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WORLD WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT/FEDERATION MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 2011

THE CULT OF CM PUNK

“All it took for The Straight Edge Superstar to turn the world upside-down and ignite the WWE Universe was one microphone. HEre we’ve given the “Voice of the Voiceless” another soapbox to explore his many issues with WWE management, his epic match at WWE Money In The Bank, his fellow Superstars who deserve a better shot, and what, if anything, is going to change now that he’ back for good.

By JOHN MIHALY PHOTOGRAPHY BY PER BERNAL, DIGITAL IMAGING BY ERIC HEINTZ

[The Second City Saint reveals his cult of personality, and shows off his new T-shirt and WWE Championship during his unexpected return to WWE a week after leaving with the title (Raw, 7/25/11).]

In your estimation, what do you feel is wrong with WWE right now, and what would you do to change it?

What’s wrong with WWE right now is that there isn’t enough youth. Most of the ideas are old. They worked in The Attitude Era or in the ‘80s-and I'm not necessarily saying that they’re bad or they’re wrong-but they need updating, they need tweaking. There needs to be some young minds spinning the webs, so to speak. I’m sick of seeing people who are excellent wrestlers get passed over for people who have abs or who were good-string linemen in a European football league. I think there are a lot of people who, on their own terms, have made their own personas and perfected their craft simply out of love for what they do. They’re not trying to be bodybuilders or football players who fail miserably and then call their uncle or their dad and say, “Hey, I’ll give that wrestling thing a shot because I suck at everything else.”

Why do you think it’s such a strike against guys who-like yourself-are fans but aren't from a sports or bodybuilding background?

Now, this is complete speculation. I can't even tell you what somebody else is thinking. I can only say what I think works. And I'm not going to be right 100 percent of the time just like they're not going to be. Somewhere along the way I think we lost the Midas touch. This whole thing became uncool. I think people who love it aren’t going to go do something else if they get fired. Like Colt Cabana. He’s a perfect example. He is a wrestler. If he gets hired and it doesn’t work out, he’s wrestling somewhere else the next day. He’s not trying to shoehorn himself into an accounting job. He’s a wrestler. He’s always going to be here. So I just think if you love wresting sometimes-maybe-you’re punished. You’re placed last in line. The attitude is: You’re always going to be here, maybe we can use you later if we need you, but right now we’re going to use this guy because he was good at college football, and he didn’t quite make it in the NFL.

Another one of your gripes is how the WWE Championship looks. How would you redesign the title? What is the definitive look of that particular championship for you?

Oh god. How long is this interview? Honestly, I think old Dwayne used to have a cute little blue cow on his title or something. Then, of course, Stone Cold had the Smoking Skull title. I don't know. I think I could Straight Edge the hell out of that thing. A couple of “X”’s might make it look good. Make it look like a title should look like, and not make it look like some sort of weird, rapper bling. I feel the definitive look, though, is what I like to call “Bret Hart’s Title.” I think everyone likes to call it the “Winged Eagle Title.”That’s a little bit redundant. I’m pretty sure most eagles have wings. That’s the one that always sticks out in my mind.

This anger with your job has been festering for a while. Was there one moment backstage when you felt that you’d had enough?

I can name one off the top of my head. How about main-eventing a pay-per-view as the World Heavyweight Champion against Undertaker and then, a few months later, being in a dark match against R-Truth at WWE TLC? That’s pretty ignorant in my mind. This is the problem. We do this too many times to too many of the Superstars. It’s a start-stop kind of thing. The company likes to spotlight certain people. Like, “This week, Kofi’s cool,” and then, the next week, “We changed our minds-we like Dolph this week.” It flip-flops back and forth ad nauseam, and the next thing you know, the people couldn’t give a crap about either guy.

When did the powers that be really begin to take your leaving WWE seriously?

