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@northliights sent me a meme forever ago and agreed to ship with me when i asked and is now paying for all of it and no doubt regretting all of his life choices (especially sending me a fucking aurora was kidnapped meme)
Somewhere, in what sometimes still feels like another world entirely, a version of Lucas North had curled under an empty metal bed frame, pleading with words that spilled from broken lips, a raspy and whispered prayer to the unrelenting artificial sun that refused him a reprieve. Dark was where the demons are meant to hide, monsters with curled claws lingering in shadowed corners ... but the mi5 agent had spent eight years in unrelenting light, and found the absence of hope underneath it. He had promised things, sold his soul in more ways than he can possibly remember, but always there was the blinding light and the pain until suddenly there was’t ... and on nights where he watches the brilliant light that heralds the return of a welcome darkness, he sometimes wonders what last desperate thing he had promised... wonders if the devil will ever come and collect its due....
It does, eventually. Evil is a patient thing, waits like a master of its game, studying the board before each move, and the pride of believing ones self capable of out maneuvering it is ever the banner before a man’s fall. Lucas has always known this, has wondered about the price he will one day have to pay, resolved to pay it without question. But now..
Not her. God, not her.
The man that walks in front of him is trembling, shoes slipping on the blood of his friends and dark eyes glancing down at the bodies that the mi5 agent barely notices and as he gives his prisoner another shove for motivation, Lucas briefly wonders if the shorter man believes he’ll survive this. Surely he’s not that stupid. His guide stops at a door in the back of the warehouse, hands that have been steady throughout the entire past few days suddenly beginning to shake, and he tightens his grip around the gun in his hand, pressing the muzzle forward until it digs harder into the sensitive skin between the knobs of his captive’s spine. Ocean blues watch as the other man fumbles for a key, a choked foreign word that he doesn’t recognize falling between them as the door finally swings open.
I knew you’d find me ....
The statement is a simple thing, soft and full of an affectionate relief that settles somewhere in the hollow of his chest until that cold hold around his barely beating heart begins to thaw. A smile twitches into place at one corner of his mouth, shoulders losing their tension as worst case scenarios are thrown from his mind, leaving room for a bone weary exhaustion. He wants nothing more than to gather Aurora in his arms, to find some sanctuary from the entirety of the world and never let her leave his sight again .. but first...
His gun relieves its pressure against his captive’s spine and sharp gaze takes in the way the other man takes in a short breath, relief so palpable that Lucas can almost smell it. Mistake. A quick press against the shorter man’s head chased by a shot that echoes off stark concrete walls and his guide is suddenly nothing more than a corpse at the agent’s feet, a body in perfect repose. He’s covered in blood, the sweat of fear and the smell of a desperate man that’s hardly slept and as brown boots cross the floor between them, fingers already reaching for the ties that bind her wrists and making short work of them before he trusts himself enough to speak.
“Hey, beautiful girl.”
His voice is a rough and broken thing, words hard to push past a sudden lump that’s taking up the length of his throat and for the briefest of seconds, when Aurora reaches with a gentle touch to brush against his cheek, Lucas wonders if he’s bleeding from some wound he wasn’t aware of .. but her finger lingers, swiping across a lingering wetness that doesn’t hurt and it hits him like a ton of bricks .. he’s crying. He’s too exhausted to try and stop it, doesn’t care to anyways .. instead, he simply wraps his arms around her all the tighter, unmindful of the blood and salt that paint their shadows across her clothes and baptize her hair.
Evil always collects its due .. but she is his dawn and he will gladly crucify himself again.
#northliights#I 'M SOBBING BYE#*v. you can only go through hell a handful of times before you bring pieces home.#i was stupid when i made this blog for this kind of pain. and you were stupid for lettin gme and going along iwth it#anyways idk if you can reply to this or if its a one time thing#i leave it up to you#but i am feeling the feelings goodbye.#HE SAYS THREE WORDS I'M FUCKING SCREAMING#*THREE* FUCKING WORDS
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" if it hurts too much, you don't have to feel. " arms were wrapped around him despite her own stature being much smaller than his own. it didn't matter, though, hae-in realized. how it didn't matter as long as he was here. quietly, she rested her lips to his temple in a kiss, leaving it there while words came in a whisper. " if it's too much to feel, you don't have to. just stay here with me for a while. you're safe here, i promise. "
his moments halt, frozen in the moment as though he were a statue. and perhaps he could be considered one if the circumstances were different. if he was simply standing still for hours on end rather than frozen in surprise. his circuits are nearly frying, he realizes. safe ... she says he's safe here and yet it scares him; to let down his guard and consider himself at peace. there has never been safety before. he was never allowed to let down his guard before. but he wants to, wants to try. and he wants to feel again - ridiculously enough, he comes to see that even with his emotions shut off that pesky human side of him is never truly dormant. that wanting things, wishing for things was utterly, foolishly human in nature and not what the codes in his mechanical parts were made for.
he looks at her owlishly, unblinking before reminding himself it might be odd if he doesn't, and so he blinks. once. twice. three times before he stares blankly. or at least he wants his expression to be blank, if it weren't for the miniscule way his eyes are ever so slightly widened and his lips have parted the tiniest bit. he's wanted to feel safe for longer than anyone could possibly know, and here hae-in was, promising him exactly that. if he could cry he might have, but instead there's the tiniest shake of his shoulders before he trembles like a leaf, even when he melts into her embrace, when the tension leaves his body. it's too much and he can feel something dormant slowly waking up, as if the machine in him knows it could not possibly process everything that his memories and thoughts are putting him through at the very moment.
「 i just want to be someone again. 」
he mutters, shimmies out of the embrace before he can take gentle hold of her hands, close his eyes and lower his stance until he can rest his forehead against hers - until he can lift their hands to hold hers near his chest where his heart would be beating if it were still there. where instead a pump whirrs and works away to keep him going. he sounds deflated, tired. but also hopeful, a little. as though there's something that's been sparked to life with her words and genuine actions. he sighs - or at least lets out a sound that sounds like it - and opens one eye, carefully scanning her face for any trace of deceit. and yet, against all expectations, against every ounce of his body wanting to be wary and distrust her like he distrusts everyone else he can't find it in himself to be worry of someone so sincere. so he lowers their hands again slowly, holds hers like they were a precious treasure that could break with the faintest hint of pressure. when he speaks again his voice is low and as soft as he can sound with his artificial voice box.
「 i was scared of my emotions because of you. 」
the admission makes him hesitate and if he could feel nervous he might, but his emotions are returning slowly at the pace of a snail and for now he is stuck feeling surprisingly at ease with the words he's said out loud. he offers a tired smile, one that unlike any other smile he usually gives is sincere even if it is thin. he shut his emotions down in an attempt to fix what he would have rather forgotten, to quiet the noises in his head. but he could never compete with those. even when his emotions were dormant they were there, haunting him and taunting him and ruining him. and yet ... they were drowned out when he focuses, when he can pick out the faint sound of a heart beating. and for once he is so glad that he was turned into a machine because the very sound of that calms him more than anything ever could, makes him feel at ease even with the overwhelming dizziness that comes with emotions slowly returning to the surface, more than they had before he shut them down in the first place. his expression, despite being mostly unreadable from a distance is almost soft from close up. mostly neutral except for the tiniest quirk upwards in the corners of his lips and the faintest trace of an actual smile to usually dead eyes.
「 i like you. and that scares me, more than anything. 」
it's such an ironic thought, considering that their entire time knowing each other it was just mutually beneficial facades and lies playing a part. and yet here he was, caring about someone he was supposed to only be a helpful little alibi for. and yet a hopeful little part of him hopes that perhaps she likes him, too. she wouldn't be this kind if she didn't, would she? but even so, he feels at ease. whether it's because his emotions aren't fully back or because at least he finally got these pesky thoughts that burdened him for a while now out ... he isn't sure. but he doesn't bother thinking about it either, instead focusing his hearing on every little sound that comes from her. the way her heart beats, the way she breathes. he doesn't usually notice these sounds because usually his enhanced hearing is bothersome and doesn't help, but now it quells the noises and thoughts that threaten to flood his mind and that's all he could possibly need right now, no matter her reaction.
#BYE I JUST HAD TO HAVE HIM SAY IT#BYE BYE BYE IM EMOTIONAL THIS MADE ME SO SOFT AND IM CRYING#thank YOU for my LIFE hina#i owe u everything i own and more#I GET TO WRITE SOFT KAZIMIR AND REFLECTING HIS EMOTIONS AND I AM SOBBING#also hi welcome to once again ur muses have mine in a chokehold#JDFKGJSDLKFFGGJSKLDHJSLKG#ANYWAYS IF U WILL EXCUSE ME IM GHOING TO SC R EA M#› you crazy ass cosmonaut; remember your virtues. reply#lunaetis
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I WNA WRITE SO BADDDDD
#🌙.rambles#FFXIV N WTVR EVERYTHING ELSE#sob.... my ocs too n all of that n#i wna write songs n letters n#wait i shld do school first#i'm trying not to use tumblr rn but i keep on rambling .#THIS IS DUE IN 3 HOURS AHA#help this sucks so bad bcs as much as i hate the school system#i am honestly quite the workaholic . n doing assignments keeps me grounded in a way#i Have to be productive#my interests are so wide n deep n it's so HDJSKGKSK#HOW DO I PRIORITIZE ?#i wna play ffxiv rn but i have stuff to do first so i've been afking for 2 hours#n i'm listening to le sserafim rn.... i'm really excited to see the lyrics ! i really like no celestial . & good parts#n i wna finally get to reading/watching csm bcs i've been profrastinating on that for so long#i'm so curious as to what's the lyrics for no celestial bcs i hear#'fake wings' n smth w 'time'#n help i'm trying not to really interact rn on tumblr n twt bcs i have to be productive m#that is half failing bcs my attention span is . sob#wait i'll be productive now though bye i will turn off my phone
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zhongli/rex lapis x bottom m!reader
details: amab reader, humiliation, feminisation, size diff, public, anal, blowjob, self-indulgent, reader is an incubus, dubcon, rough, bondage, punishment, praise×degradation
minors dni 18+
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you don't remember when or how you got yourself in this mess, but god, you were not complaining. albeit the fact you're whining, crying and moaning like a slut in front of so many people, it's the fact you have never felt this fulfilled in your fucking life. vigorously being fucked like a dog, humiliated and bred like a bitch in heat. caus' of the blindfold over your eyes neatly going behind your ears, you can hear the very obvious chattering of people below the wooden surface you were on and even cameras clicking, flashing, all for you. you can't see anything, but you sure can hear and feel everything. the back of your thighs slapped against morax's, the squelching sound of his cum in your tight cunt as he consistently and violently kept thrusting into you. this wasn't the first time you've been fucked publicly as a punishment, you were an incubus afterall. it all started with you flirting with this oh so mighty god, wanting to earn his trust and protection.. except, you didn't realise you were just trapping yourself in his grasp— “slut, still smiling are you?" pfft, i mean, how could i not? that thick cock was addicting, just thinking about it would turn him on. but being publicly bred, and being forced an orgasm after orgasm? that would linger in your mind forever.
smack!
a loud, embarrassing moan escapes your throat with the spank, choking on sobs as you gasped for air with the soreness in your throat from his throatfucking previously making you cough. you were definitely drooling now.
his rhythm was clean, smooth, and rough. he pulls all the way out, just enough for the tip to barely be in you, leaving that empty feel inside your cheeks. don't worry though, he quickly thrusts back in at full strength, forcing your abused hole to take his full length in.
