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Oh no it’s the end of the entire world . You called me a man. Yawn? You forget normal people don’t give a fuck what you call them? She knows my views and loves me for it. You people are the reason gay acceptance has gone down. Also, my fiancé would never date a transbian, ya know, bc she’s a L E S B I A N.
Ah yes, we are the reason gay people aren’t accepted instead of actual violent homophobes and conservative lawmakers /s. You do know Black and brown trans women (Marsha and Sylvia) gave you your rights right? Oh wait, you don’t, because you’re a filthy TERF that all she knows how to do is talk about how much she loves pussy because she’s a cissexist misogynist that reduces women to their body parts. Fuck you and fuck your fiancé, and take the names of my lesbian trans sisters and siblings out of your mouth. Trans lesbians are lesbians and many cis lesbians date them. You’re not a real lesbian because lesbians are attracted to women and non-men or at least support transfemmes if they aren’t attracted to them. You’re just attracted to genitalia because you view women as walking vaginas.
Anyways, just know they won’t stop at trans and non-binary people. Once they have completed the last stage of trans genocide, they’re coming for you too, and you’re digging your own tomb by aligning yourself with the alt-right simply because you don’t want people like me to exist. It’s your funeral, so go right ahead, but don’t you turn crying to the trans community when your rights are stripped away, (spoiler alert: they already have been). There is no LGB without the TQIA+. Without the T your mere existence would still be illegal today, so sit the fuck down and put some respect into the names of the women that fought for your gay liberation so you can pull a JK Rowling and cry with your white woman tears (I’m assuming you’re white because most TERFs are, because they are both racist and transphobic, because the gender binary and transphobia are intrinsically link with colonization, racism, and anti-Blackness).
#I swear to fucking god why am I wasting my time with this person#TERF is a slur to silence you? I wish#now STFU#transgender#lgbt#lgbtqia#lgbtqa#nonbinary#queer#trans women are women#protect trans women#trans women are valid#trans women are real women#marsha p johnson#pay it no mind#sylvia rivera#cw: terfs#terfs are disgusting#terfs aren’t feminist#lesbian#terfs aren’t real feminists#jk Rowling#gay liberation#transgender community#trans rights#trans rights are human rights#tw terf#stop trans genocide#stop trans hate#trans lesbians are lesbians
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#i feel like i am having some kind of a crisis. first of all i got sick AGAIN so i am at home coughing and not being able to breathe because#my nose is completely useless right now. the good part is i am on a sick leave so at least no work for three days yeah . but then i have#shifts on saturday and sunday which sucks BUT at least they are morning shifts which means i will be at home by 3.30 pm BUT that means#waking up before 6 am which again SUCKS but at least i don't have to be at work till 10 pm. so there is that. also i will have the next wee#off completely :)) which is fantastic news excpt. we were supposed to travel somewhere (me and my mom ) but we didn't manage to plan#anything so i will most likely stay at home and feel like i am wasting my free time which will make me feel guilty as fuck and not enjoy th#free time because this is ow my mind works and the stress i feel because of it? it's eating me from the inside like i literally can't focus#on ANYTHING because i already stress about wasting my next week. literally someone call a psychiatrist#also we didn't plan anything because the money needs to be saved for. my wedding. so there is a good reason why but that reason?#ANOTHER REASON FOR STRESS. i have been avoiding thinking about it seriously because once i start i will obsess over it and won't sleep#anyway. i have a wedding day coming in 2 months and i feel useless and completely out of control. head in hands.#also i won't be able to attend purcon in may which sucks but i need to sell the ticket because i already lost so much money on crossroads#that i also didn't attend only bought tickets impulsively last year so i want to avoid that happening again which means i have to like#sell them which is this whole thing that is also stressing me out. also i need to do the taxes . another stress factor#i was not meant for this life i was meant to live in a tent by the mountain lake i swear to god#personal
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Saga!! You’re baaaack!! Lovely to see you around these parts again hun 😘 If you’re in the writing mood, can I interest you in a little gif of our favourite Camden based reprobate as inspiration? 😉 xxx
Thank you love! Good to be back (and make my favourite Camden gangster talk nonsense in my fics 🤭🤭🤭)
“Alfie…”
“That is still a ‘no’, luv, all right, and that is final.”
“Alfie Solomons, I am your wife!”
“Playin’ the wife card, are we, right, but two can play this game, sweetheart, yeah? Now, I ain’t one to play dirty, right, and don’t you roll those pretty eyes of yours at me, ‘cause I know what you’re about to say next and the answer’s still bloody ‘no’!”
“Alfie, I am begging you…!”
“Oh, now she’s beggin’, ain’t she, isn’t that a clever thing to do to your husband, right, makin’ ‘im feel all sorts of notions just to win the argument, right, now listen to me, Mrs. Solomons, you women are a clever little breed, right, entirely overlooked and undervalued, yeah, I realise that, luv, an’ I can see that ‘cause you yourself are exceptionally clever, my love, so much so that you went an’ married a clever man, right, a trait that doesn’t apply too often to my kind… There she goes and rolls her eyes again, bloody hell, come back here, woman!”
“No!”
“Come back here at once, ya vexin’ creature, an’ no stompin’ on the bloody stairs, you’ll wake the dogs!”
“Don’t bring the dogs into this!”
“I’ll do as I damn well please in my own fuckin’ house that I paid for!”
“You, Alfie Solomons, are unbelievable!”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment and you know it!”
“Hush now, luv, let’s not argue, right, ‘cause I can take no more of this–”
“Alfie!”
“Right, an’ I can be the bigger person here, darlin’, and to say I love an’ cherish you more than life itself would be an understatement–”
“Unbelievable!”
“So I forgive ya.”
“Go to hell!”
“How many times must I tell ya I already got the ticket done and paid for?!”
“I swear on my brothers, Alfie, I will join you there, because I’ll bloody go and murder my own husband if his nonsense continues!”
“Right! Fuck! Now that right there is just fuckin’ brilliant, right, ‘cause your lovin’ brother is what started the whole fuckin’ thing!”
“Alfie Solomons, you put on a clean shirt right this instance and accompany me to my brother’s wedding or I swear to God, I’ll gut ya with a butter knife!”
“John bloody Shelby gets married at least every other October, what fuckin’ difference does it make if I come or not?!”
“You take that back!”
“Why should I fuckin’ take it back, right, if it’s true?!”
“A butter knife, Alfie Solomons, I swear to God!”
“Naaah, but do ya promise, dearest?! ‘Cause it’s a lovely set your Tommy got us for our anniversary, shame if it fuckin’ goes to waste…! What are ya laughin’ about now?”
“Nothin’… Oh God, Alfie, I bloody love you, you know that?”
“That a trick or somethin’…?”
“No! I just… God, Tommy always said I took after Polly, I just never knew how much… This is bloody ridiculous.”
“Right, you… Right, stop laughin’, woman, you’re bloody ridiculous, stand still… Now your lipstick’s all over the– an’ what was that for?”
“I love you, Alfie Solomons.”
“Right, now, I love ya too, alright, even though you Shelbys are all equally fuckin’ crazy...”
“You knew what you married into.”
“That I bloody did.”
#Shelby reader#Shelby reader x Alfie Solomons#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders x reader#alfie solomons fanfic#alfie solomons x reader#alfie solomons imagine#tom hardy fanfic#tom hardy imagine#tom hardy x reader
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Helloo
This is my first time doing requests and uhh
I was wondering if i can request a dom reader and sub tighnari in heat?? Like he just cant handle it anymore hhhhh he just needed to do something about it and the only person he can think of doing it with him is the reader-
i dont know how to do requests
|･ω･`)ﾉ a/n : here is the long over due tighnari fic, i am officially back from my hiatus but uploads may still be slow as i get back into the swing of thing :)
✰ Hot Faced .. !
[ Featuring ] -> Tighnari x reader
cw : gn!reader, handj0bs, riding, d0m!reader, sub!tighnari
The air around you started to cool down as the sun made its way over the horizon, glowing orange as it slowly disappeared. The forest didn’t get as cold at night as it did in the desert so you wouldn’t have to rush back to the village to avoid the night, but something else was causing you to pick up your pace, eager to get back.
Today you were surveying the forest with Tighnari, but about halfway through the day he had to excuse himself back to his house, saying he wasn’t feeling well and needed a rest. Quite honestly, you were worried about him as he barely ever misses out on duties and is very stubborn, even when sick. So, as soon as you finished your work, you made a beeline straight back to the village.
Finally, making it back to the village, you headed straight for Tighnari’s house and knocked on the door. At first, you hear nothing, but after a second knock, you hear a muffled groan through the door. Panicked, thinking he was in serious pain, you barged into his hut without waiting for a response. And the sight you saw only made your worries worse. He was curled up on his bed on top of a pile of blankets, only in his underwear, as his whole body was in a sweat. His ears perked up as he heard you enter the room. He looked at you, eyes wide.
"Tighnari, are you ok? You look horrible, well, not like that-"
Stepping closer, you paused mid-sentence, now having a better view of Tighnari’s state. Along with the sweat was a deep blush covering his face and hands, but the thing that made you stop in your tracks was his underwear. A visible bulge was evident beneath his wet, stained pants. Now you understand why he had looked so mortified when you entered the room, but now looking up at his face, his horrified look has relaxed into one of utter lust.
"Sorry… need help, please?" the way he stretched his “please” made it sound more like a whine, the sound causing your stomach to do flips.
" I-um I can get you someone to help? Someone more experienced," you rambled on, not really sure if he was suggesting you be the one to help him in that way. A part of you desperately wanted to be the one to help him, but on the other hand, you had minimal experience in this field, let alone experience with hybrids. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him grip your hand.
"Fennec foxes mate for life." You weren't sure what he wanted you to do with this information, but you waited patiently for him to elaborate.
“That's why,” he paused. “It needs to be you.” You swear your heart nearly shot out of your chest at his explanation, and god he looked so cute just looking up at you with those blown out eyes.
All you could do at that point was mutter “fuck” before positioning your knee between his legs and capturing his lips into a desperate kiss. The kiss was sloppy, but nothing less than passionate, releasing so many pent-up emotions. Knowing how much pain he was already in, you waste no time in ridding him of his boxers, wrapping your warm hand around his wet length. He moaned into your kiss as he immediately started to buck into your hand, doing the same thing he was doing to his pillow only moments earlier.
You guided him to lie down as you sat on his thighs, slightly hovering over him as you continued to make out. As much as you wanted to never leave, you parted from his lips, moving your head to between his neck and shoulder, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh. You hadn’t even noticed he came until you leant up to check on him after his whines sounded somewhat pained. Of course, any worries of him being in pain left as you take in the view of his cum solid stomach, his cock still painfully hard.
“Please, just wanna be inside you, need it.” Even if you wanted to be mean and deny him the pleasure of fucking you, you couldn't deny the need to feel him either. Taking off your pants, you sink down onto his length, humming at the pleasurable feeling of being full. On the other hand, Tighnari was barely keeping it together, head thrown back, nails gripping your hips as he let out the most erotic sounds.
Wanting to hear more of him, you wasted no time moving yourself up and down on him, hands balancing on his chest as you play with his sensitive nipples.
“Ahh! O.. Oh!... Aghh! Uughh!” He let out, drool beginning to slide down the side of his mouth. Even with the quick tempo you kept, he still thrust his hips up, as if it were insufficient. Not that you were complaining. You could feel yourself get lightheaded as he hit all the right spots inside of you.
“Haah.. Ooh god, I'm gonna cum! Pleaseplease let me cum inside! Ughhh Pleeeaase.” Of course, you couldn't deny him, especially as you were on the cusp as well. As you groaned out permission, it only took a few seconds before he was spilling himself deep inside you, your orgasm following quickly behind.
Coming to your senses, you looked down at your lover, laying there covered in sweat. You can't help but smile and he lays there, eyes closed, with a dopey smile on his face.
#𖦹 sub!char#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#sub genshin#sub genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#tighnari x reader#tighnari smut#tighnari x reader smut#tighnari x you#sub tighnari#genshin x reader smut
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THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?)
p — CHOI SOOBIN x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor, lovestruck! soobin being a little dummy. w — drinking, swearing. 1.2k words.
note — heavily based on the manhwa “daybreaking romance" (soob as dong saebyeok ifykyk 😩). won second place in the poll (wdym we've been dating for 2 months??) so here u go!
the last thing soobin remembers after blacking out last night is the look in your eyes that nearly pulls him back into sobriety.
nearly, because he still wakes up on his living room rug the next morning, a burn on his cheek, without the recall how the fuck he got home, without a hint of what happened in between the blurry moments of now and seeing you outside the bar last night. the icy breeze still feels raw on his skin. the conflict in your eyes as his consciousness slips is still vivid in his memory.
choi soobin has become one with the rug, unable to lift his head up in shame and horror, until he remembers he still has an afternoon class to attend and the possibility of having made a fool out of himself in front of his ongoing, unrequited first love while he was drunk off his rockers isn’t a viable excuse for an absence.
“did you get home safe last night?”
the scribbles in his head become even more tangled up when you greet him in the classroom with a pleasant smile. “i think my head is gonna split open,” you say, taking the seat next to him, and soobin is looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “what’s up?”
“why...why are you here…?” is his chosen question, not did i do something stupid last night? nor will you forgive me for blacking out in front of you last night?
you reply by cocking your head. “am not allowed to sit here?”
“of— of course you are.” shit, you’re too cute, soobin thinks to himself all in the midst of racking his brain as to what the fuck did he do last night, and why the fuck did you decide to sit next to him when prior to last night, you two have only been close enough to exchange greetings in the hallways, return smiles during unexpected meetups at the campus cafe, and text each other when you’re assigned group work.
