the most normal thing, and it was but not at that time.

You stood straight in time to see her choke, and your eyes widened reaching for her water bottle as you briefly went beside her to pat her on the back.

"Wh-what did you—" Once her coughing stopped, she looked at you while glaring but you could see her cheeks turn pink.

"What? I said nothing." You shrugged innocently, as you put your hands to your side now standing beside her.

"You-!"

"Unnie?" Eunchae came up in front of you, calling Yunjin who was flustered and glaring at you.

"We're going back to the hotel and probably planning to eat out, joining?" She eyes you two, in suspicion but you just looked blankly, looking away from them.

Yunjing thought about it for a second though, because what she really wanted was to spend her time with you now. She was exhausted and didn't feel like going out, just wanted you to hold her until her world was just the scent of your cologne and warm arms around her.

Sighing, she just nodded, trying not to look too disappointed by how her plans seemed to go differently.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Her tone sounded off but Eunchae figured it was likely exhaustion.

"Alright we'll be in the van!" She happily smiled at you both to which you returned a small grin and Yunjin waved her hand.

"Come on, let's go, they're waiting." You told her as you looked towards the exit door.

"But I wanted to just…nevermind yes let's go!" She shook her head, not finishing her train of thoughts as she moved forward, you trailing behind her in slight confusion as to what her sentence was going to be.

And with that you followed her out to where the van was and greeted the others as you pulled open the door for her.

The night went smoothly after that, having been told you could go on your own after you dropped off the girls at the restaurant, being reassured you weren't needed because it was just below the hotel and there were the other bodyguards there too.

But it took everything in you to not go and hug her when you were saying your farewell for the day, the disappointment and sadness that glimmered before appearing again.

Why was it so hard to just spend time with you?

She was quick to cover it, her smile, the one that was definitely not genuine, on her face as she waved her goodbye to you. She didn't even mouth anything to you, like she usually would when you'd leave and you knew there was something up.

Being the best partner you thrived to be, you got back to the hotel, to your room, changed into comfy grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt while putting on another layer of a black jacket, put on your cap and went about.

It was difficult though. To find a flower shop open at this hour but lucky for you, there was one downtown that sat in a quiet corner. You made your way there and scanned the variety of flowers, the middle aged woman greeting you while you politely greeted her.

Finally settling for a combo of red and white tulips, you got a bouquet made and quickly made your way back to the hotel so as to not seem like some sort of creep. You'd hidden the flowers in a paper bag that the lady gave you and it was better to hide them that way.

Going back to your room, you made sure you looked decent enough, threw the paper bag on your bedside table and got out of your room.

Lucky for you, both yours and her room were near each other. The privilege of a personal bodyguard you suppose. She messaged you a few minutes ago that they were back and she was headed towards her room.

Her last message to you read,

'goodnight :( miss u <3'

It was only two minutes ago, so you doubt she'd be asleep as you stood in front of her door.

You looked down to prevent your face from being visible, scanning the hallway to make sure no else was there before you knocked on the door.

You could hear some shuffling and then it was quiet for a moment before you saw the doorknob turn.

Yunjin was very confused when she saw someone hiding behind a bouquet of flowers, her brain being a little slow in processing due to her exhaustion but also distraction.

You moved the flowers beside your face, her coming into view now before you grinned at her,

"Hi." She had to blink once, she blinked twice and her mouth fell agape.

"Firstly, these are for you. I don't think I told you about your performance, like you were incredible as always and I just felt like bringing you these to show you since I'm not really good with words and—oomph!" You yelped when she leaped forward and into your somewhat open arms. You quickly put one hand around her waist to stabilise her and yourself while holding the bouquet in the other.

Her head buried itself in the crook of your shoulders as her arms wrapped around your neck. She felt a low vibration from your chest indicating you laughing,

"Seems like my surprise is appreciated."

"Come on love, let's head inside yeah?" She just mumbled in agreement as you slowly walked inside. She moved backwards as you guided her by her waist, careful to not bump into the door.

Placing the bouquet near a table by the entrance, you kicked the door closed as you wrapped your moved your hand to close the lock.

Finally you wrapped your arm fully around her as you continued to stay standing, just in each other's embrace. "Honey, is everything fine? Tell me, is there something bothering you?"

"Just…just you. Missed you. Wanted you." She whispered to you so softly, it made you feel the kind of warmth you do when the sun touches your skin on a cold day. It wasn't too far off anyways considering she was your sun, the brightest star in the sky.

"Well you have me now, want to get more comfy love?" Your hand automatically reached for her head and gently caressed her soft hair. She hummed in both agreement and relief as her previous thoughts of not being able to see you went away.

All she knew in that moment was the smell of your homely cologne, the familiar musky sandalwood and the way you engulfed her form in your arms.

She didn't even realise you were both lying down on the bed until she looked up to see you staring back at her. "Good?" Your voice was low making it sound slightly deeper than usual. Just the tone she secretly loved.

There you both laid, your arms around her body and hers around your shoulders, legs somewhat tangled as she looked up at you and gently grinned.

She nodded as you moved your hand up to her cheek, thumb caressing it as you leaned down.

You kissed her forehead as she shut her eyes, you then moved to her right eye, softly pressing your lips and the same to the other. You pecked her nose before finally settling on a longer peck on the lips.

When you pulled back, she made a noise of protest, which had you giggling at her, "What?" You teasingly asked, "More." and before you could tease her more she moved her hand and grabbed you by your jacket collar, promptly pressing your lips against her soft ones.

It was slow and nothing more, allowing you to taste the strawberry lip gloss she'd put on, the one she knew was your favourite, just happy to be with each other after rarely being able to see each other. You smiled into the kiss as she pushed herself more into you.

With the need of oxygen, you both pulled away from each other, her eyes hazy while yours were similar, her cheeks being pinker than usual and you certainly felt your own burning up.

"Feeling better?" She bit her lip before leaning in to brush her nose against yours before whispering three words that made you grin in delight,

"With you? Always."

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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How would Host react if one day I decided to dress up as and mimic him for a show

Just what are you up to today?

As a consumer of tricks and mischief himself, Host could tell you had a few up your sleeve from the smirk in your eyes down to the tiny hiccups between each word as you asked him to keep all eyes off your dressing room today. Cute. He decided to play along as he had full trust you wouldn't run off, and only a monster would resist such a harmless and innocent request. He was a tad disappointed to hear you wouldn't be there to start the show, but as long as you were there by its climax it'd be yet another smash hit. Host figured he'd do his part and hype up the crowd for your arrival. He hasn't been this excited since that corrupt politician you brought on the other week. His tie is grey today. That's an interesting development

The curtains draw and Host steps out on stage, welcomed by the cheers and appulse of your crowd. They're a rowdy lot today - right off the bat. What's got them so livened up already?

"Good-Day, Folks. Welcome to another exciting episode of your favorite show -"

"With your favorite host!"

Host taps his mic. He wasn't used to feedback unless for comedic effect. The crowd cheers and hollers all the same from the combined greeting - and from the unsteady click of heels on the title floor Host knew he was no longer alone. He twists his head to look back at the figure emerging from the cover of shadows - microphone in hand.

"Well, Well - what's this now? Surprised to see me?"

A confident smirk dawns their face; stride as professional and flashy as their bandaged eyes could lead guided by two stage hands. Their usual flare swapped out with a grey business suit. Hair slicked back to the best of their capabilities and voice carrying that boastful charm. His copy walks up to him, halted by one of their helpers. They whisper something in their ear and the copy's smile grows.

"If it isn't my doppelganger. Handsome devils, aren't we?"

Host does a doubletake at your attire; camera zoomed in on you from all angles. Posture to dress - you were a spitting image; eyes wrapped up with some bandages to complete his signature look. Feeling the relentless stares you've grown accustomed to, you tilt your head up at him. You swap your mic with his as you saulter over to his desk, kicking your feet up on the table as you take your seat. Your left leg missing the table due to your altered sight, but you pick yourself back up and swing it over your right.

"That's better. These shoes are killing me. Speaking of which, how are our dear guests?."

The stage goes dead quiet. Not even a whisper, or an awkward cough to clear the air. You lift your hand up to remove the bandages.

"Haha..."

Host's chest rises with a breath.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

He keels over, clutching his ribcage as he bellows a pitched laugh perfectly synced with the millions of voices in the crowd. He laughs harder, bending to his knees as he squeezes his chest tighter and tighter til theirs a faint crack!. He snickers; practically wheezing as he tries to get out a single word between his fit of hysterics. He scrapes black mucus from the corners of his mouth, shoulders bouncing with a silent giggle as he rises and stumbles over in your direction.

"Y/n... Your performance.. It's so spectacular, it's moved me to tears! I knew I picked the most excellent show host in the biz. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I think I've fallen in love all over again! I knew you'd always upstage me, but if there's anyone who could successfully steal my show - it's you."

The overhead lights blind you as he carefully peals the wrappings from your face. "But if I can make one request, do be a me solid and don't cover up these pretty eyes of yours. Can't have a good show if every part of you isn't accounted for, and you'll need them to see the faces on our dear guests when we bring them out. Today, more than any, we'll knock'em for sure. I look forward to your full act."

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #Host my oc #yandere god #yandere teratophilia #soft yandere

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ace-and-the-rpg-horrors · 4 months

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Shizurui's feelings for each other headcanons (can't believe i've not done this yet, i should have my badge revoked, honestly-)

- as i'm pretty sure all us like... five Shizurui-ers agree, Rui definitely fell first

- minor celebrity crush ever since he was introduced to MMJ! that he didn't think would mean anything. but then after he properly spent time with her on the school trip?

- kaboom, cue falling head over heels queerplatonically <3

- disaster. absolute disaster, he is. he's so obvious about it despite his best efforts not to be

- during W x S rehearsal, Emu'll be chatting about her school day and who she talked to- everyone else catches on to how Rui seems more interested in her rambles immediately after Shizuku's name's mentioned

- even Leo/need finds out about it through Tsukasa and Emu and are gossiping about it. a bit of Shiho has withered away and died at the thought of her sister getting close with Tsukasa's somehow even more chaotic friend /silly

- Shizuku doesn't realise SHE likes him more than an acquaintance, let alone being aware of the other way round

- she subconsciously tries finding excuses to spend time with him <3

- "oh dear :(( i broke the microwave again :(( i suppose i'll have to call Kamishiro-san :(( and he'll spend time telling me how to fix it :(( such a shame... :)"

- it helps that all her friends now direct her to Rui when she has tech issues since they're aware the two know of each other's existences now!! they all reckon it's a miracle they met, since he's the rare one who won't ever get tired of explaining anything related to tech again and again <3 (especially since it's her)

- she definitely takes advantage of that without meaning to. whattt, just wanting to talk to him? as far as she knows, she's just mysteriously become more aware of how often she struggles with computers and appliances!!

- Tsukasa unintentional, oblivious wingman?? TSUKASA UNINTENTIONAL, OBLIVIOUS WINGMAN!!

- "ahaha, Shizuku!! absolutely wonderful show last weekend, we all went to see it and agreed it was marvellous!! especially Rui, actually, i recall him murmuring that you looked "ethereal," haha!! i'm sure he was quite impressed by the stage lighting then!!"

- rest in peace, Rui Kamishiro, he died too young

- 'tis all well though, since Shizuku, OF COURSE, believes he was just on about lights. (and was totally NOT disappointed when she heard Tsukasa's conclusion, nope, not at all, that would be so silly, to expect Rui was complimenting HER and not just the technical aspect of the show, wouldn't it? these idiots /most affectionate)

- Nene makes fun of Rui endless

- once she (almost immediately) pieced it together, she started doing shit like playing a Shizuku focused song to grab his attention when he's absorbed in tinkering and completely tuning everything else out. and then she loses her mind when it WORKS

- "oh, so THAT makes you finally look up?"

- Emu, the most emotionally intelligent character in the game, in my (correct) opinion, also just knows instantly and definitely thinks they're adorable and is VERY straightforward about it

- "Rui-kun, Rui-kun, i have the most WONDERHOY idea, wahahahaha!! you and Hinomori-senpai should TOTALLY go on a DATE over there, at the Ferris Wheel!! :D "

- "...!!"

- "ehhhh?? are you okay?? you look like your heart went crash-bam-boom!!"

- "... Emu-kun, we are very lucky i had paused eating just now because i do not believe you are quite vertically gifted enough to perform the Heimlich maneuver on me."

- Emu wingman number two? Emu wingman number two!!

- it actually gives Rui so much stress that Emu goes to the same school as Shizuku, cause you just know she might let something slip without even meaning to. not like Shizuku would catch on in the vast majority of cases though

- you could have all their friends waving a massive sign at her reading "RUI KAMISHIRO LIKES YOU" in gigantic, lit up letters and she'd be like "aww~ that's so very sweet, i didn't know Kamishiro-san was such a passionate fan of idols!! hehe, i'll remember to thank him for supporting our group so much...!!"

in conclusion: one of them is as oblivious as one can possibly get while the other gets to be nothing of the sort, thanks to his friends constantly reminding him of his feelings at every chance!!

#ace's random thoughts :)#project sekai #pjsk #shizurui #shizuku hinomori #rui kamishiro #shizuku project sekai #shizuku pjsk #mmj shizuku #rui project sekai #rui pjsk #wxs rui #tsukasa tenma #nene kusanagi #emu otori #shiho hinomori #pjsekai #prsk #proseka

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orionsangel86 · 1 year

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The Problem With Thessaly

I’m sure plenty of fans would agree with me that there are certain elements of the Sandman comics that are going to be very difficult to adapt for television. I don’t envy the mammoth task Neil and the creative team on the show have ahead of them. But one element in particular which has been on my mind frequently is how they are going to introduce Thessaly to our screens.

It’s not just that she’s a TERF. It’s that she’s a cold, cruel, selfish, and inconsiderate bitch who only ever thinks about herself. Oh yeah, and she’s a huge TERF. There isn’t a single likeable element to her.

And yet.

We are supposed to somehow believe that our main protagonist, idiotic as he may sometimes be, depressed and seriously down on his luck as he is, will fall head over heels in love with her.

Sorry. But it ain’t happening. Something has gotta change. So here are my thoughts on how they could fix the Thessaly Problem.

Under a cut for comic spoilers (and its a bit long)

I kinda get the reason it happens in the comics. Kinda. I can’t remember the exact quote, or where I read it, but Neil explained it as “two people who you know are absolutely not right for each other and no one who knows them can understand why they are together.” He purposely wrote it to be a really weird match that didn’t make sense.

From Dream’s perspective, at this point in the story he has just had some of his biggest romantic disasters slapped in his face (at one point literally) all within a very short space of time for an entity as long lived as him. First Calliope, then Nada, and then Alianora, and he is hurting from all of them. Having to face his romantic failures one after another within the space of a few years AFTER having to go through 70 odd years of relentless suffering trapped in a glass prison has GOT to mess with your head. So I think Thessaly is basically the worst rebound in history. They are only canonically together for a few weeks but he somehow falls head over heels for this plain, dull, horrible person. 100% this is a rebound. He’s messed up. So yeah, I kinda get it.

From Thessaly’s perspective it seems she just really liked the idea of being the object of someones attention and desire even though she never returned his feelings and left him the minute he stopped devoting all his attention to her (god she really is a bitch).

So why don’t I think this will work in the show?

Because the show is a kinder universe than the comic. Dream is different in the show. He is already more thoughtful, warm, compassionate, and has a better self awareness when it comes to his shortcomings. He’s also a far more romantic character in the show, which is probably thanks to Tom Sturridge’s excellent performance and likeability and absolutely maddening sexual chemistry with literally every character he interacts with (his pretty face doesn’t hurt either). You just have to look at his scenes with Calliope to know that they are playing up the romance and kindness there when in the comics Dream is extremely cold to Calliope throughout their very short interactions.

Given the news that the writing team on Game of You will include trans writers specifically to cover the sensitivities of honouring Wanda, I don’t know how they will adapt the transphobia she suffers at Thessaly’s hand, or whether they will include that at all - personally I think they should remove it. Not to make Thessaly more likeable, but because it reinforces a really wrong view of witchcraft and magick that modern witches and pagans are working extremely hard to reject. Not to get too deep into these topics, but transphobia is a fucking plague in those communities and the last thing we need is more people thinking everyone who practices witchcraft is a fucking TERF. The comic even goes so far as to imply the actual MOON is transphobic. Like WTF? The moon isn’t fucking transphobic and “womb magic” is stupid. If I ever have to read the words “divine feminine” in a witchcraft FB group again I’m gonna scream.

Anyway my point is that I don’t think those scenes in the comic are necessary and there are plenty of other ways to adapt that story without resorting to transphobia.