..how long was this going for? you don't even know. your wrists and shoulders are starting to hurt, hands tightly trapped in a rough rag he tied around your arms. the only reason why he didn't gag you, was because he wanted to let everyone hear what a whore you were, turned into his fucktoy for sleeping around with another mortal man who doesn't even deserve a glance of your divine, heavenly body. if it weren't for the wet blindfold around your eyes, you'd bet he'd tell you to keep your pretty eyes on him. he wraps his much bigger hand around the belt buckle, using a suffocating make-shift leash gripping tight on your throat, the leather grazing the many bite marks and hickies on your poor neck..
maybe you should sleep with even uglier mortals, he'll get more angry and take even more drastic measures.. like fucking you harder and longer.
"you better learn your lesson quick, before i fuck you to death."
clueless morax, that's exactly what you want.
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hi this is my first fanfic im tired of always fucking zhongli instead of being fucked by him, so take this not proofread shit fic i made... bye
~ `` zayel, 31/3/24 ``
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Stay quiet for me
pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader
genre : smut, fluffy tones?
warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)
words count : 0.9k
A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope y’all doing good. Here’s a little something to thank y’all for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love y’all. My english still sucks but aye let’s go! (also I want to precise that I’m a new writer I’m not experienced, I’ll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)
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“fuck, go faster.” Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.
His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .
Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkook’s phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.
He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly “don’t stop baby” he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. “Jungkook” you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, it’s been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. “it h-hurts babe” you sobbed softly.
"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?” he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly “ that’s my girl” he pecked your lips.
Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.
He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongi’s call, putting it on speaker “wassup dude! sorry I know it’s late but I was wondering if you’re ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is better” you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was Taehyung…
Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.
"bro you here?” Taehyung asked “yea yea I’m here. Why do you have Yoongi’s phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-” He groaned louder than he would had think.
“man, you good?” Taehyung asked confused.
“yes! yes!” Jungkook replied.
“hmm, so yea. I’m with Yoongi that’s why I have his phone, mine’s dead. Don’t worry I’ll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fine” Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.
His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.
“Kook? can you hear m-”
“yea yea, I-I trust you” Jungkook replied out of breath.
“sorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-” Taehyung started apologizing.
“It’s o-ok, bye!” Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away.
He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper “f-fuck, you feel so good”. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest “Jungkook go faster please”.
He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .
This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly “fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed.
Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath “me too!”.
You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair “please cum inside me baby please”. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought.
The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. “damn” he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you “you’re so hot”.
You laughed pulling him down on you “let’s stay like this for a while please?” you asked shyly.
“you want me to stay inside?” he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an “I love you y/n” before cuddling you. “I love you Jungkook” you kissed the top of his head.
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“guys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?” Taehyung asked a bit lost.
“nah. boy was getting laid” Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyung’s shoulder as he clap his hands.
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A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ♡ I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!
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Shaken Soda
You have therapy and Remus is too kind. Remus Lupin x fem!reader. mondern!au
cw: mentions of therapy/mental health issues. Slight mention of unintentional self injury.
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“Thank you, see you next week.” You muttered politely, exiting the small visiting room.
“See you then.” Your therapist smiled warmly at you. You appreciated the gesture, but wrapped your arms around your middle protectively anyway.
"Bye." The word was just barely a whisper as you turned to walk down the hall, but you were interrupted.
“Oh by the way, we covered a lot today. I’m proud of you, Y/N. Just, make sure to look after yourself extra.” They gave another polite nod and skirted back into their office. You gave a tight-lipped smile at the now closed door before walking down the hall to the waiting area, dreading the walk home in the pouring rain and shivering cold. You pulled the hood of your coat over your head before checking your phone, stalling.
Hey, dovey. It’s pretty nasty out so I’m going to come pick you up. Be there when you get out. x
You were equal parts grateful and distressed. Happy you wouldn’t be soaked down to your bones, but worried about your boyfriend seeing you in such a raw state. You checked the mirror by the entryway, wiping away mascara residue and pressing your cold hands to your cheeks in a desperate attempt to reduce the redness splotching over your eyes and nose.
Though Remus would likely see through any attempts at sweeping your struggles under the rug, he was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for.
You listened to the ding of the bell as you swung the door open, walking under the awning to where Remus’ black car was parked. You opened the door, being hit with a wave of toasty AC.
“Hi lovely.” His amber eyes greeted you with their usual warmth. (Warmth that was pretty much reserved for you).
“Hey Remmy.” You said, much to quiet and reserved for his liking, leaning over the center console to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for the spin. You didn’t have to drive in the rain.” Your comment earned an eye roll from Remus, though he was still smiling as he pulled out onto the road.
“Don’t. I get to spend extra time with you, and I’ll never complain about that.” He placed a large hand on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh there. “Almost forgot,” He reached into the cupholder. “Got this for you.” You were handed a to-go cup full of coffee. Your favorite. You swore you could sob all over again.
“Rem… You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. Anyway it wasn’t completely selfless, I was craving a fog.” You still looked at him all glossy and doe eyed.
“Thank you.” Your voice was so small. It was only when he looked over at you that he noticed your swollen features and red-rimmed eyes. He could swear there were burns on your cheeks from the scratchy material of your sleeves after being rubbed and wiped raw and cruelly.
“You doin’ okay, sweet girl?” He tried hard to keep his eyes on the road and stop a notch of concern from appearing between his dark eyebrows, knowing it would only push you more into your shell.
“Yeah, ‘m okay.” You picked at your nails. Remus took a deep breath.
“I’m not gonna make you talk about it,” He started and you tried to keep from wincing. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to tell him what you had discussed, the emotions it brought up, but you knew that when you cracked the lid on your frayed feelings, everything would come out all at once. Tears, murmured fears and all. You were like a pop bottle that had been violently shaken, one wrong move and a mess would be everywhere. “But I want you to know I’m proud of you.” He checked the road around him before making brief eye contact with you. “Really, really proud. I know it can be scary. But also, please know, I’m here if you every need to talk about anythin’. I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
You nodded as he turned onto your street. You were still feeling raw, but you could feel it subsiding, just by being in his presence. “I know you do.” You looked over at him as he pulled up to your place and put the car in park. It didn’t take many long for you to unclick your seatbelt, leaning over your drinks and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly. Remus stiffened in surprise, but then hugged you back, smoothing his hands up and down your thick coat. “Thank you.” You whispered into his neck.
“It’s what I’m here for, lovely. I’m always gonna be here.”
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1 step forward, 3 steps back.
warnings(!!): vulgar language, verbal abuse, controllingbf!chris, manipulativebf!chris, use of "y/n", etc.
author's note: loosely inspired by the song "1 step forward, 3 steps back" by (my fav) olivia rodrigo🫶🏼 hope u guys enjoy & please note that chris would never actually act like this & that it's just an AU!!
♡ = you
☆ = chris
nobody is permitted to steal/repost my work on other platforms, thank you.
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"hello?" chris said, his voice raspy as he had just finished a twitch stream where he'd been yelling at nick 30 minutes ago.
you sighed. well, it only took 3 calls for him to pick up.
"hey, chris." you still smiled, even if he couldn't see it. maybe it was just you trying to convince yourself you enjoyed this. whatever it was.
the boy behind the phone coughed, taking a sip of his pepsi before he spoke again, "hi, ma,"
his voice softened, making your smile widen as your face flushed.
"how-- how was your day?" chris asked, not an ounce of curiosity in his tone.
could he at least try to sound convincing for once? he'd done it time and time again whenever he lied to you.
"it was fine," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling of your room.
his eyebrows furrowed in both anger and confusion, "what? y/n, c'mon don't have an attitude with me right now.
you raised an eyebrow in confusion, your voice starting to tremble as you knew exactly how this would play out, "i didn't give you an att-"
"it was fine," he tried to mimic your voice, annoyance in the sentence. "and you wonder why i'm always so fucking angry."
not a word left your mouth in response, tears welling up in your eyes as you sniffed quietly before apologizing, "'m sorry,"
for what, though?
your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took, trying your best to push the tears back, "i just-- i just wanted to hear your voice before i went to bed."
chris didn't speak, instead he just sighed in disappointment, running a hand through his hair even though it'd just fall right back into place.
"well, you ruined it. maybe if you weren't such a fucking downer all the time people would actually think your fun. bye." the boy said before hanging up, not even giving you a chance to say goodnight.
your eyebrows furrowed, and the suffocating feeling in your throat finally took over as tears rolled down your face, stopping at your jawline before they fell to your collarbone.
"fuck!" you grunted, punching the mattress before chucking your phone across your room without even thinking.
your breathing began to get heavier, and you quickly began to sob, choking out cries as you cursed at yourself.
stupid, stupid, stupid. why must i be so fucking stupid?
you gripped the sheets of your bed tighter, trying to control your breathing as you shut your eyes tightly.
why cry? it's not like this hasn't happened before. you're always the bad guy in situations like this. never him.
but it's not your fault.
deep inhale, deep exhale. over and over again you did this, until your vision finally cleared and your breath was finally even.
you opened your eyes, looking around the room for your phone that you had thrown somewhere earlier.
the floor creaked as your foot hit the floorboard, walking over to your bedroom door and kneeling down to grab the device.
"shit," you muttered, turning it around to reveal multiple of cracks on the screen. your thumb went to the power button, pressing it.
"no, no, no, fuck." continuously you hit the power button, hoping that by a miracle it would turn on and all would be okay.
well, maybe this was the reason your parents told you to get a screen-protector.
maybe this is why he thinks i'm no fun. does he even think i'm pretty?
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why am i like this.
chris set his phone on his desk, looking up at his monitor that was currently displaying the fortnite lobby.
his eyes move over to the other monitor, the home screen being a picture of him and you at the beach a few years ago.
a frown washes over his face and he can't help but stare at the picture a little longer, wishing he was back in that moment. he remembers every part of it.
"chris, what the fuck!" you gasped, your mouth agape as the brown-haired boy had just flung water at you.
the boy snickered as he tried, but miserably failed, to run away from you in the water.
"i'd kill him," matt laughed, sitting back on his beach towel as he watched the two of you.
chris continued to slowly run away from you, but you quickly swam towards him and splashed a ton of water at the brunette boy.
"fuck!" he gasped, shivering from the cold even though he was waist deep in the ocean.
"don't be such a baby," you teased, splashing water at him once more before swimming away and onto shore.
chris followed shortly after, stumbling out of the ocean and falling onto the soft sand of the beach.
you laughed, grabbing your phone from your bag as you ran over to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder as you raised your phone camera.
"smile, baby." you said, kissing his sand-covered cheek as you took the picture.
"chris!" matt's voice erupted from down the hall, and chris turned around in his swivel chair to look at his brother.
he cocked an eyebrow, laying back in his seat as he watched matt walk into his room.
"yeah?" the younger brother asked.
"nick and i were thinking y/n should join us for a wednesday vlog. i mean, you've already hard launched her so we don't see why not properly introduce her." he gave his brother a toothy grin, leaning against the door frame and awaiting chris's answer.
his breath caught, and matt seemed to notice, tilting his head as he looked over at chris.