“so, where do you want to eat?”
“huh?” he blinks at you.
“what?” you look up at him after fixing your things, ready to leave the lecture room. “how about hangover soup? that sounds good, doesn’t it?”
choi soobin believes that there are still remnants of last night’s insobriety in his system because the back of your head looks fuzzy as you tug on his sleeve down the hallway, the voice you’re speaking with sounds far away and before he knows it, you’re having lunch with him. watching a movie with him. riding the bus with him. taking photos with him. doing assignments with him for the next thirty days with the haunting unsettlement that the key to your sudden friendliness might have been lost along with his memories that night.
“maybe they feel bad for you,” yeonjun pitches after soobin finally confides about his overdue dilemma. “you know, you can get pretty emotional when you’re wasted. maybe you cried in front of them and they think it’s their fault so they’re trying to console you. why don’t you just come clean and admit you can’t remember?”
like a punch to the jaw, a memory flashes through a film reel— a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. and your face blurred by cloudy tears and unmistakable sniffles from his own person.
“oh my god.”
if being pathetic was a crime, choi soobin would’ve been locked up in jail ages ago.
the thing is, coming clean was soobin’s plan before everything spiraled into daily lunch meet-ups and nightly texts. at some point, he lost the timing to come clean and apologize, but you’re asking him if he’s free this weekend because you got for lotte world, so maybe you don’t find him annoying for pathetically crying his eyes put in front of you, right?
then again, maybe yeonjun was right. maybe you’re only doing all of this to make him feel better. but consolation usually doesn’t last for a month and a half (and his heart shouldn’t be fluttering when he watches you scream in delight, arms tossed in the air as you swing back and forth on the viking ride. soobin knows he’s a piece of shit for not having apologized yet. but you look so pretty smiling at him so often, so dazzling when you laugh at something he says, so breathtaking when you’re doing absolutely nothing that he’s tempted to live in eternal ignorance if it means loving you a little closer).
“soobin.”
your voice hits like a reality check, two months since his drunken mistake. “i know you’ve been meaning to tell me something. you can just say it.”
and just like that, the dream he’s been living in is bound to dissolve into reality one day. his saliva feels like gasoline when he tries to swallow down the guilt, but it only bursts into flames and swallows him like an inevitable forest fire. “nevermind,” you sigh. “i know what you’re going to say anyway.”
soobin is so used to your daily smiles that his heart wrenches when you reveal somberness for the first time.
“you want to break up, right?”
but when the fire burns out, what remains are ashes of confusion.
“what?”
“it feels like nothing has changed before and after we started dating. you won’t even let me hold your hand! i’m sorry for not meeting your expectations. you don’t have to keep forcing yourself to be with me.”
“h—huh?” soobin blinks. “when— when did we start dating?”
you’re looking at him like he’s insane. “soobin, i confessed to you two months ago.”
then it hits him.
“don’t you remember?”
like sudden rainfall in the middle of summer.
a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. you’re there in front of him, so pretty and lovely and cute and your words fly above his head because, “you’re so pretty. you’re always so pretty. why are you so pretty?” and his knees start shaking when your laughter bursts carbonated bubbles in the air, putting his drunken rambles to a halt.
“soobin do you like me? because i like you. i don’t think i can settle with just hello’s and greetings. i just like you a lot,” your words settle in his ears, slowly, surely. “what about you?”
suddenly, his cheeks are wet.
“oh no— i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—”
“i like you so much i could cry right now.” he already is. he’s crying as much as he likes you. he’s crying out the feelings he’s been collecting for the past year and in the form of plump tears rolling down his blushing face and shaking hands holding onto yours so gently and earnestly because he’s afraid if he holds you too tight, you might disappear into thin air.
but it’s his memories that disappeared. choi soobin wants to tear his face off but even that wouldn’t be enough of a repentance.
“you can punch me if you want.”
he’s so in love with you that he remembers the color of the shirt you wore on his birthday last year, but he forgot the most important moment of all his twenty-two years of existence. the shirt was purple, like his arm after you took on his offer for violent retribution. it’s alright because he deserved it. it’s alright because you kissed right after.
THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?)
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#choi soobin x reader#soobin x reader#tomorrow x together x reader#txt x reader#choi soobin scenarios#soobin scenarios#txt scenarios#choi soobin fluff#soobin fluff
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The brothers playing Mario Party
Notes: I am back home and got some fresh and nice headcanons!❤
Gender: neutral
Warnings: heavy language
Lucifer
It takes a looooot of convincing and bribing to get him to play that with you
He has no favorite character. Just press of shuffle and get it over with
After a couple of mini games he becomes slightly competitive. The ones that require a good memory or anything with math or numbers are totally his thing
Whenever he wins those games and you glance over in a stealthy way you can see him shake his fist in victory. Don't let him catch you though otherwise he will be moody and broody throughout the entire game to proof that he in fact does not enjoy it (he does)
At one point he is extremely close to the last star like it's right infront of him, but a computer snatches away, because they threw a higher number. And that's its for him. There is no way he will pick up the game ever again
"This game is an insult and I shall not tolerate such disrespect. Why should I waste my precious time with something that is purely based on luck and no skill at all?"
Then watch him win due to the bonus stars and all of a sudden it was all skill, baby
Mammon
No one stands a chance against him when it comes to the coin mini games and he's also either on first or second place with the others just to get more money
The only problem is that he spends it all on items by the time he reaches a star
"What do ya mean I can't buy it?! Give me the star dammit!"
And then when he actually can buy a star he either switches positions with another character or gets teleported onto the complete other side of the map
I feel like he would choose Waluigi as a character and you give him a weird look for that
"What? He has long arms! I gotta swoop away the money somehow!"
Everytime he wins a mini-game or it's his turn he imitates Waluigi
Leviathan
He's a Mario Party god
You and the brothers have to unite to genuinely have a chance of winning the game and Levi doesn't know how to feel about it. On one hand he's offended that everyone is ganging up on him, but on the other it rubs his ego the right way
But he's the worst when it comes to explaining the controls to the others. Levi is the type to just throw you into it and give you half-explanations during the most heated moments
"How do I jump?"
"With the button!"
"What button?!"
"Don't worry, you died anyways."
"YOU FUCKING ASS WIPE, NEXT TIME ANSWER MY GODDAMN QUESTION-"
If anyone steals Yoshi away from him he will cry
And if you choose Mario he will make fun of you
Satan
It brings out the worst in him. Just leave him alone and nothing will happen to you
Mammon once made the mistake to steal a star from him and Levi had to buy a new controller the same day
The way he gangs up on Lucifer. Even when the first-born isn't on the first or second place he will always choose him to either steal from or play a 1v1 game
"You do realize that you gain nothing by bullying me, right?"
"Wrong. I gain everything I could ever ask for."
He's pretty bad in the mini-games that require a lot of button mashing or evading objects or where you have to stay on a platform for as long as possible
What usually happens with the latter is that he accidently runs off it the moment the game starts
If someone wrongs him once he will make sure that the person does not win no matter what it costs
Daisy is his go-to character honestly. She seems so feisty in his eyes
Asmodeus
He's surprisingly great at the game! His reflexes and precision almost match Levi's in many mini games
But Asmo is always the last one who wants to move on from the training
"Come on, Asmo! It's been forever!"
"Don't stress me!"
The amount of swearing this man does during the game comes to such a surprise for you all. Especially when he's super into a mini game or something like that
Like that one time when Lucifer stole something away from right under Asmo's nose
"You fucking bitch."
The first-born was too stun locked by that otherwise he would have let hellfire rain down on his brother
Asmo immediately fell in love with Peach and Toadette and he takes turn in playing with them depending which Mario Party you guys are playing
Beelzebub
The only one who's here for the fun bonding time with his family. He loves seeing everyone sit together and playing something even if they're all murdering each other over it
Just like Asmo he's doing fairly good with the difference that Beel's luck is unmatched. No one knows how or why, but he somehow always lands on the best spots on the map
When he's the last one standing during team games he gets so stressed out that he becomes like Satan and just walks off the map or something
"You got this, Beel."
No, he doesn't. Why are you making him so nervous?
Someone always has to take over his controller when it comes to button mashing games. There are way too many controllers that got broken by him, because he pressed too hard
He likes playing as Toad or Donkey Kong
Belphegor
Unhinged
One thing about him is that he doesn't play to win. He plays to fuck with everyone. There is no sense or strategy. Only fuckery
Depending on who is on his team during these type of games he will sabotage it on purpose and is all in all backstabbing everyone left and right
He's very dedicated on bullying either Lucifer or Mammon, but Asmo also isn't safe. It's just so funny to hear him screech and curse like a sailor
The bullying is balanced and fair though, but he sometimes does pick out a specific victim like if Levi wins too many rounds then he will decide to make his life miserable for the next couple ones
He chooses Yoshi from time to time to make Levi cry. Other than that he thinks that Birdo looks cool, but he usually goes for villainous looking characters to really bring up the spirit
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Masterlist
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me brothers#obey me luci#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor
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And it’s all over — Park Jongseong
Genre: angst no comfort, drabble, breakup wc: 598 warnings: cheating, crying, pet names (babe, love, honey) pairing: bf!jay x gn!reader
Quick note: Jay is cheating on reader with a female and I know this man would never do this.
Event Masterlist , part two
You paced around the room waiting for him to arrive home. God, you were so nervous, your hands were sweating. You were thinking until you heard the car lock outside. Anxiety filling up your body. You head to the door and open the door for him. Wasting no time, you speak up.
“We need to talk..” your voice came out more like a whisper instead of a firm and serious one.
“About what..?” Jay asked, looking confused while taking off his shoes and setting his stuff down onto the table nearby. “About us..” you said softly, way too nervous. “Okay..?” He replied, walking away, and sitting down on the couch. Deep inside he was nervous too, but didn’t want to show it.
Lately your relationship hasn’t been the best as you both haven’t had the time for each other, and not only that, things weren’t the same as before. Like how affectionate you both used to be. That includes cuddling, hugging. You missed those feelings of his hugs. But that’s until recently you found out you wished you never did.
“So. I wanted to ask how you feel about this. Our relationship.” You asked him. Not looking up. “Why would you ask such a question..yn..of course I’m happy.”
“Well you don’t seem like it. Always barely having time for me. Your job never got in the way and all of sudden it is?” You spattered out. “Yn..look my work has gotten me a lot more stressed..”
“Yn..you never called me yn. It’s always babe, love, or honey! I swear don’t lie to me Jay, because it’s way too late..” you said trying to hold your tears in. “Lie about what..?” He asked, confused.
“Jay you know, I know there’s someone else, making you way happier than I am. Replacing me. Like I never even existed..!” Shouting. Tears streaming down your face. “And you only stayed out of pity! Why? What does this other woman have that I don’t. You weren’t like this when we started dating! Ha..I was so dumb enough to think you were the one. The one I was going to marry, grow old with. Guess not anymore..” you rante, losing your mind. “Babe..” he tried to explain. “Don’t call me that ever again..” the atmosphere was gloomy. Awkward silence filled the room. Jay didn’t know what to say. Loss for words. He couldn’t say anything; he never wanted you to feel like that. “Did you ever mean anything you said..?” Your question pulled him out of his mind. “Huh- umm..” he couldn’t answer the question. “I did. Promise” he stated. You obviously didn’t believe it.
“I never thought the one person. I loved so dearly, would ever do this, but he did..” you let your tears fall, not trying to hide the fact you’re crying. “Jay..this the last time..I’m going to say this…”
“I love you..” silence filled the room shortly after. You stand there looking at him. Red eyes and puffy face. Oh how Jay wanted to pull you into a hug, comfort you. But he knew that he could no longer, after the mistake he made, there was no going back. Going back to his first love, into the warmth. Guilt is the only thing that he feels.
You chuckled before heading towards the front door. Stopping right in front of it.
“My sister will come by tomorrow to pick my stuff up..goodbye” you said walking out not looking back.
And just like that it was over. And there was no way to fix it.
Author’s note: DONT HATE ME I WANTED TO WRITE ANGST AND THIS MY FIRST TIME!! I know Jay would NEVA do this to anyone he is too good to be like this . I hate this and it’s fucking shitty umm yeah.
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what is up froods
lol i keep forgetting to like. actually write updates in my personal journal. i'm using this tumblr too much like a tumblr.
i went down a rabbit hole the other night in that i just opened my own archives and went back to 2013 and then realized i started this in 2011. i didn't say a lot, back then i definitely was still using my LJ for Big Personal Updates and Tumblr was exclusively for snappy shitposts, and then I abandoned the LJ and only blogged in snappy shitposts for a while, and I did some vagueblogging that I genuinely have no idea what it was about, and that's fun.
But there's some. Boy there's some real fossils in there. God everything stays the same but everything happens so much.
I know I've backed up this blog but IDK how much you can make it make sense, offline. Anyway. That's how it goes. I'm not in any kind of existential panic about the site I'm just reacting to the zeigeist here, it made me think of old times.
I go back to the farm in a couple of weeks-- just for a couple of weeks, but the Season is Starting. My physical therapist keeps giving me more exercises. She's right, my core strength is wretched, but when I said I'd tried to do crunches now and then, tried to stay a tiny bit fit but-- she was like omg no you can't do crunches, with that hip cartilage as it is, so I felt a little better. So she's teaching me what I *can* do, and the important thing is that she's like you cannot do this more than every other day or three times a week, you cannot rush this kind of thing, and it's wonderful advice contrary to all the other advice I've ever had in my life which was like every moment you're not doing more work you're being a lazy shit. So, that's nice. I'll cut because nothing else here is going to be interesting.