The other issue is that if they do keep it in, they somehow have to deal with the fact that their protagonist is seemingly totally cool with dating a transphobic murderous bitch. Um. Yeah, not cool Dream. I think the show is going to do everything it can to make Dream MORE likeable and based on what we have seen so far I definitely think that’s the route they are taking.

So yeah Dream won’t be falling in love with a TERF in the show, that I am sure of.

The thing is, the best way they can deal with the Thessaly problem is also the simplest - Don’t include her. Just don’t write her into the show. Simples.

Because we already have a character in the show universe who technically doesn’t exist in comic canon, who knows magic and the occult, and who is MUCH more likeable and kind whilst still being a bit messy and selfish and totally a terrible match for Dream... Oh, and who also happens to be played by possibly the most well known actor on the shows main cast list.

Johanna Constantine.

Jenna Coleman is a fairly big name and one of the primary stars for the show. At least Netflix seemed to think so since her face was all over the marketing and she was included in basically every cast interview, even though her character only turns up in 1 and a half episodes. She is also playing a new version of an already well known character in pop culture and I am convinced Netflix is already considering spin off options for her. So there is no way they aren’t going to include her in future episodes of the Sandman.

Except thats where Netflix has a problem if it wants to stick to comic canon. Lady Johanna Constantine only turns up in one more Sandman story, and John Constantine doesn’t show up again at all in the comics.

So my piece of speculation that I’m almost 90% certain will happen, is that they will bring back modern Johanna Constantine in an extended or adapted role based on another character.

My money is on Thessaly. Remove Thessaly, replace her with Johanna.

I’m not just saying this because I think Johanna and Morpheus hooking up will be hot (it will be, don’t deny it. My bisexual ass knows a hot couple when I see them). But because it makes sense.

Yeah okay we have that pesky little rule about the Endless not dating mortals - but that rule currently doesn’t exist in show canon either, so theres no reason why they can’t just also scrap that for the sake of some sexy, messy, and definitely disastrous bi4bi action.

All jokes aside, with only a few tweaks to the story in a Game of You, you could seemlessly fit Johanna into it. She can be in New York for a specific case, hell, maybe Barbie and the sudden appearance of Martin Tenbones on a busy New York street IS the case she’s investigating? She can still find a way to break Hazel and Foxglove into the Dreaming AND when Morpheus shows up they can have another tantalising showdown like they did in episode 3. It works better with Johanna tbh. She actually cares about people, the motivation is there for her to want to save Barbie and protect people from supernatural sources. We can just make the storm and the collapse of the apartment block be caused by George or the cuckoo or something (or not have it happen at all since I am also practically certain that Wanda is NOT going to die in the show).

This ALSO means that much later on, when Lyta is having her breakdown and destroying the Dreaming, having Johanna being the one to protect her from Morpheus rather than Thessaly also adds a more human element to it. Morpheus has never been a killer, but sometimes his duties demand it. He goes to kill Lyta to prevent the Kindly Ones destroying the Dreaming. If it is Johanna blocking him instead of Thessaly, their motives align. Johanna would protect Lyta for the simple fact that she won’t let a supernatural creature harm a human (as much as she can - sorry Kevin), and Morpheus, being hesitant about killing anyway, would be easily talked out of it by Johanna. “Find another way to save the Dreaming, I won’t let you harm her.”

It just adds an emotional weight that isn’t there with Thessaly, who only protects Lyta because she made a deal with the Kindly Ones in exchange for more centuries of life - an ironic request when Morpheus (and Death) are keeping Hob Gadling alive simply so he can be Dream’s BFF.

It just works for me. Scrap the “no mortals” rule and you can have them have the messy disastrous relationship that doesn’t work out. It is far more believable that Johanna Constantine could break Dream’s heart - she’s already a known heartbreaker in the show (sorry Rachel). It’s a doomed love story a modern audience can get behind, makes sense, the actors already have insane sexual chemistry, and it could definitely hit all those story beats needed to get the show to a version of the Kindly Ones whilst also actively improving it.

I may first and foremost be a Dreamling shipper, but talking in terms of canon I very much want Morpheus to have a passionate short-lived heart breaking affair with Johanna. Fuck Thessaly. Keep her relegated to comic canon. Morphanna all the way.

And THAT is how we fix the problem with Thessaly.

#The Sandman #sandman meta #the sandman comics #sandman comic spoilers #dream of the endless #morpheus #Sandman speculation #the sandman netflix #Johanna constantine #thessaly #morphanna #johanna constantine x dream #a game of you #my sandman thoughts #what does everyone else think about this?#do you also want thessaly replaced?#I just don't think there is any way she fits in the show universe #she's too awful #and I don't personally think we should be making terfy characters likeable either

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sophiasharp · 9 months

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Brain has been rotting out of its skull these last few days thinking about Copia’s initially rocky relationship with the ghouls, particularly about how he made it so much worse to start with.

Cause I gotta imagine that he was only put officially in charge of Ghost after the deaths of the other Papas, so that’s gonna leave him a bit of a mess for a bit, especially because he suddenly doesn’t know who the hell he can trust anymore now that his main support system just got completely wiped out.

(They were the strongest men he knew, they may have played dumb to the Clergy but each of them were so much smarter than anyone gave them credit for, he’d been so sure they would be here till the Abbey itself crumbled, and yet now he’s here. He, the useless bastard younger brother, has lived to see another era, and they haven’t, and it just isn’t fucking fair-)

So when he’s initially put in charge of the ghouls, he endeavors to be detached- to be what he knows Imperator would want from him for fear that even the slightest provocation could send his house of cards crumbling down, as it were. He referred to them only as “ghoul,” was straight and to the point during rehearsal, and then avoided them completely in everyday life if it could be helped.

And then there is the photo shoot. You know, the one with the severed head.

(It was a threat, it was an open fucking threat, not just to him but to anyone else left that could be considered close to him, it was a threat to play his part like they wanted or otherwise join his predecessors in death, it was a warning to his few remaining friends to stay away lest they prove “distracting” enough to the new band leader that they must be dealt with, because why else would it be Terzo’s real head? Why else would they go to the trouble of decapitating a dead man for a magazine cover?)

The day after, Copia gets so much worse. He can’t talk to anyone about the stress he’s under, can’t safely relieve his frustrations and anxiety to anyone else so he takes it out on the ghouls. He becomes hyper critical off their performances. So what if Rain is still learning the bass? So what if Cumulus has yet to fully acclimate to the surface? So what if Dew only regained consciousness from his element change a week ago and is still dealing with the loss of almost his entire pack? So what if they’re all grieving the same way he is? It’s no excuse. They need to be better.

(Don’t they know? Don’t they know the razor’s edge they all were balancing on? Don’t they know they’re all one mistake away from being cast aside? From being sent to the pit without any warning? From having their existence be deemed not worth of the air they breathed? Don’t they know? Don’t they?)

That day the tension snaps between Copia and the ghouls. It’s one unneeded criticism too many and they all just. Leave. They’ve had enough of thinly veiled threats for one day, never mind the rest of the week. It serves as a wake-up call for Copia, makes him realize just how badly he’d fucked up taking his aggression out on the band mates he’s likely to be spending his entire musical career with.

He regroups after that. Endeavors to apologize. To explain himself, if they’d let him. He knew nothing would mend the rift he’d created immediately, but the sooner he admitted his wrongdoings, the sooner he could start over with them, prove he was more than just a cowardly dog hiding at Imperator’s heels.

So he goes to the ghoul den- not for the first time overall, but certainly for the first time since Terzo was dragged off stage all those months ago -and tries to talk to the ghouls, the majority of whom were huddled around the coffee table in front of the couch.

Mountain gets up to meet him in the doorway, and before Copia can get so much as a syllable out, a pamphlet is being thrust into his chest with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

No, not a pamphlet, he realizes as his heart sinks. A magazine. One with a hauntingly familiar image on the cover.

(He still feels the cold blood through his gloves, still feels the weight of the head in his arms, the bright lights of the camera flash seared into his brain even a day later. He wants to scream. To cry. To vomit. To say or do anything and yet it’s as if he’s rooted in place, only able to look at that damn photo and his brother’s dull, lightless eyes-)

“We may be under your leadership, but If you ever try to hurt my family again, they will never find your body. I’d suggest you leave now before I lose my patience.”

#the band ghost #ghost the band #band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghostbc #ghost #the band ghost headcanons #the band ghost ficlet #the band ghost fanfic #Cardinal copia #nameless ghouls #the nameless ghouls #heavily inspired by a chapter out of Hypnoghoul’s Mushy Nat compilation #I read the ghouls ditching Copia’s salty ass in that and it changed by brain chemistry #I’m writing this at 6 am with no sleep so if this isn’t the most coherent that’s probably why #no beta I’m sleepy #Sharp’s headcanons

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She’s Not Acid Nor Alkaline (Astarion x F! OC) MDNI 18 +

Author note- here’s my horny Pirate OC x Astarion fic that I’ve had sitting in my google drive for the last month. If you like it- let me know what you think :) also I have not written 3rd person in a hot minute so if the writing is half asses- please know I’m getting my groove 😂 (I was also very 🍠 the entire time I wrote this LMFAO)

Synopsis: Astarion and the rest of his companions have found a way to bring Karlach back from the dead, but it’s going to require an entire crew and a beautiful Sea Captain to get there.

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

CW: Violence, death, smut- filthy smut, dom/sub, oral (m! Receiving), PIV

Part One- Pirate Captain Wales

Astarion trudges through the streets of Athkatla, Amn while closely following his companions- Wyll and Tav taking the front and center. The latter drawing attention to the group with his bright white scales and piercing red eyes.

Astarion had loved Tav once. He couldn’t say he was in love at any point, but Tav’s kindness and warmth towards him had changed Astarion’s soul for the better.

The group had remained in Baldur’s Gate and continued to play an integral part in each other’s lives. Tav, Gale, Wyll, and Astarion somehow ended up becoming roommates while Shadowheart and Lae’zel had their own place. Astarion was secretly grateful that all of them wanted to live near each other. Astarion wasn’t quite ready to be on his own in the world yet and he enjoys having company now. He prefers it over loneliness.

Astarion’s favorite companion, Karlach, heartbreakingly passed shortly after the Netherbrain was defeated. Her passing left a massive hole in the group and in Astarion’s heart. She was easily the closest thing he’s had to a “best friend” in his entire life.

Tav had been searching endlessly for a Ring of the Sunwalker and a way to get Karlach back. Tav had fallen head over heels for Karlach and she had loved him equally as much in return. Astarion had cried with Tav on more than one occasion talking about the Tiefling.

Tav had helped Astarion in finding a Ring of the Sunwalker- succeeding only a year after defeating the Netherbrain. Astarion wasn’t sure what that meant for their traveling relationship, but Tav was bewildered when Astarion asked if he could continue traveling with Tav to help find Karlach.

“Astarion,” Tav says seriously, “you are always welcome wherever I am- don’t be silly. Or do- that might make Karlach come back just to smother you in hugs.”

Astarion scowls with fake disdain, “what a terrible thought.”

When they came back to Baldur’s Gate- they began staying with Wyll and Gale while trying to find a solution to resurrect Karlach or at least convince Wither’s to do one last favor.

Mizora eventually ended up portaling into their living room (it was not a welcome intrusion) and informed Wyll that- in exchange for a contract being completed- Mizora would give Wyll the exact location Karlach is imprisoned and a map.

Tav had gone to lunge at the woman- demanding to know what in the hells Mizora was talking about and to tell him where his beloved was now.

Wyll took the contract to save Karlach- whatever it had been is not known to anyone, but they found out that Karlach’s body had been transported to the third layer of the Hells- Minauros. She is wasting away there because Zariel had wished it while putting the infernal engine in her body.

According to Mizora, Karlach’s body was intact enough to maybe perform a resurrection. The key word was ‘maybe’, which didn’t sit right with Astarion, but Tav had been there for him when he needed him. Astarion had been there for him too when he faced his father, but this felt far more important and equal to Tav helping him kill Cazador. Not to mention, Tav convinced him not to corrupt himself in the end.

There was one good way to get to Minauros and that was through Stygia and the only hidden portal was past Flamsterd’s Sunken Tower. Not only was the Tower all the way across the Sea of Swords and then some, but it’s under the fucking water in a bubble of air and Flamsterd was not known for letting just anyone pass through his waters. He protects the gate relentlessly- not allowing anyone in or out unless they can navigate his underwater attacks and his Sea Dragons.

Wyll had talked to his father and the Duke gave him a name and a location. He knew someone who could get them there, navigate them safely through the waters, sail them through Stygia, and back.

That’s what led them to the city of Althkalta- in search of the Pirate Captain Wales and his ship- The Chimera. When Gale scoffed- asking what a Pirate could specifically do for them. Wyll simply stated that the captain is Valkur’s Aasmir- a Chaotic Good minor Seagod who was also a ferocious seafarer. Duke Ravenguard said Captain Wales was the best of the best- destroying whole fleets of WarShips over the last 58 years when Baldur’s Gate was in need of help getting their trading ships from harbor to harbor. He always asked for payment, but he always finished the job and was reliable. Gale kept his reservations to himself (and Astarion- since they actually agreed on something for once) since Wyll was hell bent on this Pirate Captain being the answer.

Astarion didn’t understand why they didn’t just go through Avernus- bringing this point up a few times as well as Shadowheart. Wyll and Tav shook their heads- the two of them being very familiar with the Hells and it’s domains. This would be the safest way without alerting Zariel that they are saving Karlach- they don’t need the Archdevil swooping in at the last minute and putting a new engine in Karlach’s chest before they can even begin to find a way to resurrect her. Astarion couldn’t argue with that logic and if this Captain was as good as they say- well at least Astarion will see more of Faerun.

Althkalta wasn’t the worst city Astarion has seen. Menzoberranzan has been his least favorite so far- constantly watching his back for angry spider people was not his favorite pastime. Astarion is eager to get the introduction to the Captain over with though. He’s fucking tired and is ready to just read a damn book.

It takes forever, but Wyll finally finds the entrance to the Speakeasy. They get to The Chimera’s hang out by making several twisting turns down random alleys and stumble upon a man screaming at an incredibly stunning half- elf woman.

Astarion feels it hit his heart like a bus- he swears his heart almost beats again.

Oh Gods Dammit.

Astarion always thought that thiramin nonsense was total bullshit. Astarion doesn’t even believe in love at first sight.

Now he isn’t quite sure what he believes as he looks upon this woman. Astarion thinks he might pass out from how elated his body feels when she meets his eyes and her painted red bow-shaped lips part with a small gasp.

Her piercing azure gaze leaves his and he barely catches the groan of frustration that threatens to leave his lips.

She’s petite- maybe only standing at about 5’2. Her pointed ears are pierced with bard rings. Her wavy hair falls down to just between her shoulder blades and it’s a sun kissed golden brown. Her skin is equally as blessed with the warmth of the sun and freckles are smattered all over her face- even some on her stomach and trailing below her midriff. Astarion wants to see where those freckles lead so badly it makes him feel feral.

The woman is lean with beautiful breasts that are barely concealed under a white, flimsy cropped fabric fashioned into a shirt that wraps in the front. Her nipples are hard against the fabric and Astarion doesn’t think it’s from the warm air. The scent of her arousal hits his nose as his eyes trail down her legs and ass- the skin tight black leather pants leaving nothing to the imagination. She blushes at Astarion’s attention and turns away quickly- regaining her smug composure.

“Selune help me,” Shadowheart says lustfully, “I want to be the one in her bed by the end of tonight.”

He has to remind himself that Shadowheart is his friend and no, he will not kill her.

Astarion wants to drag this woman off and ravage her- consume her- until no one else thought they could have any claim over her. He swallows thickly- what in the hells is happening to him?

“You can’t just fucking kick me out!” the Orc hisses with a knife drawn.

The woman rolls her eyes- earning a huff of approval from Lae’zel.

“I think I just did,” her voice like milk and honey, “it’s my crew- I’m the Captain.”

She drinks the rum in her left hand while the right is holding a weapon he hasn’t seen before towards the ground.

Wait, she’s?

“We have a contract, cunt-,” the man sneers, “ I get six months worth of pay.”

She laughs so hard she snorts. Astarion is going to die all over again. How much more fucking adorable and sexy can she get?

“You do realize you are talking to a Pirate, don’t you?” She holds the gun up lazily pointing it away from her body but higher up towards her face.

Astarion reasons with himself- he’s just excited to see a different face in a beautiful body in an entirely different town. Astarion just needs to fuck somebody and he’ll figure that out later. He is sure that’s what’s happening.

“I don’t have to pay you or deal with your bullshit if I don’t want to,” she takes another long sip from the bottle, “ and frankly, I’m really getting sick of you suggesting that I should be a ‘good little half- breed’ and bend over for you.”