"you okay, chris?"
chris just nodded, blinking a few times to bring himself back to reality, "yeah, yeah. great idea, i'll call her tomorrow, i'm sure she'd be open to the idea."
if she even answers the phone.
matt nodded, smiling as he left chris's room.
the night went by quickly, and every moment up to this one, chris dreaded.
for the first time he'd be the one calling you. why'd he feel so weird? so vulnerable?
his fingers slowly typed in your number, and the first ring didn't even get to his ear before you picked up.
"chris?" your voice was softer than usual, like you were excited.
maybe it was because he was the one to call you this time.
"hey, ma. i'm sorry for yesterday i was 'js stressed," chris muttered, his voice raspy from yesterday and from the fact that he had just woken up.
your smile faded a bit, but your heart warmed at the sound of his voice actually sounding sympathetic for once. was he changing?
"it's... it's okay, i figured you probably had a long day." you smiled, this one more for him than yourself this time.
chris nodded, his heart warming at the reassurance that you had been thinking of him.
it was nothing new, he just never noticed because he was so caught up on himself.
"did-- did you need something, baby?" you asked softly, voice low as to not provoke the boy.
chris let a small smile creep onto his face, "matt had the idea to invite you in on our wednesday vlog,"
the shock on your face wasn't subtle, and you immediately smiled before saying, "wait, seriously? but i thought you wanted to keep our relationship off the media for a while?"
the boy shrugged, adjusting himself so that he held his phone with his shoulder, "well, i did kinda hard-launch you in a friday post, so i'm sure half of the world knows by now,"
your smile widened, face softening at his words.
"so why don't we show the other half how amazing my girlfriend is?" he asked, the smallest hint of excitement in his voice.
"already on my way," you replied, hearing him laugh on the other line.
"and just be warned, i have no idea what the topic is and matt and nick can get a little crazy." chris joked.
"well, whatever it is i doubt it'll be in our favour." you laughed.
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the tripod was propped up in front of the triplets' island, a red glowing dot indicating it was recording.
before the introduction, chris and matt's banter was the first thing to be recorded.
"the fuck?" chris laughed, punching matt in the shoulder.
"well, welcome to our wednesday video! me and matt-- well, mainly matt --came up with the idea for today's vlog." nick explained, looking over to his brothers with a smile.
matt smiled brightly at the camera, giving a dorky thumbs up as he looked over at nick and chris.
chris cringed at both his brothers, "why are you so formal? sound like a dumbass." he snickered.
nick replied with a punch to his brothers chest, and chris made an exaggerated scream.
"kid's crying and he hasn't even heard the video idea," matt joked, and chris shoved him.
nick rolled his eyes before looking over at you, who was standing just out of the sight of the camera.
"and to spice things up a bit, we have a special guest!" he exclaimed, smiling at you.
chris nodded, "very special."
nick gestured towards you, and you took that as a que to walk into frame, waving at the camera before taking the empty seat between him and chris.
"this is y/n, chris's girlfriend!" nick said, gesturing towards you once again before you properly gave a greeting.
"hello, i'm so happy to be here!" you smiled, waving at the camera once again before chris placed a kiss on your cheek.
matt made a face, "maybe save all the lovey-dovey stuff for after the video?"
chris wrapped a hand around your waist before slapping matts arm, "okay mr. i get no bitches."
matt rolled his eyes before turning to the camera again, "so, the inspiration for this video was literally just me and my brothers building lego sets."
"you're speaking as if you're telling a story--" chris started but was quickly interrupted by nicks scream of annoyance.
"do we need the tape again?" he groaned, and chris laughed quietly.
"anyway... as i was saying, me and nick went to target the other day and chris reminded us we needed paper plates, so while we were in the aisle we saw some red solo cups," he explained, looking over at nick who had a mischievous smile plastered on his face.
"so... we're gonna play cup pong!" matt exclaimed like a child, looking over at you and chris.
you smiled, "i'm the best at cup pong,"
nick raised an eyebrow, "well, let's see."
"we're gonna have teams, so that's why we wanted to get y/n into today's video. chris, it looks like you might have an advantage..." matt sighed, "he's the worst at cup pong."
nick hummed in agreement, and chris just rolled his eyes out of fake annoyance, "loser alos has to drink a shot of hot sauce."
your lips upturned into a smirk again, crossing your arms over one another in front of your chest, "alright, then."
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chris groaned as he slammed his fist down onto the island, watching as the orange ping-pong ball bounced off of it.
"better prepare yourself for that hot sauce, chris." matt laughed, throwing the ping-pong ball and landing it inside of a cup.
nick and matt high-fived as they cheered for each other.
it was your turn, you grabbed the ping-pong ball and aimed for a cup, squinting your eyes.
"c'mon, baby, you got this." chris encouraged, his voice low.
you bounced the ball, and it jumped into the cup right before bouncing back out, "this game is rigged, what the fuck?!"
chris dragged his hands down his face in disappointment, walking away from the camera for a few seconds before stepping back into frame.
"ooh! well, you know what that means.." nick laughed, looking over at chris who just growled under his breath.
chris balled his hands into fists, and matt watched his body language change.
"nick, stop the camera." he muttered, nudging his older brother as he pointed to chris.
chris saw and he raised his voice, "the fuck are you pointing at?"
nick didn't move, his eyes trained on chris as the younger boy moved back to the island.
"nick! turn the fucking camera off." matt said, this time louder.
your eyes widened as chris approached the island, knocking all the cups down as they fell to the floor.
"fuck this stupid fucking game!" he yelled, going over to matt and nicks side before throwing all the cups down.
you backed away from the island, eyes widening as your breathing hitched.
"y/n, i can take you home." matt offered, but chris quickly took the keys from the kitchen counter, stomping over to you and roughly grabbing your hand.
"chris, what the fuck?" nick yelled, finally getting over to the camera and turning it off.
"chris!" matt called, but the younger boy just dragged you out of the house and into the mini van.
he slammed the car door, jamming the keys into the ignition before pulling out of their driveway.
"chris," you muttered, and all the boy did was grumble to himself.
"baby, i'm scared." your voice trembled as you held back tears, your eyes focused on chris.
the boy scoffed, looking over at you with wide eyes, "the fuck are you scared for?"
you didn't answer him, feeling the car speed up as his anger grew.
"fucking answer me, y/n!" he yelled, eyes trained on the road as he punched the steering wheel.
you jumped, tears gathering in your eyes as you muttered, "nothing, nevermind."
chris groaned, and then the car fell silent.
the drive to your wasn't far, and chris's anger was quickly rising with every passing second.
he couldn't handle it anymore. he stopped the car just a few blocks from your house, parking on the side of the road for just a minute.
"get out, y/n." he muttered, not caring to even look your way.
you raised an eyebrow, "what?"
he exhaled shakily, gripping on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
"you heard me loud and clear. get out of the car. now." he said again, looking out of his window.
you didn't move, not even unbuckling your seatbelt, "chris, my house is just a few more blocks--"
"get the fuck out!" he yelled, finally turning to look at you with wide eyes.
the tears finally fell down your face as fear filled your entire being, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the passenger door.
chris fell back against his seat, head leaning against the headrest as he began to drive away. fast.
you sobbed as you made your way down the sidewalk, keeping your head down the entire way back to your house.
why was he so cruel?
as you approached your house, you remembered the last time he had dropped you off here.
"i love you," he smiled, leaning over the center console to press a soft kiss to your lips.
"i love you, too, baby." you muttered before pulling away and getting out of the car.
chris did, too, following by your side as you walked up the porch.
you giggled, "what's up?"
he just shrugged, stopping behind you as you got to the front door, "just wanted to walk you to the door. needed to make sure you're safe."
"why wouldn't i be safe? what, did you expect me to get kidnapped on the second step i took?" you joked, and ge just nodded nonchalantly.
"my exact thoughts!"
you nudged his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek before entering your house.
the things you would do to experience that again.
but until then it'll always just be this, chris flipping from good to bad.
it's always 1 step forward, and 3 steps back.
. . .
tags: @mattsbbg @55sturn @mayhem-72 @freshloveee @h3arts4harry @films4sturni @voidghsts @thebottledwatersupplier @lanixsturniolo @niicksposts @mattsneezing @stingerayyy2 @sturn-wrld @chrissturnswife
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Pop!: Let The Chaos Begin
Miguel O'hara x M!Reader
[Pop! Masterlist]
Warnings: Crack, Spideplush being mischievous, Miguel is a victim fr😔
Summary: Miguel is asked by reader to take care of spider plush while he goes to take care of an anomaly and spider plush ends up wreaking havoc but as soon as reader comes back from his mission spider plush acts innocent
A/n: Okay so, originally it was going to be Put It Straight that was going to get a part 2 first but I just got this idea and now I can't stop thinking abt it
Quote: "I'm gonna get back at that little shit head"
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Ever since Spider Plush was invited to the society, you have been treating him like your own child. Feeding him, bathing him, cradling him, and more. Miguel would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous from your treatment of Spider Plush. But anyways back to present day.
"Hey babe" You said as you walked into Miguel's office while cradling spider plush in your arms.
"What is it this time?" Miguel grunted.
"I just need you to babysit Spider Plush while I go handle another anomaly" You said as you handed Spider Plush to Miguel.
"Can't he just take care of himsel-"
You interrupted Miguel by giving him the 'don't test me' glare.
"Alright! Have fun and be safe!" Miguel laughed awkwardly.
"Bye Bye Spider Plush, your other dad will take care of you while I'm gone" You said after you gave Spider Plush one last kiss before you opened a portal.
"Dad?!" Miguel yelled as you walked into the portal.
When you were finally gone, everything seemed normal, at first.
"So.. uhhh.. how are you?" Miguel said.
Spider Plush looked at Miguel, blinked a few times, and he immediately got out of Miguel's hands and started to attack him.
"GAHH!" Miguel yelled as the spider plush started to attack his face.
Miguel started to try and tear the Plush off of his face as he stumbled around and accidentally knocking stuff off of his desk. When Miguel finally ripped the plush off of his face, Spider Plush started to run away to cause more chaos.
"No! No! No! No! Come back! Your dad is gonna kill me if you get hurt!" Miguel yelled as he chased the plushie around the building.
The Spider Plush ran into the cafeteria and started throwing food from the other spider people's plates at Miguel. Miguel increasingly got more annoyed as the plushie started to throw more food at him, but all of a sudden a whole plate was thrown at Miguel's head as it shattered to pieces on impact, causing Miguel to stop for a bit.
"OW! You little piece of shit!" Miguel roared as he heard a little laugh coming from Spider Plush.
When Spider plush was done wreaking havoc in the cafeteria, he started running towards the therapy room.
"So what brings you here?" said the spider therapist.
"It- It's about my Uncle" One of the spider people sobbed.
"Agai-"
Spider Plush and Miguel bursted into the room. Spider Plush tried using the spider therapist as a human shield, but failed as Miguel caught him and started to bring him towards the 'go home' Machine.
"I'm done with you, you little piece of shit" Miguel growled, ignoring how Spider Plush kicking at him.
"Margo, prepare the go home machine for spider plush here" Miguel mumbled.
"But won't y/n get mad at you?" Spider byte said worryingly.
"I don't care what y/n will think! This little rodent has put me through hell and back!" Miguel yelled.