I told them probably a year out. They would say, “Hey, how about we talk about your contract?” And I would just say, “No, I don’t really feel like it.” And they would say, “Ok, back off. Punk’s crabby and temperamental.” We’ll get him next week.” And the next week it would be, “Hey let’s talk about it.” And then maybe eight or 10 months out, it was, “Hey, I really want to sit down. We really need to sign you a new deal.” And that’s when I straight up said, “No, I’m not interested.”

[CM Punk perches on the top rope to hear out The Chairman’s final contract offer (Raw, 7/11/11).]

Take us back to your title match at WWE Money In The Bank. What did you do differently that day knowing that could have been your last day on the job?

I don’t think I did anything different that day. I’m a man of my word. I wasn’t going to skip out on my contract earlier. I was going to let it run out. These to do, and I was going to let it run out. These are the terms. I agreed to and the dates I agreed to do, and I was definitely going to finish up. But I think I talked so much about everything and everybody that all eyes were on me and it created a high-pressure situation. Thankfully, I thrive very well in those situations. I’d say I pulled it off. All this stuff i talk about, about ebony the best in the world, I certainly proved it that night. The match went near the 35-minute mark But i wrestled for 93 minutes one time back in 2002 or 2003 in a Two-Out-Of-Three Falls Match.

You mentioned on the Bill Simmons B.S. Report podcast that you had made the decision to come back and resign at WWE Money In The Bank. Do you think your decision was at all clouded a little bit too much by all the emotion going on that day?

I can definitely put it aside. I can be a robot if I need to be. Resigning was something that was on my mind day -in and day-out whether I was at the gym or sleeping. I was dreaming about it, I was really trying to figure out what was the best decision for the company as a whole. I love what we do. I ‘m not going to get along with everybody I work with. I’m certainly not going to agree with everything all the time, But at the end of the day, I want everybody’s voice to be heard. I want this place to succeed. So I had to weigh my options.

[The conquering hometown hero wins his first WWE Championship (To add to his three World Heavyweight Titles) at WWE Money In The Bank (7/17/11).]

They say a man’s refrigerator is a window into his soul. When you Tweeted a photo of the WWE Championship inside your fridge the night you won, we couldn’t help but notice that there was a jar of peanut butter in there. Isn’t peanut butter meant to be stored at room temperature?

Is it? Why? I'm not saying we have to end the interview now, but here’s a good wrap-up for you: WWE has stored their peanut butter at room temperature for over 30 years; I'm putting it in the refrigerator now. It’s time for a damn change. I don’t eat my peanut butter like everybody else, I suppose. I don’t spread it on anything, because I try to stay away from bread and all that, so if I’m eating peanut butter, i take a spoonful of it, and i eat it like ice cream. It tastes better a little frozen.

Another thing we noticed is that you used the “W” word a lot in your tirades these last weeks. How much do you dislike saying “sports-entertainment”?

I don’t hate it as much as you would think, but I really do think it’s ridiculous when you’re not allowed to say “wrestling.” At the end of the day, that’s what goes on in that ring. That ring is our stage. What we do on that stage is we wrestle. I’m not playing grab-ass. I’m out there fighting to win. Wins and losses mean something. Wrestling happens to be damn entertaining.

So is it weird to call yourself a “Superstar” as opposed to a wrestler?

I don’t think it’s weird. I think we’re all Superstars. Absolutely. I don’t think there’s anybody else who can be called that. Would you call Brad Pitt a Superstar? Do I think Brad Pitt can do what we do? Absolutely not! Brad Pitt gets scripts and lines to study months ahead of time and he has a very controlled setting in which he looks the best he possibly can. He has makeup on, there’s lighting, there’s people doing the sound and everything. We go out there on live TV every Monday night and kill it. That’s where the entertainment part comes in. It’s more entertaining than a Brad Pitt movie. There are no retakes, you know? There’s no Take 1, Take 2–”I screwed that up, let me do it again.” IF we screw up, we screw up. That’s the entertaining part.