Astarion feels his skin light on fire and he has to resist the urge to pull out his weapons. Astarion can feel Tav’s gaze looking at him with amusement and a stupid giddiness Astarion could shank the man for.

“Well,” the orc smiles and steps forward with one of his hands going towards her breasts, “you are so tantalizingly del-“

The man’s head disappears and the weapon in her hand is smoking. She shoves it into a holster on her belt and turns towards the group.

A tiefling man- a vampire spawn to Astarion’s surprise- comes running out and he is also pretty to look at because Shadowheart is immediately enamored with him. Astarion is glad that she is now much more interested in him than whoever this woman is.

The tiefling groans, “Calypso- really?”

“Oh please, Lucy,” she goads, “what else would you have me do? He was barely tolerable and was too busy fucking his own hand to even do anything competent.”

“Yes, but for the love of Hells could you please stop killing our terminated employees in the middle of the street?”

Astarion wants to burst into laughter- this has happened multiple times?

“Lucy, go piss on someone else’s parade,” she says before turning back to the group with one hand perched on her hip, the other waves in the air dramatically “we have company! Dammit Lucifer!”

She takes another long sip from the rum, “I must apologize for my first mate’s unruly manners- he’s not known for being a very good host.”

Lucifer looks at her with a glare and waves his hands- casting the corpse into another realm. She smiles at him cheekily and he rolls his eyes.

Astarion feels a pit of jealousy invade his stomach. The man is tall with slate colored skin and piercing demonic red eyes. He has long black hair that is windswept and horns that resembled Karlach’s if she had both pairs. He’s muscular- he looks like he can pick her up and throw her against a wall. The way he looks at her tells Astarion he has definitely wanted to or has in the past. The way Lucifer scans over her body is like a man who has drank from the fountain of youth and wants more.

Not that he doesn’t come with an assortment of baggage and lovers, but he does hope it’s not a serious relationship between the two of them.

“You’re Captain Wales?” Wyll says in disbelief, “my father neglected to mention that you are a woman.”

Calypso raises an eyebrow at Wyll.

“And why couldn’t Captain Wales be a woman?”

Wyll’s eyes go wide and he is fumbling over his words. Calypso’s melodic laugh floods the air and she smiles brightly at all of them.

“I’m just fucking with you,” she says, “but- obviously- I need to know who your daddy is before I just let you into my Speakeasy. Not many people know where this is.”

She reloads the device in her hand and points it steadily at Wyll.

“So tell me- are you a friend or a foe?”

“Hopefully a friend,” Wyll says with a nervous laugh, “my father is Duke Ravenguard of Baldur’s Gate.”

Something seems to click for Calypso and she puts away her weapon.

“Oh you are most definitely a friend,” she smiles brightly, “come on in- pardon the disaster inside. Big guy didn’t make a whole lot of friends while he was here and my crew enjoys fighting.”

The minute the door opens the cheering erupts in an ear shattering pulse of sound. The energy in the air is full of life and adrenaline. Astarion is swept up in the sound of people cheering their crewmates on and placing bets against them. His need for some chaos has been sated. Baldur’s Gate was getting rather peaceful before this journey.

The crewmates stop abruptly as Calypso walks into the giant bar and they all cheer in succession- chanting some obscene thing about the Orc being gone. It was so out of sync that Astarion had no idea what any of them were saying.

“Oh shut your whore mouths you whiny babies,” the whole crew laughs and some whoop and cheer- her tone is playful and bashful, “get back to your stupid fight. I bet 50 gold on Toothless Tosh.”

In a flash- the energy picks all the way back up in the room and is even more chaotic than before as they push the man he assumes is, “Erwin” (from the cheers) into the ring. He’s a massive tiefling and his opponent is an Orc, the man named ‘Toothless Tosh’.

The fight is explosive- the tiefling gets a few good hits in and the orc just takes it before grabbing the tiefling’s face with one hand and slamming him on his back- effectively knocking the man out. The crowd screams in chaos- some people are pissed they lost and others are goading about winning.

One man begins to punch another out of anger and it gets ugly. Astarion expects the rest to join in but they don’t. They all look at each other with a “well they know better” look.

Calypso finishes her Rum bottle and flips it in her hand so that she’s holding the neck of the bottle.. She walks over and slams the glass over the first guy’s head as he goes to stand up and attack the other man again.

A damning silence fills the room. Astarion is admittedly very turned on by the display of power.

“My friends,” she says, her broken bottle in hand as she steps on the back of the crewmate she killed, “you know the rules- if you guys can’t handle gambling and want to beat each other to death- do it outside. I don’t need your filthy blood all over my tavern.”

She turns to the second guy and points her broken bottle in his direction- the man’s eyes light up in fear.

“Clean up the body and consider this your only warning.”

Astarion watches her saunter off and he’s absolutely mesmerized by the swing of her hips. He’s going to explode.

The group follows her with Lucifer behind them- the tiefling keeps giving Astarion suspicious glances and it makes Astarion want to just kill him so it will stop. He has a feeling Calypso wouldn’t care for that much though.

They pile into a room in the back- a massive map on the wall and a massive desk in the middle of the room. There’s even a globe. There are plush chairs and no windows- the room is lit by candlelight.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face and she looks even more ethereal than she did before. She leans against the desk and leans back on her palms. Tav gives Astarion a look as if to say ‘after you’ forcing Astarion to be the one closest to her.

Forcing was hardly the term- she could stab him through and he’d probably thank her.

Not actually, but the sentiment is there nonetheless.

After everyone is settled into the cabin, Calypso smiles at all of them.

“So,” she smiles slyly, her gaze lingering on Astarion, “how may I help all of you?”

****************************************

Calypso relishes in Wyll’s uneasiness and his obvious struggling to not look at her basically bare chest as he explains the situation.

Men are so predictable- wildly, easily, predictable.

Except for the man with the beautiful white curls atop his head with the ruby red eyes. He is unlike any man she has ever been given the privilege to be near. He looks like art.

“Sounds like an interesting adventure you lot have planned,” she says slowly, “what is it you are specifically looking for in Minauros?”

This is the question the group has been sidestepping the entire time- Tav looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

“You won’t want to go,” Tav says flatly, “there wouldn’t be anything of worth in it for you.”

“Try me.”

The man she’s been waiting to speak all evening finally says something.

“Are we really going to sit here and pretend like we all don’t have some item of worth we can’t compensate with?” He scoffs and looks at the Dragonborn, “do you want Karlach back or not?”

His voice is even more beautiful to listen to than she could have ever imagined. Calypso felt like she had been struck by lightning the minute she saw him.

Calypso’s father used to tell her about elves and their beliefs surrounding soulmates. The die hard romantic inside of her had always dreamed of finding hers- hoping he, she, or they were out there in the world looking for her.

She met Lucifer about a year or two after she had been saved from her mother by a young flaming first now known as Duke Ravenguard. Calypso owes him her immortal life and she will continue to gladly fight for him- and she now supposes his son- to repay that debt a thousand times over. If her son needs help, she’s happy to provide it, but she doesn’t want to let a group of individuals onto her ship if they won’t trust her. Calypso knows from experience that it never goes well.

The white scaled Dragonborn bows his head in defeat before looking at Calypso- her heart breaks for him. His gaze alone is enough for Calypso to agree to such an arduous journey.

“Karlach- my partner- she…” he trails off before taking a deep breath, “she died after we defeated the Netherbrain. The infernal engine in her heart caused her to implode- or so we thought. Mizora told us that she’s rotting away in Minauros and that we could still possibly save her.”

“Why do you need a ship to enter the hells,” Calypso says while keeping her eyes trained on the Dragonborn. She doesn’t want to give anyone the chance to interject.

“We don’t want to alert Zariel that we are saving Karlach,” Tav says bitterly, “we don’t want her resurrection to end with her being imprisoned again.”

There is a pregnant pause in the air as the group looks at Calypso with weary eyes. She doesn’t understand why all of them are acting like she is so evil. Okay maybe she did kill two people within 30 minutes of meeting them, but both of those crew members had been contracted and were on thin ice before this group of misfits arrived at her door.

“I appreciate the information,” she says with a smirk, “I was already going to help you anyway, but good to know we can all trust each other.

“Really?” Wyll says to her with surprise, “no payment?”

“Eventually we will discuss payment,” she says slowly, “but I want to make sure I get you to where you are going safely first. Ravenguard may trust me and like me just fine, but I have no desire to get his son killed with all of his gold sitting heavily in my pocket.”

“You don’t think this is going to be an easy trip?” Wyll says.

She shakes her head and goes to say something, but Lucifer interrupts her.

“I can’t believe you are even considering doing this,” he hisses at her, “Umberlee cultists and the Cult of Water are traveling along this same route.”

“Lucy,” she says in a warning tone.

“No!” He says indignantly, “how do you know his son is as good a man as he is? What if your fucking battle prowess and stupidly good luck doesn’t actually work and then we’re all fucking doomed!?”

She gives the man a warning glare.

“I am a grown woman, Lucifer,” she snarls, “I have been captaining my ship for a little over 58 years now. I know the risks and I know that myself and my crew can handle them.”

Lucifer glowers at her and as he goes to speak- Calypso interrupts him.

“There is no argument to be had- if you or any of the other crew mates don’t want to go then that is entirely okay as it always has been,” she says matter-of-factly, “but Duke Ravenguard has sent his only fucking son here for help which means it’s important. I will not take that lightly nor turn them away to be at the mercy of another Pirate or snobby government Naval Officer.”

Lucifer storms out of the room- slamming the door behind him and knocking a picture or two off the wall. Calypso rolls her eyes at his antics- he’s been nothing but an absolute shit ever since she told him she didn’t want to have sex with him anymore two weeks ago. She was tired of pretending to enjoy herself with him.

They had been screwing each other on the side for the last 60 years- her saving him not all that long ago from a lesser Master Vampire who had struggled to establish himself.

At first their affections for each other were full of want and desire, but as time has gone on, Calypso realized she wants- no needs- more than someone who can provide her meaningless mediocre sex and half-assed returned affection. She didn’t even like the guy that much.

Calypso had been wondering if she had made a mistake cutting the man off- her fingers weren’t cutting it and she missed loving someone.

Then the Pale Elf walked up to her door and now she knows what it feels like to feel alive- to feel true, pure passion, lust, and affection. She feels ridiculous for it- she barely knows him and she would give her entire life to him.

Calypso wants to crawl into his bones and let him take everything from her. She would take the man right now if given the chance, but for once, the idea of anyone watching her be intimate with someone is not that tantalizing of an idea.

Calypso wants him all to herself and she must find a way to make that happen. Maybe not tonight, but she’ll find a way eventually.

Calypso asks the stunning bar maid to show her guests to their rooms and answer any questions she has. She then whispered in her ear that she’ll reward her greatly if she lets her know what the Pale Elf was up to that evening.

The barmaid came back not even 10 minutes later with information. Calypso had the woman crying out for more as Calypso ravaged her with her mouth- a reward for her quickness.

His name is Astarion and he immediately asked where the nearest flop house or brothel was. The bartender said that he told her that he needed to get someone out of his head and someone else underneath him. The bartender declined his advance because she was far too excited for Calypso to lavish her. She told Calypso that he looked like he was on the verge of exploding the minute he walked out of her office.

Excellent.

Calypso shouldn’t exploit her bartenders for information like this, but Calypso has a Gods given talent when it comes to pleasuring people and she isn’t about to let that go to waste.

Calypso doesn’t pay a lot of attention to the woman outside of going through the usual motions. Her mind is on Astarion.

Would he respond to her this way if her mouth was around his cock? Would he lavish her in affection and knock her down a peg- taking control of the situation- like Calypso has always wanted.

Calypso even lets her mind wander to him staying the night, waking up in his arms, and even just getting to know him. She wants to memorize his face and how he enjoys being pleasured- loved.

She finishes the woman and once the bartender redresses- Calypso smacks her ass, tells her she was “so good for her”, leaves a love bite on her neck for one last reminder of her time in Calypso’s bed, and sends her back to tend the bar.

Calypso can’t deny that she’s a little hurt he went to go fuck someone at a brothel. Not that she didn’t just basically do the same thing, but there wouldn’t have been any need for any of it on both sides if he had just waited a couple more seconds before living her room after the meeting.

Calypso hops into the bath she had drawn earlier and forgot about- using a simple cantrip to warm the frigid water again.

She scrubs her face first and then swishes her mouth out with a swig of rum- swallowing it with a shudder. At least the woman's taste is gone.

Calypso takes her time afterwards- she soaks her hair with coconut oil and then uses soap to scrub it out. She soaks her hair again, scrubs, repeats- until her hair is ¾ of the way clean of the coconut oil. She grabs the jar of honey, orange, and olive oil- putting the tiniest amount into her hair.

Calypso enjoys her few restful moments where she can just feel like a person again. No one special- just her and her vain ways.

Correction- self care. Calypso loves her self care.

Running a whole crew of assholes was incredibly difficult. They were all the best kind of assholes, but the contracted workers have continued to be a nightmare. Calypso hopes that these so-called, “heroes” will be different. She already knows Ravenguard’s kid is going to be a total goody two shoes.

Calypso finishes cleaning herself off- using the destroy water spell to make the bath water disappear. She dries herself off, rubs grape oil into her skin and puts on another thin, white flimsy shirt with an equally provocative pair of panties.

She admires herself in the mirror. She adores herself and reminds herself every day how fucking incredible she is- inside and out.

Calypso is intelligent, mischevious, and daring. Some would even go as far as to say captivating. Her hourglass figure looks like a fucking God blessed it.

Oh wait- ONE DID!

Calypso huffs in frustration and lays out on her bed- her hands finding themselves going underneath the thin fabric of her underclothes and begin touching herself.

She’s embarrassed by how quickly she was consumed with thoughts of Astarion- how desperate she is to know what it’s like to be touched by him. However, she quickly loses whatever rhythm she was getting with herself when she remembers where he currently is and it certainly wasn’t on top of her.

Calypso groans in frustration and rolls over- putting her head in her pillow and screaming. This is not the way she would like to be screaming in her pillow tonight, but it is what it is.

Calypso decides she doesn’t care what he’s up to- she can still imagine. Rolling back over, Calypso puts her hands back on her pants- rolling and teasing her clit. The moans that leave her mouth are tame and quiet- her other hand finding enjoyment in pleasuring herself by fingering her own cunt.

Calypso is like that for Gods only knows how long- trying to get herself off without thinking of the pale elf’s whereabouts.

The knocking at the door interrupts her solo session and she gets up with a frustrated sigh- pulling her hands out of her barely passable underwear and she opens the door.

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Astarion thrusts himself into some random woman at a local flop house- desperate to get Calypso out of his head. Her brown eyes are clenched shut while she (he thinks her name is Beth?) is screaming and crying out for him, but he’s barely present for it.

Astarion could care less about the woman underneath him and it just doesn’t feel that good to him at all. He actually feels entirely used up and like he needs to wash off.

Once the woman cums- he allows himself to stop focusing so hard and just allows himself to soften. He lies to the woman and says he had an amazing time before quickly leaving- her voice asking him to come back for a cuddle.

Being with someone else didn’t make his aching for Calypso go away- it just dredged up old gross feelings because he wasn’t honoring what he wants.

No- he will have to go directly to the source and if she is willing, Astarion will allow himself to indulge. After 200 years of utter bullshit, he deserves this much.

His shoes click against the cobblestone streets as he walks back to Valkur’s Den- the home of The Chimera and her gorgeous Captain. Astarion is hardly paying any attention- the dissociation has it’s hooks into his bones and it’s not improving.

He washes himself off using a cloth and a pitcher of water- removing any evidence of the woman at the flop house.

Astarion reasons that he should wait until tomorrow, but his body won’t listen. He needs to see her- the living equivalent to a breath of fresh air. It’s an ungodly time and tonight may be the last restful sleep any of them get, but he doesn’t care.

Astarion will fuck her to sleep every night if that’s what he has to do to make up for one night of total disruption.

The candle light flickers under the door so he assumes she’s awake or has fallen asleep with the light on and he entertains the thought of leaving. He gingerly knocks on the door, then it flings open and there Calypso is.

She’s wearing a pair of underwear that barely hides anything between her legs and the white shirt she wore earlier is now untied, laying delicately against the swells of her breasts- her nipples turning delectably hard upon seeing him. Her arousal once again stirs his own. Calypso’s hair is mussed up and her cheeks are flush. The slick between her legs suggests she was indulging in herself and Astarion has to focus on not just taking her right there in the door way.

“How lucky am I to be greeted by such a beautiful face at this time of night,” she muses, leaning towards Astarion, “and I thought you’d still be pleasuring yourself at a brothel.”

Ah so that’s why the barmaid was asking so many questions.