I'm not the youngest person at physical therapy but there's a lot of old people there. I haven't been masking, I've been being lazy and just using xylitol nose spray before I go, and it's been fine, but I know that's just luck. (I see no one but Dude, who sees almost no one but me, so the consequences of fucking up would be minor.) with a trip to the farm coming up, I'm going to go back to masking, at least in the lead-up to the trip-- because last time I had COVID I had almost no symptoms, and nowadays apparently the rapid tests aren't super useful. The way I'm coping is, I know, a logical fallacy-- since COVID wasn't bad the one time I had it, I'm just telling myself I'm resistant naturally and it won't hurt me, and I know this is not the truth at all but it helps me cope-- but I cannot stand the thought of spreading it to someone who would be more hurt by it, so I have convinced myself not to fear catching it but to fear spreading it. I figure it's effectively the same and lets me not just be fucking terrified all the time.
I also discovered that a former employee of the farm who's out here going to college is interested in carpooling, and we've already got a tentative date for him to ride back with me on my way back from the farm at the end of March, and this has lightened my spirits a great deal. It's such a long drive and it feels like such a waste of gas, and he does have a car but it's not actually that safe to drive on the Thruway. (He swears up and down it's perfectly safe but just not at sustained speeds over 60. I was like omg kid do NOT, I will drive, my car is brand fkn new. He's taking the train home and will ride back with me.)
Let's see. Oh I don't think I've kept up with posting about the kitchen painting. It's down to the last tiny fiddly details, and what I've got to do is do a half-stencil in the corner above the door, and I did one half yesterday and will finish the rest today. I had to custom cut out a copy of part of the stencil to make it work, and it's sort of janky and I am going to have to hand-paint it with a lot of masking tape, but it's such a small area that like, why not, I can be that fussy. It's fine.
Once I finish that, which if I do part in the morning and part in the afternoon I can do today, then I can FINALLY CLEAN UP AND PUT AWAY all the painting detritus. I can't tell you how excited I am to do that.
I've also been doing fabric dyeing, finally. I collected several of the muslin garments I'd finished and meant to do something with, and got out my dyes. I did a batch of ice dye solely because I forgot which ones I'd intended to use for that; now I have a pair of slightly ill-fitting homemade leggings that look like a clown threw up on them, and a cheerful sweatshirt to match. i then used the runoff to dye the cream-colored canvas work smock-- I sort of tie-dyed it because I pasted up a little bit of two of the component colors and poured that on a couple areas that I then rubberbanded, because I wanted tie-dye but did not want any white areas left. So it's a blue/purple/red smock now, and the rainbow stitching I constructed it with was polyester so it's still rainbow, huzzah. Subtle and understated and also I can smear it with filth and maybe it will still look intentional.
[image description: a canvas work smock with big pockets, hanging to dry, mostly a mucky dark purple but with some brighter splotches of red and dark blue, and some bits of paler purple.]
[image description: assorted garments draped over drying racks in a sunporch, in blotchy shades of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kind of run together but not murky.]
And then I did another batch of ice dye, this time with the dyes I had bought that are supposed to work well for this because they split. That dress is still in the wash so I don't have pictures of how it turned out, but mostly it just looks splotchy green. LOL oh well. The point was, I made all these test garments in undyed fabric, but I don't have a lifestyle where I can wear a white dress, so now I have some non-white dresses I don't have to be precious about. Some of them I should now probably hem and like actually finish..........
I have one dress and one shirt left, and a pair of light-wash jeans I don't like wearing, and I'm thinking about trying like. Ombre or something. We'll see if I get around to that.
My sewing area is still a fuckin disaster and I don't want to think about it. But I'm cutting out a vest from scrap denim, I want a quilted abrasion-resistant washable work vest for farm work next week and I gotta get a move on. All I need now is to cut out the batting and get to it. So hopefully today.
I took photos, I might try writing up how-tos on the dyeing and on the repurposed denim stuff, but I also might not. If I was doing this again I would probably not bother with the ice, for the rainbow one. We'll see once the properly ice dyed dress comes out of this wash, I can hear the washer spinning but I'm trapped under Chita at the moment.
I missed this week's fic update because I'm progressing so slowly on both current active WIPs. I have a bunch written ahead in both, but each one has the back half of the current chapter just held up waiting for me to write them; I've overcome the structural decisions that delayed me, but I have to just sit and write them. And both of them are complicated scenes I've been waiting to write a long time, so I'm looking forward to writing them, and so like, paradoxically, can't make myself do it. Because once I've done it I'll have done it, see... anyway. Silly but there it is. I'll get through it once I decide I deserve that treat. I know! I know.
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It went right over my head when I read it before but it’s wild to think you were an IC fan before 🤯
Some of the awful years.
Y’all will flip at this, but here were my thoughts on the Acotar cast when I was fresh in the fandom.
Rhysand- Liked him, didn’t feel as bad for him as others did but I knocked that down to me just straight up not being attracted to him. I started hating him in Acosf tho. I hadn’t read Acosaf because I thought it a waste of time. But if I had seen those scenes before Silver flames then I would’ve probably hated him sooner.
Feyre- I thought she was really fucking annoying. Especially in her scenes with Nesta. Not much can be said for her because Feyre was more of a device to see through. But I would be the last to advocate for her. Obviously that has changed drastically.
Morrigan- Liar. First thing that comes to mind. She seemed like a white girl who peaked in highschool so I just didn’t like her.
Amren- She was my favourite character second to Nesta. Solely for the reason we now had a morally grey character that actually acted like an unapologetically bad person when she wanted to. This has severely changed. Also literally two lines into her introduction I was screaming Valg King. Amren is a Valg King no one can change my mind. That part hasn’t changed.
Cassian- I was a die hard Cassian fan. I loved this man. I swear to God I would have gone to war for him. I was also die hard nessian. Obviously that has also changed, for the better in my opinion.
Azriel- I cannot physically express how much I hated Azriel. He was quite literally my least favourite character, I wanted him dead. I was hoping every single page that he would be killed off. He was there for vibes and vibes only. Since Azris I am a changed man, but sometimes I just can’t stand him.
Nesta- My Queen. My Lady. My wife. My mirror. She made me feel seen and heard. I love this woman and I always will.
Elain- No opinions on her. I figured pretty quickly she would be a bigger factor later on but I had no opinions on her. I am very pro Elain now, but in canon I just don’t really trust SJM with her. Which is also why my only solid ship with her is Gywnlain. I am very anti Elriel, always was.
Lucien- My heart and soul. I was obsessed with this man. I wanted to wrap him up and hold him close. Still do.
Eris- I didn’t understand the hype in Acowar but come silver flames and I was diving deep into this man. Trying to undo every cryptic word. I developed a very deep love for him. One that has only grown.
Tamlin- Felt sorry for him, but overall I had no strong opinions. I really wanted Acotar back. In the first book I would have probably given up a kidney for him, then it went down slowly. In Acowar however I was defending this man left and right. By Acosf I wanted more Tamlin.
Then I started to deep dive into the characters and their arcs. This was before I joined Tumblr. And the more I read the more convinced I was that in the next book the IC was going to have a falling out because their dynamics made no sense to me. They looked like they were slowly breaking, and Rhysand was very shortly put on my anti list.
But I never made a big fuss about my thoughts because if I did I got attacked really fuckin quickly.
Then I joined Tumblr and found a great community where I could hate and be supported.
Love you guys to death. Thanks to all of you I get to be in my Pro Tamlin, anti IC world and I am so glad I get to be here.
Edit- I was also extremely closeted when I first read Acotar and that definitely had its affect on my opinions on some of the characters.
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I won't hurt you : Dick Grayson x f!reader
Warning: well, this gif was not chosen by accident, duh, SMUT, insecurities, MINORS DNI!
Being intimate with someone was always hard to imagine for me. Ok, I may have been deeply in love with Dick Grayson but the thought of him making love to me was just too much. I mean, he was the Nightwing. Flawlessly looking, perfectly sculptured, all muscles and trained and toned figure. Me? Not so much. Most of the times when I looked inn the mirror it was like a prick of conscience that I’m not doing more to look better. That my body was far from good looking. All those imperfections, insecurities and my internal critic screaming at me that I don’t deserve him. I might have been a good person inside but my outside was making me feel terrible. Not to mention that one too many times I’ve heard (and that coming from the people who were my closest family, apparently) that I was fat and waste of space. I used to shrug it off casually not letting anyone show how much it hurt, but the truth was that it did. One of the worst feeling ever – trusting someone enough to show that vulnerable side that was later on used against you, just to cause pain and make you feel this sharp pain inside. So, with such experiences it was always hard for me to let people in. Both emotionally and especially physically.
I knew Dick loved me, I did. But knowing was something far different from letting him see me whole. All that parts I hated, which pretty much was all of them. What if he gets disgusted? What if he change the way he see me? God! All those thoughts were just spinning inside my mind. It was harder than I expected.
So when the time came, after a lot of convincing it was time for us to get intimate.
“YN” he said lightly stepping forward and pulling me close.
I couldn’t even look him straight into the eyes, my heart beating so loud I couldn’t breathe properly. My eyes were everywhere but on him.
“Baby, look at me” he spoke softly but I just shook my head, clenching my fist unwillingly and closing eyes. That was when I felt his lips on my forehead, his hands starting to caress my back softly, slowly, trying his best to help me relax in his arms. But the more he tried to give me comfort and support the more I started to shake and quiver. “I am not going to hurt you” he whispered, his mouth now hovering over mine, mere centimeters apart and that finally made me open my eyes and look at him. There were just pure love and concern and softness on his face, quite a rare view, given his alter ego and night works. “I love you” he added.
“I know” I gasped and much to my embarrassment started crying. “I’m sorry….” I panted trying my best to stop the tears from falling “I just…. I don’t think I know how to be loved …..” I clenched my fist even more since that was what I used to do to keep myself strong.
“Don’t” he took my hands in his making me unclench them, preventing me from hurting the palms with the fingernails. Holding me close to his chest to the point where I was hiding my face in his shirt making it wet but he just didn’t care, stroking my hair gently. “It’s ok. Everything is all right. We can wait. I can wait. I won’t push you to do anything, I swear.”
Why was it so hard? I felt so safe in his embrace like he was the one who could shield me from the entire world, protect me from whatever danger might be coming so why couldn’t I let my guards down and just let him love me?! What was wrong with me?! Any other girl at my place would just jump into his arms without hesitation. Any other girl would fall straight to her knees in front of him. Fuck, there were a line of them, waiting to get into his bed. And I was just a freaking out because he was about to love me.
“Dick, I am so sorry.” I repeated “It’s not ok, not at all. You are so good to me and I’m just…..I don’t know. You can have any girl you want and I’m…..
“Stop it. I don’t want any other girl I just want you. you hear me? Only you.” he grabbed my chin and made me look at him, opening his mouth to say something more but seeing the look in his eyes I just decided to stop thinking. Before he could say anything I leaned into him, connecting our lips. This kiss was sloppy and shy. At first. Of course it was not the first time we were making out but this was different, knowing where we were heading. Acting so out of character I gave up the control leaving the driving to him and he was more than willing to take the wheel as he started to deepen the kiss making it more heated, more passionate and faster. Almost like he wanted to take all the bad thoughts and fears rooted so deep inside me. Before I realized what was happening he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips making me feel how hard he already was and I squeaked with both surprise and sudden fright. This was really happening.
“Is everything ok?” He pulled back immediately eyeing me with so much care.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t make me think” I pulled him back to me by his neck and connected our lips again. I had no idea what I was doing but one think I was sure that the second I let my thinking consume me again my mental barrier will reappear as well. The only way was to take a leap of faith. Good thing Dick was more experienced on the field. He knew exactly what and how to do.
“I won’t.” he gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, gently sucking on the skin, sending shivers down my spine. “I will make you feel good. I promise.” Oh, he already was, slowly walking backwards towards the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around him, so I was hanging onto him like a koala. When we reached the edge of the bed he sat down with me on his lap, his nimble fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. “May I?” he murmured against my skin and almost hypnotized by all his actions I nodded letting him expose me. “You are perfect” he repeated as more and more skin were showing. Next, still kissing me, he took my hands in his guiding them to unbutton his shirt and slowly, oh so slowly slid it down his strong toned arms, leaving his perfect abs exposed. I was now so hot, pretty sure I was blushing like crazy “You are so perfect” he said once again, lips on mine, as my hands on their own volition started wondering around his chest and neck, feeling his pulse rising. “I want you YN. Will you let me love you like you deserve? Please, be mine…..” Dick leaned his forehead on mine and I nodded again. “I need you to say it out loud……”
“Yes. Just please don’t …..”
“I won’t hurt you. Just say a word and I stop. It’s ok, it’s all ok….” He gently laid me down, not breaking the kiss, his hands moving down my sides, settling on my waist and I shuddered again feeling the warmth coming from his body.
“Dick…..” I moaned, being so embarrassed with myself, he did barely anything and I was already a mess.
“I am here. I love you. Everything is all right. You are so perfect, so good…. We don’t have to rush. Just tell me what you want…..” he whispered, being as vocal as usual, just way more horny.
“You. I want you, Dick. I love you too….. ” I was still so scared, but slowly with every touch of his hands and lips he was making it go away. “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic….” I covered my face with hands. A whiny and needy girl was surely nothing he wanted.