"Alright" She said as she started to prepare the go home machine.
Miguel looked on at spider plush as the giant robotic spider came out and was about to send the plush home. Until it stopped.
"Miguel O'Hara!" You screamed.
"Y/n! It- it's not what it looks like!" Miguel said.
Spider Plush saw you and started to make crying noises.
"What did you do to him! You monster! He is supposed to be your son!" You scowled.
"He was causing chaos around the whole building!" Miguel said.
"Spider Plush would do no such thing!" You yelled.
"Y/n! Please! You have to hear me out!" He pleaded.
"I think Spider Plush has been through enough already, I'm going to take him to get a nap" You said as you walked out the room with spider plush hung around your shoulder.
Spider Plush looked up at Miguel and glared at him with mischief in his eyes.
"I'm gonna get back at that little shit head" Miguel grumbled.
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Michael Doesn't Know!
Inspiration
William afton x reader oneshot
Masterlist
Warning
Cheating, unconsentual voyeurism, vaginal sex, older man/younger woman, William is kind of a douche in this, spanking
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You knew it was wrong. It was very wrong. But you couldn't find it in you to resist the touch of the man who thrusts into you so sweetly— even if that man is your boyfriend's father.
It's a blur on how you even got into this situation. All you can remember is Mr.Afton offering you a ride home and getting you all to himself.
But, that didn't matter to you right now. Not as he fucked you so well in the back of his car in some parking lot. Hips snapping against yours feverishly. Growling dirty things into your ear as you become drunk on his cock.
"Fuck, Doll, you're so tight and wet for your beloved boyfriend's father." He chuckles mischievously as he teases you.
"Uh huh! S' b-big, Mr.Afton!" You sob out before biting onto the car seat to stifke some of your moans just to have your mouth ripped off the white seat immediately.
He groans, "keep that dirty fucking mouth to yourself. These seats are expe—" he's cut off by the ringing of your phone, making him smirk with an idea as he picks up your phone and pausing his thrusts.
"W-Who is it?"
"Michael."
"Oh shi—"
"Pick it up."
"W-what?!" You say in disbelief as he hands you the phone, "F-Fine just... don't move." You demand as you answer the phone.
"Heyy Mikey." You say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.
"Hey babe, did you get home ok?" He asks.
"Oh, t-there's a little delay actually. We're at a truck stop for some gas. So I'm not h-home yet." You lie as William begins to move again, making you look back at him.
"Stop." You whisper sternly.
"Stop what, baby?"
Your heart drops as you hear Michael, realizing he heard you.
"S-Stop being so a-awesome!" You say, saving yourself from a quick fate but cringing at the words. Your response making Michael giggle into the phone.
William starts moving his hips faster, making you hold back your moans of pleasure.
"Babe, you sound different.. are you sick?" He says worriedly.
"I-I'm fine, M-Mikey, I n-need to go, we're about to l-leave the truck stop." You say, letting out a small whimper at the end.
"Well... okay. Stay safe, love you." He says, obviously concerned.
"L-Love you, bye." You immediately hang up and moan loudly, William continuing his previously brutal pace making the whole car shake.
He chuckles before slapping your ass, "You're such a dirty slut, doll."
"S-Shut up.."
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A/N: Aah! This is been sitting in my drafts for ages! I don't know how to feel about it!
#william afton x reader#william afton smut#fnaf william afton#fnaf smut#william afton#fnaf fandom#fnaf x reader
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hi aali!! welcome back!!! it’s so lovely to see you on my dash again <3 I saw your ask game and my eyes popped out of my sockets— would it be alright if you could do
❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ + breeding kink + sero hanta ?
I hope you’re having a lovely day!!
☆༉ — HANTA SERO: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.
line. ❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜
extension. breeding kink + afab!reader + nsfw, mentions of makeup.
things to note. eee thank u baby!! im happy to be back n i hope u enjoy this mwah mwah mwah (also i seem to have a terrible obsession with sero n cowgirl bye)
sero fucking adores you on top for three reasons in particular.
the first is that he can see your face when you cry, getting to look directly up at you while you sniffle and sob because he’s fucking you to high heavens and you need some kind of out let to bring you back down from cloud nine. sero will swipe a thumb under your big glossy eyes, and suck the salty tears from the pad of it just to get a reaction out of you. usually it makes you cry harder, until your mascara is nothing but dark tracks on your cheeks and your lips are wet and shiny from your own tears.
the second is that sero gets to feel you up, touch all over you. his finger tips will cascade from the back of your neck to your throat, dragging you down to slot his cheeky mouth against yours. his tongue then prods and pushes past the seam of your lips, toying with the taste of your sugar-coated and ecstasy dipped whimpers (and perhaps the taste of his cock) on your own. sometimes his hands dip lower, thumbing at those sensitive nipples until they’re budding like flowers in bloom, hanta’ll put his mouth on them too, catch your breasts in its hit cavern when they jiggle cutely as you bounce up and down on his curved length.
you’ve always said that you like how his black rooted hair tickles your skin when he leaves hu kiss across your chest.
but most of all, he likes it when you use him for your own pleasure — as if he’s nothing but a real life dildo and a sack of emotions. “fuckin’…shit honey. you’re fucking me so good,” sero is love sick, as you sink down on his slender cock and circle your hips to make sure you’ve taken it all. “show me how that pussy takes it, baby. wanna see,”
he’s running his mouth, slurring over spit and poorly strung together sentences and he knows you’re not listening. you’re too focused on bringing yourself right to the edge again and getting what you want, his cum in your gorgeous cunt until it’s running down both of your thighs. thrusting downward, both of you share a satisfied moan as sero’s leaky tip bullies it’s way up your glistening walls to bare down perfectly against your g-spot — you gush in response, a fresh wave of your nectar beading perfectly down his shaft. only catching on the blue forked veins that spiral around him.
through the misty veil of lust that clouds your brain, you manage to grasp at sero’s wrist — dragging his hand between your shaky overworked legs to guide him into spreading your pussy lips apart. “y’see me han’, ‘m all wet, all for you.” you tell him earnestly, bathing his throbbing cock in your warmth. you make sure that he gets an eyeful, a chance to observe the crude mix of his milky precum and your juices that run through your parted folds like treacle. “need you.”
before he has a chance to sing your praises, you brace your hands on the broad scope of sero’s chest — lifting yourself up and down in his lap, working yourself on his cock like it’s all that you’re trained to do. seeing himself smeared over your clit, stringing white glazing your thighs only motivates sero to fuck up into you — chasing your high and his own, desperate to see more of his cream inside of you.
or maybe he’s desperate to get you knocked up, see you swell with his seed — churn your insides up real good and have you all bred by him. who knows what he wants? sero can’t even tell, already burying himself to the hilt inside of you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your waist and circling you over him so that your eyes roll back. “i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.” he chants like it’s a mantra or a prayer dedicated to you. “wanna fill you up nice ‘n pretty. you want that, right? you wanna cum on me, pretty baby? make me cum deep inside—“
hanta can’t help but goad you, coerce you into riding him faster, harder — even if you’d intended to drag this one out. “that’s it, baby. use me, fuck yourself down on me. please,” he stutters out. he could die here, sero thinks, and he’d be so fucking happy — watching your eyes disappear into the dark of your skull, your thighs quiver and your chest sway with your sinful movements. “please, , jus’ wanna make’a’mess of these insides, wanna fuck my cum so deep inside it sticks. gotta have you full of me…”
“then cum, hanta. make me yours,” tip of the iceberg and the key to heaven’s gates is when you flip the script, begging for him to breed you. your slick walls start to twitch around him, your release trickling out of you without even a warning. that’s when hanta knows he’s fucked.
a pathetic sob nearly knocks his heart and lungs out of place when he finally hits his high, rope after rope of hot white seed flooding your clenching hole — he grabs your hips so tight that you’ll see fingerprints in the morning and keeps you still on top of him through the aftershocks of your orgasms.
maybe there’s a fourth thing sero loves about having you on top — the way you always beg for his cum in the end.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Okay, so I've done a couple of rewrites now, and I don't think I'm going to ever be fully happy with this, so let's just fuckin post this bad bitch
Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Sounds, Dreamcatcher, Itzy, Gahyeon, Yuna, first times, but let’s be real virginity is a social construct that means nothing about someone’s physical state of being, #LearnHowTheHymenWorks, cunnilingin' n' fingrin', nervousness, not even the normal kind of brattiness, Yuna’s just an insufferable idiot, no anal in this one wtf am i thinking?
Off to a Slow Start
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Gahyeon rubbed the stress out of her eyes. Or at least she tried to. The skinny, shivering girl draped over her lap was turning out to be a pain in Gahyeon’s ass (instead of the other way around, as it should have been).
“How about we do something else?” Gahyeon asked with a tone somewhere between hopeful and commanding.
“W-what? Why? I’m f-fine. This is s-so hot,” Yuna peeped. Sort of. It was more like she sobbed it like an emotionally damaged puppy might.
It was quite the shocking change in attitude after only two warm up spanks. Yuna’s butt wasn’t even pink.
Downstairs, when she first stomped up to Gahyeon, Yuna had been acting like she was hot shit. She put her hand on Gahyeon’s thigh, played footsie under the table, talked out of her throat like some kind of pornstar wannabe. It came as no surprise, then, when Yuna suggested that Gahyeon accompany her upstairs and "teach [her] a lesson." The part that was actually a surprise was when Gahyeon realized: when Yuna said “teach [her] a lesson,” she might have meant that very literally, because it was pretty obvious she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
Gahyeon caught Yuna’s glistening eye in a decorative mirror on the wall and raised her hand as if to strike again. Never before had Gahyeon seen someone flinch away so hard from a simple slap on the ass, or grimace like they were expecting an executioner to flip the switch on an electric chair. She lowered her hand and very, very gently patted Yuna’s thigh. "You know what would be fun? Let's make out!”
Yuna pushed herself up on her elbows. Her bare stomach peeled away from Gahyeon’s thighs. Probably because she’d been sweating so darn much from her nerves. She gave Gahyeon a poor excuse for a defiant glare and sniffed away the lump in her throat. “Make… make out? But I’m here for… I thought you were supposed to be a good dominatrix.”
Gahyeon looked up at the dimmed light fixture and exhaled quietly. “Hey, I know you said something kind of like this earlier, but can you remind me what your safe word is, Yuna?” The question sounded a little more condescending than Gahyeon had meant it to.
“I don’t need woa-aaah!”
Crooking her elbow under Yuna’s waist, Gahyeon picked her up, suplexed her onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and got face-to-face. “First of all, ‘dominatrix’ is improper terminology for this situation. Second, if we don’t negotiate a safe word, I’m out of here.”
"Ummm. I, uh. Um."
"Tell me the first word that comes to mind."
“M-mistress?”
Gahyeon rolled her eyes. “Okay, bye.”
“Huh? Wait!”
Gahyeon was already halfway to the door by the time Yuna scrambled off the bed, but turned back to give her an uncaring glare. On her feet, Yuna was a hell of a sight. Tall, skinny, but curvaceous, like the kind of doll that would be sold to make young girls self-conscious about their bodies. Long, dark red hair and black pools for eyes, and she'd put on far more makeup than reasonable for an average coffee run. Gahyeon didn’t want to leave, but Yuna wasn’t making staying the easy decision.
"Wait for what?" Gahyeon asked.