Astarion grins mischievously, “are you jealous, Darling? Afraid some woman who couldn’t get me off is a far better fuck than you are?”

“Oh please,” she retorts, “I saw how you looked at Lucifer and that Orc. Don’t like the idea of anyone else taking me? Making me moan and writhe under them?”

Calypso smiles wickedly at him as Astarion feels his proverbial hackles rise at what she just said.

He just needs to get her out of his system- that’s all. She can fuck whoever she wants.

As long as it’s only him.

Calypso looks him up and down with an amused smirk. She shifts herself ever so slightly that one of her breasts is almost entirely revealed to him. Her deep azure eyes wander down to his hardening cock before looking at him through hooded eyelids.

“You know, Astarion,” she says, pulling him through the threshold by his pant strings, “if you want to be buried inside of me- all you need to do is ask.”

“Well aren’t you sure of yourself, Darling,” Astarion replies back hotly, trying to keep his cool, “who says I wasn’t here to request that you wear less revealing clothing from now on?”

Calypso walks up to him- trailing her fingers along his arms and slowly letting her eyes meet his.

“It’s a yes, by the way,” she quips, ignoring his statement entirely.

Astarion swallows thickly- desperate to win this little battle they are having. Calypso raises one of her eyebrows at him and smiles cheekily.

“But if that is what you are truly here for- then your wish is my command,” she says politely, turning around on her heels in the direction of her closet.

Astarion doesn’t think about it- he smacks her ass hard. She yelps in surprise and then gasps out in pleasure as his right hand tangles in her hair, pulling her flush to his chest as he closes the door behind them. She moans as he nips at her neck- the sound only intoxicating him further.

The fog is lifting ever so slightly- the longer he touches her and explores her- the more he is brought back to reality.

This is who he actually wants to be connected to- who he wants to explore and pleasure.

Astarion guides her over to look in front of the mirror- the way her pupils are blown wide with lust makes him almost cum right there. Calypso is intoxicating and he needs more.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he growls at her through clenched teeth.

“And if I don’t comply?”

Astarion smacks her ass hard again, relishing in her yelp of pleasure, and flips her around. He undoes his pants with one hand as he makes her watch his cock spring free. The blush between her cheeks, her heart rate, and the strong smell of lust between her legs tells him she’s enjoying herself. Not everyone enjoys being the leader all the time.

Astarion roughly pushes her on her knees in front of his cock- knowing exactly what she’s wanting from him. There’s a certain air of lustful desperation in her presence- she wants him just as bad.

Calypso wants him to take control- she wants to be rough housed with. The thought tickles his brain- the image of the Tiefling man and two other lovers being far too gentle and depending on her to make it fun.

Astarion is going to be a complete 180 for her. He is going to show her why he is 10 x better than the Tiefling man who was practically eye fucking her the entire night.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

Calypso keeps it closed and looks up at him like it’s a challenge. Astarion grips the front of her hair and top of her scalp- earning an open-mouthed wanton moan from her before shoving his cock in her mouth.

Calypso hums in pleasure while tears prick her eyes as Astarion slides himself down her throat. Gripping her hair, he moves her up and down at variation of speeds. Her look of frustration every time he is about to cum and then slows her down is wonderful.

She may have won the battle earlier, but Astarion is here to win the war.

Astarion watches as she goes to touch herself and he thrusts into her mouth- hard- earning a delicious choked whimper from her.

Astarion pulls her off his cock and makes her look up at him. She stares at him with doe eyes as if to mimic a virgin being fucked into for the first time. He growls impatiently.

“No touching yourself. Be a good for me,” Astarion says thickly before, “and I’ll consider rewarding you- do you think you can do that for me, my sweet thing?”

Calypso pouts and begins to argue- Astarion pushes himself into her mouth again while his hand still has purchase in her hair. She’s a lustful mess with her mouth around his cock- the white shirt barely staying on and her thighs dripping with her nectar. Her drool dribbles down her chin mixed with his precum.

She hums eagerly around him. Her left hand grips the back of his thigh while her right hand fondles his balls and follows her mouth occasionally with languid strokes. Astarion is fucking relentlessly in her mouth- almost overcome entirely with pleasure when she begins to moan as his precum continues to coat her mouth.

The way Calypso touches him makes him feel like he’s died again but actually went to heaven. He pulls out of her mouth before putting her down on all fours in front of the mirror. He is reinvigorated by the way her spit and his essence dribbles down her chin, the way her breasts hang- how her eyes look in the throes of pleasure.

Astarion begins to thrust into her without foreplay- she can take it and she does. Calypso cries out as he fucks into her- she goes to touch her throbbing clit again and Astarion grabs her arms- pulling them behind her back.

Calypso groans in frustration- cussing at him and he punishes her by thrusting into her even harder. She’s thanking him for taking her in between wanting cries.

“Asta- fuck- your- I’m,” Calypso keens loudly as her eyes flutter shut.

Astarion watches her in the mirror as her arousal overcomes her- her chest heaving as she comes down from her high and her head drops as she pants. Calypso’s hair hangs messily around her face as she looks into the mirror. Her face is full of euphoria and bliss as she looks up from underneath the tangled mess he’s created. Astarion is sure she isn’t real- all of this is far too good to be true.

He kisses along her shoulders and up her collarbones- turning her perfect body around and wrapping his arms under her legs.

Astarion eats up the giggles that leave her lips as he picks her up, lays her down on her bed and begins to kiss her deeply- passionately. He lines himself up with Calypso’s soaking cunt and slowly thrusts himself into her. Astarion kisses her neck as she traces his body with her fingers. Astarion feels a surge of emotion cross over him when she immediately moves her fingers away from his scars the minute he tenses.

Astarion kisses her neck softly- hoping his silent worship of her is felt through his actions. Her hands hold him in place and his silver curls are in between her fingers.

“You can feed,” she whispers breathily, “if you like.”

Hells.

Astarion greedily sinks his fangs into her without any warning- his lust for her and his hunger from the lack of food winning over. She tastes like citrus, sunshine, and ocean mist. Astarion is grateful to find someone who tastes better than Tav.

His thrusts become messier, slower, and longer as he feeds. Calypso whimpers and moans underneath him.

“You feel… so fucking incredible,” she coos quietly.

Astarion barely brings himself back to reality in time to release his fangs from her neck. She sighs as he cleans the wound with his tongue and with one finally thrust- he’s moaning as she clenches around him and he fills her to the brim with his seed.

“And you have been very good for me, Darling,” he growls playfully into her ear before placing a kiss behind it.

Her pleased giggles with a ‘my pleasure, Handsome,’ filled his chest with warmth.

Astarion collapses onto his back and pulls her fucked out form against him. Calypso immediately lays her head on his chest and lets out a content hum.

“You know,” she drawls, “I don’t usually let people stay overnight in my room.”

Astarion doesn’t know why it feels like being flayed when she says that. Of course she would want him out of her room- this was just sex. Astarion was just getting her out of his system.

Astarion looks at her with amusement, trying to appear suave and unbothered by the statement.

“No worries, Darling,” he says with a fake smile, “I so did enjoy our little tryst though. Perhaps we can do this another time before this little journey of ours ends.”

He goes to get up and she pushes him back down with a gentle palm on his chest- rolling her eyes playfully.

“Let me finish- I’m usually not lucky enough to be in the presence of such an interesting company,” Calypso teases, but her eyes are soft, “I want you to stay the night.”

Astarion cocks an eyebrow, trying to appear suave and unbothered, but his body hums with pleasure under her touch. He squeezes her ass with both hands as he lifts her onto his lap, and she beams at him.

“Perish the thought- for a pirate you are a terrible liar,” Astarion muses and presses a chaste kiss to her pouty lips, “a sweet thing like yourself doesn’t have the most interesting people across all of Faerun groveling at your feet?”

“Oh I most certainly do,” she states matter-of-factly, “but my opinion of interesting and the world’s opinion of interesting is a different matter entirely.

“Will you stay?”

She pulls back and studies his face. Astarion looks at Calypso and tries not to let his utter infatuation with her show. She looks at him with an innocent, genuine curiosity. This obviously isn’t something she does often and he can hear her heartbeat racing- the hidden worry in her eyes getting more prominent.

“Or no-“

“No!” Astarion protests more abruptly than he means to.

The glee that fills her eyes is almost worth how embarrassed he feels at his eagerness. Who the hell is he?

The slight feelings of grossness and dissociation had attempted to invade his brain like it always does, but her gentle praise and want to please him made him feel… treasured. It helped keep the worst of it at bay- leaving it to be quite literally swept away by the ocean itself.

He also doesn’t know when he threw caution to the wind. Astarion blames it on the alcohol and the enchanting beauty the Sea Rogue possesses. Astarion is certain that his deep attraction to her is just the fact that she is an Aasimir. They are known for being more attractive right? Except he hadn’t been attracted to Dame Aylin so he doesn’t know if that’s a proven theory.

Astarion’s inner dialogue is cut short by the sound of Calypso’s breathing getting heavier and her heart rate slowing. He places a soft kiss behind her ear before letting his trance take him.

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ymilksh · 1 year

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➫ A SCHOLAR'S LOVE (2)

♡theme/warnings: cyno/reader, fluff, slight jealousy

♡summary: cyno is terribly smitten by you. absolutely head over heels. thinks everything about you is great- but has no confidence to actually say it to you. you've picked up on his antics and so has your friend group... so will he stay love-sick, or tell you the truth?

"kaveh, those balloons don't go there." you stated, pointing to a bunch of coloured balloons stuck behind your couch. "i know you're into interior design, but..." you put a finger to your chin, squinting your eye at his choice of decoration. "it really looks like a clown threw up behind our couch."

kaveh raises a brow at you, setting down the last group of balloons with a weight attached to their strings. "oh really now? since when did you spend years researching the ideal grouping of indoor decorations, miss decorator?"

"since it was my birthday, mister."

kaveh groans, moving the balloons back to their original position. "thank you, kaveh~" you sing, walking into the kitchen of your small dwelling. as students of the akademiya, you were given homes to share with each other for the duration of your schooling. you and kaveh shared a house along with al haitham, and cyno and tighnari shared a house with one of their acquaintances.

earlier that day, kaveh had helped you prepare some desserts and appetizers for your birthday party. it was lucky your birthday came on a saturday, leaving you some much needed space from your studies and some time to relax on your special day. some friends and family would be over to celebrate soon, and the after-party would consist of you and your buddies having a sleepover.

everything was perfect, until you realized after looking at what kaveh had made for you; you didn't have a birthday cake.

"kaveh? y-you never made a cake, did you?" you shouted from the kitchen, a little panicked at this discovery.

kaveh walked into the kitchen, analyzing the food on the counter. "shoot. i- sorry, y/n. i must have forgotten… the grand bazaar might have a few stalls with some ingredients- but al haitham said most of them were shut down for a performance." kaveh explained with a hint of regret. he had previously made a list of things to make for the day ahead- yet threw it out thinking he could rely on his memory to finish everything.

"this is because of you getting cocky again, isn't it? listen, i told you to stop being so competitive with al haitham! you can clearly plan a party better than him, i know that, there's no need to prove that to me." you scolded him, putting away the other food you inspected.

"really, y/n, it's nothing like that! i honestly forgot about that stone-faced al haitham today, he's been out all day since the morning doing who-knows-what. i just impulsively threw away the list of food i was supposed to make." he shook his head with his palm on his forehead, disappointed with himself.

"okay, kaveh. i forgive you. we'll just...have to go without one. i'm sure i can whip up some small tart or find a pie stall-"

a knock on the front door cuts your sentence short, some muttering outside catching your attention. kaveh stays in the kitchen, panicking at the leftover mess he forgot to clean up as well.

opening the door, your eyes light up when you see cyno next to tighnari, cyno's hands full with presents and an oddly large square box. "cyno, tighnari! you're here early! come on in." you smile, opening the door fully. cyno says hello and blushes after walking in, tighnari throwing you a wink as a greeting.

having your friends’ company was just the type of pick-me-up you needed after hearing your party wouldn’t be having a birthday cake. it was an integral part of the celebration, after all! kaveh definitely owed you one. after getting everyone situated in the living room, you helped cyno place the presents onto the coffee table.

“oh, ah, y/n. that one-“ he points to the large box, “it needs to be refrigerated.” tighnari quirks a brow at him, wondering what the box’s contents are. “sorry if it’s any trouble, i know it’s quite large.” he deadpans, making you chuckle.

“no, not at all. here, come bring it to the kitchen, we can put it in the fridge. just what is it, exactly?” you inquire, your brain brimming with curiosity. maybe a fruit platter? no… he would have let that stay in plain sight. a new type of mechanical device? nah, he knows you better than that.

“it’s…nothing too special, i’ll let you know when you can look inside.” cyno sounds unsure as he tells you, following you to the kitchen.

kaveh greets him immediately, jumping at your entrance. “ah, cyno’s here! and i’m guessing tighnari tagged along with you?” kaveh nervously asks, tucking his dirty cloth behind him. you roll your eyes, snatching the cloth from him and tossing it into the sink.

“don’t mind him, cy-cy. he’s just embarrassed he managed to make this much of a mess yet didn’t bake me a birthday cake like i asked.” you informed him, throwing a light fist bump to kaveh’s shoulder.

cyno’s eyes lit up at your nickname for him- did he hear you correctly? cy-cy? he could feel his heart begin to swell with joy, a small cough erupting from him out of shock.

“ah- cyno, are you feeling okay? that cough sounded a little dry. anything you wanna drink?” he shook his head, refusing the offer. “okay. just let me know.” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. he shuddered at the action; when did you get so friendly towards him? were you always so attentive like this… ?

at this moment, cyno realized tighnari was right. his worries had definitely caused some clouded judgement.

at around 4:30pm, al haitham returned home with a bouquet of flowers and a couple bottles of wine to mark the occasion. closing the door behind him, he met with you all in the living room and set down his items on the coffee table, discussing everyone’s day so far.

after talking for some time, it was now around 5pm; the sun painting the sky a beautiful shade of blue with streaks of orange dawning the horizon. everyone gave their greetings to you, wishing you a happy birthday and all the best ahead. you beamed at the energy in the room, it was overwhelmingly positive.

cyno however, was lost in thought, imagining a million different ways this evening could go. would you enjoy your gifts? was what he prepared… too bold? tighnari had told him to make a passionate and sincere gift for you; explaining that when you don’t have the words, sometimes a handmade gift can communicate a message a lot easier. of course he would still have to clarify what his intentions were, but tighnari was sure you would love whatever cyno made. even if it wasn’t the prettiest.

still, the dark haired student had no idea what cyno ended up doing for you. he was just as confused as you when you saw the box, almost second-guessing his advice when he saw how large it was. but remembering how carefully cyno treated his interactions with you; in his heart, he had faith in his friend to make the right decision- to really put his heart into this gift. whatever it may be, tighnari trusted cyno’s judgement.

eventually, people started to filter in and out of the party, parents and grandparents parting a little earlier due to their older age. some presents were opened and others were left to be opened later, as you had gotten pretty tired from all the dancing you did and all the food you consumed. despite kaveh’s oversight of the cake, you would say your party went just as planned!

after all the excitement died down and the sun had finally set for the night, al haitham noticed you had fallen asleep on the couch, laying a blanket over your body. it was just the five of you once more; everyone taking a separate position in the house. cyno was sitting on the other sofa opposite you, head buried in a book al haitham had left on the side table. al haitham was checking to see if you had drank too much- kaveh was cleaning up the decorations strewn across the living room, and tighnari was packaging the leftover food.

as he put some containers of food away, tighnari noticed the box cyno had brought sitting in the middle of the fridge, a pang of guilt hitting his stomach as he forgot to remind cyno to take it out. “ah, dear me. he’s probably got his legs between his tail over this being left behind.” tighnari sat the leftovers down, grabbed the box and brung it to the living room.

“cyno, i think there’s something you forgot to give to miss y/n.” he smiles, setting the box down to poke you awake. you stir in your sleep, making a cute whimper sound that cyno can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut at. you were just… way too cute. it felt out of character for him to be so affected by your actions… but he nonetheless welcomed this warm feeling inside of him whenever he looked at you.

“hwaaa~ hey eweone, whad did i miss?” you yawned, your distorted voice causing kaveh to laugh at you. “don’t laugh, your words are barely comprehendable when you’re awake!” you retort, half smiling at him.

“well, cyno still hasn’t given you your present, you know.” al haitham explains, curious as to what this will lead to. his friends had clearly been planning something behind his back… and it seems behind yours and kaveh’s as well.

“ah, that box! well, come sit everyone. i’ll open it right now.” you smiled, tearing into the wrapping paper. cyno watched with anxiety, nervous about your reaction. tighnari just smiled at him, a silent plea for him to calm his nerves. you can do it, cyno. trust yourself with this.