“You are wonderful” he grabbed my hands making me look straight at him. “don’t hide from me. I love seeing you coming apart already. All mine, all for me.” His eyes darkened with lust and I felt my insides clenching for him and my pussy throbbing and out of instinct I hooked my arms around his neck pulling him closer. At the time his hands slid around my back unclasping my bra and slowly massaging my bare breast making me moan into the kiss as he smiled.
“God. I’m so crazy for you” his lips replaced hands as he sucked on my nipples sending another wave of pleasure all over me. I arched my back turning into pure want and need.
“Dick….” I moaned feeling him playing with the zipper of my pants “don’t tease…..”
“Are you sure?” how was it possible for him to stay so in control while I was just overwhelmed with the sensations he was giving me.
“Yes, please.” I gasped as he slid the pants and underwear alongside my legs and pressing our bodies even closer together, skin to skin. “Fuck!” now I felt his hardness against my bare femininity. All but him forgotten, feeling nothing but his body against mine, his hands and lips on every inch of me. Brain off. Mental shutdown. All of a sudden everything seemed so natural, so beautiful. He was here, he wanted me, he didn’t think I was flawed or broken. And I wanted him too. All of him. Despite that little alarm that went on in my head as the unbuttoned his own jeans and his cock sprung out hard, swollen and ready, I pushed my thoughts away.
“Focus on me.” He breathed out, hovering over me, intertwining our fingers, completely overwhelmed by hunger of me “are you ready, baby?”
“Yes. Please. Make me yours. Just…. go slow.”
He smirked and complying with my request carefully started to enter me. It was only the tip of his member but as he was stretching me and pushing against my hymen I squirmed beneath him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, so mindful of my own mental state
“Good. Weird, but so, so good.”
“Do you need some time to….”
“No. No” I shook my head “give me more, please, please….”
He smiled like crazy and pushed some more. I felt the resistance coming from my body, unwilling to let him inside and dug my nails into his shoulders making him stop at the spot.
“You good, babe?”
“Yes. Yes, I just need a second” I slightly moved my hips to adjust “now, you can move and …. Ah!” as he pushed past my cherry this new feeling just consumed me whole making me arch my back, and throw my head further into the pillows.
“Let me in.” he muttered lips ghosting over mine, bodies pressed together and at this point I had no idea where I ended and he begun. “That’s it, babe. You feel so good. You are all mine. All mine….” He was repeating this word like a broken record, but it was just so hot and emotional I was just melting completely.
Due to my surprise within seconds he was just all in and went still, silently asking me for permission to move and as I granted it, started rocking his hips, at first carefully, gently but slowly picking up the pace, holding me so, so close to his, our bodies becoming one.
“Dick,….” I moaned “don’t…. stop….. feels so good.….. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…..” my words were now an incoherent blabbing, I wasn’t able to form proper sentence.
“Good, babe. Let it go. Cum for me…. I want to see you fall apart for me. Only for me….” He was desperately chasing his own high, but we both knew he wouldn’t let himself finish before me. “I love you so fucking much, my girl, my baby….”
I don’t know if it was the words or just one final snap of his hips but soon I felt my own orgasm overwhelm me, sending me over the edge, as Dick walked me right through it. It was exhilarating, knowing he was the one to make me feel this way, that he was the one to be next to me during this first time. He soon followed me with his own high gasping and panting in pleasure.
“Shit, babe. You feel so good, so perfect….” He finished and crashed me with his body falling down. He was heavy but at the same time I felt complete with his bodyweight on mine, my hands immediately embracing him as I needed something to hold on to and to ground myself. After a while however I was not able to breathe anymore and gently tapped his shoulder urging him to move up.
“I love having you like this bird boy, but you need to move. You are hurting me now…” I whispered playing with his chiseled hair and the word “hurt” made him start up.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me, I got so lost in you….” he turned onto the side eyes fixed on mine with so much love, care and affection as he intertwined our fingers..
“ Don’t be sorry, Dick. You just gave me something I never thought possible. You walked right past my inhibitions. Thank you.” I smiled at him, exhausted but happy.
“I’m glad. “ he muttered pulling me in, my head resting on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat “I told you I won’t hurt you. I love you so much YN.”
“I love you too, boy wonder” I mumbled, slowly drifting off from all the overwhelm.
“Get some rest. I will be right here when you wake up, not going anywhere…..”
“What about the crime that doesn’t sleep?” I chuckled on the verge of sleep.
“Jason and the rest will take care of it tonight. I just need, no want to have you in my arms. I’m not leaving.
And that was a promise he kept, making me feel safe, loved, wanted and satisfied. Glad that my first time was with him.
@pinksirensong - I;m sorry I;m putting you through this......
btw I've just realised I forgot to tag you in a cuple of my latest updates <sorrry>
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Shanks had to do some shady shit with big mom and she invited them for a tea party or something. She must have been craving chocolate or something because everything was chocolate mean chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate fudge brownies anything and everything was chocolate including silverware and even the cups or chocolate.
She notices him not eating anything or at least picking at it and confronts him. Yasopp admits he doesn't like chocolate never had a taste for it and thinks it's gross. She insist that he tries it because you've never tried chocolate made like her (insert kid here. maybe pudding's chocolate idk). They make the best chocolate, he tastes it and is immediately disgusted. He tries to lie and say that he likes it but then gets caught spitting it out in a napkin offending the fuck big mom.
After some back and forth and some threats shanks tried to come everything down by trying to make a compromise that instead of chocolate he gets caramel. Unfortunately the answer was NO!! if she wanted everyone to have caramel she would have served caramel He's going to eat the fucking chocolate or everyone is getting killed (which sucks because roux was having the time of his life eating a chocolate table) those are his only options. So yeah, in short this grown man was force fed chocolate. They were later chased off the island when he ended up puking behind a bush (that bush might have been sentient💀). He's hated it ever since just looking at chocolate makes him sick and also angry. The red hair pirates and Big Mom are now enemies because yasopp didn't like her chocolate that's one of the biggest offense there is to big mom
Another story is that during usopp's first birthday on the ship Sanji made him a dark chocolate lava cake with powdered sugar and vanilla ice cream with hot fudge on top. He ate it anyway and said nothing about not liking chocolate. Sanji found out of his distaste for chocolate when usopp backed away from him, Nami and Luffy. All three of them still smelled like chocolate when they made it to wano.
Sanji still thinks about that one birthday at night and it just eats them up inside. Like why didn't he say anything? He could have made him something different If he didn't like chocolate. why did he eat it it's not like it would have gone to waste with that human vacuum we call a captain on board. Why did he do that? He did that just for me??? why??? it was his day! He shouldn't have been forced to do that!!! . Did I force him??? FUCK! Did he feel pressured to eat it? Am I a bad boyfriend? Am I a terrible person?? Oh my god I'm just like my father!! /You go ok babe?/ Yeah I'm fine just thinking about...........cake/.....................ok... enjoy your cake thoughts
I now desperately need that Red Hair Pirates vs Big Mom thing canon because I swear it'd be the most hilarious thing-- 100% that happened.
And also- Sanji, darling, have you considered your boyfriend ate the cake because he loves you? Sometimes... Sometimes people do things out of love... He's having a whole crisis and Usopp doesn't even know why-
#this is so funny ksjdbwjkefb#fun fact i don't really like chocolate either?#i mean i do like chocolate just not dark chocolate#one piece#red haired shanks#yasopp#big mom#red hair pirates#black leg sanji#usopp#sanuso
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'Half Past Five'
Pairing: Nanami Kento/F!Reader
Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen
Warnings/tags: Smut!! Explicit, creampie, dirty talk, face fcking, office setting/romance/sex, hair pulling, swearing, reader wears a skirt and heels, there aren't pronouns but reader is implied to be female, not proofread
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There's nothing more that Nanami despises in this world than overtime. Ever since you replaced him in the leading position for a popular global marketing company, it's like you've been on a power trip ever since.
He missed the deadline to one assignment for numbers and products. One. And he gets demoted, resulting in him being your assistant. A few weeks ago, it was the other way around. Though, it annoyed the hell out of you since you were often talked over in meetings, despite not even being a quiet person. You were confident and pretty outspoken. But hey, why not just listen to the men? Why not just listen to the men who have been here half as long as you, and half the experience?
'Fuck-'
"You think everything is about you!"
'Was that so hard?'
"Then why am I the only one here who gets assigned work that cannot get finished before 5 o'clock?"
'I asked you a question.'
Were you doing it on purpose? The world may never know. It wasn't all about him, per se, but he did have an issue keeping to himself no matter who it was. You two were more than just coworkers, but not super close, you know? So, why would he feel obligated to speak up for you when you were his assistant?
I mean, come on. Look at him. Tall, blonde, sleeper built Nanami fucking Kento. It drove you nuts when you stood next to him while he presented in meetings. Seeing the way his muscles flexed in that damn blue dress shirt. The dominance that oozed from his being whenever he answered questions without hesitation. The few compliments he gave you that replayed in your head like a broken record.
It wasn't fair. Truly. All it took was one fuck up on his end to replace him and have the tables turned.
But how much did that really mean if...
"You're humping my leg like a dog? Hm? You like it when I pull your hair and make you beg? I thought you were in charge?"
You are in charge...
You were in charge...
Let's look at the facts. You're great at what you do. You have the qualifications of a leader and someone who understands what the hell those numbers and lines mean on the computer.
"Please.."
You thought you were in charge? You give a bunch of work to the only man you know who hates overtime with his entire being. The only man you know you'd let fuck you on your new desk. The only man you know silently gets off to the fact that his own superior is writhing in his lap after being fed up with the stupid amount of work you gave him.
And the funny thing is, he got it all done. Everything was on time. So, why are we here?
It's half past five. You needed him to swing by for a bi-weekly progress report on work performance and running the numbers to make sure they match the sales in the past month.
"You're lying." he said, standing three feet from your desk, and his tone stern, but you swear you could hear a faint smirk somewhere in there.
"And why would I be lying about that? You're supposed to run the numbers by whoever is in charge of this department every two weeks. Did you forget?"
The attitude in your voice almost made him laugh. This stoic, straightforward man who rarely speaks, laugh.
"What's that folder on your desk?" he asked, pointing to the folder that indeed had all the numbers and performance reports. Complete and ready to filed.
He caught you.
God damn it, he fucking caught you. Tell us, why did you call him in here after work hours? To chew him out? To waste his time? To tell him-
"You were right! God damn it, Kento-"
It's like it was all a blur. You stood up to get in his face and tell him off, he just stared at you and said nothing, you get even more pissed. Not even paying attention to how close he got, even pulling you towards him from the small of your back and nodding slowly. Listening to every gripe you had about him.
You couldn't stand how he didn't acknowledge you when it mattered sometimes. You couldn't stand that it felt like you were dismissed by your peers, and he was too in his own world.
That's just how he was. He clocks in, clocks out, and goes home. A simple pattern for a simple man. He didn't think it would affect you this much. He always assumed because you were someone who spoke up for yourself, he didn't need to step in like a white knight.
So he listened attentively, took in your concerns and let you have your moment.
How the hell did we get here?
He shut you up with a kiss. It was a simple, short kiss. Quickly turning into a heated make out session laced with the past's intense emotions and feelings rising the surface. Next thing you know, both blazers are tossed onto the ground, your heels kicked off, and the pure sound of heavy breathing, muffled grunting, groaning and moaning.
You didn't call him in here about work. You called him in to-
"-fuck you on your desk? What would your boss think?" he said, crouched down since you were on your knees by this point. The grip he had on your hair still was making your brain turn smooth.
All you could do was whimper as he stood back up, your back facing the desk's drawers for balance. He directed your face towards his clothed crotch area, his belt still snug and buckled.
"Undo it." he demanded. The slight drool from your lip reflecting off the soft luminescent lights overhead the desk made his dick twitch in his pants.
Your wrists were tied together with his tie, but you think since you can still use your fingers, it shouldn't be an issue. Raising your bound wrists up towards him drew a solid few tsks from his mouth.
"With these." he purred, running his thumb over your bottom lip, exposing your teeth. He wants you to undo his belt with your teeth.
Your eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, who knew such a quiet and stoic man like Nanami Kento could be so dirty?
You did. Well, you're about to.
You did exactly as he told, adding some fake innocence to your eyes as you looked up at him, causing a low growl to rumble in his throat. You took your sweet time, successfully getting the hook from the hole that held it all together.
"Very good. Now, use your hands."
You did exactly that, unzipping his pants and pulling him free of his confines. By the gods, the horse is here!
He chuckled at the genuine surprise on your face. The man was packing a hefty seven and a half, thick and curved (to the left) clean shaven dick. It almost concerned you how the fuck it would fit inside of you.
"Open."
As if your lips weren't already parted the moment his third leg looked you in the face. The second- no, millisecond he felt the warmth of your mouth, he could die right here right now the happiest man alive. You felt so fucking good, it almost felt unnecessary to move. This was perfection; heaven.
Unbeknownst to himself, he was already fucking your face. Beads of tears at the corner of your eyes formed from the growing force from using your mouth like a fleshlight. The rest of your body ached so good in anticipation, subtly moving with your head as he kept it relatively still as he thrusted harshly, chasing a high he'd rather complete with you. Or in you, rather.
"Fuck- Stand up." He said breathlessly, shakily pulling out as you struggled to stand quickly. In which this didn't matter too much since you immediately sat on the open part of your desk as he pushed your skirt up with fervor and determination.