"For… to… so you can make me…"
"I can't make you finish a sentence."
Yuna's supermodel bearing was taken down a peg by her disappointed slouch and concerned grimace. "You know what I mean… like, dominate me."
"Why?"
"Aren’t you horny?"
Gahyeon glanced at Yuna's tits. "No more than usual."
"What? But I…"
"You sure did."
"I-I was going to say—"
"I know."
"N-no you don't!"
Gahyeon groaned, "Maybe I don't care then. No big deal. Take your pick. I don’t like brats. I only tolerate them during Kinktober."
Yuna blushed and looked down, wiggling her knees in discomfort. Gahyeon wasn't going to deny that Yuna was fantastically fuckable, but she was also responsible enough to know when someone was in over their head. "Well, Yuna? What are you trying to do?"
Yuna muttered "I want to get laid" under her breath. With no other noise in the room to mask it, Gahyeon heard it, and yet a vague muttering wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
"I wanna get laid,” Yuna whined, fully out loud, “Okay?"
Gahyeon leaned back against the doorframe. "You a virgin?"
Yuna's blush extended down to her shoulders.
"Well that's a yes."
"B-but! I'm—No, I'm not!"
"And you would say that even if I said calling someone a virgin is just a bad social construct and that being a so-called ‘virgin’ is no better or worse than the alternative?"
"Uh…" Yuna scrunched her nose as she used all of her brain power to process the question. "Yes? Or, wait, no?"
"Nevermind.” Gahyeon waved it off. “Just tell me the truth. Have you had sex before or not? Anything with hands or mouths counts."
There was a pause while Yuna weighed her options. "No…”
Gahyeon was actually a little bit shocked. Yuna was among the hottest of idols, so even this level of awkwardness didn’t seem like it should be too much of a hindrance. Gahyeon had fucked or at least fucked around with a dozen idols with subpar social skills in the prior couple of months.
“But I've been trying!” Yuna shouted after the briefest silence, “Nobody will fuck me though! Not even men!”
“The fuck do you mean, ‘Not even men?’”
“Boys are supposed to be horny all the time. But even if I show them my pussy, they keep rejecting me.”
Gahyeon sighed, “Is that proceeding or preceding a conversation?”
“Of course I say ‘Hi.’ I try asking them if they work out too.”
“Is that it? Because idols have to work out. It’s in the job description.”
Yuna groaned and plopped onto the bed, curving her back like a clothes mannequin, apparently subconsciously. “I've tried all the stuff boys are supposed to like! I touch them, I guide their hands to my boobs, I tell them they smell sexy. All that stuff! And don't get me started on girls. I see them going around and getting laid all the time! And it's like, they'll be sluts for anybody except for me, and—”
“Let me stop you there before you make more of a fool of yourself,” Gahyeon snapped. Yuna froze. “A few things. One: We only use words like ‘slut’ in an endearing manner around here. Two: Some people might just not want to fuck you, ever. Can’t control it. And three: Are you just expecting sex from people? Like me?”
Yuna shifted uncomfortably. “No… I'm doing what I'm supposed to do first.”
“And what is that?”
“You know.” Yuna waved her hands around, pantomiming nothing in particular. “I ask politely. I let them know I'm available. I make myself up for them.”
“And…” Gahyeon mimicked Yuna’s pointless pantomimes. “They should obviously be throwing themselves at you, yet somehow nobody is approaching you?”
“I’ve been approached, I guess, but not from anyone in my league.”
“Pretty sure you’re still in the little leagues, my dude.”
Yuna whined, “Why should I be?! Every fan and their mom wants me.”
“Gross power dynamic, but okay. So I should have just known what you wanted when you walked up to me? And I should have wanted to fuck you? No conversation required?”
“Well… No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that if I do all that stuff—and more, by the way—and they're horny, why shouldn’t they want to fuck me? I'm not even demanding anything from them. I'm offering! Like, blowjobs. I'd be doing all the work!”
Gahyeon stepped away from the door frame and paced the room. “Here's the thing, Yuna. It sounds like people might be picking up on an attitude problem.”
“Attitu—but, no! I'm literally offering a good time, and usually I offer just to make them feel good! I'm not asking for anything in return! What's the big deal?”
“Nothing you've said yet strikes you as ‘bad attitude?’ Because it sounds to me like you're not affording people the courtesy of assuming they have a full breadth of human emotion and think they're good for nothing but sex.”
Yuna blinked. “I-I am, though!”
“Not, or aren't?”
“Ugh!” Yuna grabbed a handful of her hair. “No, I'm saying… You know what? Forget it! I'll just never—”
Looking her up and down for a moment (and not really listening), Gahyeon wondered if her behavior was ever anything like Yuna's. Probably not. She was practically domming her members ever since they met, and it turned sexual almost as soon as Gahyeon was old enough. Relating to Yuna was clearly out of the question.
Even so, Gahyeon felt a sympathetic pulse in her veins. Yuna's troubles, self-imposed or not and ultimately, definitely not anything close to a big deal, were still troubles to Yuna, and they were eating her up, it seemed.
Gahyeon weighed her options. Doing as Yuna demanded would enforce negative opinions. Refusing would make things more awkward for the next person Yuna tried to seduce. But Gahyeon did still like the idea of Yuna… She cracked her knuckles.
“—so I guess I'll just die alone,” Yuna continued to bitch on, “stuffing myself with bigger and bigger—”
Gahyeon cut Yuna off with a hand over her mouth. “Yuna? One word answer. Do you still want to get laid right now?”
Yuna’s eyes, glistening with tears at the edges, widened in something between fear and awe. And yet, she didn’t answer.
Half expecting her to come up with some kind of painfully awkward excuse for saying no, Gahyeon kicked things up a notch. She pulled up her shirt with one hand, catching her bra along the way, and flashed Yuna, full-boobed. She took her hand off Yuna's mouth to gesture at her bare chest, and raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Yuna said almost as if she was in a trance.
“Then turn around.”
Yuna scrambled to her feet without standing up fully, spun a hundred and eighty degrees, and fell forward, catching herself on her elbows. Her knees followed her up and with that her ass was presented.
“Good,” Gahyeon said as she took her shirt and bra off entirely, “Now what exactly would you like me to do?”
“Uuuh…”
“Finger you? Tease you?” Gahyeon dropped her pants, climbing out of them and onto the bed behind Yuna. “I can let you take charge. Maybe I shouldn't have told you to turn around?”
Yuna shook her head. “N-no, nope, it would be better with you in charge.”
“Just give me a little bit of guidance then. I could have sworn you were asking for this.”
Gahyeon slid her hands up Yuna’s back, nails first, leaving white lines that quickly faded back into the approximation of porcelain that this new canvas was made of. Over and over again, Gahyeon reminded herself that Yuna was very pretty, and tried to use that to make herself forget the annoying parts. The fact that she was still thinking about them as she gripped Yuna’s tits didn’t bode well, but many three-plus-somes with Sua and Yoohyeon taught her the virtue of perseverance through annoying sex partners. Yuna was a very pretty canvas that needed to learn some manners.
In-depth lessons would come later though, after Gahyeon showed Yuna what her reward had the potential to be. “Well?”
Yuna's breaths got heavy as Gahyeon’s hands continued to wander, shifting between teasing touches and firm pressure. “I… I, um.”
"You want this?"
Yuna shook all over. She bit her lip and nodded.
Gahyeon breathed across Yuna’s ear, sending a deep shiver down her spine. “Tell me, then.”
“I d-don’t know what to say,” Yuna whined, groping blindly behind herself for Gahyeon’s arms.
Gahyeon pressed her chest against Yuna’s back and grabbed her hands, twirling their fingers together in a cruel, teasing dance. “Tell me where you want me to touch you, for starters.”
“It’s… hard to say.” Yuna arched her back, pushing her ass into Gahyeon’s hips. Her breath spiked over and over.
Gahyeon let her arms go mostly slack. “Then guide me there.”
With no small amount of hesitation, Yuna pulled Gahyeon’s hands tighter around herself and onto her ribs, moving them in a slow, jerking way down until they were between her legs. “Here.”
“I see. So you want me to touch your pussy? Your clit?”
Yuna whined even harder. She pushed insistently on Gahyeon’s limp fingers. “Both.”
“Both? That’s not how I phrased the question. It’s your pussy.” Gahyeon pressed one finger against Yuna’s entrance, earning a gasp. “Or your clit.” She pressed Yuna’s button with another finger, which all but made Yuna double over. Only then did Gahyeon wonder if she was technically providing incorrect information by distinguishing the body parts as separate.
“Oooh my g—My clit! Touch my clit…”
In a flash, Gahyeon took her hand back, licked her middle finger, and put it back, steadily swirling around Yuna’s clitoris. Yuna had to reach back and hang on to Gahyeon’s thighs to keep herself from falling. Her twitches, jerks, and shaky breathing were fun, and exactly what Gahyeon needed to get over her annoyance, at least for a while.
“I’m going to do the same thing with my tongue now, okay?”
Yuna shot up onto her hands. “Your t-tongue?”
Gahyeon circled Yuna’s clit with her finger, making her moan and tense up. She lowered her face so her mouth would be obscured, and the air from her every word would brush across Yuna’s pussy. “I might accidentally touch you with my lips too, if you’re okay with that. I promise I’ll be soft and gentle.”
“O-okay?”
Figuring that Yuna wouldn’t be giving her any more confident a response than that, Gahyeon leaned in further, gathering up extra spit as she went. She pressed the end of her tongue to Yuna’s clit, not hard, but somewhat firmly.
“O-oh," Yuna cooed and took a deep breath, "that’s pretty much just like your finge—”
Gahyeon swirled her tongue around Yuna’s hood, and the girl squirmed back and up out of range with a comically loud gasp. Gahyeon smiled internally. She knew what that was about. The shock of a good time could occasionally make one run away.
"Oh no," she said sarcastically, "You didn't like it. I'm sorry."
Yuna scrambled to get back in place, nearly kicking Gahyeon in the face. "No! I-I liked… please do it again?" There was desperation oozing out of her puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. Just be sure to tell me how you’re feeling, yeah?" She really wanted to hear Yuna try to describe being eaten out with her limited sexual vocabulary.
"I'll try…"
"Yes, just be as descriptive as you can, okay? I’ll adjust as needed."
Yuna nodded quickly. It was pretty clear that she just wanted Gahyeon to start again, so Gahyeon did, very, very, very slowly. She wet her tongue and barely touched it to Yuna's clit.
Again, Yuna flinched. This time Gahyeon was sure it was in anticipation. She looked up through the mild cleavage to give Yuna a reminder.
"Uh! Good! It felt good!"
Gahyeon touched again, but snaked her arms around Yuna’s legs to keep her in place. Another twitch, but smaller. Yuna was trying to contain herself. Gahyeon dragged her tongue slowly left and right. Trying to hold back wasn’t easy.
"It's… good."
Yuna's body language said much more than "good" though. She wanted more. Her eyes were fixed on Gahyeon. Her toes curled and uncurled against Gahyeon’s hips. Her knuckles were white, gripping the blanket. Her lungs shuddered with each brand new sensation that popped its way through her nerves. Goosebumps rose and fell and rose and rose and fell and rose. She had to be putting immense effort into holding still.
"Good."