“wow- oh my goodness, c-cyno, did you really make this…for me?” inside the box was a decorated cake with two layers, the words ‘happy birthday y/n’ written in cursive draped along the top. adorning the rest of the cake were stick figures made of pretzels and frosting, flowers and animals beside them representing you and your friends. “it’s so lovely, when did you have the time to make this?”

cyno’s face was now fully tinted with red, watching you examine each of his dressed pretzel figures with such precision and care as if they were real. “i took the time to study the preparations of a birthday cake a few days before the party. i wanted to make you a gift… that sent a message to you, one that symbolized your importance to me. to us.” he explained, holding your hand as you listened to him, teary-eyed.

“but that isn’t the only part of my gift. i wanted to take you somewhere to show you something. is…that alright?” he asked. tighnari was ecstatic at cyno’s response to his advice- he even planned something extra? it was quite the coincidence that he could make your dreams of having a birthday cake come true- but this was just the icing on top.

“yes, of course. do you guys mind at all? i’m sure it won’t take long.” you asked your friends, hearing no objections. al haitham smirked at the situation before him, of course it was like this, how could he have missed it? kaveh was thinking the same, both of them shooting a glance at each other.

“okay, we’ll be off then. i promise it won’t be long.” cyno smiled, nervously taking your hand in his to guide you outside. there was a small patch of land near the neighbourhood you lived in, clear enough to see the skies and all the stars that wandered across it. he laid next to you on the grass, turning to face you.

“y/n, i have something to tell you that i’ve been thinking of for a while.” he takes a deep breath, reciting his thoughts in his head. “the only reason i chose to say this today was because of tighnari- well, you know how he is. when he sees a flower beginning to bloom, he can’t keep his mouth shut about it.” he chuckled, looking off to the side.

you stared at him dreamily, wondering what his next words would be. the fact you were alone together enjoying the starry sky surely was a gift in itself, but was the flower… meant to represent you two?

“and, my pretty padisarah, you are who i’ve been wanting in my g-garden.” he stutters, making you giggle.

“oh archons, tighnari definitely said that to you as an example of what to say, didn’t he?” you continued to giggle, your contagious laughter spreading to him as well. resting the back of your hand against cyno’s cheek, you tucked a strand of his pearl coloured hair behind his ear, leaning a little closer to him.

“i want you in my garden, too, cyno.”

smiling, he leans further in as well, unsure about his next move until you press your lips to his. the kiss you share is sweet and pure, eliciting sparks in your chests at having your feelings reciprocated.

as you pull away, cyno lies flat on his back, and you copy him. “i’m relieved you feel the same, y/n. i’m sorry if i offended you with my staring lately, i couldn’t figure out how to tell you i liked you.”

you sigh happily, wrapping your arm around cyno’s waist. “oh, don’t worry, part of me felt it was something like this… i just wanted to see if it was really true. truth be told, i wouldn’t have known how to go about it either. i’m glad our friend did the heavy lifting, hehe.”

“yeah, me too.” cyno agrees, staring up at the sky with you. two constellations have become visible now, intertwined with each other as they float across the atmosphere.

#cyno genshin #cyno x you #cyno x reader #cyno #tighnari #genshin fluff #genshin boys #al haitham #kaveh #gi cyno

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five-bi-five-mind · 11 months

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Lost at Sea (Pt. 2)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k+

Summary: Things haven’t exactly gone your way since you got released. You weren’t happy with the turn of events and with each passing moment you were getting more scared. Not for your own safety, but for the woman you love.

Warnings: Mentions of guns; mentions of cults; mentions of religion and religious indoctrination.

Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Shallows

Things were not going your way. After being released, the whole team was circling you. No one was letting you out of their sights, JJ especially. You thought about taking off again, telling yourself that it would be better, to keep everyone safe. For some reason, you thought that wouldn’t work that well this time. Maybe it was the fact that if JJ wasn’t by your side, someone else was. It felt like they all put everything on hold for you, and in a way they did. Another reason you thought fleeing wouldn’t work is because you were starting to really understand the depth in which JJ had feelings for you. There was this nagging feeling in the back of your mind that if you took off, she would go to extremes to find you again. Your safety was her top priority and she made that incredibly clear every single day she was glued to your side.

Meanwhile, you were torn between two choices with a fear that they’d have the same outcome. If you did decide to actually try to leave again, she would follow you. You had a good reason to believe she’d try to go to the cult, guns blazing, without any rationale until she found you. And that’s just one extreme length you could think of. There were about ten other scenarios similar to that one that you could see JJ enacting. None ended well for her when you ran those scenarios through in your head. The other option was you let her stay by your side. The cult was watching you and you knew they had a habit of breaking people down. Even if you were currently trying to give JJ the cold shoulder, it didn’t take a profiler’s skills to know she meant something to you. They’d catch on, they’d catch her, and that wouldn’t end well for her either.

The fact of the matter is, you were stuck. Your only game plan was to try to push JJ’s buttons until she pushed away from you. It wasn’t working though. If you were being honest, it made your heart go crazy, seeing the way she was so devoted to you. She might not have said those three words yet, but you knew. It was in the little things she would do for you. The way she knew what comforted you. It was in her gentle tone when you seemed shaken and the quiet intensity she had around you. At all moments, she was ready to lay down her life for you. You could see it in her eyes. It made your heart ache. What was worse is that, deep down, you knew that she could feel the same kind of love for her coming from you. As much as you tried to hide it, as much a you tried to push, you knew she could feel the underlying reason. Before this whole thing blew up, it wasn’t like you were exactly hiding how head over heels you were for her. But now things are different, she’s in danger because of you and she’s just not buying a word you’re saying. You needed to step up your act.

So you came up with a little… well, you were calling it a “performance.” When JJ came home from the BAU that night, she was following your every move. It was like she was more on edge than usual. If you went to the kitchen, she followed. If you sat on the couch, she sat next to you. If you so much as tensed for a second, her eyes scanned the room for incoming threats. It was honestly a little too much for you, which helped your plan along.

At this point in the evening, you had had enough of her overbearing behavior. You were going back and forth, trying to urge her to let you stay elsewhere. The believability of it all was helped by the fact that you were starting to feel suffocated, stuck even, in this house with JJ. Where once you were comfortable here, now it was starting to feel almost like your jail cell did. Small, cramped, with absolutely no privacy. You missed your home, you missed going out, you missed how things were. Of course, even if JJ did let you roam free, you’d still be looking over your shoulder everywhere. Honestly, at this point you’d take even so much as one single day in a different place than hers. But that wasn’t the goal, the goal was to permanently get away from her. Or maybe not permanently, if this crisis could be solved. You didn’t think that would happen any time soon though, and if it did the damage between you two might already be too great. So, if you could just convince her to let another team member help you, maybe it would work. Maybe she’d be just safe enough. Hopefully. There were plenty of other people you could’ve stayed with even. But of course, when you were released and the team was going over their next moves and how to keep you safe, JJ immediately jumped at the chance to have her eyes on you. She insisted and everyone agreed. It was infuriating. You tried to protest, but you didn’t want to give away too much about your… history with JJ. As far as you knew, no one else on the team knew what went on between the two of you behind closed doors. Maybe they had some idea, but no one had confronted you about it, so you had hopes they remained in the dark. The less people who knew what JJ meant to you, the better. But then that unknowing from the team meant you couldn’t exactly argue your case to not let her win here. So why wouldn’t they agree? And that’s how you found yourself stuck.

It had been a week since then. You both were running in circles, not just in the fights you had but in the case as well. With each passing minute, though, you got more nervous. “Things are just… complicated between us, Jennifer.” You sighed, stopping the little dance of avoidance you were trying to do. “Do you really think it’s healthy that I stay here?”

“You’re safer here,” she insisted.

“This is hard, JJ. It’s hard for me, it has to be hard for you too.”

“I can manage.” She was really standing her ground. “Look, I know you want to be more involved. I know you feel stuck inside all day. It’ll work out.” Her firm stance held strong, but her tone was gentle, reassuring even. “Just stop… Stop fighting me on this. Please.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be stuck here. It’s not about being stuck, JJ. It’s that I don’t want to be stuck here with you.” You were going for the gut punch now. Maybe with those words out there she would finally back off for her own good. Of course, they were blatant fucking lies, but you tried your best to make it sound as sincere as possible. The look on JJ’s face told you that perhaps you actually struck a nerve.

JJ looked taken aback. Her jaw clenched and she took a minute to just stare at you. So many emotions flashed through her eyes. Hurt, disbelief, disappointment, but then finally they settled on anger. “I’ll stay out of your way then,” Her voice was low. “But I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

Damn it. Of course she was too fucking stubborn.

“Just switch with Alvez,” you pleaded. Anything to get JJ away from you at this point. If your hurtful words didn’t work, you didn’t know what would. “This is too hard for us, JJ. He can watch over me just as well as you can. I’ll be safe with him.”

“You’re. Staying. Here.” JJ was seething. How dare you doubt her ability to protect you? How dare you doubt her ability to separate feelings from work? You didn’t want her, fine. But she still loved you with her whole god damned soul and she wasn’t going to let you out of her sight until this situation was taken care of. She wasn’t leaving you alone. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way about her, maybe what her gut was telling her was wrong, but that didn’t stop her from loving you with her entire being and to see you hurt would kill her. She lost you once and the way she shut down scared the hell out of her. She wasn’t going to lose you again, even if it meant she’d only have you in her life as a friend, or hell even just a business associate. JJ knew if she took her eyes off you for one moment and something happened, her whole world would come crashing down. So, she was going to stand her ground. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Of course that posed a huge problem for you and for her own safety. “You need to give me space, JJ. I want- No, I need space.” Your choice of words needed to be harsh. Whether you meant it or not, you had to get through to her. “Why are you clinging so damn hard?”

“Because I love you for fucks sake!” And there it was. The room stood still and you both just stared at each other, your eyes wide in shock, hers burning with rage. For a moment you forgot everything but the sound of those three words.

“I love you,” she said again in a quieter voice after a couple deep breaths. You couldn’t help your reaction, you had longed for those words back when things were more simple. After all this, though, you had accepted that you would never hear them. Yet, you knew JJ was persistent so you shouldn’t be surprised. Your eyes softened as she stared back at you. She put her whole heart in those words, you could see it in her eyes. “I love you,” she said again, a little more firmly.

JJ took one step and then another until she was in your personal space. You made no move to stop her, forgetting for a moment why you were pushing her away in the first place. She was in increasing danger every second she spent near you, but your mind was totally blank. The only thing you were aware of was your heart pounding in your chest and the shell of her perfume as she stood mere inches from you. Her hand reached up slowly, before placing itself softly on your cheek. Those three words echoed in your mind again over and over again and all the control you had this past week, trying to resist JJ, was just slipping so easily. You were utterly disarmed.

JJ leaned forward, you stayed frozen. She paused for a moment, the distance between you two barely non-existent. She was looking for any signs that you wanted her to stop, but she didn’t find any. When her lips finally touched yours everything melted away. She had kissed you countless times, but this time it was the most intoxicating feeling of them all, rivaling the first time she leaned in for a kiss.

She kept her lips pressed against yours in a steady, but still breathtaking kiss. The hand on your cheek moved to press to the back of your neck, pushing your lips all the more firmly into hers. And then your hands had a mind of their own, grabbing onto her waist to pull her closer. Whatever ounce of control you had left was utterly gone at this point. You forgot why you weren’t allowing this amazing feeling to take over you anymore. All thoughts of keeping her away disappeared and the only thing flooding your mind was JJ… JJ… JJ.

God, the way she kissed you felt amazing, you craved this, your very soul ached for this. Her lips moved against yours in an ever growing need to feel you close to her once again and you met her with just as much hunger. But then the anxiety creeped back in, starting as a whisper in the back of your mind but turning into a scream. As much as the part of your brain that desired her tried to push it down, it started to overpower. It started to drown you. She could get hurt because of you. She could get killed because of you. Stop. Stop.

“Stop!” You used your grip on her waist to try to shove her away. Her hands immediately dropped from you and you instantly saw all of the hope fizzle from her eyes. Both of you stood there for a moment, breathing hard, the air in the room filled with that tension again that made your skin crawl.

“I don’t want this, JJ.” Again another lie, but what else could you do? Except, this time you had no doubt in your mind that JJ could see right through.

You kissed her back. Not only that, but JJ could feel the emotion pour out of you from it. She knew, as much as you tried to hide it while under her protection. JJ knew.

“I got carried away,” JJ mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“I think… I need to be alone for the rest of the night.” Your eyes dropped to the floor. Not wanting to see how JJ was taking your words. She didn’t believe them, you knew that deep down. But it didn’t mean you would stop trying to push her away. It was for her own good.

JJ just nodded in response and watched as you turned to leave. You hid yourself away in the bedroom for the rest of the night. The kiss replayed on both your minds. You longed for more, but each time you re-lived it the feeling of dread creeped up in your chest. For JJ, however, it felt like a reassurance. She confirmed what she had suspected. She would get you to admit your feelings, she’d get you to see she can handle the situation that you pulled her into. She will fight for you, she will stay. And that’s exactly what you were scared of.

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JJ was gone when you heard a knock on her door. She wasn’t gone often and when she was it wasn’t for long. You were barely left alone, but the team was stretched thin with this case, on top of others too. JJ needed to pull her weight as well so she opted to go to the BAU to grab some files, only problem was that no one could fill in for your “watch duty.” Reluctantly, JJ deemed it safe to leave you for no more than 30 minutes. No one was going to snatch you from her house in broad daylight. At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself. What made it worse was the security detail that staked out her house for your safety only came at night so she could rest somewhat easily. But you’d be okay, it was okay she told herself. This was important, so she had to leave.

When you heard the knock you were immediately alert. Your eyes took in your surroundings, as if the knock signaled someone was already in the house. But you were safe, so you decided to scope out the visitor.

With care, you tried to quietly creep up to the door. Upon reaching it you slowly leaned forward, your eye zeroing in on the little peep hole. And when you saw who stood on the other side your heart stopped.

There he was, Tyler Anton in the flesh. The man who ran the cult, the man who’s paper trail you had been chasing. He stood there, a meek smile on his face, posture relaxed as he patiently waited. As if he wasn’t hunting you down, as if he wasn’t the very reason your life and everything around you that meant anything to you was threatened.

He knocked again, checking his watch nonchalantly after he did. You weighed your options. Call for help? He might get arrested and then there’s two outcomes: His followers come for everything you hold dear in revenge or he gets released and you just royally pissed off a powerful man.

You could just not answer the door. Pretend no one is home, but then what? Were there others waiting, hidden around the corner. What if they don’t leave? If they don’t snatch you, would they snatch JJ?

You could… open the door. That was a crazy idea, an obvious move that plays right into what he wants. But if you didn’t, did you risk her safety?

Option three it is. It was crazy, it was definitely crazy. Your hands trembled as you reached for the door. You turned it ever so slowly, holding your breath for what might come. Someone could jump you, shoot you, who knew. Although, you imagined if he were on your doorstep, murdering you in public would be a bad look. He was more calculated than that, you knew that about him.

When you pulled back the door, he didn’t look surprised at all. “Hello,” his tone was shockingly polite. “I’m Tyler Anton. You may know me from-“

“I know who you are,” you cut him off, your voice stern. Trying as hard as you can to show no fear you crossed your arms and gave him your best intimidating glare. It didn’t phase him at all.

“I suppose you do. May I come in? I’d like to have a chat.” His smile was charming, inviting even, but you knew everything about this man. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and the minute he stepped foot inside, you knew he wouldn’t be leaving without you dragged behind him. In fact, you weren’t sure why he even asked or why he was on your doorstep like it was the most unthreatening, natural thing in the world. You assumed if they came for you, they’d come as a group, breaking in at night, blood and gunfire everywhere, as you were dragged out by your hair, being prepared to be their next victim.

“You can stay right where you are,” you said as your eyes darted around the area, searching for some sign of an impending ambush. “What do you want?”

“Just to talk,” he said, holding both his hands up as if to convince you that he was harmless. He was far from harmless.

“What…” You couldn’t fathom why he’d waste the time to talk to you. Was this some kind of big villain speech? Was he going to reveal his evil plan to you before whisking you away to your impending doom? “Why do you think I’d want to talk to you?”

“Now, child,” His smile stayed plastered to his face, but you saw in his eyes the bubbling frustration caused by your less than friendly greeting. “Is that any way to greet a guest?”

You just huffed and quirked your eyebrow at him. Guest? More like intruder, attacker, or better yet, monster. “I’ll say it again,” you hissed. “What. Do. You. Want.”

He snorted at your rudeness, only finding your venomous tone annoying rather than threatening. “I’ve come to ask you to consider joining the congregation of The Chant. I think it would be most beneficial of-”

“Join you? Are you out of your damn mind?” You interrupted. “I’d sooner sell my soul to the fucking devil than join your fucked up little cult.”