As you laid on your back he peered his head through your arms since your wrist were still bound, so he looked you right in the eyes and gripped one of your soft thighs as he penetrated you. You could feel him twitch inside you right after you let out one of the loudest moans he ever heard. He never knew your moans and sighs would be so- fucking-
"-pretty. You know that? You're so pretty when you pull me closer so I can fuck you harder. You like the idea of getting fucked by your former superior. It all makes sense now."
All you could do was whimper in response. Words weren't an option. You both were just about ready to blow already. The coil in the pit of your stomach was quickly unraveling, and the tears in your eyes from the immense pleasure received.
"Nanami, m'gonna...I'm gonna-"
"Do it. Cum for me."
You did exactly that. Your body bucked and trembled as your orgasm hit you in waves. Nanami came right after, shooting his warm seed inside of you, not daring to let it drip as he kept you stuffed and full like a good dinner.
He slowly pulled out, softly smiling at the sight of you holding in his cum so well, almost effortlessly as some got out. But it's okay, he still did what he's wanted to do since you became his assistant.
He untied your wrists and helped you up, using a disposable handkerchief to clean you and that part of the desk up before fixing your clothes. He stuffed himself back into his pants, leaning down to give you a kiss on your temple.
"Working overtime wasn't so bad."
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Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)
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Warnings: smut mentions, sexism, touch of homophobia, and mentions of incest (and step-cest)
Again— it’s the Targaryens, what do you expect.
(Only the older parts of the family cause… the younger ones don’t know the difference)
What we’re their relationships like as she got older?
Viserys
First off— Absolute pushover.
Shouldn’t be a surprise with how he treats Rhaenyra. Man will literally break all tradition, with the justification of “I am king”.
Jaehaera wants to wear pants instead of dresses. Done, without a second to waste. And if she did want to wear a dress, you best believe it was the best money could buy.
His darling daughter wants to study with high scholars— only the best teachers of course. Anything she wished to know or learn she’d be taught. Books would be imported from the farthest edges of Westeros. Oh— and best believe he built her a private library. He knows how she loves her privacy, how she detested the public and fuss of events. He’d catered to her every need as she grew.
Even when he didn’t necessarily agree— like with swordsmanship. Viserys would be so freaking worried at the beginning, not wanting his little girl to get hurt. But he lets her anyway.
And even though it’s “against the rules”, Jaehaera could compete in tournaments whenever she damn well please, and he was always there to watch with pride.
There was not a price in gold that would hinder her requests. If the girl has asked him for a fucking castle bigger than king’s landing, it would have been made— and he’d put every man he could to work in order for it to be done quickly. Amazons quick delivery service would have NOTHING on this man’s will.
However, she was never extreme in that fashion. The kingdom was honestly lucky that she was far more rational and conservative with money, or else they may be in poverty.
So as she got older, matured, and got around to marrying age— all suitors of all ages came in like filthy vultures. And of course, no one was ever good enough.
He thought the same for both his daughters, the only reason why he made Rhaenyra marry was in order to secure he claim to the throne— heirs. Jaehaera on the other hand…
Jaehaera at 14/15: Father I don’t wish to marry—
Viserys: GREAT ITS SETTLED THEN
Of course if she did fall in love or wish to marry, he wouldn’t be able to say no. It’s damn near impossible. I swear to god this man would actually rather die than say no to her.
Jaehaera would DEFINITELY become more of an adviser to Viserys as she got older. She was already like his own little personal spy, so as she got older, made more connections, and was actually able to stir the pot without being harmed (because now she’d love for a bitch to try—), that relationship only grew stronger.
Most people when they watch the two together could get mental whiplash I’m not even gonna lie. One moment Jaehaera is kneeling before Viserys calling him “my king” or “your majesty”— basically going through ALL the damn formalities even though viserys has told her a thousand times she doesn’t need to— just to act like a child the next minute. Sure, if she has something political or otherwise important to tell him, Jaehaera stays more calm, professional even. But the moment the formality is over and done she like, “Hi dad! Wanna watch me dual? Oh! I learned a new trick on Shkros!”
She’d also just tell him the most random shit and facts she learns, probably rant about stories or things she’s gotten insanely fixated on. Viserys would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He could listen for hours and smile or laugh at the girl.
Oh, and Viserys literally became deaf at some point to all slander toward her, even if it came from Otto. Man would not hear of any of it.
In his mind Jaehaera did no wrong. So when anyone questioned her innocence or reputation—
“All of these are mere, petty rumors from jealousy for my daughter’s brilliance.”
“I will not hear of it, next person to say such a thing will lose their tongue.”
“Jaehaera would never, and even if she had you have no proof.”
“Who are you to question the princess? My daughter?”
To the day until she inevitably starts leaving more frequently, they would meet almost every night in the kitchens, sharing bread and milk like the day they first met.
Sadly, around the time his sickness gets really bad, she would be gone even longer. He knew why.
She had spent months before trying to heal him, and she did a better job then the scholars and maesters could ever dream. But they both knew that it was only slowly his demise. There was no cure for time, as it was fast on viserys heels.
A lot of people thought they had a falling out during this time because of her absence, but the truth of it was that they had an agreement. Jaehaera had made a promise to secure and protect their family. Not just Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, but the state of it all.
She went to every kingdom to make alliances, or to strengthen old ones. She made deals to compact no army could penetrate them. And she would be damned if she failed.
Jaehaera had barely the idea of what love felt like before she became Viserys’ daughter. So with all her being she’d protect her home, her life, his legacy, her family.
Daemon
Two words— Teddy Bear.
He’s an absolute simp.
Would and does worship the ground she walks on.
If you thought he was insufferable when she was younger, following her around, constantly seeking her attention, giving her anything she stares at too long, and talk about protective— times that by a million.
The moment he came back and saw how she had…matured. Daemon went feral. I’m talking glaring at every person who so much as glances Jaehaera’s way that wasn’t family. He even had a small bit of beef with Sir Harwin because of how close he had become to her. It was only until she told him to back the fuck off that he calmed down.
He’d also use every excuse he could muster to be close to her. And Daemon likes to be sly, or try at least, so it would start innocent.
*walking literally anywhere, even around the castle, and he hold her hand* “Don’t want you to get lost my little wanderer.”
*Leans against her: arm around shoulders, or wrapped around her waist to rest his head in the crook of her neck.* “I’m tired.” Or if your at an event, “You soothe the throbbing in my head, love.”
Then this bitch would push his luck.
He’d slowly slip his fingers up her shirt or any bare skin he could get his hands on— and being that she didn’t normally like to wear much, he had so many places to choose from.
“My hands are cold!” *it’s literally like 100 degrees out*
He also has a weird obsession with her hair. Like he’d dimly admire it at first, wondering what it feels like. Was it was soft as feathers? Or smooth as silk?
Well one day he impulsive touched it. Of course he made it seem as if it were a normal interaction— brushing it away from her open shoulders to show off the dip in the heavenly dress she wore to some banquet he couldn’t even remember the occasion for.
All he knew was that he instantly became addicted to the feeling of the strands between his fingers.
They’d be talking underneath the trees of the gardens and he’d randomly start petting her head. At first Jaehaera would tense up because of the foreign feeling, but after a few seconds and Daemon asking her permission, she’d let him to it again. Oh he’d be jumping for joy in his brain.
Especially loving it when her eyes would flutter shut when he’d start to scratch her scalp and massage her temples.
And however wholesome this man could be at sometimes, he’s mind would definitely wander. He’d start to wonder what it’s be like if she were underneath him, hair and body sprawled out for him to play with. To make her feel good.
Or perhaps if she were to ride him and as she leaned forward, her hair would drape around them, all while tickling his thighs, arms and face. Oh how pretty she would look.
Oh and don’t get him started about how hard he gets when she pulls her hair into a ponytail or high braid. All he could think about was taking her from behind, pulling on her hair so that her back would be flush with his chest.
God she drove him crazy.
So the infamous Prince, know for being I’ll tempered and cruel, would be siting with the girl in her free time, taking turns braiding each others chair.
What he doesn’t know is that she’s not as oblivious as he thinks. It wasn’t hard to notice how he’d have to shift in he seat around her, or the growing bulge in his pants as she laid her head in his lap— letting out shameless moans as he kneaded her scalp.
Jaehaera just thought in rather fun to tease him, and to make him think she was totally innocent in her acts.
But besides the obvious sexual tension— Dameon would respect Jaehaera a lot. Of course he’d still be hot headed, crazy, and rebellious. It was his nature. And it also happened to be hers in some cases.
It was almost like putting two delinquents in the same room with some gunpowder a few matches.
The only difference was that she was more rational when it came to future consequences. She actually looked ahead. Dameon… not so much. He’d rather jump into battle or war, only depending on himself and his sword “dark sister”.
But.. if he had to, the person who’d he’d listen to was Jaehaera. And that’s because in his eyes, she was always right.
And that was not to be disputed.
Rhaenyra
She’s spoiled. We all know that. So she’s definitely get more possessive of Jaehaera.
When she married Laenor, it was hard because she longed for intimacy that he could not give her. But she was content with him because she thought she had at least evaded being married to an imbecile.
So even though it was unheard of, Rhaenyra still insisted on sharing a bed with her almost every night. Both girls were always close, and comfortable with each other physically. Rhaenyra had been the second person to bless her with gentle affection through touch. One might say that other than herself, Jaehaera trusted Rhaenyra with her body the most.
They would cling to each other in the night, bodies intertwined, grazing each other carefully, or tenderly squeezing flesh. All of it was natural to them. And to Jaehaera it was all she’d ever known when it came to the pair. It was only after their incident at the brothel that caused a shift in their behavior.
Rhaenyra had only heard of what had happened with Jaehaera because of her fathers reprimanding. It was light compared to what she faced, but she still felt something brewing in her stomach. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, it resting somewhere in between jealousy and curiosity. And it scared her.
Soon she found herself growing paranoid and angered at everyone Jaehaera looked at fondly. Especially a particular maid of hers…
Soon Rhaenyra would lie awake at night, Jaehaera sleeping soundly beside her, and she’s let her mind wander to what she thought the girl may have been doing with other women.
Soon she’d been touching herself at the thought of it being her who received such attention from Jaehaera.
And later as she noticed Daemon’s actions toward them both she couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of having them both. Even after Daemon married Laena. She’s simply add her to the equation too; she knew how much Jaehaera fancied her.
However, as the drift between her and Alicent grew even larger— especially after the whole air Criston cole situation— she became more worried that Jaehaera would leave her.
She had no reason to worry, I mean Jaehaera absolutely adore the girl. She would do practically anything for her. And the two princesses were almost attached at the hip at some point.
Yet as Jaehaera began to venture farther out, her time away from home increasing every voyage, Rhaenyra would make sure to claim whatever time Jaehaera had to spare when she had returned.
Of course, she didn’t mind sharing this time with other people she loved: Viserys, Daemon, Laenor, Sir Harwin.
Jaehaera knew. Anyone could tell that her children were not sired by Laenor, but Jaehaera knew that they were his kids.
And that’s because she walked in on them fucking once.
To this day she’d tease Rhaenyra about it, occasionally praising her for how quiet she could be with such a large prick inside her.
(She would also confirm to anyone that asks that Sir Harwin is hung— because let’s be honest he is.)
And after Rhaenyra had Jace, she’s notice that happened to grab even more of Jaehaera’s attention. More of her protection. Jaehaera would visit more frequently, ask if she was being properly taken care of, if anyone had disrespected her, and constantly hovering around her and Jace when she was at home.
As much as Rhaenyra loved Sir Harwin, she couldn’t deny that Jaehaera was a huge reason for her having more children. For the more she had, she more of Jaehaera she got.
Alicent
Obsessed and paranoid.Gonna be real— we all saw this coming.
Alicent would definitely be giving yandere, but she would never tell Jaehaera when she could or could not leave. (Like shed be able to in the first place.)
At first, when they’re in their later teens, Alicent really just wants to keep Jaehaera in her life. So she sees Rhaenyra as a threat, because they’re at all odds.  She gets extremely worried whenever Jaehaera starts to pull away because of her marrying Viserys, and a little scared. Alicent really didn’t like lying to her, but she was as equally as scared of her father’s backlash. So when Jaehaera started to catch on with the whole scheme, Alicent didn’t know what to do or think.
Jaehaera was never actually cruel to her in anyway. In fact, the rather opposite. She’d still join her for tea or visit her whenever Rhaenyra was busy with her duties. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her need validation.
“You’re not mad at me are you Princess?”
Glancing up intently at her, Jaehaera would answer, “No, Ali. I just hate your father insists on hurts those I care for.”
Hitching her breath, there was a small flutter in the pit of her stomach. Jaehaera made it sound as if she were included in the category. That sent Alicent’s heart on fire.
“And don’t think of defending him darling,” Jaehaera snipped, standing up to grab ahold of her chin. “It’ll just make me hate him more.”
Would definitely become paranoid later on as Rhaenyra has kids because well… Jaehaera increasingly becomes more attached to her as she does. Not that Alicent’s children don’t get enough attention as is. Jaehaera spoils every single one of them. But Alicent doesn’t see it like that, so what does she do? Talks shit.
She’ll start sneaking in comments or rumors of Rhaenyra’s children’s the obvious hair color difference, and other features. How they’re “growing in to very clad, dark handsome boys” and how she “adores their curly brown hair”.
Then, on top of it all is— she thinks she’s getting away with it at first because Jaehaera will laugh occasionally and say something back. Soon she becomes unaware of the warning stares being sent her way. Her growing audacity eventually leads to a more intense reaction after she questions their birthright.
“I’m not sure if they would be given the thrown that easily.” She’d say calmly with a soft smile while pouring Jaehaera a drink.