Upping the ante, Gahyeon swirled again, catching the underside of Yuna's hood. Yuna twitched hard, and for a brief moment her eyes rolled up. Her breath was stuck, but it came unstuck with a second swirl, and exited Yuna's mouth in the form of a pained whimper. That was what Gahyeon was looking for.
"You like?"
"Good! It was so good! Please do it again!" Yuna’s inhibition was faltering.
"Tell me more." Gahyeon didn't pretend to hesitate again. She pressed her tongue under Yuna's hood and down against her clit, wiggling back and forth while keeping herself planted.
"Mmm! I… I don't know what to—OH! AUGH!”
Yuna’s last exclamation was a bit of a surprise, both to Gahyeon and Yuna herself, it seemed, as she quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.
“Was that a good sound?” Gahyeon asked, already knowing the answer.
Yuna nodded.
“Uncover your mouth, then, and keep it up.”
There was some hesitation in how Yuna followed the instructions as Gahyeon got back to playing with her clit, but she did a little better than simply following. She grasped Gahyeon’s hands, alternated between hitched breaths and primal moans, and tucked her chin toward her chest.
Every word Yuna tried to say morphed into one of those noises until she came. One long, vulgar scream faded into mewling whimpers.
Gahyeon crawled up Yuna’s body, pecking her along the way and giving her a much longer, wetter kiss on the mouth. Yuna giggled through it all, a little cum-drunk. “So,” Gahyeon said, “that’s one of the basics.”
“The b-basics?”
“Yeah.” Gahyeon twirled onto her back, slipping an arm beneath Yuna to pull her in close.
“Wow…” Yuna muttered.
The two basked in each other’s warmth for a while without a word. Gahyeon shifted a couple of times to try to optimize her comfort, but still mentally bemoaned Yuna’s lack of experience. She would not have minded a bit of reciprocation. A plan to pick up one or two of her usual subs on the way home began to formulate in her head. Jane would certainly be up for a bit of fun.
“Um, Gahyeon?”
Gahyeon stroked Yuna’s hair, around her ear, down her jaw, and to her chin. Yuna smiled and purred a little. Gahyeon returned that smile. “Hm?”
“Thank you for, um… not making fun of me.”
“Don’t thank me for that.” Gahyeon traced half of Yuna’s lower lip. “I made fun of you a little bit when we started. And quite a bit more later, I believe.”
Yuna cautiously placed a hand on Gahyeon’s breast, but got a little bolder and lightly squeezed when Gahyeon smiled. “I just mean most of the time.”
“I guess. I’ll keep in mind that you appreciate that.” Gahyeon giggled as Yuna nuzzled her stomach with her cheek. “Just be clear with people about what you do and don’t like, and you’ll have a… great time.”
Gahyeon’s last words were drawn out over the sound of a buzzing phone. Yuna’s, to be precise. She stretched to get it from the nightstand and saw “RAW” was calling.
“Raw?” Gahyeon asked.
Yuna reluctantly removed her hand from Gahyeon’s boob to take the phone. “That’s Ryujin… sorry. One sec.”
Though it was quiet, the lack of ambient noise made it easy for Gahyeon to hear Ryujin’s loud voice. “Where the hell are you, Yuna? We checked the bathroom.”
“I’m… upstairs.”
“Upstairs? The fuck are you doing upstairs for a whole hour?”
Yuna’s eyes traveled up and down Gahyeon’s body. “Cuddling?”
“Cuddling? For an hour? Yeah right.”
Huge puppy dog eyes met Gahyeon’s, trying to ask for permission. Gahyeon shrugged.
“Wel—”
“I’m cuddling with Gahyeon because we just had sex,” Yuna said, and then immediately snapped her mouth shut and stared into space.
“What?! No you didn’t, you fuckin baby child! You couldn’t handle her!”
Gahyeon watched for a few seconds as Yuna’s shoulders shrunk into her neck while Ryujin berated her.
“... and you’d come running back down the stairs crying—”
“Actually, Ryujin,” Gahyeon spoke loudly, “she’s not bad. You should let her practice on you sometime.”
Gahyeon swore she heard the sound of a pair of spit takes through the phone before it suddenly beeped twice and went silent. She decided not to wait too long for Yuna’s embarrassment to take over, and laid a hand on Yuna’s back. “Care to learn anything else today? If you want to prove what you can do to Ryujin and Yeji, you may need to do to them what I just did to you.”
Thankfully, Yuna’s blush didn’t get too far. “I-I don’t know if I can do any more right now.”
Gahyeon smiled. “As in it’s time to head out or you just want more snuggles?”
Yuna pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, kissing Gahyeon’s lips a few times in rapid succession. “If I say I have to go, can I have your number?”
Gahyeon ran her fingers through Yuna’s hair. “Sure… but the first thing you're going to text me is a safeword for next time.”
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A Yandere Jeon Heejin x Male Reader please
THIRST
YANDERE JEON HEEJIN X MALE READER
In the bustling halls of Maplewood High School, Heejin reigned as the epitome of popularity. With her flawless looks, captivating charm, and effortless grace, she was adored by many. Yet beneath her radiant facade lurked a dark obsession, one that revolved around her childhood friend, Lee Y/n.
"Yah Stupid Head... Give me your lunch money".
"P-please don't do this to me.. I've never done anything to you.. ".
"How dare you talk back to me... Boys punch him harder.. ".
"No please. Stop... Ahh".
Once inseparable, Heejin and Y/n shared a bond forged in the innocence of youth. However, as they entered high school, Heejin's rise to popularity led her down a path of cruelty. She reveled in her newfound status, using it to belittle and torment Y/n, relishing in his pain as he endured her relentless bullying.
Despite Heejin's transformation into the school's golden girl, her heart ached with an unspoken longing for the boy she had once cherished. But pride and peer pressure kept her from acknowledging her true feelings, and she pushed Y/n further away with each passing day.
Then tragedy struck. A horrific accident shattered the illusion of Heejin's perfect life, leaving her ostracized by her former friends and drowning in a sea of despair. In her darkest hour, it was Y/n who extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of her anguish.
"Stay away from us Heejin... You're ugly as heck... Ahahaha.... C'mon girls let's leave her".
"Girl's please... I'm one of the most popular girls right..."??
"Bitch please... Once we know how fake you were... Your career is basically over".
"Please... I've done everything for this group... For you all... ".
"Let's leave girlsss.. ".
"No... Please.. Don't leave mee...".
"Are you alright Heejin"?
"Y.. Y/n...".?
"C'mon let's get you back on the right track Heejin.. ".
"Y/n...*sobs* I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... After everything that I've done... I'm sorry... ".
"It's okay... Let's get you home safely now.. ".
"Thank you... Thank you Y/n *hugs him* Thank youu".
As Heejin found herself drawn to Y/n's unwavering kindness, her feelings evolved into something far more consuming. She watched him with a feverish intensity, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. But as her affection deepened, so too did her obsession, spiraling into a dangerous obsession that consumed her every thought.
Determined to make Y/n hers and hers alone, Heejin's actions grew increasingly erratic and possessive. She would go to any lengths to keep him by her side, manipulating situations to isolate him from others and showering him with suffocating affection.
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM... HE'S MINE BICTCH... *thud* YOU BETTER STAY AT THAT POSITION, IF YOU DARE TO WOKE UP... I'M GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN.. AND AGAIN.. ".
"please... Help-".
"I SAID SHUR THE FUCK UP".
"y/n...help..m-".
"I WILL MAKE SURE HE FORGETS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YUNA... HIS MEMORIES WIYH YOU WILL BE GONE.. I SHALL TAKE THAT PLACE INSTEAD... BYE BYE SWEETIE AND SWEET DREAMS".
"y/n...agh..uh...hh".
But as Heejin's grip tightened, Y/n began to sense the darkness lurking within her, and fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Trapped in Heejin's suffocating embrace, he realized that her love had transformed into something monstrous, a twisted obsession that threatened to consume them both.
Caught in the clutches of Heejin's dangerous affection, Y/n could only watch helplessly as the girl he once knew descended further into madness. And in the shadow of her obsession, their once-cherished bond stood on the brink of destruction, a casualty of Heejin's desperate desire to possess him at any cost.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! gifts ensue.
he really went. blep. hi user @ilyuu. im proud of this one so congrats wanderer takes home first gift wooo
lmao id like to apologise in advance as this was brought on because of me but I got super burnt out drawing like 20 of these over the course of 2 days... if you see the quality of the drawings declining ( which you will ) please don't mind it!! thank you.
@anonbinaryweirdo. sigh. i get whiplash whenever you're super nice and then in the span of the next three seconds immediately do something vile
@soleillunne. we don't talk much but from what I know you are such a sweet person omg !! and your works??? dies inside (in a good way). the way you write xiao maks me so. puddle like
@realkavehgf. we agree on one things (amongst others) and that is that kaveh is. kAVEH IS. MALFUNCTIONS PERISHES.
@emphasisondrvgs. you scare me. please take your ranpo and quietly see yourself out LMAO /j
@pjsk-writin. AMIMI ONE OF MY FIRST EVER MOOTS !!! im so proud of mikoto. sighs. straitjackets are smth else to draw .. BUT HES SO. MMMMMM !!!!
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@lillonvia. sobs. I didn't do the man justice.loud sobs. DFSDDSF YOUR ART MAKES ME WANT TO LIKE DISENTAGRAT INTO GLOWING BALLS oF FUZZ AND FLOAT INTO THE HEAVENS I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO DESCRIBE IT. WE ARE SO DELULU oVER XIAO. FOAMS AT THE MOUTH
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@yelshin. WAIIIIT NO YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF> iM SORRY. I don't know why he looks... so r e g a l in this but its definitely giving off oRAtRice MecAnIquE DAnAlySe CARdiNAle .
@vennnnn-diagram. LOUD SCREAMING N O . YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF TOOOODJSKFLSD JGAIJFAD JKLJFD:LFS. anyways. I need to see nahida smiling more she deserves everything and then some. aranaras are so silly giggles
@lume-nosity. I hold the slightest bit of guilt for putting your angsty ish drawing right next to happy lil nahida buT AHAHAH IT MAKES IT HURT MORE IG. took some inspo from your blog title... mwah ily lume. I WAS SO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST WHEN I SENT YOU THAT MOOT ASK BUT I AM EVER SO HAPPY THAT I DID !!!
th end. im actually so dead lmao my fingers actually were starting to bleed afklsdjfaskdjfklsdjflkasdjflksjflkjowejtoij enjoy your Christmas gifts mooties !! if anyone asks why I haven't been posting fics as promised. this is why. ill be in a coffin for a while please let my soul rest
OH AND FORGOT TO MENTION I DREW THESE BASD ON THE MOOTIES THAT COMMNTED ON MY THINGY LIKE LAST WEEK WHICH ASKED WHICH CHARACTER THY WANTD I LOVE YOU ALL PSPS I PROMIS
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Oml, hi! I absolutely adore your work, like read everything on Ao3 then came here to read more lol-
Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a Hobie x m!reader where reader is feeling super insecure after a long day at work and tells Hobie about it, then Hobie basically worships reader and all of his insecurities? I noticed you tend to do either gn or fem readers so I hope this request isn’t unreasonable..?