Entertaining was your baseball analogy equating John Cena to the Yankees-which caused him to punch you. But let’s follow that analogy a bit further. Earlier this century, your Chicago Cubs and the Boston Red Sox were quite similar. Then the Red Sox were quite the equivalent of baseball’s nouveau riche, effectively placing that franchise and fan base in line with the Yankees. Won’t the same thing happen to the Cubs when they win? And what about you? If you continue to win, wont you in turn become what you hate?

Possibly. We’ll have to wait and see. Is the same thing going to happen to me? It’s quite possible. That’s life, though. I really think it depends on the person. Am I going to change? Absolutely not. I'm not changing anything. Will the WWE Universe maybe get sick of me? I think the people get sick of anything if it's shoved down their throat. I think free-thinking people like variety, and they like change. There’s no reason why multiple people can’t be marketed correctly and in everybody’s face constantly so there’s a choice.

[Punk ruffles the feathers (and tie) of new COO Triple H (Raw, 8/1/11), and hopes for a retro design akin to, in his words, “Bret Hart’s Title” (above left).]

One thing you did change is your entrance music, to Living Colour’s “Cult of Personality.” Did you consider anything else?

No, that was the one. It was a throwback to my Indie days, but it also just fit. I have tremendous guts, I’d like to say, and it was just a gut feeling that this was the right thing to do, to change my music now. Did I like my old song? Absolutely. Was it recognizable? Sure, I had it for five years. Was it time for a change? Was it a risky thing? Yes and yes. But ultimately, I think it was the right move. I haven't been able to get the song out of my head since last Monday. It’s a song that came out in 1989, when I was on my little league team, and now it just jumped into the iTunes Top 200. That’s powerful. That should speak volumes to the WWE management. They should say, “Holy crap, this kid has the power to do something like that. Let’s see what else he can do.”

What’s really different now that you’re back? What are we going to see that’s not status quo?

I don’t want to ruin any surprises, but i will tell you that when the Ramones were voted into the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame. This is, after all, the establishment that shunned the entire band for its entire career, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He was extremely adamant that, “No, you don’t get the privilege of having the Ramones in your little club.” My good friend, Lars Frederickson [of the band Rancid], got on the phone and said, “Marky, listen to me. You almost have responsibility to the underground to accept this award and be in the Hall of Fame to show that you are as big as the Beatles, you’re as good as Led Zeppelin, all these mainstream bands that the Ramones maybe never got credit on the same level as.” And that’s kind of how I feel about WWE right now. I’m a guy who, for all intents and purposes, never should have even made it to WWE. Then I had roadblock after roadblock thrown in my way. Not only did I get past those roadblock thrown in my way. Not only did I get past those roadblocks, I did it while flipping off the people who put up those roadblocks. I feel I have a responsibility to the younger wrestlers on the roster, the ones that aren't signed yet, and the future of wrestling as a whole, to help make this place better, and to change this place. I certainly can't change it by sitting on my couch in Chicago.

#cm punk #magazine scan #magazine transcript

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dancerofhyrule · 2 years

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Love how Tumblr decides not to show my art in certain tags yet it will show a text post no one cares about that got less than 5 likes

#/neg #obviously #partly why i'm quote unquote inactive here #i show something and get lucky if i get a reblog #even luckier if my art shows up in the tags #and like i'm grateful for any attention i do get #but i always feel ignored. felt pretty ignored by quite a few people all my life #idk if i'm just unlucky or if i have poor social skills but i feel like i never get acknowleged #and then i never show my stuff 'cause i'm always like no one will pay attention to it #even worse my very mean brain will say 'likes aren't good enough they HAVE to be talking to you about your work'#which. like i said i'm grateful for getting even a single crumb of attention #i want to talk so badly about the stuff i make and yet when i do i either don't actually have much to say or the conversation #ends up short lived. at least. it feels like it #and i always feel like it's my fault #am i grateful? am i? sometimes i don't even know myself #and yet i feel like an attention seeker when i try to boost my work #so i just don't bother most of the time #ugh geez i'm really sorry for turning this into a whole vent in the tags #i need to stop i feel like i'm gonna cry anyway #i'm sorry if i'm ever annoying boring or ungrateful #wall of tags