“We’re not a cult,” His smile cracked at that and you could see the muscles in his cheeks twitch as he held back a scowl. “We’re an institution to better the lives of our members along their spiritual journeys.”

“You kill people.”

“We do no such thing,” Mr. Anton said, his voice finally showing the frustration you could see in his eyes. His mask was cracking with each response from you. You imagined that this man was not used to being told no. “Those deaths were tragic and unfortunate, but they were not proven to be connected to us.”

“Well, I think the answer is clear,” you leaned in to drive your point home. “I’m not joining you.”

“I wouldn’t be so quick to shut us out. Was it not but a short while ago that you were accused of the same thing we were?” He looked at you as if he had you right where he wanted you with that, but all you did was meet him with an eye roll. “You of all people should understand the… incompetence,” his face turned in disgust as he uttered the last word, “Of this country’s government and law.”

“I don’t blame them for my arrest, I blame your group.”

“Us?!” He held his hands to his chest in mock surprise. “Whatever misunderstanding there was with your arrest, it was not caused by us. A rogue group of misguided followers, perhaps, but that is not who we are. You would see that we have been mislabeled as you had if you just took the time to get to know us.”

“Mr. Anton, you and I both know that I know your institution,” you put air quotes over the word, “very well. That being the case, why would you think I’d ever want to join? Why would you want me to in the first place? Remember, I know what happens to those who know even a small percentage of what I know. I’ve seen your handiwork. So why haven’t I ended up like one of them?”

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head at the audacity you had in speaking to him like that. He knew you well, knew that you held all the secrets of his organization in your hand. He knew you were a liability, but he was glad to see you hadn’t figured out your purpose yet. “You’d be a powerful asset to our cause. The great religious scholar come to join The Chant. Surely, people would drop their negative view of us if a trusted expert in her field became an avid member of our institution.” His toothy grin was back full force, but rather than an inviting smile, it felt more like he was bearing his teeth to his prey. “And you do know more than most, I’ll admit, but that’s all the more reason to join us. Surely, if you are so enlightened, you’d understand our ways. You should understand why we do what we do.”

“I’ll never understand why you brainwash innocent people and convince them to do horrible things.” Your hand reached for the door and you took one step back. This conversation was over. You already entertained it far too long. Without a doubt in your mind, you knew they’d come for you again, this time not so quietly, but that didn’t mean you’d go with him so easily today. “I think it’s time you leave.”

“Please, if you could just give me-”

“She said it’s time to leave.” JJ’s voice came from directly behind the man. That’s when you both noticed her standing in front of the door steps, gun drawn and pointed directly at the man’s back. “So, I’d suggest you go now.”

The man turned slowly, hands up in surrender as he did. “I’ll go,” He nodded towards JJ, before turning his eyes back towards you. “But please consider what I’ve said.” And with that he walked away, JJ’s gun not once lowering until he was out of sight.

“I leave for five minutes and you put yourself in danger.” JJ’s voice was strained as she lowered her weapon. “Why did you even open the door for that man?”

You stayed silent, not really wanting to hash this out with JJ right now. What would you say? You’d tell her it was to protect her and she’d tell you it’s her job to protect you. That conversation has been overdone between the two of you.

Giving JJ a brief look of frustration, you simply turn and head back inside. JJ followed behind you with an aggravated huff. Both of you immediately went to the window to peak and make sure no car was waiting outside on the street that looked suspicious. You knew JJ well enough to know that you both were thinking a surprise attack was on the table.

There were no signs of danger though, yet when JJ left the window you still lingered. He came to her house. He actually came to JJ’s house. This wasn’t good.

Your body was shaking and you hoped to god JJ wouldn’t see. The fact of the matter is, she was in danger. Never mind the delusional desires and dreams that man had for you. JJ had a huge target on her back, you knew that, but did she know just how much danger she was in?

JJ watched as you stared out the window, your body tense as could be. Her heart ached for you. She misunderstood your fear. She vowed silently to never let you out of her sight again. Whatever needed to be done, she can do it from home. Whatever couldn’t, she’d phone in the team for help. If she told them that the leader of the very cult hunting you walked right up to her doorstep, they’d all understand. None of them would let you be alone after that, they all would be too protective to chance it.

JJ was just going to be more intense in her efforts to protect you. As a result, you feared she would be more reckless too. You couldn’t let that happen. It was time to take action. You made yet another plan. The last time you left JJ’s side you failed miserably, but this time would be a little different. There might be a security detail on her place for you, but with finesse you could figure out something. Tonight, you’d leave. When she was dead asleep, you’d slip out. And when night fell, that’s exactly what you did.

She might follow you. Your gut said this plan really would not work. It's been saying it for days. But you had to try, right? You had to see this plan through. It was different, you tried to convince yourself, it had to be different than last time.

When you slipped past the FBI car staking out your place, you knew where to go. You made your way to your place, your mind set on the gun locked securely away in your small, personal safe. You were going to do something crazy.

A/N: song inspo for this fic was Shallows (as the title suggests oops lol) by Daughter.

Taglist: @geekyandgay98 @daddy-carpenter @prettygirlsincorporated @mmmmokdok @demonicbaby666

#jennifer jareau x reader #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x you #jj x you #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #lost at sea series #reader insert #wlw #five-bi-five-mind

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lazysublimeengineer · 5 months

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the servile and the sadist

Summary: He wasn’t a nameless cyan-haired player anymore.

Characters: Hiori Yo & Alexis Ness

(A/N: So, I heard that it’s a rare pair week today and of course I’m not letting the opportunity pass to commemorate the unusual beauty of Hioness in the fandom. I don’t own anything from this franchise except for this fic of mine).

“Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting...! How can they even work flawlessly like that without even looking at each other?!” Ness exclaimed to himself as he remembered how Isagi caught the ball perfectly under his heel and made a direct shot inside the net earlier that secured their team’s victory and cemented his role as the hero of the match.

Ness couldn’t help but punch the walls in their locker room out of frustration.

Fuck.

The look on Kaiser’s face earlier. Disappointment. Anger. Frustration.

He couldn’t even help him earlier at the match.

He was totally useless.

Garbage.

Trash.

“Damn you Yoichi...!” He cursed under his breath.

It was a good thing that there were no people left in the room as they dispersed a few moments ago and headed towards the cafeteria for their celebratory dinner.

Regardless, Ness couldn’t give a damn if someone (except for Kaiser) saw him right now as the adrenaline rush and hatred were still running in his veins.

“Oh? You’re still here? I thought ya were tending to Kaiser seeing that he wasn’t in the best of spirits after the match.” A familiar voice rang out from the doorway which caught his attention, and he turned around to glare at the newcomer who dared to interrupt his own soliloquies.

Hiori fucking Yo.

It’s the damn cyan-haired player who assisted that clown Yoichi earlier and provided him with a creative pass in the latter part of the match.

“And I thought you were sticking like a gum to Yoichi seeing on how you’re eager to play by his side earlier.” He sneered at him.

Ness arched a brow at him before a cheerful, yet ruthless smile inched across his lips.

“Oh, please Ness. Do not compare me to yourself who is a subservient lackey of Kaiser.” He scoffed. “I played along with Isagi since he had a better understanding and view of the match earlier than any of you.” He added derisively.

His eyes flashed darkly at his words. “Isagi had a better understanding of the match earlier than any of us? Do not disrespect Kaiser like that you clown.”

Hiori narrowed his eyes as he finally approached him and backed him against the wall with one of his hands.

“Disrespect Kaiser? Ya really are a loyal servant towards him. What a pity. Respect is earned and so far, your so-called master hasn’t shown any of that towards us, Blue Lock players nor displayed any amazing performance except for that bicycle kick and scoring a goal which was from the scraps of Yoichi as well. So, if I were ya, I will think twice about serving him or demeaning us.” Hiori replied in a low yet dangerous voice that sent a scintillating sensation in his veins much to Ness’ chagrin.

Damn it to hell.

Since when did this mild-mannered male became assertive and blunt like this?

Ness couldn’t stop the wild heartbeat inside of his chest and the way his proximity affected him in some strange way.

He could only pray in silence that the other wouldn’t notice it.

“You just made a one, fine play with Yoichi earlier and it’s getting into your head. Give me a break.” Ness glowered at him.

His brows spoke in volumes as their eyes met.

Amethyst orbs clashing against his aquamarine irises.

They were having a staring contest for a moment before Hiori’s face broke into a condescending smirk and leaned towards with a faint whisper leaving his lips that made Ness’ eyes widen and heart almost jumped out of his throat.

“If ya needed more play from me as a proof then I ain’t refusing a challenge. But be careful or I might steal your spot as the superior midfielder in the future.”

Hiori pulled away and left Ness in the locker room who stood frozen as a statue with his words washing over his head.

He wasn’t a nameless cyan-haired player anymore.

He was Hiori Yo. The ultra sadist player from Bastard Munchen.

(A/N: Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

#blue lock #fanfiction #oneshot #spoilers #neo egoist league #unresolved tension #hioness #Ness being disgusted as usual #Hiori finally displaying his sadistic streak and smartass attitude #rare pairs #hiori yo #alexis ness

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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I’m absolutely obsessed with all of the Gigi blurbs you’re spoiling us 😩 would you wanna write anymore about Matty and ruins girl? How even after all the shitty stuff, they’re still in love? I’ll take any fluff and or smut you wish to gift us 😍

I feel like the last blurb I posted was quite fluffy so let's go smutty because why the hell not. So.

CW: Smut

You're on tour. Matty is about to go on stage, ten minutes from now, and he is pacing, nervous. He's wearing a white scoop neck top and you can see the skin underneath it, ink of tattoos poking out, already starting to glisten with sweat. It's been a while, hard to touch each other, let alone anything else, when you're on a tour bus, and running around after a toddler. You're kneeling on the floor next to Gigi, while Ross is pretending to drink tea that Gigi has pretended to pour out a plastic cup, and wearing a princess crown, as well as his ear piece and his shirt for the show.

You're supposed to be watching your daughter, but you're watching him. Matty. You're watching the V of his chest while he moves, the curve of his arms under his t shirt, the twitch of his chiselled jaw as he runs something through his mind. His mind. You want to cut it open sometimes, see the inner parts of it, the glitter, the darkness, the words, the philosophies. You want him to speak honeyed dark words into your lips, you want him to sing about you and only you, desperate for you, crying out for you over the mic with gravel in his voice, you want his lips on your neck, his sweat on your chest... you want him, right now, this second. Your chest aches with it. Your skin burns.

"Ross can you watch Gigi for a few minutes," you say quickly, getting up before he even says yes. Which he does and you know he would. You walk over to the father of your child. Your man. Yours. He's got his back to you and he's mumbling and you stand close to him, just close enough that he can feel your warmth, your energy, the buzzing of you, and you can feel his.

"Can I talk to you for a second, Matty?" You say.

You snap him out of whatever thought he is thinking. He sees you. Properly for the first time in a while. Distracted. He looks at your lips which are pouted and stained red.

"Sure," he says, smiling. You turn on your heel and go into his dressing room. He follows.

"I'm about to go on, are you okay? Am I in trouble?" He says.

"Close the door," you say. He does. He's quiet. Looking at you. Eyes bright. Curls soft.

You look at him dead in the eyes, and say, sultry, "You are in trouble. Yes."

Matty breathes in hard, breath hitching. Swallows. He knows what's going on. What you want. What, with those few simple words, he now needs, more than anything, or he won't be able to continue, won't be able to perform, won't be able to think about anything else.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

You push him gently against the door, hand on his chest and stare up at him.

"Fuck," he says again, but it's a moan this time, and he leans his head back against the door, eyes closed. You can feel him getting hard already. And you've barely even touched him yet.

"You want it then?" you ask. He moves forward to touch you. To please himself. To take control.

"No no," you say, pushing him back again. "You want it then?"

He whimpers. Nods. Eyes still closed. He's already thrusting his hips, tiny movements, involuntary, trying to get some sort of relief from the desire you have already caused him. You hold him back, pressing a kiss on his neck, then another, then another. Chastely. You run one hand across his dick, rock hard now, hand barely there, just a whisper of a touch. His chest caves into itself as he feels it.

He doesn't try to move. He doesn't try to touch you. He knows you're in control. He knows he's at your mercy.

You lead him to the chair and push him down into it. He looks up at you, raptured, his chest heaving. You climb on top of him, straddle him, push his arms up and pin them down with your hands. You kiss him, hard, deep, bite his lip a bit which makes him shudder, then you start grinding on him, slowly, hips moving in circles and side to side. It feels amazing. You tip your own head back, hair cascading down your back, and you let him lift a hand to touch the thin ends of it with the tips of his fingers, while he watches you, and then pin his arm down again when he moves his hand to your side and slides up. Instead, you slide out the top half of your dress and keep grinding, watching his face as he gets more and more desperate, and as it feels better and better for you. You moan.

"Please," he whispers. You ignore him. Carry on. Until he raises his voice. Louder. Harsher. But with the whimper behind it.

"Please," he says again. So you undo his belt buckle, pull aside your underwear and slide him inside you. He cries out. You start riding him, and you let his hands go, and they do, desperately, all over your body, your waist line, your ass, your tits, he runs them all over you, watching you and you ride him, when the pleasure isn't too much that he has to close his eyes. You feel it too, the growing depth of it, the climbing of it, and you're close you're getting so close and you know you're about to...

"Baby," Matty stammers, "I'm sorry... I can't... I can't help it, I'm gonna..."

You thrust, same rhythm, because you're so close too and you just need to do this, to get there, to carry on, you can't stop, you need this, you need him.

"Hold on for me," you say. And he grabs the flesh on your hips with his hands, tightly, physically holding on while he tries to stop himself from going over the edge.

"I can't baby, I cant" he says, "I need to come," and then his whole body is shuddering, and he is groaning, deeply, loudly, and watching him pushes you there too. The feeling explodes through your body. Loud. Deep. Hard. You tighten around him. His fingers are pinching you at the waist and it tingles through you like the rest of what you're body is feeling and then you're both done. Panting. Sweaty. You collapse into his chest.

"Fuck," Matty breathes into the space behind your hair, then again into it, "Fuck."

"I just needed you so bad," you say.

"Mmm," Matty mumbles, an aftershock of shudder going through his chest.

When you watch him onstage later, he winks at you from the middle of it, from the pool of spotlight. Girls in the audience scream for him. They want him like you did. Do. But you had him and they can't. You have him. He's yours. And you can tell, by the way he looked at you while you were fucking, and the way he looks at you now, from the stage to the wings, helpless, that he knows it too. He's yours.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes #ruins after dark #smut #matty healy x you #matty healy reader #sorry if this is bad I never write smut

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gonelike-ach00 · 11 months

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Crazy Rich Idol | Doyoung

Chapter 1

chaebol! Kim Doyoung x chaebol! Original Female Character

Word count: 2,266

Summary: What truly goes on behind the lights, the stages and the performances? Kim Doyoung has lived his idol life quietly, getting ample exposure and being in a popular group. He was now fully independent and plans to continue his life in this direction.

Yet all things are easier said than done. Once his old life begins to creep up to him it was getting harder to escape and runaway. What does this humble and scandal free idol truly hide?

Genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, drama

Warning(s): eventual smut, violence, trauma, guns, blood

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Absolute fear.

That was what was written all over Doyoung’s face as soon as they stood in the lobby waiting to be called by the advertisement team.

They were standing in the middle of a huge lobby inside of a huge building in the district where huge corporations stood proudly beside each other. Among these huge buildings with helipads at the top and their logo standing tall in the air, is a mere subgroup of the JBG group of companies, Jacks and Heels Clothing. One of the country’s most popular producers of clothing items, often found cheap in streets of the city. Rumor has it that the company popularized the style of clothing that Korea wears predominantly.

Now, why was Doyoung all nervously chewing on the straw of his drink as soon as they entered the building.

The elevator door opens and one of the interns of the advertisement team guides them into a huge room, which was already prepared for a shooting. There were nearly 30 people from Jacks and Heels, and 20 from their styling team. The dressing room was a bit further back, but before they could even walk back there they were to greet the person in charge of this project.

She was sitting among the directors of the shoot, holding a folder in her hands. Even with her back against the group of young men, it was nearly impossible to miss her. Her low ponytail and clean look was her signature for as long as Doyoung could remember, that and her necklace, one that resembled the one he had around his neck.

“Director Jung, NCT 127 are here.” The intern walks up to one of the directors of the company.

Almost immediately she turns around and searches through the crowd of nine boys, one that landed on the boy at the back. She tries her best to control her emotions as soon as she sees him. The boys greet their signature greeting yet her eyes seem to mock the person at the back. As soon as all their heads were raised again, she reached out towards the necklace around her neck, one that she rarely took off in the 25 years she’s been alive.