Thank you so much, keep doing you cause that’s what we love,
Bye <3
Hold Me (Hobie Brown x M!Reader)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x M!Reader
Category: Fluff/Angst
Warnings: Swearing, Depictions of Self-Deprecation/Insecurities, Burnout, Toxic Workplaces
Word Count: 1.3k+
A/N: Hello! Thank you so so much for your kind words 🥹 Your request is definitely not unreasonable-I just tend to stick with GN or fem! reader since that’s what interests me the most (though I’m always open to write for other pairings!) Also, I love your icon 😻. I hope you enjoy!
You ran your hand down your face as you slammed the door behind you. Your entire body ached with exhaustion as you slipped your shoes off and chucked them across the foyer of your flat. Your boyfriend, Hobie, leaned across the couch as you walked into the living room.
“Hey, love. How was-“
“It was fine,” you answered curtly. You felt a pang inside your chest at your sudden bluntness, but your body felt like it was on auto-pilot as you shuffled into the bathroom. You locked the door behind you before curling your fingers against your ears. Hot tears threatened to spill from your tired, red eyes as you peeled off your clothes. You quickly hopped in the shower, the emotional dread and fatigue of the day slowly seeping into your bones. You scrubbed yourself clean as you choked on your sobs, the events of the day replaying in your head like a broken record.
You shivered when you stepped out and dried off, the stress of the day making your body feel heavier by the second. You shuffled to your shared bedroom across the hall and hastily pulled on some comfy sweats and t-shirt. A tall shadow cast over you as you pulled your shirt over your head.
“Rough day?” Hobie asked. You hung your head and nodded. He hummed in reply. “Want to-“ you cut his words off when you rushed over and wrapped your arms around him. Hobie sighed and splayed his hand over your back. “Oh, love,” he cooed as he rubbed your lower back. He held you as you soaked his shoulder with bitter tears, his warm body bringing at least a little comfort to your aching heart.
“I-I’m sorry I was rude to you earlier,” you sniffed. Hobie pulled back and kissed your forehead.
“It’s alright,” he assured you. You wiped your eyes.
“I fucked up today, Hobes,” you said in a shaky voice. Hobie’s chocolate brown eyes softened as he held you close. He kept his hand on your hip before tilting his head towards the bed.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked. “If you think it’ll help, that is,” Hobie added. You nodded with a long sigh.
“Yeah,” you breathed. He hummed and slid his hand into yours before leading you towards the queen-sized bed. You swallowed thickly as you sank onto the mattress. Hobie grunted as he sat next to you, one and draped over his thigh and the other wrapped around yours. Your knuckles turning pale as you squeezed his palm. You took a slow, deep breath.
“We had our monthly reviews today and my boss was very…thorough with me,” you began. Hobie remained silent, allowing you the space to continue at your own pace. You sighed. “She said that I’m not trying hard enough, that I’m not progressing as quickly as everyone else at the branch,” you huffed and clenched your jaw. “She just looked so frustrated and disappointed in me. And then I had a customer call in demanding that we return his money, that he’s being ‘scammed’. I tried to explain the situation to him, but he just ended up screaming and cussing me out,” you explained.
“Then I dropped my lunch and didn’t have enough time to grab a full meal, so I had crisps from the vending machine. And to top it all off, my coworkers have been gossiping about me being a…” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, a hard lump swelling in your throat. You groaned you caged your hands over your face. “Why can’t I do anything right?” you choked. “I thought I was doing such a good job when I first started…so why am I struggling so much right now?" you clenched your fist. "Why am I so fucking stupid?” you cursed.
“Hey, you’re not stupid, alright?” Hobie said firmly. You shook your head.
“Yes, I am. If I was just more intelligent and organized then people wouldn’t be so upset with me,” you said as your cheeks burned. “But even then, it feels like no matter how hard I try, I’ll always just end up disappointing everyone,” you cried. Hobie frowned as he pulled you close. He muttered into your hair as he gently rubbed your arm.
“Listen here: you’re not a disappointment,” he said. You slumped your shoulders.
“Hobie, you have no idea how many things I’ve messed up this past week. The amount of people I upset. I just…fuck. What is wrong with me?” you sighed in defeat. Your boyfriend hummed and rubbed your upper arm.
“You know what I think?” he asked. You tilted your head to the side and gazed into his deep hickory eyes. "I think that all of those things you just said about yourself...are complete bullshit," Hobie stated. Your jaw went slack as your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Sorry, guess I should apologize now for bein' blunt," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You gave a small smile before bursting into laughter. Hobie blinked as you peeled with laughter, your giggles reverberating inside the small bedroom. His shoulders were soon bouncing as he chuckled softly. You clutched your side and caught your breath after several minutes.
“Thanks, Hobes. I really need that today," you sighed and wiped your eye.
“My pleasure,” he said with a wink. The two of you chuckled. “Hey... look at me,” Hobie said in a more serious tone. You slid your head up, your heart melting at his gentle expression. He sighed as he smoothed his hand over your hair.
“You’re smart, the smartest bloke I've ever known,” he said. You blushed.
“H-Hobie..." you stammered.
“It’s true. And you can always work on being more organized. Doesn’t mean you’re a bad person-just means you’ve got somethin’ to improve on,” your boyfriend shrugged. You sniffed as he placed a kiss on your forehead and cupped your face.
“And as for those stuck up pricks...they can kindly go fuck themselves,” he said with a firm nod. Your face felt red hot as you laughed. Hobie pursed his lips. “Honestly, I think you need to get the hell out of there,” your boyfriend said. You wrung your hands together as you tensed in his hold.
“It’s decent pay, though,” you sighed as your heart sank. Hobie hummed.
“But you could get paid way better for a job you actually enjoy,” he said. You frowned.
“True...but I don’t even know where to begin,” you said exasperatedly. Your boyfriend tilted his head.
“Could help you look when I’m not busy,” he replied with a shrug. Your eyes widened as your heart leapt in your chest.
“Really?” you beamed. Hobie cracked an eye open and nodded.
“‘Course-anythin’ to help my boy,” he said. You pulled him into a tight hug again, drawing a deep chuckle from your love.
“Thank you,” you said softly. Hobie nodded and squeezed you back.
“You’re incredible, (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget it,” he whispered. You smiled widely as you placed your hands over his. He beamed as you pressed your lips against the side of his palms.
“You’re intelligent,” Hobie repeated as he kissed your forehead. “Organized,” his lips lingered on the top of your nose. He smiled as he rested his forehead against yours, his lip ring brushing over your bottom lip. “And most importantly…incredible,” he murmured softly while gazing into your eyes.
Your heart melted as he rested his plush lips against yours. You sighed and wrapped a hand around his neck as his hands moved to cup your face again. The whole world stood still as your blissful kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity. Hobie’s pupils were blown when the two of you parted and caught your breaths. A small smile crept onto his face.
“How about we get some takeaway, yeah? Put on a movie and just have a lazy night in?” Hobie suggested while brushing his thumb over your cheek. You grinned before gently kissing him on the lips.
“That sounds wonderful,” you replied.
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Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 8-17
Bruce:
Bruce didn’t know about (Y/n/Batsis) when she was born. He didn’t know about her until she was older. By the time Batman began his second year, is when Alfred came across a old letter from Bruce’s earlier days. As fate would have it Batman attend a homicide scene with Gordon that same night. A woman had been beaten to death by her boyfriend who was in GCPD custody. In the small apartment in the East End was a small girl.
Bruce felt like he had seen the girl before but before he could speak with her CPS took her away, returning to the cave he opened the case on the woman and his heart dropped. M/n L/n was a woman Bruce grew close with before he left to train and study abroad. Looking into the girl he found out her name was Y/n and she had been in and out of foster care due to her Mother loosing custody of her several times due several causes but she got her back a year ago and seemed to be doing better. But her boyfriend wasn’t, his record was one of the worst Alfred had laid eyes on and now Y/n was without her Mom. “She’s only 8, Alfred—she’s only..” “…I know Master Bruce, what are you thinking?”
Bruce immediately went to find the girl and it felt strange, the girl before him looked so much like the woman he met years ago but she also reminded him of hisself. It wasn’t until several hours of talking did he learn she saw and heard everything, and Bruce hugged her and she cried for her Mom. Alfred and Gordon arrived and talked to Bruce to tell him that the girl’s “father” was not her real father, her Mother didn’t put him on the birth certificate nor did his DNA match.
Bruce nearly fell out his chair in the police station, a passing by cop made a comment about being a Playboy catching up finally. Once it was over Bruce took Y/n with him while he figured out how to help her.
It was hard at first, Y/n went from a shithole apartment in the dirtiest area of the city to a large gothic manor in the outskirts of the said city. She wondered around a lot and for a while she was very quiet. Bruce thought maybe he wasn’t helping her but instead was hurting her. And that’s when she found the piano in his office. She played it beautifully and found peace in this one room. Bruce joined her and it was the ice breaker the two needed. As time went on she learned about his parents—her grandparents and why he became the Dark Knight. She didn’t want Bruce to continue as Batman, she knew it was selfish but she didn’t want to lose anyone else. Bruce made her a pinky promise that he would always come back to her and she’s never be alone in this world even when his time did come.
Y/n was one of few people who knew Bruce could genuinely sing. And she asked him to sing for her while she played the piano and later on other musical instruments. He’d sing for her and only her. And Alfred had hoped this moment between Father and Daughter could stay. Bruce even stayed in a night every once and a while, but then the Circus happened.
Dick:
It was only a few months after Y/n began living with Bruce when the three decided to attend the Traveling Circus. Y/n wanted to see all the animals and pet them. Bruce had to remind her that’s she couldn’t do that, but a friendly elephant used its trunk to pet her head. “Sorry, I hope she didn’t scare you.” A dark hair boy apologized. He smiled and Y/n became even more excited about the elephant. Bruce introduced himself and Y/n and shortly the boy’s father came to fetch him as they were on stage next. The boy waved bye to them and Y/n begged to watch the next act.
No one could predict what was gonna happen. Screams, yells for help and people running from the tent after such a tragedy. Bruce rushed through the crowd to find help, but Y/n saw it all, even though Alfred hoped the girl didn’t, having being put through more trauma. Her gaze never left the sobbing boy several feet in the air. The same boy who let her pet the elephants and fed them moments ago.
Y/n went home with Alfred and Bruce who immediately went to work. Y/n stayed in the office playing the piano. It was only a few days later that the same boy from the circus was brought inside the manor with Bruce.
From complete strangers to now being siblings in only a matter of days. Even though Dick was hurting he didn’t once shut out Y/n,and she didn’t pick at him for his random burst of emotions. She let Dick express whatever he was feeling and she didn’t Judge for it.
The nos 12-year-old acrobat showed his little sister how much he doing routines and acts. And she loved watching him, and he loved listening to her play piano and singing which she didn’t even do in front of Bruce just for her new Big Brother.
The two were thick as thieves playing pranks on Bruce, stealing extra cookies, staying up late in Dick’s room watching horror films. And Dick would get reprimanded for later for showing his kid sister Nightmare on Elm Street. But he didn’t care he loved his sister and she loved him back.
School was hard for her because Y/n was never in school long enough and she struggled. Dick had his own struggles but he always helped her with math.
“Little sis, I helped you with his homework how did you fail it that’s easy.”
“Read the question.”
Jokily,”If Sara had 3 dollars, seven quarters, how fast can Max drive to her?”
“What’s wrong Dickie?”
“How do—this is not aister!”