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Snake in the Garden Pt 2~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello, everybody! And welcome to part 2 of Snake in the Garden! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I can't wait to see what you guys think. There will be a couple more parts after this one, so be on the lookout! At the end I will have a taglist of people. If you would like to be added, don't hesitate to comment. Again, I'm sorry if Lucifer is OOC. I tried my best. As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2877

Warnings: Swearing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Companionship, Possessive Tendencies, Ignoring One's Wishes

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I sighed as I shifted in the large King sized bed. It was quite comfortable with red silk sheets, fuzzy blankets and so many pillows one could almost make an igloo. While the mattress was quite huge, I wasn’t given much room to move. Currently His Majesty had his inky black arms wrapped around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. The heat of his breath and body felt hotter than the fires of Hell. I tried to shift again but he just cuddled closer. “Just five more minutes, darling.”

“Please, Lucifer-”

“I love it when you say my name,” he purred.

“I really need to go to the bathroom. I promise I’ll come right back.”

He hummed and I shuddered as his claws lightly tapped at my hip. “I suppose I can allow it. But do be quick, I’ll miss you.”

His grip loosened and I was quick to sit up. Fast walking to the bathroom, I shut and locked the door behind me. While there was no doubt in my mind he could use some magic to open the door if he wanted to, the lock soothed some sense of protection in me. A sigh of relief escaped me as I sat on the toilet and let my hands run down my face. I didn’t really need to use the bathroom, it was just a lame excuse to get away for a few minutes. After all, it had only been a few hours since I found out my little Red was actually the Devil himself and I was being ushered into the role of Queen of Hell. I shook my head as I tried to get rid of the look of adoration he held in his eyes throughout the night. It was frightening. Silently, I played with the hem of my favorite color nightgown as I tried to think of a way out of this.

It’s not like I could kill him. He seemed pretty agile on his feet and with magic on his side he’d be able to stop a fatal blow.

Leaving wasn’t an option either. There was palace staff everywhere, little demons with suits waiting for their master’s beck and call. The property was guarded by David and Goliath as well. Besides, I didn’t really know the layout of the castle and would just be going in blind, despite the elaborate tour I had gotten.

The final thought was to play into his game, make him believe I was in love with him. I mentally gagged. Not only did I think I wouldn’t be able to handle pretending to be a fan of his courtship, I feel he would be able to sniff out my intentions right away. He was an ancient being of many eons after all and he had a previous wife.

I looked up from my thoughts and gazed at the Victorian stained glass window in front of me. The window was able to be pulled apart in the middle as there was a latch on either side. Hold on a minute.

I got up and stalked over, undoing the golden latch quietly. Looking down, I gulped at how high up we were. The dead grass seemed miles away. Perhaps if I got a rope of some sort I’d be able to climb out?

“Darling, are you almost done in there? It’s getting quite lonely out here.”

“C-coming!”

I quickly closed the window, flushed the toilet, and turned on the sink. Can’t have him believing I was a liar already. A few seconds later I shut off the sink and unlocked the door. Opening it, I could see Lucifer’s gaze shift towards me and a smile peeled at his lips. He patted the empty side of the bed so I slowly walked over. I peeled back the thin black curtain that surrounded the four poster bed and sat. His claws slid across the blankets and planted themselves on my thigh, his thumb rubbing the flesh tenderly. “I’ve canceled all my meetings for the day to help try and get you more situated, dear. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“I suppose.”

I turned my head to glance at the blankets, my fingers drawing patterns being more entertaining. Suddenly a knock at the door had us both looking towards it. “Sire, breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you. We’ll be down in a few.”

“Of course, Sire.”