She’s hear the princess hum and ask, “Why’s that?”
“Oh you know, their features are rathe strange for a Targaryen. Some might question if they are truly—,”
Alicent would be cut off quickly, and the bottle of wine would have slipped through her hands from shock and broke into pieces by their feet if it weren’t for Jaehaera’s quick hand. With one hand setting the bottle aside, the other held Alicent’s jaw firm, making it so she couldn’t talk, yet it would not leave a bruise on her skin.
Jaehaera’s were practically predatory as they glared into Alicent’s. And as she leaned closer to the woman’s face, Alicent couldn’t help but gasp at the proximity.
“Don’t start acting like your father Ali. It doesn’t suit you.” Jaehaera would whisper firmly, pulling away only to keep a burning gaze. “And if you ever say something like that again around me, I promise you, I will kill him.”
After her hand leaves her mouth, Alicent would rub the tender skin, weak in the knees and almost desperate for it to return. “Why?” She’s ask in a whisper.
Tilting her head to the side, Jaehaera’s expression softened and she caressed her cheek. “Because he would have killed something I care for. And I cannot allow that.”
Otto
He’s a petty bitch.
Would not know what the fuck to do when it comes to Jaehaera.
Would also try really hard to spread rumors about her under the kings radar. Probably called her a homophobic slur at some point and made a backhand comment about her being a woman. We all know it’s true.
He’s well aware that she hates him after Alicent marries Viserys. Would for sure get tortured by Daemons antics even more because of Jaehaera’s permission.
Honestly he’s just fucked, so he’s constantly trying to find a way to keep himself in the good graces of the king, so Jaehaera won’t kill him.
Also another reason why he’d push Aegon to succeed the thrown— also also another reason why the greens pull this shit while she’s gone on her voyages and travels. He knows he wouldn’t be able to get away with it otherwise.
Sir Criston
Another petty bitch.
Jaehaera finds him annoying after a while. She gave him a little sympathy at first because of the whole Rhaenyra brothel incident, but she’d always choose Rhaenyra.
Lightens up around Alicent because she likes her. But she’ll roast the shit out of him at any time. Unprovoked.
And if he really pisses her off best believe she’s threaten him (and let Daemon loose).
“I gave you the position in the kings guard, I could easily take it away. Even if it hurt Ali’s feelings for a while. She could never stay mad at me. She’d forget you in a heartbeat.”
Sir Harwin
Homies Fr
These two would just make a bunch of dirty jokes, cursing like sailors, and spar.
Canon that they would call each other bad worms as pet names:
“Good morning my little bitch how are you?”- Jaehaera greeting him in the mornings for training.
“Hey arsehole! You owe me one!” - Harwin after covering up for her to go sneak off with a lady/lord and/or when he’d lie about seeing Daemon first in the nighttime competitions.
Causal greetings or hellos: “Hello there cunt!” “Ahhh there’s my favorite little shit!”
Both were definitely into each other some point but it was a fleeting crush. He fell in love with Rhaenyra, she loved him, so Jaehaera loved them and that they were happy.
Harwin along with Laenor we’re her personality wingmen and cheerleaders.
He’d cover/lie for her in a heart beat. And he has soooo much respect for her. In another life they’d probably be siblings.
Laenor
I’ll say it again for the people in the back: Laenor is Jaehaera’s cheerleader.
If they had the word bestie back then, best believe he’d be like: “GO BESTIE, GO!!!”
Ton of gay jokes, but also would comfort each other being of society and internal homophobia because people fucking suck. (I’m looking at you Otto)
Definitely have seen each other naked, probably drunk or honestly skinny dipping. Also— because they’re constantly covering for each other so they can… Y’know… they’ve probably stood guard for each other at some point. So I can definitely see Laenor or her just opening the door once as the other and whoever they’re with is mid fucking, and be like: “can you hurry up Rhaenyra (or some other person) is looking for you?”
And if Laenor ever finished quickly, Jaehaera would say: “damn took you longer than I thought, ten whole seconds, I had my money on five.”
Oh and Laenor absolutely giggles or chokes on his drink anytime someone says anything remotely disrespectful toward Jaehaera or him because he knows this person is about to die.
Rhaenys and Corlys
Definition of second parents. Basically adopt Jaehaera whenever Viserys isn’t around.
Corlys is so proud of her when she gets older and leads a battalion and or her own voyages. He would also get teary eyes whenever he sees her helping Luke learn how to navigate and captain a ship, then blame it on “salt water that splashed into his eyes”.
He LOVES being a girl dad (excluding Laenor). Prizes Laena and Jaehaera. And even low key ships them because let’s be so for real… he knows. Later he’ll make jokes that it must be in the gene’s because both his kids came out fruity.
And Rhaenys and Corlys adore the relationship between her and their kids.
Rhaenys especially. She loves how safe and natural both her children are around her. They don’t have to pretend. She swears she’s trust her with both their lives because she knows Jaehaera would always protect them and vise versa. (Also ships Laena with her, and claims all the time that Daemon is just a third party.)
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frontier psychiatrist- chapter 4 [discontinued, no more updates]
pairing: yunho x f!reader genre: angst, thriller, suggestive? still not sure yet
chapter warnings: mentions of mental illness, violence (nothing bloody), cursing, let me know if I’m missing something!
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disclaimer: the actions portrayed in this story are NOT reflective of those who suffer from BPD, depression, or anxiety as a whole. please do not generalize people suffering from these illnesses based on what you read in this story. this is all purely fictional.
a/n: I know this was long awaited and I really hope it’s not underwhelming! And thank you for the comments and asks <3
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Week 7
You knew it was only a matter of time before Yunho lost his temper with you.
He came down one morning with your breakfast, smiling enthusiastically.
“Pancakes!” he exclaimed before sitting next to you. “I was thinking last night that maybe you aren’t an egg person, so I thought I’d make you something different today.”
You looked down at the stack of hot cakes, watching the syrup drip down its fluffy sides. Normally, you’d jump at the sight of pancakes, but you were too upset and exhausted to eat. In the past few weeks, you had tried tirelessly to escape. But your efforts were wasted and you continued to ignore the obvious fact that an escape was near impossible. It was simple: No keys, no escape. But you didn’t want to come to terms with your fate. You tried wrestling with him, foolishly thinking that you could overtake him when you were barely half his height. He easily put you down, your punches to his core only hurting you more than they hurt him. It was a stupid plan, but you had to try.
Yunho cut out a piece and brought it up to your lips. “Open wide.”
You turned away from him. You were still giving him the silent treatment and refusing to eat anything he gives you. Yunho exhaled, not pleased with your stubbornness.
“Doc, you can’t keep doing this. It’s been weeks, and you need food. Just try some, I swear they’re delicious.”
You dropped your shoulders and slowly turned your head back at him. He gleefully brought the fork back up to your lips and you allowed it to enter. The sweetness of the warm cakes shot tingles through your tastebuds, but the taste quickly ruined as a feeling of disgust and anger overpowered you. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time in weeks. His content expression soon wrung into a scowl after you spat the food back out onto his face. Immediately, Yunho grabbed you by your neck and slammed your body down hard against the mattress. He was hovering over you now, the hot steamy air from his nose blowing onto your face. You pressed your eyes shut, afraid of what he would do to you next.
“What the fuck is your problem?! I bring you into my home, I clothe you, feed you- I do everything for you! And all I get back is that fucking attitude of yours?!” His grip on your neck got tighter, making you gasp for air. “You should be thanking me!”
“F-for what,” you choked out. “For abducting me? For enslaving me in your home?”
He shook his head and chuckled at your words. He found it amusing that you would think of this situation that way. “I didn’t enslave you.”
“T-then why a-am I chained up?” Your voice was shaky, not from his grip, but out of fear from the dark look in his eyes. The nurses and doctors were right- he’s terrifying when he was angry.
“That was just a precaution! You were harm to yourself- It’s for your own protection! God, I don’t know why you’re being so difficult Doc! What else do you want from me?!”
“I want…to go…h-home” you breathed out. Your head was dizzy from the lack of oxygen going to your brain. Another thirty seconds of this and you wouldn’t last.
“You are home.” He looked at you with certainty, almost like he knew what was best for you and you were just a dumb and spoiled child. Hot tears obstructed your vision and his face became a blur. Your hands reached up to his, and you shakily tried to pry them off your neck. “C-can’t breathe…”
Yunho’s face dropped once he realized what he was doing. He let go of you immediately. You started hacking, the sudden rush of air piercing your lungs and making you wheeze.
“I’m…I’m so sorry, I…” Yunho looked down at his trembling hands. His eyes, which were dark and stormy just moments before were now soft and glassy. A sudden rush of guilt came over him as he watched you flop around like an out-of-water fish. Unable to say anything else, he abruptly walked back up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. You stayed on the mattress, crying softly as you tried to catch your breath.
Week 8
It had been a few days since Yunho last came down. He still felt guilty and didn’t think he could face you again. At first, you were glad not to see his face, but then the days stretched on and you started to feel depressed and lonely.
He had come down the day after the incident, only to uncuff your arms and legs while you slept quietly. Your eyes fluttered open right as he closed the door behind him. You rubbed your wrists, feeling the red and irritated marks the cuffs had left. You were relieved to see your wrists again, but you wondered what had changed his mind.
You thought about it for a while, pacing around your small living space like a mathematician trying to solve an equation. Did he feel bad? What does this mean? Does this mean he’ll let you go? Has he realized what he’s doing is wrong? It was impossible. This level of planning showed that he didn’t see much of an issue out of this and he never will. But still, what prompted him to unchain you?
Your words. It was your words that got through to him. When you asked him why you were chained up, that must’ve changed something in him and that’s why he took them off. Of course, the very thing you refused to use was the exact thing that could get you out of here. All this time, all you had to do was talk to him.
Week 10
Two weeks since you last spoke to Yunho. He would come down daily and set your tray on the top step.
“Wait!” You’d scream from your mattress, running up to him before he slipped back behind the door and slammed it into your face. So you decided to wait for him on the steps this time. You never knew what time of day it was or how long until it was lunchtime or dinner time, but that didn’t stop you from sitting on the steps and watching the door like a hawk. Hours went by until you heard his footsteps reaching the door. You’d get in position, waiting for him to open the door, and when he did, you’d charge at him. Yunho quickly drops your tray and peels back, slamming the door again before you got too close.
Then you decided to stand right in front of the door. The plan was to push the door open once you saw the doorknob turn, but once Yunho saw your figure, he’d quickly shut the door again. He’d wait for you to stop screaming and pounding on the door, and only when you got tired and retired to the mattress would he open the door again and set your food down. No matter how complicated you were being, he always made sure you were being fed.
You were starting to miss him. You knew you weren’t really missing him, but the interactions you had. Humans are social creatures, and it was normal for someone in your situation to feel a little depressed from being deprived of any voice to speak to other than the one that was in your head. Your time in solitary confinement gave you the chance to think. Your thoughts were all about Yunho. You thought back to the sweet boy that came in for treatment all those months ago. How did you not see it?
Obsessive Love Disorder. Although not classified as a mental disorder in the DSM-5, it’s still a real condition that affects people, especially people with borderline personality disorder. It’s a condition where someone becomes obsessive and emotionally attached to someone they love. They develop the need to control them, to protect them, as if they were their own possession.
You saw it clearly now. He was madly in love with you. He saw you as his- his possession. He was obsessed with you since the beginning but you were too busy to notice. You had so many patients in a day and you guessed it just slipped under your radar.
Idiot.
Another day came, and the same ritual occurred. Yunho opens the door slightly, peeking through the small slit, expecting to see you standing right in front of him. But this time, to his surprise, you were sitting criss-cross on your mattress. He opened the door wide and bent down to place your tray on the step.
“Yunho” you called, your voice barely audible. But Yunho heard and he paused before looking down at you. You slowly got up from your mattress which made him nervous. He knew what you were going to do and by the time you got up the stairs, he had already disappeared behind the door. You banged your fists onto the hunk of wood that separated you two. “Yunho, please! Don’t go!” Yunho stepped away from the door until his back hit the wall, his gut-wrenching as he listened to you crying out for him. Your constant banging was starting to overwhelm him so he decided not to come down to give you your dinner that night.
Week 11
He didn’t come down for the past five days. No more trays, no more footsteps, nothing. You wondered if maybe he abandoned you. Maybe he thought you were too much to take care of and packed his shit and left, leaving you all alone in this empty house.
You got your appetite back. Perfect timing. You thought back to all the tossed coffees, spit-out eggs benedicts, and untouched ham and cheese sandwiches. You hated yourself for letting perfectly good food go to waste.
The days seemed even longer now. Yunho was your clock and now that he wasn’t popping in anymore, it was hard to tell what time of day it was. That and the constant rumbling in your stomach made you dread being conscious. You tried to sleep to avoid feeling the hunger pains but it was the hunger pains that would wake you back up. One day (or night?) you were unable to sleep because of a sharp headache pulsing through your temples. It was unbearable. You were starting to prefer when Yunho was here.
Staring up at the ceiling as you massage your temples, you started to think of a plan. You remembered the look on Yunho’s face after he took his hands off you- so scared and shocked. He didn’t mean to hurt you. It was clear he felt awful about it. That’s why he couldn’t face you again. In his own fucked up way, he cared about you. This strange obsession that he had for you could be the very thing that could get you out of here. You just needed to use it to your advantage.