They two only grew closer as they got older and as Dick became Robin, it now meant that Y/n was worried sick about two people and Alfred had told that if they were hurt and didn’t tell him they would feel the wrath of the Lady of the Manor.
Dick began hanging out with other kids his age, and older and then he was gone from the Manor at chunks of time with the Titans.
Eventually she would meet the original Titans, Donna, Wally, Roy, and Garth. They were all older than her but the loved her because their Best Friend loved her.
She loved hanging out the most with Donna because it was like having a Big Sister, and plus if the boys were annoying she tell Donna who would make them scatter.
Everyone knew that Y/n had a schoolyard crush on Roy, well everyone but Roy of course. The other found it funny, Dick didn’t.
“Hey guys!” Roy shouted energetically.
“Hi Roy.” Wally and Dick muttered while playing Mortal Combat. He turned his gaze to Y/n who had her face in a book.
“Hey Y/n.” He greeted, she looked at him red in the face and smiled before speed walking out the room. Dick now had a scowl on his face as Wally laughed and Roy didn’t know if it was because Wally won or something else.
Wally loved giving her piggyback rides throughout the city with the wind flying through her hair.
But time was a cruel thing, as Dick got bigger so did the rift between him and Bruce. They’re days of small disputes become full on screaming matches.
Dick would go to his room and pack his stuff and leave for the Titans. First, it was only a week, than a month, but this last time they both said horrible things and Y/n saw her brother in rage trash his room and pack up whatever he could take and pack his car.
But this time she knew this wasn’t like before. Now older she pleaded with him to take her with him but he told her he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to drag her into his and Bruce’s fight. Dick hugged the now younger teenage girl before him as he now towered over her, he knew he would turn 18 soon and he would be done with Bruce but not his Peanut.
“Don’t worry kid, I’ll be back. I call you when I get to the Tower.” And with that he spend off.
Y/n began to rebel against her Father’s wishes, she stopped playing music for bit, at least in her usual places, she wouldn’t wait for him in the cave, she would stay up late and ignoring whatever he told her. Soon they had their own disagreements and she would get the same scrunch in her nose that he would have on his face from fighting with Alfred.
“I’d say that went well, Don’t you Master Bruce?”
“…..”
Y/n become last open with her thoughts and she would write down her thoughts, and play guitar a lot in her or sometimes Dick’s room.
She went to spend the weekend with Dick and when she returned with him she unintentionally convinced him to speak with Bruce. Upon her return she found another boy in the cave and this started another fight between the oldest and Batman.
Jason:
Jason’s arrival brought on new experiences for Y/n even though she was close with Dick, Jason lived the manor something Dick didn’t do anymore she got used to being the only kid again. And Jason ever had siblings, so he made it his mission to be the most annoying big/little brother ever.
Jason would constantly pick at his baby sister even though he was only taller by two inches she still found it amusing.
The two bickered the most and it didn’t help that Y/n was the only girl in the house. She found peace with either Donna, Kori or Babs.
Jason would enter her room and leave her door open, would mock her voice, take her books and hide it., read her song lyrics, take her phone and make her chase him for it while teasing her. Don’t get me wrong Jason love his sister.
One day after school two guys were picking with her and Y/n may not fight like a vigilante but she could hold her own. But Jason stepped in. And by the time Alfred and Bruce got calls the two siblings beat up the bullies and were suspended for a week, Bruce had to pay the families to not sue even though he grounded them he was secretly proud that they had each others back.
Bruce even tried to be more present and take them to movies but Jason didn’t like the plot of the film because so much of it wasn’t in the novels and Y/n just wanted to see the changes for herself.
While out shopping with Babs Y/n got Jason his own personal journal and pen set for his to write down his thoughts. She went to his room but he wasn’t their, she went to the cave where Alfred was sobbing and Bruce was stoic. She asked for Jason but was met with her Father silently crying and tell her that he passed away.
Those words hit her but she didn’t believe them, ran to look for his and found a something covered by a plain white sheet. Only moving a few feet she saw the tuff of jet black hair, the partial showing arm with scarred, charred and bloody Robin suit.
Y/n became emotionless, it wasnt until after his black casket was lowered and covered in Earth did it take her to break. It took Babs soothing the young teen to let it out before she could try to process everything.
She’d visit his grave every Sunday with flowers and would talk about her week. She’d tell him especially about new books she read that she thought he’d read.
Sometimes after school she’s visit a cafe Jason took her to just to read or even journal about her experiences.
Once she turned 16 she begged Bruce to get a car, but just any car it was one Jason had always wanted. Seeing has he didn’t make it to 16 dying at 15 she felt like have the car he wanted was a way to keep him alive.
Barbara:
The first Batgirl and daughter of Police Commissioner Gordon. Y/n looked at up to Babs, she met her officially through Dick since he and Barbara had the same classes and they dated briefly off and on when they were younger.
Y/n found Barbara’s transformation into Batgirl to be bad ass, she loved how both Dick and Bruce didn’t approve of her and she still said,”I’ll show you boys.”
Babs was around a lot for Y/n especially once Dick left, she would text him and give him updates on her telling him how he missed a school play or she was doing good in math. She also scolded him for not picking up the phone to call his sister himself.
Even though she trained with Bruce and a bit with a Dick, she originally had no intention of being a vigilante. Barbara took Y/n under her wing too and taught her more advanced skills in technology and hacking that Bruce didn’t even know.
Even when Jason joined Babs was still there though she was getting older and eventually she retired Batgirl.
Shortly before Jason’s death would Barbara come to terms with a life altering experience.
Barbara shut everyone out and became very cold, she was trying to figure out her new way of life after being shot by the Joker. Just as Babs was their for her, Y/n did not let Barbara mop about. She pushed her to keep training,to find a new way to help Batman and other heroes.
A few weeks after the first year anniversary of Jason’s death Babs asked Y/n to come to her Clock tower and that’s when she asked Y/n to take over being Batgirl, she told Y/n that’s she helped her find a new outline on life and she wants Y/n to figure out if this line of work is not really for her.
She was reluctant at first but she was secretly receiving more training from Babs, and eventually Dinah and Helena.
She put those skills to the test when Gotham was under attack and Oracle sent out the new Batgirl. Bruce and Dick weren’t happy but a break out in Blackgate and Arkham would come first
Barbara told Bruce that Y/n was under her guidance and she would oversee her training. Bruce agreed and once he thank his daughter that was how she took on the new Batgirl identity.
She met a kid outside the manor one afternoon.
“Umm hi, why are you outside my house?”
The tween looked up,”Oh cool your the new Batgirl I thought you were taller. Is Batman home?”
She dragged the boy into the foyer and told her dad they have a guest.
*Part 2 coming soon 😘‼️‼️‼️
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pairings: |Dom!Kate| |Sub/brat reader|
cw: first person pov, degradation kink, dacriphilia, impact play, spit kink, choking
You were waiting for Kate to get out of her podcast/ interview type thing. Kate was in her office room in the house. She was speaking to the interviewers about IOWA basketball, Her recent draft. You were in the room bored, wanted her so badly.. So of course you send her a sexy photo while she’s in the interview. Kate gets your message. She checks the notification & see the photo.
Kate texts you back saying “y/n why the fuck are you sending me photos like this. You know I’m in an interview rn.” You text back “what I didn’t even do anything..” Kate just leaves you on read. You wait till the interview is over. Once you hear her say bye to the interviewers, You go straight to Kate. As you make your way over to Kate. She says “Go back in the room now & undress since you don’t understand what you did wrong.”
You obviously heard what she said.. but you didn’t want to just let her get what she wants that easily. You go to the room & just sit on the bed, waiting. Kate goes to the other room and grabs her strap & a vibrator. Kate walks into the room & she visibly looks super mad.
Kate asked you “why the fuck aren’t your clothes off?” She pulls your legs apart & she pulls off your pants/underwear. You try to touch her arm & kiss her. Kate just pushes you off & slaps you. She keeps undressing you, until you’re fully naked infront of her. You try to lean in to kiss her again. Kate takes her two fingers & sticks them in your mouth making you choke a little. She says “Didn’t I warn you to not fucking touch me, Your a dirty little slut. Now if you wanna touch me your gonna have to beg for it.”
You start to tear up a bit at her degrading you. You start begging say “Kate please let me touch you.” Kate slaps you across the face & says “Wrong name, You know exactly what to call me.” While tightening her hand around your throat. You say “m-mommy I’m so sorry.. please can I touch you.” You said with pleading eyes, hoping that will change her mind. Kate sits right next to you. Kate lifts you so that you straddle her thigh. Kate says “Since you wanted to act like a little slut & send me photos while I’m in an interview. You will get treated like one.” Kate forces you to open up your mouth, As she spits in your mouth. Forcing you to swallow it, You start sighing & whimpering. Kate put a finger in you to be “nice”. She expected you to do all the work. You start trying your best to ride on her hand. You’re not getting the right spot so you just stop.
Kate asks “Why’d you stop? Tired of doing all the work?” You say “yes m-mommy it’s too hard, I want your help please.” Kate says “well you should’ve thought about that before you wanted to act like a little slut, I would’ve gladly helped you if you weren’t acting like a spoiled brat.” You start trying to hide in her neck & kiss on her jaw.
Kate takes her hand to force you to look at her, with the opposite hand she grabs the vibrator puts it on the highest setting. You start to whimper & moan, having the vibrator on you plus her one finger. As you think that’s all she adds another finger & slaps you across the face for not keeping eye contact with her.
Kate says “you look away from me & I’ll stop.” You try your best to keep your eyes on her, but it feels so good. Your eyes start to tear up & you feel a knot in your stomach. Kate starts to look up at you. She asks you “mama, you about to cum?” & you start nodding uncontrollably. Kate takes her finger out & turns the vibrator off.
you start to sob & put your head in her neck again looking away from her. Kate sticks her two fingers in your mouth. While with the opposite hand putting the strap in you. She makes sure she puts it in real slow. You start to slowly get on the strap feeling overstimulated as ever. You say “mommy, can you please do it faster please.”
Kate slaps your ass so hard while leaving her hand on your ass. You start to feel that knot in your stomach again. Kate decides to be nice and let you cum on her fingers. You slouch over her shoulder like a baby. While Kate licks on her fingers. Kate starts to put her fingers slowly back in you. Leaving you to start crying again & whimpering. You start crying saying “m-mommy please.. I’ve been good.” Kate rolls you on the bed & Kate gets on her knees.
She puts your thighs on her shoulders to get a good angle. She starts to eat you out very fast, like her tongue is hitting all the spots. You start to feel something again, but it doesn’t feel like cum. It feels like something else. You just close your eyes & take a deep breath. While Kate speeds up her tongue & You squirt on her face. Kate licks it all up & she says “wow, baby I didn’t know I can make you do that.. It felt good didn’t it mama.” While rubbing your thighs & kissing them. She gets up to grab a rag to wipe the surrounding areas off without touching your clit knowing it’s really sensitive.
she goes to get you some sweats & one of her shirts for you to put on. She puts the clothes on for you. She starts to give you a bunch of kisses on your face & asking “baby, I didn’t go to rough right, I hope your okay baby.” & you say “I’m fine baby, Actually liked it.” Kate says “Your such a dirty girl.” While winking at you. Kate pulls you to lay on her while you guys start to fall asleep.
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