I heard little footsteps scurry away. “I guess that’s our cue to get up.”

He pulled back the blankets and I blushed upon seeing him shirtless and with boxers that had apples all over. I had forgotten that’s how he went to bed. He slipped past me and headed to a dark oak wardrobe across from the bed and opened it. Lucifer shifted through the various clothes before deciding on something. He brought out two hangers and laid them on the bed. One was the white suit that he wore yesterday and the other was a lacy white blouse, velvety green skirt and black boots. “I’ll admit I don’t have many options for you to wear as of right now. We’ll have to go shopping together sometime soon. I hope this will suffice for now.”

“It’s fine, thank you.”

I slid off the bed, grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I locked the door and began to strip. It took me a few minutes to do up the buttons on the blouse but once I was done I walked back into the bedroom. Lucifer was just putting on his boots while I draped my nightgown over the back of a chair. “Well don’t you just look enchanting, my dear.”

“Always the charmer, aren’t you?” “I’m just stating the truth.”

He leaned over and gave my cheek a kiss. I just huffed. “Shall we go?”

I nodded. Interlocking our arms together, Lucifer led the way to the dining room. It was quite the grand room with a chandelier hanging above the large table. The blonde pulled out my chair for me and scooted it in once I had sat. He placed himself across from me and as soon as we were situated a few castle staff came out. They placed a mug in front of each of us, a dark roast coffee smell emitting from it. Plates were put on the table as well. A couple of eggs, sausage and bacon were put in the form of a happy face, something I’m sure Lucifer had a hand in. Breakfast was quiet as the King looked over his newspaper and I poked at my food. From what I ate it was quite good, just uncomfortable with those red eyes gazing at me every once in a while.

When the table was cleared, the two of us walked towards the Devil’s workshop. Lucifer gently pushed me into a black high backed chair as he sat on a stool on a podium. I looked at all the rubber ducks that filled the various containers spread throughout the room wondering why. Why rubber ducks? Why so many?

“I hope you don’t mind me working on my latest creation, dearest.”

“Not at all. But, um, what am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, how foolish of me! Here you are.”

A book materialized on the table in front of me and I realized it was one of my favorites. “I hope that is alright.”

I nodded and flipped it open. For a few hours our time was spent like this: him working on his latest invention and I reading. A little bit in I became a bit restless. I placed my book down and gazed around the small room. Besides the rubber ducks and table I sat at, there were other various knick knacks on bookshelves, tools hanging on the walls and some framed photos. The photos had the same three people in them: Lucifer, a beautiful blonde woman and a young blonde girl. Could that be his wife and daughter he mentioned before? “And, done!”

Lucifer spun on his stool to face me and proudly held out his creation. It was a yellow rubber duck with red music notes painted all over it. “How…interesting.”

He stood and placed the duck in my hands. “I know it may look normal, but this is no ordinary duck. Here,” he squeezed the wings and suddenly music came spilling from its beak.

It was a romantic tune, one I didn’t recognize but sounded familiar. It sounded like a song I’d hear play from the church I’d walk past every day. “It’s music from my birth place. The tune was often played at our festivities and it just reminded me of you.”

“Well, thank you, I guess.”

I sat the duck down on the table and sighed. There he goes with the romantic gestures again. “Is it not to your liking, my love?”

“No, it's just…nevermind.”

I could feel his hands wrap around my shoulders and I tensed. “What’s wrong, Y/n? You’ve been off all day.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!”

“I want to go home. My actual home on Earth. I, I don’t belong here, Lucifer.”

I could feel tears in my eyes as I gazed down at my hands in my lap. The hands on my shoulders squoze. “You know I can’t do that, sweetie. Your place is by my side here in Hell.”

I clenched my hands and bit my lip. Anger started to slowly rise within me. I stood fast, Lucifer’s hands flying off my shoulders. “How can you decide where I belong? You’re not my father nor are you my husband. Can’t you see how much I hate it here? How much I hate you?!”