So here you were again, at the top of the steps. You stared at the door like you hadn’t seen it in a very long time. You took a deep breath before knocking softly. “Yunho?” you called. “Yunho, are you there?” There was no response. Of course, there’s no response. This was a stupid plan. What if he wasn’t around? What if he did abandon you here? Regardless, you pushed forward. “Yunho, I’m starving and my head hurts. I don’t feel good and I think I have a fever. Can you please come back down?”
You waited for a response even though you knew there wouldn’t be one. You pressed your head against the door and let out a defeated sigh. “I miss you.” You weren’t sure if you really meant it or not. But seeing his face right now would give you some relief. No, you weren’t getting soft. This isn’t going to be a Stockholm syndrome case. It’s just part of the plan, you told yourself.
Tired from talking to the basement door, you retreated to your mattress. You broke out sobbing once your head met with your pillow.
A few hours later
You were sleeping soundly until something touched your face and woke you up. Fluttering your eyes open, you were shocked to see Yunho sitting beside you. The back of his hand was pressed against your forehead. On the floor next to him were a bottle of Dayquil and an opened first aid kit. You were happy to see him. You didn’t fight with him this time or try to escape. Instead, stayed at ease while he conducted his assessment.
“You don’t have a fever.”
It was the first words you heard in weeks that weren’t your own. Your head dizzied as he kept talking. “And your wound looks like it’s getting better. I just put some ointment on it just in case but you should be fine.”
All this time you just wanted to see him again and talk to him. But now that he was right in front of you, you couldn’t think of what to say. You just watched him as he put everything back into the first aid kit. He was getting ready to go back upstairs and the sight of him walking toward the stairs made your heart drop to your stomach.
“Wait!” you called after him. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around. “You’re leaving already?”
Those were words he never thought he’d hear you say. “I brought you a sandwich. It’s next to the mattress.” He continued on towards the steps. You didn’t want him to go. You couldn’t bare being alone again.
“I’m not mad.”
Yunho stopped again. His hand gripped around the handle of the first aid kit. You continued. “I know you hate what you did. But it’s okay. It was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that. You were right, you do so much for me and I should be more grateful. I’m sorry.”
There was a long pause while Yunho took in what you said. He sighed and shook his head as if he disapproved of your statement. “No, no, you shouldn’t be the one to apologize. This was my fault. I just get so mad sometimes and…” he stretched his opposite hand open, cringing as he remembered the scared look on your face when he had his hands on you. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m like this Doc.” His voice was breaking and he sounded like he was going to cry.
You took a cautious step forward. “It’s okay Yunho.”
He turned around to faced you. “It’s not okay. I’m sorry for hurting you. And I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long.”
You weren’t sure if you were ready to accept his apology, but you thanked him anyway. “Thank you.”
A look of relief washed over his face. He was happy to get the guilt off of his chest. “Well, I’ll let you eat.” You grabbed his sleeve before he could walk any further.
“Do you have to go? Can’t you stay a little longer?”
Yunho looked down at your grip on him and then back at you. “You want me to stay?” he asked with a hint of confusion in his tone.
“I want you to eat with me. I don’t like eating alone. It’ll be like old times, remember? When you’d come by my office during lunchtime and I’d sneak in some Mcdonald’s fries for you?”
His lips broke into a small smile. His heart swelled that you remembered that. It was one of his favorite memories from the hospital.
“Yeah, I remember that.”
You smiled. “Great. Come on, it’s gonna get cold.”
Yunho sat with you and watched you eat. You had offered him half of the sandwich but he quickly declined. He still felt bad for letting you starve for so long. The past few weeks had been dreadful, the weight of the guilt almost crushing him to death. But sitting here with you now made all that pain go away. He had hope that things were going to change. He was happy to see that you realized that you were right where you belonged. And you were more than happy to feed into his false reality.
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bad idea right? - choi soobin x afab!reader
info ➜ HEAVILYYYY inspired by olivia’s song, i basically just wrote this around the lyrics, i fucking love olivia, featuring stayc 01z & le sserafim yunjin, assigned female at birth (afab)!reader, yn is kinda a bad friend, exes to lovers, one shot, SOOBIN IS A SIMP, non idol!soobin, college student!soobin, slighty shitty ex!soobin, this is fiction!! so soobin probably doesn’t act like this
wc: 3.3k
WARNINGS !!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (mdni), smut, no piv, only foreplay, handjob, eating out, swearing, & poor writing
author’s note!!! this is going to be bad because i’m pulling an all nighter when i’m supposed to be awake before 8 AM (it’s 12:40 AM right now) & i have a full day of classes and work. this will have errors because i’m immediately posting this after writing.
also, it’s my first time writing smut and idk what the fuck i’m doing. not going to be realistic or accurate but it’s fictionnnnn.
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You stared into the bathroom mirror as you fixed your lip gloss. The party raging just outside the door wasn’t as enticing as the missed calls from your phone.
two missed call from loser not worth mentioning
Why was he even calling? It’s been months since you two broke up. More like he broke things off because he wanted to “focus on school” more since it was his last year before graduation, but that didn’t stop him from going to every single frat and sorority party since the beginning of the semester.
You roll your eyes as you let his next call go straight to voice mail as your best friends blow up your group chat.
sumin 💞 ynnnn where r u
sieun 🩵 pls don’t be vomiting emoji
yn i’m okay
yn he keeps calling me
sumin 💞 bOOOO
sieun 🩵 pls don’t pick up his calls
yn i’m not !!
yn going straight to my voicemail
sumin 💞 y don’t u block him
yn because
yn idk
yn it’s complicated
sieun 🩵 just come back soon
yn give me five
The music gets louder as you hear chants of “chug chug chug”. You smirk as you spray some more perfume to cover the reek of Pink Whitney that Sieun accidentally spilled on you earlier in the night. Your trio did a shot the second you got to sorority party hosted by Yunjin, she had told you about it last week in your shared stats class, but that was hours ago and you had a few more after that.
You weren’t wasted, but you definitely shouldn’t be driving a car.
You were having fun, but you could be having more fun with your ex.
“Hey Siri, play my voicemail.”
“You have three voicemails… Hi. I know you’re out at Yunjin’s party, but you looked so good in your Insta story. God… your legs look so good in that skirt. I miss seeing you in skirts… I know it’s been a while since we… ya know, but we should catch up. The guys are out at a party and I stayed behind to finish unpacking my new room, but I’m getting kinda bored. Maybe you could help me unpack, see the new apartment, test out my new headboard–”
“Please.”
“I miss you – I want to see you again.”
You let out a sigh as the voicemails end and you’re weighing all the pros and cons of this messy situation.
Pro. It has been 3 months since the relationship and 3 months since you’ve done anything. Going out and trying to talk to new people didn’t sound that appealing. This was your first party since the breakup that Sumin and Sieun were able to drag you to, so getting calls from him tonight felt like some kind of test from the universe.
Con. It would be such a bad decision. A lapse of judgement. You deserve better than this.
Pro. You would get laid and it would be really good.
Con. You can’t leave your friends for a guy.
Right. Your best friends in the entire world are waiting downstairs for you. A knock from outside the door snaps you back to reality as you quickly put everything back in your bag.
A soft apology slips past your lips as the blur of a person flits past you and to the toilet as they throw up.
“Ew.”
The party looks even more crowded than before with people dancing, drinking, and making out taking up all the available space as you try to politely make your way back to your friends. After narrowly missing another spill of alcohol to ruin your outfit, you spot the familiar sight of two brunettes huddled by the fruity drink cooler.
“There you are!” Sumin throws her available arm around your waist as you join the duo.
“Sorry, I started feeling unwell, but I’m good now.”
Sumin hugs you in an effort to comfort you as you give her a smile. It was true that you were feeling unwell, but it wasn’t from the alcohol.
Sieun makes herself another mix of whatever alcohol is left by now. “Do you want any?”
“I think I’ll just make myself a Shirley Temple.”
Sumin grabs you the jar of cherries and ginger ale you needed as you made your drink. You down it the second you’re done and it does alleviate the funny feeling in your stomach.
You should probably not, but you check your phone.
loser not worth mentioning just in case
loser not worth mentioning hybe apartment complex across school
loser not worth mentioning unit 304
Fuck.
You look back over to Sumin and Sieun giggling over the alcoholic sugar juice concoction Sieun made. Your heart hurts a little at the stunt you’re about to pull.
You’re not hurting anyone. They’ll understand that you’ve been lonely and it’s just a one time thing.
Gathering up all your energy, you hunch over a little and let out a heavy sigh. Sumin sees this and rushes over to comfort you.
“Are you okay, Yn? Did you not eat earlier? Should we leave so I can make you some soup?”
You shut your eyes as your conscious comes back to yell at you. Poor, sweet Sumin who loves you dearly just wants to take care of you as she thinks you’re sick while you’re faking it so you can get dick.
“I think I just need to go back home to sleep it off.”
“Okay, let’s drop you home.”
The three of you get an Uber to your dorm despite the short 13 minute walk from the LSF house. But the late hours of night and the scary reality of being tipsy, young college kids in a public university – it’s better to be safe than sorry.
You wave bye to your best friends as they tell you from the car that they’ll text you when they get home to their shared apartment. The second the Uber is out of your sight, you sprint inside to freshen up. Going through the motions of brushing your teeth, deodorant, changing shirts to a baby blue fuzzy sweater for the colder temperature, and fix your hair.
sumin 💞 we’re home
sieun 🩵 feel better
You heart both messages and wish them good night as you grab your water bottle from the fridge.
This is your last chance to back out. To follow through with the lie you told your besties. It would be nice to get some sleep and be in a better headspace tomorrow morning and finally block him.
loser not worth mentioning i dyed my hair back to blond
yn see you in 15
loser not worth mentioning good girl
Your mind goes blank at the text as you try to keep your cool. All of your thoughts are silenced as you order another Uber to Soobin’s new address.
It’s such a bad idea to be doing this, but all your moral judgement went out the window the second you listened to Soobin’s voicemail, but who could blame you? You’re literally just a girl. A girl who loves blond on Soobin. A girl who loves the way Soobin kisses… and does other things. Seeing him tonight can’t be that bad.
A text notification from Uber alerts you that your ride is outside.
Fuck it, it’s fine.
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You’re standing inside Soobin’s new apartment as you wait for the elevator to open.
Yes, you’re currently going back to your ex, but you’re just going to help him unpack his room like he said. Totally innocent. Just two friends. Can you even call your relationship friendly? Whatever. Just two people… reconnecting. Yes, reconnecting!!!
Next thing you know, you’re outside unit 304 and waiting for Soobin to welcome you in. When the door does open, you’re taken aback by a smiling Soobin. Despite the short amount of time apart, he looks even better. His hair is back to blond and surprisingly healthy. The pj set he’s wearing just shows how ridiculously attractive he is because despite the plain white shirt and plaid pants Soobin looks like he’s modeling.
You must have been staring at him too long because he clears his throat and steps aside, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Holy fucking shit. There has never been anyone hotter than Soobin in this moment. Your mind can’t wrap around how you were dating him for a year. How someone this beautiful could even exist and perceive you. Just the way his dimples show when he smiles is enough to make your knees buckle.
“Are you going to come in?”
“Oh right, yeah.”
You brush past him as you take your shoes off by the door. You take a glance around the kitchen as Soobin goes to the fridge.
“Water? Soda?” Soobin steps aside as you look at the options in the fridge. A bunch of beverages and a shit ton of tangerines.
“Just a Coke cherry please.”
“With a ton of ice in a cup with a straw? Got it.”
Your heart skips a little at the small notion of Soobin remembering your preferred beverage. Jesus, the bar is in hell.
“Your new apartment is nice. I like that you can see each of your personalities.” You compliment as you spot the bookshelf with an assortment of plushies, an electric guitar on a stand, and a clothing rack that’s half sports jerseys and half clothes that cost more than your semester tuition.
“Thanks! You know how long we’ve been saving, so it was a dream when a unit opened up and fit our price range.”
“I’m happy for you guys.. really. I hope they’re doing good.”
Your statement is genuine as you do miss Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai. It was just best for yourself to pause your contact with them while you were healing.
Soobin hands you your drink as you sit in a chair at the table. You thank him as you quietly sip on it as your nerves kick in again. It would be fine if you two just caught up and became friends again. You did miss his presence and it’ll be sad when he graduates next semester.
“Yn,” Soobin scoots his chair closer to you as you look at him, eager to hear out whatever he sees. You hate to admit it, but he still has a pull over you. “I want to apologize for how I went about everything. It was really shitty of me to give you the school excuse to break up. I just–”
“You just?”
“I kinda… got so caught up in trying to do well on finals that the stress controlled me. I took it out on you instead of talking it out, then I didn’t talk to you all of winter break.”
Yeah. It was a brutal break as you spent most of the time crying and being upset at yourself. Your therapist had a field day though!
“I’m sorry for also sending you that horny voicemail. And that good girl text. I understand if you don’t want to see me again. Or if you just want to be friends. I’m sure that you have someone else.”
“I’m not seeing anyone. I haven’t done anything since we ended things.”
Soobin’s eyes light up at your answer. “I haven’t seen anyone and I’m not right now. I’m totally single in every sense.”
You let out a tiny laugh at the mix of assertion and desperation, “I’m totally single too.”
“So… if you’re single and I’m single.”
Then who’s driving the plane?? Kidding.
You set down your empty cup as you lean closer to Soobin, “If we’re both single, shouldn’t we do something about it?”
In the next second, Soobin is cupping your face as you suck in a breathe. If you just leaned in an inch, your lips would be touching in a kiss. His eyes flit down to your lips as you watch. From being able to be so close, you take in how pretty Soobin is.
“Can I kiss you.” Soobin whispers.