“I hope we all have a smooth shooting today,” she smiles at them before lightly bowing towards them.

That was their cue before heading towards the dressing area, to get themselves ready. In all honesty, Doyoung thought he was safe, he made up all sorts of scenarios in his head about her needing to leave the advertisement team because of a meeting. He was trying his best to think about a convenient plot for him, one that involved her leaving before he shoots his solo pictures. Yet his mind also created scenes where things play out for the worst, one where Director Jung’s brother and father walk in while he shoots his stuff.

Well, they would eventually see things when it gets posted.

“Doyoung?” One of the team members from JBG calls out his name, meaning it was time for him to shoot his part after getting all dressed up.

In normal shoots he would stand in front of a mirror figuring out poses that would accentuate the products he was wearing, but today all he did was sit in the chair even after he’s had his hair and make up finished. All he did was stare at his reflection pondering about the infinite possibilities that could happen.

Walking towards the set, he saw the person he didn't want to see the most still standing behind the monitor and talking to the photography directors. He couldn’t even register why the company director was here, was this such a huge project that it required her presence? Or was she here for another agenda of hers.

“Alright,” just at that moment director Jung stands from her seat and walks towards the set, stopping right behind the photographer, “Dongyoung, focus on pants.” She instructs him using his birth name,causing those who were paying close attention to react to this interaction.

He coughs as a response, yet he was in no position to retaliate. At this moment, it became very obvious what she was doing here even if she was the director of the company.

Doyoung stands there posing using the props on set, while trying his best to accentuate the pants he was wearing. A few shots later, he stands in front of the monitor to check on the pictures that were taken. He checked if he looked well and his poses weren’t awkward, yet anyone could tell that he was a little more stiff than usual.

“Dongyoung,” she approaches him once again, “can you calm down a bit?” Rather than as an instruction it came out in a mocking term. And it had everything in him to not turn around and roll his eyes at her.

Instead he just nods his head, as she was standing rather close to him, and turns around back into the set. This time, he tried even harder to make her disappear from his sight, since the more knowledgeable he was of her presence the more difficult it became for him to not turn into a rock, or doll.

“Is this enough, Jinah?” He mutters to himself as he walks back towards the monitor to check on his poses.

Upon standing by the huge monitor, Jinah stands a little too close beside him, with their shoulders nearly touching. This time, unlike how it was a while ago, since they were preparing for the next person, there weren't a lot of people around them. The set was changing and his manager was busy calling out the next person to take photos.

“Nice to see you again,” she crosses her arms over her chest and leans in a bit to make sure not a lot of people could listen into their conversation.

“You’re here on purpose, right?” The photos were only passing by, but both their attention weren’t on it.

“Can you blame me?” Director Jung, who Doyoung has always simply known as Jinah, glares at him from her height. “We’re friends, why won’t I come rushing here when the friend who decided to cut all ties appears in front of me.”

“Us?” Doyoung points between the two of them. “Friends?” He audibly puffs at the thought. “You and I know full well that this isn’t the case.”

Jinah sighs. “Unlike you, I don’t determine our relationship by something the oldies decided upon.”

“The necklace tells you otherwise.”

“Seriously?” This time Jinah turns her whole body towards him, she then puts her hands on her waist. “I thought we agreed not to bring it up when it’s just the two of us?”

“That was in high school, Jinah.” This was the first time he turned his head to face her. At that moment, it was like Dongyoung Jinah had known all her life was not there. There was no way Dongyoung was this attractive, it was as if he was a full blown celebrity already. “You know full well that we’re at the age where the moment I return home things would immediately flow the way they want to.”

Jinah sighs, once again, and probably the most since she entered the company this morning. “What an amazing way to greet an old friend.” She turns her body back towards facing the screen and crosses her arms over her chest once again.

“The fact that we’ve been talking to each other this long already,” he turns to look at his surroundings, “is going to make people think that we know each other.

Jinah slowly turns her head towards Doyoung. “But we do know each other!”

“The daughter of the Jung family who own the JBG conglomerate, won’t just know anyone.” Doyoung was about to head back into the dressing room to change into the next outfit.

“Is that why?”

“That and knowing full well that you’re still in contact with my parents.” Doyoung’s honest response nearly made her want to hit him, but that would– in Doyoung’s words– make them appear as if they know each other.

“You do realize that once the picture comes out, they would contact me about you, right?” She wouldn’t allow this conversation to end, even as he began heading towards the dressing room.

“That’s why I didn’t want to be an ambassador in the first place.” Doyoung continued walking as he walked through the set. He knew well that people around them understood that they were– at least– acquaintances. “But no one could turn down a company as big as Jacks and Heels,” he stops right before he could stand right in front of the door, “this is an opportunity of a lifetime for my members.”

Jinah sighs again, much more than any other work day. She stands there not able to respond with his personality. Thus, Doyoung took this opportunity to slip into the dressing room to get himself ready for the next set of clothing. However, what he didn’t expect was Jinah to follow right behind him.

“Dongyoung,” she calls out her name, this time in front of her teammates, using his birth name and making heads turn. The moment she smirked, he knew that she was up to no good.

“What?” His frustrated reply, makes everyone nearly audibly gasp. Not only was he called out by director Jung by his birth name, but the way he was talking to her without honorifics threw everyone off. Even the way he was nearly stomping towards her.

“Make sure you wear the necklace in the next shoot.” She teasingly tells him in a soft voice.

She walks out of the room soon after, acting all triumphant. The room was then enveloped in absolute silence. He then walked straight towards the dressing area, and not a word was spoken as he walked through the room. It wasn’t until he entered the dressing area that murmurs began to erupt. How could they not talk?

“NCT 127, let’s take the group photos,” the team breaks the awkward tension the moment she walks in calling on them to go on set.

Since Doyoung knew he was the cause behind the tension, he decided to get himself out of the room first. He stood on the set waiting to be directed, and as he stood there, Jinah was standing at the back. Now all she was doing was merely observing them, with her arms crossed over her chest while she leaned back on the wall. Her collared shirt showcased the custom made necklace around her neck, one that looked exactly like the one around his.

It didn’t take long for them to be all standing on the set and the people began directing them on where to stand and how they would level themselves. As it goes with group photos, it took much longer than individual shots, with hair and makeup retouches in between.

During their last few photos, where Doyoung was now counting down the shots taken, he noticed Jinah standing upright staring down at her phone. It was as if she was ready to sprint out of the shooting area, but instead she came running towards the set.

“Dongyoung!” Jinah called Doyoung again with his birth name, but this time there was no space for mischief or frustration, but it was in absolute fear. Everyone in the huge room turned their attention towards their director.

“Director, is everything alright?” The overall manager of the project comes running beside her as soon as he begins running towards the set.

Jinah ran past the project manager, and barely stopped in front of the white set that was prohibited to be stepped on with shoes that were not for the models. “Dongyoung,” she called his name again and it looked like she was about to fall on her knees at that moment.

Immediately in the huddled position that the director has placed them for their last poses, he sprints out and grabs both her shoulders. He grabbed onto her just before she could fall to the floor. “What’s happening?”

“Your father,” she was trying her best not to cry, not in front of all these people, barely being able to stand was already something she had to deal with afterwards, “was shot.”

Immediately the whole place goes silent.

The young adult holding Jinah up, nearly fell at the same time. Doyoung went through all the possible bad scenarios today, all that involved his family, yet he never imagined that this would be the scenario that he has to face. He gulps down and takes time before trying to take it in. The father with whom he grew up relatively close to, the same father who he decided to cut from his life has his own life on the line.

“Where did they bring him?” That was the only line he was able to croak out.

“Your hospital,” Jinah grabs onto the shirt he was endorsing, she was sure she was wrinkling it, but that was the least of her concerns.

That was all it took for Doyoung to decide that he would be running out of that building and driving straight to the hospital. “You drove, right?” Doyoung slips his arm under her shoulders to be able to lift her with one arm.

Jinah nods her head.

That was all it took, he only released from holding her up, but never from touching her. They ran out of the huge shooting area hand in hand. Will this cause a scene? Yes. But did it matter? No.

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#doyoung #doyoung fanfic #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #kim dongyoung #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct dojaejung #nct fanfic #nct angst #nct fluff #nct arranged marriage #doyoung centric #also on ao3

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sludgewolf · 1 year

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Can I request dave strider and Jake English (separately ) with a reader who’s very punk and edgy and plays guitar In a rock band but is super sweet and energetic

Heyo, this was very fun to write, love to write about punk and rock . Sorry for the wait, hope you like it

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

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Reader's Punk Band

Dave Strider

He wants to collab with your band on some music project so badly!!

Your personality works so well with his calm and chill demeanor

you end up balancing each other out

You take loads of photos with Dave wearing whatever you picked for him, make up and all

he actually quite likes the look

Your sweetness is more than welcomed by him, he'll whine nonstop until you give him his good morning kiss and will refuse to fall asleep unless you're by his side

Dave quickly becomes very clingy with you, being glued to your hip whenever it's possible

He likes to be involved in your causes, he makes some SBHJ comics making fun of things that won't change or people that are too stuck in their ways to see beyond themselves

Dave was actually planning a party for the tumblr sexyman contest winner, so when the queen died he just mashed it all together and it ended up being a Sans themed death of the hag party

Aradia was thrilled when she received the invite

he even made you a playlist with some of your favorite bands to play during the party

at the end of the party you drag him to the rooftop to dance with you as Iris plays in the background

Jake English

Gog please tell me you wear blue or at least will implement more blue in your wardrobe

cuz you're definitely his main blue babe, even above Neytiri

so no need to be jealous of her

But seriously if you thought he was already in love with you when you first met, now he's more than head over heels for you

Jake loves how sweet and energetic you are and he usually gets excited just from seeing you excited over something

He really wants to go to every single show you perform in, meet your bandmates, wear any merch you might have

if you don't have any merch yet he's more than happy to make some for himself, he really is your biggest fan and there's no disputing that

He's your blue hair and pronouns gf

Jake practically begs you to teach him how to play some of your songs

he's always mesmerized by your hability with the guitar and he wants to learn from the best

you start with some simple cords and tries to help him keep the rhythm

which he's horrible with

Not long after you show him some bands you think he might like, you gift him a mixtape for when he goes out adventuring

Jake loves it so much that it isn't uncommon to see him just listening to it casually while walking aimlessly around

The first show you took him had him shaking of excitement, he tries to dance and sing along with every band that comes on stage

he nearly lost his voice screaming once it's your bands turn to perform, at the end of the night you're the one having to give him honey tea and painkillers instead of the other way around

#homestuck #homestuck headcanons #dave strider #dave strider x reader #jake english #jake english x reader #asks

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 2 years

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Josh Kiszka X Reader

18+ only, minors do not interact!

Warnings: unprotected sex, impact play, oral (m/rec), slight praise kink, bondage, little bit of dirty talk.

Word count: 2.4k

I didn't have anyone to proof read this so sorry in advance for errors

You sat in the lawn chair and listened to the conversations happening around you. Your best friend’s band had just performed and you had all gone back to his place to have a bonfire afterwards. Jake and you had been friends since you drunkenly bumped into each other years ago in a bar. You instantly had bonded over a mutual love for music.

“How was it?” He asked as he sat next to you,

“It was good! I liked that new song you played, I liked the solo” You replied and a proud smile spread on his face.

“Thanks, I’m excited about that one,” he said as he sunk further into his chair. “You staying here tonight?” He asked

“No, I think I’m going to head home soon actually, I worked today and I’m tired.” You said as you stood from your chair. You made your rounds, telling everyone bye, noting a certain curly haired man was missing from the group. You had a pretty good idea of where he was. You made your way to your car and before you could even get there you could see the silhouette of him leaning against your driver door. You walked slowly, taking a deep breath. Josh and you had been having a sort of, friends with benefits secret thing going on. He wanted more, you insisted that you didn’t, at least to him. You’d never admit it but you wanted more with him too, desperately. You were terrified to get close to him, in an emotional, love way. You were already so head over heels for him, you knew if you had him as emotionally and intimately attached to you as he wanted, it would absolutely shatter you to pieces if it ever ended. That along with the fact that you didn’t know how Jake would react, hence the secret part.

“Joshua” you said flatly as you approached him.

“Y/n” He replied a smirk on his face, “I just had to tell you how good you looked tonight before you left.” You kept your smile at bay, feigning the indifference as you dug for your keys in your bag.

“Mhm, definitely not out here to talk your way into my bed again, right?” You said as your eyes moved to his, a smirk now playing on your lips. He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him,

“If you’d allow me the honor, I’d love to” he whispered as he caressed your cheek and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we can go get something to eat at that little 24 hour diner on the way?”

“Sex only Josh, remember.” You said as you backed away. He sighed as he moved away from your door, opening it for you when he heard the locks move.

“Right. Sex only” He repeated back to me, avoiding eye contact. Your heart ached at the hurt you could hear in his voice.

“What are you in the mood for tonight?” You asked as you started the car, pushing past your emotions.

“Anything you want mama.” He replied with a wink. He was always a little shy when admitting what he wanted in the bedroom, but you caught his hint. ‘Mama’

“Alright, follow me in your car, I’m not driving you home.” You shut your door, and rolled down your window “And give me a few minutes to go in before you, I need to get ready.” His brows rose at your statement and you drove off, not giving him a chance to respond. You planned out your tactics for the night the rest of the way to your house. You got there and hurried inside, knowing Josh wouldn’t wait long. You changed into your favorite black strappy matching set, threw on some red lipstick, and threw your hair into a high ponytail. You heard your phone buzz,

Josh-Can I come inside yet

-yes, lock the door behind you, and then come lay on the bed.

You leaned against your dresser, putting yourself on display. Josh hadn’t seen this particular set and you knew he was going to like it. You heard the front door open and close, a shiver of excitement flowing over you. His footsteps got closer and closer, he appeared in your room and stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. He turned to make a beeline for you, but you put your hand up,

“No touching, get on the bed” You commanded. He groaned and rolled his eyes but obeyed. “Shirt off before you lay down.” He lifted his shirt over his head and you admired his toned tan body. He laid back on the bed, but stayed propped up on his elbows so he could watch your every move. You got onto the bed and crawled up his body, licking a stripe from his navel to his collar bone. He shuddered and laid back, his hands instantly on you. You pulled away and smirked at him, tilting your head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” He said realizing he had touched you. You wordlessly got up from the bed and walked over to your closet, picking up a box. “Fuck” Josh breathed out, but he had lust in his eyes, he was excited. You placed it next to him on the bed, opening it and taking out the handcuffs you loved so much. All you had to do was give Josh a look and his hands were already above his head. You straddled his chest as you secured his hands. You and Josh had a conversation when you first decided to start fucking each other. You discussed all your kinks and what you were comfortable with. You had discovered you were both switches but Josh leaned more sub with a masochist side, a praise kink too. You leaned more dom with a sadist side. You had gone over everything and set boundaries including a safe word. A glance down revealed his eyes traveling all over your body.

“You like this set?” You asked as you scooted back, effectively situating yourself over his crotch. You started grinding on him through his pants, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to answer

“Yes, you look so sexy mama” He said as he already started to tug at his restraints.

“Hmm already dying to get out of those? This is going to be a long night for you” A wicked grin formed on your face as Josh rutted his hips up into you with a groan. You leaned down, kissing his neck and working your way down his chest. You teased over his nipple before taking it between your teeth, causing him to hiss through his clenched jaw. You kissed lower and your hands found the button on his jeans. You kissed and nipped at his hip bones as you worked his pants and boxers off. His breathing had gotten heavier and he was repeatedly making fists and opening up his hands. He was absolutely dying to touch you and you knew it. He was already hard and you raked your acrylic nails up his thighs, your hands getting oh so close to where he wanted them. “You look so pretty laid out for me Josh, already so hard for me, does your cock need some attention?” his lashes fluttered and a shade of pink took over his cheeks.

“Yes please, want to feel your hand wrapped around me” He sighed, bucking his hips up.

“Oh, that’s not what I asked you baby” You smirked as you reached for your box. His eyes shot to your hand, watching as you drifted over different things, “Hmmm how will I show you the attention you want.”

“Shit” He said with a small laugh, realizing his mistake. You gauged his facial expression as you touched different things. You read his body expertly, you felt him tense slightly as your hand skimmed over your favorite crop whip. The end being a heart.

“I think this will do” You said as you lifted it from the box. His eyes dilated as they followed that little heart to his chest. “If you’re a good boy and remember your manners maybe I’ll fuck you, and if you’re really good maybe I’ll let you cum” He nodded eagerly,

“I’ll be so good for you mama, so good” He insisted, eyes still trained on that little red leather heart, waiting for your first strike. You were next to him on the bed, sitting back on your heels, you ran the crop down his chest and then back up slowly, abruptly bringing it back and down on his nipple.