His eyes widened and I rushed out of the room. I heard him call for me but I just ignored it. Tears fell down my cheeks as I let my legs carry me throughout the palace till I reached the outside. I fell to the ground near a hand carved stone bench and let my feelings out. I truly didn’t want to be courted by the Devil and no way did I want to remain in my own personal hell. Why couldn’t things be back to normal where I could tend to my garden and have Red join me? Red, that damn snake. Why did he have to come into my life? If only I hadn’t let my kind nature tend to him, then perhaps I’d still be home. “Damn him! DAMN HIM!”

I slammed my hands on the bench and continued to cry. It felt like an eternity till all my crying had ceased and I took the time to look around. That’s when I noticed something in the overgrowth surrounding the fence on the property. I stood and made my way over, pulling at the wiry, thorny brush. My eyes widened as I saw a hole in the fence. Could this be a sign from God? Was he giving me a way out? I looked back at the palace and then back to the fence. As much as I wanted to leave now I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. Lucifer was no doubt looking for me and leaving would only heighten his upset emotions. I’ll just have to keep this in mind.

I moved the brush back to how it was originally and stepped away, just in time too. One of the servants came out from the glass doors and headed towards me. “Miss Y/n, His Majesty has been looking all over for you! He’s been worried sick!”

I didn’t say anything as he gently grabbed my hand, dragging me inside. “Come along. He’ll be glad to see you in one piece.”

The next few days Lucifer and I spent walking on eggshells around each other. There was an awkward air about us as we went about our days. I suppose my outburst was the cause of it. Even with our hesitation, the demon did his best to court me. Meals were spent in each other’s presence at close proximity, gifts of flowers, rubber ducks and long walks around the property were fairly common, and intimacy was at an all time high. Lucifer had to have his hands on me at all times and kisses on the cheeks and forehead happened at every turn. It was about a week later that His Majesty decided it was time we went out into the city. One of the servants drove us in and the ride over I was given some guidelines. “You are to stay by my side at all times. Pentagram City is quite the dangerous place. If somebody gets too close, I will deal with it personally. Anybody that talks to you will go through me and please dear, don’t hesitate to have fun.”

I’ll try with the short leash you have on me.

The car stopped and Lucifer and I got out. He stooped to the window and whispered something to the driver before coming to my side. Interlocking our arms, we began our walk. “I thought some fresh air away from home would do us both some good, my darling. Besides, this will give us a chance to look for some clothes for you.”

I nodded. As we walked down the sidewalk I could feel a dozen stares pointed in our direction, whispers about our presence floating amongst the civilians. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind but with all the gawking I felt a bit shy. As we passed by an ornate window display, he stopped suddenly. “This seems right up your alley, sweetie.”

He pulled us inside the store. We stood at the entryway and I couldn’t help but gaze at the various clothes. It seemed this shop was more on the posh end, with skirts, dresses and fancy blouses decorating the mannequins. The store itself was a bit busy as customers wandered, but as soon as we entered all eyes were on us. I did my best to shrink into myself while Lucifer puffed out his chest in pride. “Your Majesty, welcome! How grand of you to grace us with your presence! How can we help you today,” asked a female imp in black clothes.

“My darling here is lacking a wardrobe at home, so I thought it fit to come and look around.”

The woman looked me up and down and smiled. “I’m sure we can find something for your sweetheart. If you’d like to follow me please we can start looking at some pieces.”

I looked to the short man beside me and he just nodded in her direction. “Don’t be shy, dear.”

The two of us followed along as the imp pointed out some options, Lucifer stating his opinion on each one. When we had grown quite the collection, we were led to the fitting rooms in the back. The King perched himself on a plush bench as I stepped into one of the smaller rooms. As I was getting dressed, I heard a phone going off. The circus ringtone rang throughout the store until it stopped when the person picked up. “Charlie, sweetie, how are you?”