“Yes please.” You whisper back.
Soobin then closes the gap between you both to kiss you. It fills you with the exact same feeling as before, warm and bubbly. You wrap your hands around his neck as you continue kissing. The kiss is messy and slightly awkward, but the feeling behind it makes up for it.
Soobin breaks away as you frown, “Do you want to help me in my room.”
“You know I love reorganizing.”
Soobin’s signature dimple smile appears as he grabs your hand to lead you to his room.
The second you step in; he pushes you against the door with enough force to knock the air out of you but not to the point to hurt you. You thank him by initiating this kiss and tease your tongue against his. His hands wander down from your face to your waist as he pulls your bodies closer.
You tug on his shirt as you continue making out and switch spots so he’s against the door. He lets you take it off and throw it into some corner of his room. You move from his mouth to kissing his neck as you feel his skin. Soobin’s always had the softest skin, so you relish in being able to feel him again.
Soobin groans as you start a hickey on the area between his neck and shoulder. You should know the name of the area, but anatomy was never your strongest subject.
“God, you’ve always been… so eager to leave your… mark.” Soobin jokes between groans as you work to deep shades of purple and blue.
“Gotta sign the work of art. Same rules and boundaries as before?”
“Yes. Stop when either of us need it.”
“Got it.” You wink as you move a hand over Soobin’s bulge.
He lets out a sigh as you touch him through his pants.
“Can I?” You kiss the corner of his lips that you love so much as he parts his mouth to let out a whimper as you add some pressure to your hold.
“Please.”
You give him a peck, spit in palm, and shove your hand down his pj pants and boxers. You wrap around his girth and start slowly moving your wrist. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, and you speed up. It’s been a while since you gave a hand job, so you’re little rusty but by the way Soobin is falling a part you’re sure that you’ll get no complaints.
You keep stroking him, making sure to watch his expression as you continue how he likes it. When you know Soobin’s about to cum, he speaks up, “Wait.”
You slow down your motion as you wait for him, “I don’t want to cum in your hand.”
“Where do you want it?”
“On your tits.”
You smirk as you bring you hand back up to your lips and lick off his pre cum. Soobin shudders at the sight but kisses you.
You both walk backwards as he maneuvers you to his bed and kisses down your neck when you fall back onto his bed. You grip his blond locks and laugh when you hear him let out a groan.
“Can we please go back to kissing?”
“Sure.” Soobin moves back up to give you a messy kiss but then kneels off the bed in front of you.
“Do you know what I missed the most?”
You shake your head as Soobin peels off your silver skirt. “Eating you.”
He starts kissing from your belly button to your inner thigh on both legs as he plays with the waist of your underwear. You sigh as you take the opportunity to grip his hair again.
“Stop teasing.”
“Only for you.”
Soobin finally peels off your underwear and tosses it as he begins to kiss you. You moan as he licks at your clit. His hands grip at your legs to keep them apart so he can eat you whole. Soobin continues a pattern of kissing and licking when he begins to slip a finger in.
Your thighs shake a little at the intrusion and the slight ache due to the lack of action you have not been getting.
“I missed your mouth and hands.”
Soobin hums which makes you moan a little louder as the pleasure begins to build up. You bite your lip when Soobin adds in another finger and moves away from your body.
“Just let me know when it’s too much.”
“I’m okay, just a little out of practice.”
“Shit, me too.”
The response makes you forget for a second that you guys ever broke up. If you focus hard on the way Soobin goes back to eating you out like he’s starving, it would be like you went back in time to November – when everything was still okay.
When Soobin starts the combination of fingering you while sucking on your clit you know you’re about to cum.
“I’m… close.”
“I’ve missed tasting you.”
Your brain and thoughts turn back into mush as Soobin brings you closer to cumming. If your thoughts could speak they would probably sound like “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.
“I’m about to –” You come hard as Soobin continues thrusting his fingers inside you, but sits back on his knees as he licks his lips.
“Wow.”
Soobin giggles as he pulls his fingers out of you and into his mouth. You watch in awe as he sucks your essence off and adjusts his crotch with the other.
“Do you want me to suck you off?”
“You don’t need to, I already came.”
The blond’s dimples appear again as he giggle at your shocked expression. You slowly sit up to lean down toward him to kiss him.
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After kissing a bit, Soobin notices how tired you get and calls it a night. He helps you to the bathroom when you stumble trying to get off his bed. You take a quick shower to wash away the sweat from tonight’s activities.
When you step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. You take a look in the mirror and let out a gasp. Soobin bursts through the door, “What’s wrong?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that my makeup was ruined! Have I looked like this the entire time?”
“I think you look cute.” He wraps his arms around you as he gives you a cheek kiss.
“You have to say that because we’re sleeping with each other.”
Soobin’s eyebrow raises, “Sleeping? As in actively? Like you want to sleep with each other and only each other?”
“I’m sure we could work something out.” You nonchalantly shrug as you hid your smirk as Soobin frowns.
“We talk about it in the morning, let’s cuddle.”
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You wake up the next morning to a bunch of texts from Sumin and Sieun.
TODAY 4:00 AM
sieun 🩵 YN
sieun 🩵 YN
sumin 💞 YN
sieun 🩵 WHERE R U
sumin 💞 WHY DOES UR LOCATION SAY SOME RANDOM APT AND NOT UR DORM
sieun 🩵 HELLO
sieun 🩵 IM CALLING U UNTIL U PICK UP
sumin 💞 ur telling us in the morning
10:27 AM
yn sorry I was asleep
sieun 🩵 NOT AT YOUR DORM
yn I never said I was sleeping at my dorm…
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author’s note!!! finished at 5 AM LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO okay now i’ll do hw for one my classes & maybeee organize my makeup drawer. thanks for reading!!!!
#soobin x reader#soobin smut#soobin x y/n#soobin x you#soobin x afab!reader#txt x reader#txt smut#first time writing smut lol
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Remain Nameless
Part I
Pairing: swordsman!Bucky Barnes x mage!reader
Warnings: darkfic, stalking, descriptive violence, gore, near-death experience, possible noncon/dubcon in the future (but I swear it's not as scary as it sounds)
Words: 1.6k
Summary: You could give up literally anything just to see this war-crazed psycho getting hurt, but, perhaps, he isn't crazy as you think, and you aren't the sort of person who enjoys others' pain.
P.S. Yes, I did include quotes from my favorite books/movies 😏
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"Will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?"
You nearly choke on your punch, immediately setting your glass down and turning back with a scowl on your face. There is no way you could forget the voice of your nemesis, this disaster of a human being who should have been banned not just from the magic academy but society as a whole. James goddamn Barnes is standing right behind you in his shiny uniform, thinking you would really dance with this monster in human skin. This day certainly couldn't get any better.
The audacity, you think to yourself, frowning at the sight of his carefully combed hair. Most of the time Barnes looked like he crawled out of a manhole.
"Sorry, not interested." You say, turning back to the table full of delicacies. You try your best to sound neutral despite your blood boiling: this is the last time you have to meet this son of a fish in person, and you don't want to waste your graduation day on bickering. Or murder.
But he doesn't make it any easier for you, frowning too, "Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?"
Oh, he is talking fancy. Pretending to be a gentleman. As if you haven't been watching him being a little more than a war-crazed lunatic for years who was obsessed with winning to the point he was banned from participating in any sword fighting tournaments.
Keep calm, you inhale, feeling your blood pressure rising rapidly. He doesn't deserve your energy.
"For once, a gentleman should not be speaking to a lady's back when asking to dance," you reprimand him, narrowing your eyes. "Moreover, he should, at the very least, offer her his hand. A lady would never consider gentleman to be serious if he cannot follow etiquette."
You are certainly not the one to be bothered by etiquette rules, but God do you want Barnes to go fuck himself. Of all most heartless, insufferable, undignified bastards, he is the worst. You have a hard time understanding how he dared to ask you out for a dance after what he had done to you, but this is James Barnes you are talking about. He has always had an emotinal hide of a rhinoceros.
"I apologize. It was my mistake."
You are dangerously close to breaking the glass you have just picked up.
Shut up. Shutupshutupshutupshutup.
"Will you dance with me if I do it right?"
As you set the glass back to the table, your whole body is trembling with anger so much you have no chance to hide it any longer. No, it was not enough for him to completely ruin your mood by just being in one room with you, he so desperately needs to make you vomit on the floor from his proximity to you. Your insides has already started churning, and you feel familiar pain in the gut as if Barnes just made a hole in you again.
Bastard. It was not enough to challenge a 15-year-old you on the arena during a yearly competition between faculties when you had just made your debut as the most successful mage practicing Bounded Fields, a sort of magic no one considered important unless used in defense. It was not enough Barnes was 2 years older than you, a genius swordsman no one in the academy could surpass, a literal monster who would stop at nothing to win, going around and challenging anyone he considered strong enough to face him. It was not enough the headmaster played in his favor, promising the Bounded Fields faculty an additional building for extracurricular activities - something every looser faculty dreamed of - if you agreed to sparr with Barnes, pressuring you, a literal child, into accepting the offer. Of course, you agreed, not knowing what it meant to fight against the berserker this genius student turned into the moment he stepped on the arena.
Was it not enough he made a hole in you when you were casting a spell that wouldn't even physically hurt him? When you planned to benumb him, he used his magic sword to stab you, a ray of blinding red light piercing through you body and destroying your heart, stomach, liver, pancreas, guts... He took your insides out because he wanted to win against a 15-year-old girl who dared to perform well in her first competition. If not your protection field - it failed miserably, but delayed your death, nonetheless - and the head of the faculty rushing over to preserve what was left of you, you would pretty much cease to exist. All because James Barnes considered you an interesting sparring partner.
Everything was a mess after that: while you were recovering in the hospital wing, the head of Bounded Fields faculty filed a complaint and got a restraining order prohibiting James Buchanan Barnes to participate in any competitions, tournaments, or any other sword-wielding activity except during exams. Half of the university was demanding the headmaster to expel him, but, considering how useful Barnes would be in the employ to the king, higher-ups left him be and paid your family handsomely to cover up the scandal.
He didn't even say he was sorry. In fact, despite everything going on and people turning their backs on him because of this incident, you ceased to exist for him because you were no longer a decent opponent he had thought you were.
Right. Of course. James just forgot who you are. That's why he came to you and asked for a dance. Because he did not remember you were that 15-year-old girl he stabbed in the stomach. Even if these two years after the incident all you did was spending your time studying, surpassing your classmates to the point you were graduating two years early, Barnes had nothing to do with you. He did not know he took all the joy of studying from you, leaving you broken, hurt, and wanting revenge so badly your head was occupied by nothing else. He has no idea everyone is still giving you these pitying looks like you are damaged goods, completely beyond repair.
He just... forgot.
"I will not dance with you even if you are the last man on earth," you spat in his face, furious, your shoulders shaking from all the magma rising inside your chest and ready to spill out on him.
This ridiculous man has the guts to be taken aback by your response, blinking at you, "Why?"
Oh, you so want to let him know. To pierce him through, to cut his limbs with a deadly bounded field you studied just in case you would ever have to face him again. To see his stupid head flying across the ballroom, blood gushing from the wounds and staining polished floors dark red.
Maybe then he would understand how it felt that day.
You are nearly convinced this is the right way, but you will surely cry if Barnes does not disappear from view in a minute, and you better let lamias to eat you alive than allow him see your tears.
"You better go ask someone from your fanclub. I'm sure the ladies would be thrilled."
"But I don't want to dance with any of them. I want to dance with you."
You send him a poisonous smile, "Your loss."
Before you have a chance to say something really nasty, your fists squeezed so hard it hurts, someone brushes past James, and you see Tony Stark, #2 in the list of people hating Barnes' guts till the day they die, "Excuse me."
You are surprised to see the guy nearly as much as James himself.
"Hey baby, do you wanna dance?" He offers you his hand so nonchalantly like he did it a thousand times before, and you accept it the very same moment.
Never in his life did Tony Stark called you pet names, but you understand perfectly well why he does now, and you agree to play along, "Sure! I was getting bored."
He takes you away before the psycho swordsman has a chance to say anything, and you don't think you have ever been that grateful to anyone. Tony is not your knight in shining armor, but his firm grasp steadies you, and you appreciate the warmth of his hands you feel through the fabric of the dress you hate. It makes you calm down, feel safe in his presence as he snatches you away from a man you despise so much everything inside you hurts. You are really, really grateful, you wish to say, but Tony interrupts you.
"The audacity of this bitch," he says, sercetly eyeing Barnes and swirling you around with ease. "He dared to choose you, of all people."
Tony is the second best swordsman in the whole swordsmanship faculty, and it makes him the forever sparring partner of Barnes. Stark has been humiliated time after time, not being able to win since the moment this monster enrolled in the academy, and you heard Tony once had to literally grow back a limb after a sparring because his partner got carried away. Even if you two could not be more different, your hate for James unites you more thank anyone can imagine, and you are very, very thankful for his support.
"Oh, you know why?" You crack a smile, venom lacing your tongue. "He forgot it has been me two year ago. I guess the sight of my guts falling out of my body was not captivating enought for him to remember."
Tony's face distorts in disgust. "What, for real? Fucking sicko."
You bit down on your lower lip not to cry as you look somewhere up, afraid tears will roll down your face in a minute. Tony's grip gets stronger on your waist.
"I hope he dies in a ditch," he whispers you into the ear, bringing you so close you feel the heat emanating from his body, and suddenly everything gets better, even if for a moment.
"Thank you," you whisper back, taking whatever comfort you can find in the embrace of a man you barely know.
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