“Thank you” He breathed out, and you grinned. He did remember his manners. You ran it back down his stomach. You looked at his cock, you couldn’t believe how hard he already was, precum leaking from the tip. You popped his hip with the crop, and he again thanked you. Having him under your mercy and so turned on had you quickly soaking through your panties. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out as long as normal. You moved the crop over his hip bones, running it softly up his shaft as you looked at his face. He was staring at the crop moving up and down his dick, anticipating the impact he knew was coming. His chest was heaving up and down and his whole body tensed as you brought back the crop, then back down on his dick mercifully softer than the impact to his hip and chest,

“Fuck!” He cried out, “Thank you, thank you mama” he groaned, you couldn’t tell if it was a tone of pain or if he was just that turned on. You tossed the crop to the bed, and caressed his face, gently scratching his scalp for a moment, his lips were parted but his breathing was ragged.

“You did so good,” You kissed his cheek and pushed a curl out of his face, “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

“Please, it’s aching for you” His words where almost a whimper at this point. You moved yourself to between his legs. You kissed the spot where you had delivered the blow with the crop.

“Thank you” it was barely audible. You licked up his shaft and he moaned, leaning his head back against the pillow. When you finally took him into your mouth the room was filled with the little noises escaping his lips and the lewd noise of you sucking his dick. He had his eyes clamped shut and you could tell he was trying not to buck his hips into your mouth. “I-I’m going to cum, please fuck me, want to feel you mama, please” he pleaded. You pulled your mouth off with a pop and looked at him for a moment. He put so much trust in you, and he was so vulnerable with you. That’s when it occurred to you that he was risking his heart just as much as you would be if you agreed to be more with him. Something came over you, and you realized you wanted him too, more than anything. He must have seen the shift in your emotion but he didn’t dare voice it. You silently reached up and undid his handcuffs. You straddled him again and leaned down, kissing him passionately. You pulled away and he gave you a look, asking for permission. You wordlessly nodded, and his hands were on you instantly, pulling you closer. The kisses were sloppy and intense as his hands traveled all over your body. The mood in the room had completely changed in an instant. You were melting into each other, and whether he knew it or not you were putty in his hands. Before you knew what was happening he had flipped you onto your back and was sliding your panties down your legs. He tossed them to the ground and ran his hands up your thighs as he positioned himself between them. His lips where back on your neck as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly slid into you and you both moaned, his forehead landed on your shoulder as he started thrusting his hips. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot and so shaky it was revealing how close he really was. His body was so close to yours the friction against your clit was sending you quickly towards your orgasm. You lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip, giving him a deeper angle that threw you over the edge and had you crying out his name and grasping at his back and ass, pulling him against you, coaxing him to fuck you harder.

“You make me feel so good fuck, so good at fucking me” You praised and he started thrusting harder but his rhythm was faltering,

“Keep talking” He breathed, “Tell me how good my cock feels filling you up”

“So damn good Josh, want you to fuck me all the time, no one fucks me like you” you managed between moans, and it was enough for him. He was grunting and digging his fingertips into your hip as he pressed deep into you and came. He remained on top of you as you both caught your breath. Once you could both breathe again he rolled off and laid next to you.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he turned on his side to face you. You turned to him,

“The real question is are you ok?” you said as you inspected his wrists, they were definitely red and a little raw from the cuffs.

“Yes, I’m fine. That’s not what I meant though, during it just seemed like someth-“

“Do you want to stay here tonight” You asked abruptly. He stopped talking and looked at you curiously, thinking before he spoke but you could see the hope in his eyes.

“Like…on the couch?” He questioned and you couldn’t contain your giggle,

“No, here, in my bed” You looked at him with a shy look, very uncharacteristic for you. A small smile spread on his beautiful mouth.

“I’d like that” He said softly, scooting closer, “Maybe we can get breakfast tomorrow?” He looked at you expectantly, those doe eyes that were your weakness. You nodded and brought his wrist to your mouth and kissed it. He pulled you closer and ran his fingers through your hair, quickly putting you to sleep.

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet fic #greta van smut #josh gvf #josh kiszka #Josh kiszka smut #fanfic #Josh kiszka fan fiction

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despitetheodds · 1 year

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post s1 wednesday short story

i’m choosing to pretend that enid and ajax were never a thing shhhshsh

“never admit”

- Wednesday went to stay with Enid during their extended vacation. She would never admit it, but she had grown accustomed to her roommate’s presence and bright disposition. And she would certainly never admit that she had missed it.

- Enid greeted Wednesday with a hug at the train station. Wednesday did not hug back. But she did not pull away. Enid would never admit it, but her heart soared at the gesture. Wednesday stepped back to offer Enid a bouquet of roses, all the buds cut off to leave only the painful prickles of thorns in their wake. Enid accepted them, confused, but chalked it up to Wednesday’s dark sense of humor and thought nothing of it. Wednesday would never admit it, but she had hoped Enid would have displayed more joy at her thoughtful gift.

- Days passed, time was wasted away, but their actions were less than wasteful. Wednesday made attempts to appease Enid’s apparent need of physical closeness; walking so close their arms brushed, sitting in just the right way so their knees lightly touched, allowing their hands to every so slightly breeze against each other. Enid would never admit it, but she noticed every single time and her heart would beat out of her chest. She wanted those touches to mean something more, yet every single time shoved those wants deep inside, because this was Wednesday Addams she was thinking of, the girl who would slit romance in the throat if given the opportunity.

- Enid and Wednesday developed opposite sleeping habits. Enid was early to bed, early to rise. She was a morning person through and through, and habitually rose far before Wednesday awoke. It was common for her to be awake and ready for the day by six in the morning, if not earlier. Wednesday, however, would stay up well past witching hour. She enjoyed the darkness that dulled all colors into shades of grey. It wasn’t uncommon for her to sleep until ten in the morning or later, as she preferred sleep to the brightness brought by the morning. Enid spent dawn searching for the latest news and gossip for updating her blog, but always made time to make Wednesday’s choice of coffee; a quad over ice. Neither of them would admit it, but they had found a comfortable rhythm together.

- Enid surprised Wednesday with a bottle of liquor she had stolen from her parents. She had convinced Wednesday through forced watchings of romcoms that drinking was an essential step of the high school experience, despite Wednesday’s insistence that it would be foolish to cloud their judgement. Enid would only drink it mixed with sweet juice. Wednesday tried it straight, and found the harsh burn to be the right amount of torture. They drank more than a couple of lightweight teenagers should and wound up dancing to music; Enid preferred moves popular on social media, Wednesday preferred her goth inspired movements. Both danced closer and closer, influenced heavily by the alcohol instead of their logic, until their dancing stilled and they stood nose-to-nose. It was Wednesday who drew away first. She would never admit it, but if she had stood there a second longer she would have attempted to kiss Enid. Wednesday promptly turned on her heel to lay in Enid’s bed and shut her eyes tight. Enid flopped down beside her, and they slept. Wednesday would never admit it, but she woke up first the next morning to Enid cuddled against her side. She didn’t move.

- Wednesday stood at the train station with her bag and suitcase, accompanied by Enid. Time had come for Wednesday to travel back home. She had scheduled some less-than-legal experiments to perform on Pugsley and was eager to see them through in a timely manner. Enid met her gaze for a few seconds, not knowing what to say, before she sprung forward to tightly embrace Wednesday, head nestled into the crook of her neck. Wednesday hesitated, but only for a moment, before she wrapped her arms around Enid to clutch the fabric at her back, holding her close in a protective embrace. They eventually parted ways and said their goodbyes. Enid promised to send frequent texts, while Wednesday deigned to send letters of her latest escapades. Enid waved at the train until it became a speck in the horizon.

- Wednesday and Enid wouldn’t admit it, but they had become closer than either one had anticipated.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday headcanons #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #these two are making me lose my mind #they’re in love your honor #wednesday is biromantic and ace thank you

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birdy-the-tweet · 4 months

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❄️•Nexocember•❄️

Day 4 - Tech

I’m starting to really enjoy these writing prompts and the consistency of their release. Sorry for missing yesterday; I was exhausted and couldn’t come up with anything, and even now I can’t really decide on a good story for this one. Which is why I’ve decided to instead share a snippet from Nexo Knights S1 E1! It’s got a perfect scenario just for this prompt, so I hope you enjoy!

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Time Stamp: S1 E1 - The Book of Monsters Pt. 1

Once Clay realized the collisions of metal and hologram were ahead of him and drawing closer, he abandoned his reliance on the signs and quickened his pace to the only room with light illuminating faintly through its translucent doors, farthest door to the right he put together. He didn’t need to open it to know his companion was on the other side, but he hadn’t gone searching for him just to cement a theory. Welding his pride to the back of his head and plastering his best “relaxed” smile, he tapped a sensor panel on the wall and didn’t have to wait long for the double doors to slide downward into the floor.

The Fabricator was one of a few machines only certain places in Knightonia had access to due to its complexity and intake of power. He was proud they had even one in the academy; it made training more versatile and flexible to each knight’s resumé of presented skills. It was a large, slightly noisy machine, first invented twenty years prior by a team of academy mechanics who wanted to reduce the amount of wooden dummies and demolished sets of armor being thrown into digitization scanners. Knights could upload a 3D model of any object or enemy program of their choice, and the device’s RAM would fabricate it into a pixelated hologram solid enough to be damaged and destroyed without harming anything truly physical. If it was a more complex array of coding clipped onto a model, it would analyze the commands and play it accordingly until the hologram is destroyed. He didn’t want to think about all the times he begged Ava to design monster models for the machine they had on campus. One of his composition notebooks was filled to the brim with sketched-out ideas and lists for functions.

Within this room, the ones that had been summoned were flocks of agile primates that used relatively short wings to hover and shield themselves from attacks. Skyslicer chimps, nasty creatures in the southeast whose teeth could crunch through stone and acute climbing skills fit for scaling the hazardous Stormscrapers. Just one of them possessed the mischievous spirit and strong arm to throw travelers off the cliffs, but a swarm of them spelled trouble for even the mightiest of knights. It came to no surprise there were models of these in the Fabricator, nor did it shock him they were chosen for training.

One by one, they circled around a single figure, a hulking humanoid that stood well over seven feet tall and completely unarmed. Yet it didn’t stop him from taking a defensive stance and swerving around each slash of their claws easily. Their unpredictability added a preferred challenge to the evasive maneuvers he took, feet sliding across smooth metal flooring as if lathered in grease. It was more like an improvised dance than it was a dangerous game against the odds, a performance Clay couldn’t admit was pleasing to watch.

A primate perched on a parked hover horse stole an opportunity to glide into the scene from behind the training knight and land a strike against the spine, but the last thing it would see was a single side glare from within the mask of the man. Halting the assault at the last second, he swiveled on his heel and struck his fist square into the chest of the smaller beast, and it dissipated into a flurry of pixelated pieces. A cry of disapproval rang through the troupe of chimps after the fall of their colleague. Many slammed their fists on the ground or snarled at the martial fighter for his success, hostility only responded to with even more violence.

While a smaller monster was still gawking at the horror they would have to live with, its agony was silenced as the knight rushed forward at bone chilling speed and punched straight through the skeleton animation of its design. Only when two more were taken down in a similar fashion did the enemies realize they couldn’t sit around any further, but even that hardly saved them from their inevitable fates. A pair was grabbed by their prehensile tails and slammed into each other with the force of an armored truck. A third would be seeing stars for the next week after an elbow to the chest and a fist to the face. Another ate the heel of his steel plated boot and disintegrated instantly from the cold taste of defeat. And the rest, well, they were all vanquished in a similar manner to the rest: quick and simple.

The last one’s data returned like a gust of wind into the vacuum of the Fabricator, and the screen displayed a checkmark signaling the end of the program. Straightening himself from his fighting position and flexing gloved fingers, the masked knight contemplated starting another round of combat with the machine in what little time he had remaining. His armor was mostly donned save for the breastplate and his choice of weapons. It wouldn’t take more than a minute to secure both in his custody and server connection. But as he marched lazily to the machine, his thought process was interrupted by another pair of feet approaching from his left.

Clay, graced with his first genuine smile of the evening, tucked his hands politely behind his back in the presence of a folk hero. “Hey Dauntless.”

“Clay. Pleasure as always, old friend.” It never failed to amuse him how awestruck the Cobalt Knight would always appear after mere, measly moments of observing an independent training segment with code. His eyes were like Christmas lights the day after Thanksgiving, jolly and warm for the arrival of the higher god that was St. Nicholas.

Upon arrival at the Fabricator, Dauntless switched the power off and made sure its digital cord was disconnected from the outlet in the wall. The thread of golden light slithered back into the base of the machine, and a final purr died down into blissful silence only seconds after. The other knight saw it as his chance to resume conversation. Or, well, start it to begin with. “I trust you’re ready for the Battlebration tonight?”

“Well I must be, now shouldn’t I? It would be pretty embarrassing if I wasn’t, don’t you know,” the masked knight mused to himself mostly. He relied on the ancient piece of training equipment to support his weight in the minute he would spend planted in place, a foot nestled against its side as he folded his arms nonchalantly over his chest. “And you?”

The vex laced in the brunette’s heavy breath spoke greater than his next words. “I sure hope so. I had a whole spreadsheet made this morning so everyone would have a layout of what they should present at the ceremony, but… Lance broke the tablet.”

“Really,” buzzed his sardonic smirk. “Sounds to me he broke more than just that.”

He’d be right. Clay’s disgruntled pout only seasoned the flavor of his triumph, childish enough to spark a laugh off the larger male’s chest. “That’s beyond the point.”

“No but I sure am right, aren’t I?”

“Ugh- look.” He clawed the air and strangled an invisible Lance between his palms. “I just need everyone to concentrate today. That’s all I ask.”

“Yes, among the other fifteen things you’ve asked for this week.”

“Dauntless.”

“What. I’m right,” he reminded the swordsman. “You can’t expect everything to be perfect, you know. Every knight has their own definition of that.”

“Yes, I know. But for today, at least today, I just want things to go according to plan. So far Lance hasn’t even shown a grain of care for the ceremony.”

“He cares.”

“Tell that to the tablet.”

Dauntless rattled a tinge of irritation off his head like a maraca. “Clay, do understand. Half of your classmates could care less about the knighting itself. This has been a tradition that’s persisted in Knightonia for centuries, long before even technology was a thing. And while it is a treasured event in the lives of the people, it is all but routine as well. A display in the late afternoon followed by the knighting, a break for everyone to eat and prepare for the evening, and a performance of battle at the crack of dusk. It hasn’t changed in… I don’t even want to know how long. Longer than I’ve been around, sheesh…”

“So what does that say about your age, grandpa-”

“Not important.” He hoisted himself off the Fabricator and made his way over to where Clay stood, dwarfing him within seconds. “The point is, it doesn’t have to be perfect, and neither should you. Your education as a knight does not end once you walk out those gates. Field work is the most extensive, pain-staking form of study to any student no matter their age or expertise. Your real celebration will commence the moment you realize that. So today… Just focus on what you’ve learned so far, and don’t obsess so much over being flawless. Nobody likes a walking statue.”

Though the swordsman listened like a groundhog to the first mourning dove of spring, his eyes were stitched in a furrowed pattern across his troubled face. “And the others-”

“So what? The other classmates have a tendency to act on their own accord. Don’t worry about it. Focus on your own performance and your ability to adapt to whatever chaos happens out there. I trust you know how to do that.”

“...yeah, I do. I can do that at least.” Clay could never find the right words to thank the traveling warrior for his skill of words and wistful perception, not even if it took him a thousand years to formulate a thesis around his wisdom. He already wasted four of those years dragging himself into this same ballroom waltz over and over again, rushing to Dauntless for advice and never knowing how to return the favor. The masked man had years – in theory – of experience as a helping hand and protector of the realm without the need for a Nexo shield, and he offered his accelerated education of the world and its lessons freely like a guest speaker in a school assembly. And yet, he couldn’t ever do the same for him, or perhaps it was never needed. He couldn’t tell anymore.

“Good. Now then, now that you mention the others,” the Hooded Knight drawled, the optics of his mask drifting like dandelion fluff to the door. “Where are they, Macy and Lance?”

He’d much rather chew his own hand off than answer that. With a gruff groan that strained his throat, he dragged himself to an aimless waltz around a ten foot diameter in front of the other. “Macy’s still dealing with her parents, I think. She’s been arguing with them all morning about the battlebration, and I don’t think I need to know the finer details after the seven dozen angry messages she’s sent me all day, all in caps.”

“Will she be able to graduate?”

“Oh I hope so.

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