I stopped upon hearing Lucifer’s voice. “That’s great to hear. You and Maggie had a good date the other night? Wonderful. How have things at the hotel been? Any recent sinners looking to be redeemed?”

Redeemed? I scooted closer to the curtain to listen in. “I see. Heaven is giving you a hard time, eh?”

Heaven? “What am I up to? Oh your old man is just taking a stroll through town. Listen Charlie, I am quite busy at the moment. How about I give you a call later, okay? Alright sounds good. Buh bye. How’s it going in there, Y/n?”

I stepped out and a smirk rested itself on his face. “My, my. Don’t you look lovely. You know, if we were back at home I don’t think I could hold myself back from ravishing you.”

I felt a shudder go up my spine. Gross!

“I like that blouse on you. It brings out your eyes very nicely. How about trying some more on for dear ole Luci?”

“O-okay.”

I slammed the curtain shut and let myself gag at what he had said earlier. How very forward of him. Now about this hotel…maybe this could be my ticket out of here.

“Lucifer?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Oh, that was my daughter Charlie!”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a great relationship with her?”

“I don’t, but we’re working on it. I’m helping her with her little passion project.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Gotcha.

“The Hazbin Hotel. She believes she can solve Hell’s population problem by getting sinners redeemed into Heaven. I honestly don’t see the point, but if helping brings us closer together then I’ll be there for her.”

“I see.” Perhaps if I went the Princess of Hell could get me back to Earth!

After I had tried everything on, we went to the checkout counter and bought a few pieces. I carried the bags back to the car and the whole time I brewed up a plan on how to escape.

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venusbby · 1 year

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being rin's roommate had its pros and cons.

he was always quiet, minding his own business. he never really brought any trouble (except the few times he came home with an injury and expected you to let him deal with it himself) and that's what made living with him easier.

but sometimes, just sometimes, it feels like he's been forced to live with you.

you wouldn't say you were overly social or a person who could be friends with anyone they like, but god, every time you talked, rin acted like you were the most uninteresting person ever. when clearly, you were the most chill person on the planet.

exaggeration, yes. but it's not wrong to say that you weren't a loud person. you preferred silence just as much as he did. so why did he look like he's living with a totally different person?

that blank expression, his lips pressed in a straight line and those undeniably pretty lashes of his- as much as you had grown to like the look he always gave you, it was so damn frustrating. always the same stupid look, the look which made your stomach flip even though he didn't smile or show amusement.

you never knew what was going on his head.

eventually, he noticed the effort you put in to be his friend (when all you did was stare at him every time he was doing something, as if to remind him, "stop ignoring me!!! stop. ignoring. me.") and your 'friendship' was finally happening. (he felt a little scared.)

it was all going quite nicely, even though rin was still not that talkative. you knew he was just.. like that. you wouldn't expect him to change his ways. all you wanted was to help him get as comfortable as you were in this apartment, and it definitely worked.

after weeks and weeks of progress, it finally came to a point where rin was so comfortable that he even asked you to join his horror movie marathon.

and it was a big mistake, he realized, when you stood in the doorway of his bedroom with a sheepish look on your face.

"what do you want."

rin's irritated voice made you huff. he was already under his covers, but hadn't slept even though it had been almost an hour after the last movie. you felt incredibly jealous of how warm he must be, shuddering and entering his room without saying a word. a new level of comfortable.

oh, how much you loved his expressions- like how was staring at you like you were a fly that wouldn't leave him alone.

"shut up," you hushed, lifting the covers and climbing into his bed, cutting him off just as he was about to complain, "and move."

now, you laid next to your roommate who had started to consider pushing you off the bed. "this is fucking ridiculous. what the- what are you doing?" he hissed, watching you shift closer and pull the covers over yourself.

you sighed, ignoring him. "that last movie was.. something."

he groaned, staring at the ceiling just like you, avoiding the way your sides touched. "you insisted on watching it all the way, not me."

"yeah, but then i kept seeing that fucking old lady from the movie in the corner of my room. so, now im here."

"we are never doing this again. you hear me?"

"whatever, just let me sleep here tonight. it's 2 AM already, i'll be out of your room by 6."

rin cursed under his breath, turning quickly so that his back was facing you. this bed wasn't even made for two people. he closed his eyes, hoping to drift off as soon as possible so that he could just forget that you were in the same bed as him. there was no way he would let you notice the reason for his frantic movements.

his peace lasted for mere seconds before it was interrupted by the sound of shuffling and the mattress slightly sinking near his side when you wrapped your arm around him.

his eyes shot open and he stilled, hearing you softly apologize, your voice closer to his ear this time.

"i have a habit, sorry."

rin was losing his mind and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to exist tomorrow.

"you're fine." he rushed his words faster than anything, breathing out when you shifted even closer with what sounded like a silent laugh. "just go to sleep, fuck's sake."

there were no more horror movie nights after this, that's for sure. but now rin's got a bigger problem and that is dealing with these stupid feelings he has for you.

he really was losing his mind.

#itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x y/n #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock headcanons #blue lock manga #itoshi brothers #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock rin #idk what this is #but anything to annoy rin? im in

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 8 months

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Prettier With You - Lando Norris

It was another early morning that you were going to spend by yourself. Race weekends were simultaneously your favourite days as well as your worst. You got to see Lando doing what he did best, but it also meant he was away from home.

This was one of the weekends that you weren't able to join him in the wonderous country he was racing in. As you did every morning (every evening for Lando), you rolled out of bed and sat on the balcony.

You could see the sun just poking over the horizon, the orange glow that followed was drifting up into the sky like a haze. You took a moment to take it in, before you pulled your phone out of your pocket and found Lando's contact, which was at the top of your 'last dialled' list.

After a few shrill rings, you were met with a "Hey, baby. How are you doing?" from the love of your life. "I'm good, I'm good. The sun rise is really pretty over here," you smiled, looking to the side as if he were sat right next to you.

"The sunset is really pretty over here," he told you, the thought that you were both looking at the exact same scene, thousands of miles apart made his heart flutter. Even if you weren't with him, there was always a piece of you with him wherever he went.

"The sky is all orange, and it's like it's glowing," you told him, your hand tracing mindless circles on your thigh like Lando would normally do. "It's just like that here, the view from my room is great. Not quite the same as from our balcony, but it's still nice," he nodded.

Instinctively, he turned to his side, the empty space forming into you, the sun glowing golden on your face and highlighting your features. It was at this point you'd normally lean into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing your head.

He loved the way the light kissed your skin, lighting your face up and your eyes were practically illuminated. "Hey, you there?" you asked after not receiving a response from him to an earlier statement. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking," he chuckled.

"About what?" you queried.

"I just wish you were here, with me, and we could watch the sunset together. Or the sunrise, either is fine," he sighed, leaning against the rails of the balcony outside his hotel room. You felt the same, longing to be with him. "When you get home, we can get up every morning and stay up every night to see it,"

"Yeah, I like that idea," he said, and both of you fell quiet as both of your eyes settled back on the sun. A lot of people like to think that they could see the moon at the same time when they were apart, both of them sitting under the same starry sky.

For the two of you, you liked knowing that you were both lit up by the same beacon of vermillion in the sky, its rays of warmth wrapping you up and smothering you when the other couldn't. "You know, this is really pretty, but it'd be prettier with you," he broke the short silence.

"Mhm," you managed to hum out, his comment making tears prick at the back of your eyes. It hit something in your heart, something that triggered a great feeling of loneliness and melancholy. You were used to him being gone a lot, but you just missed him that extra bit more right now.

This was one of those times you were supposed to spend together, not thousands of miles apart. The chair next to you was empty, when it was supposed to be filled. His side of the bed was vacant, when it was supposed to be slept in. Your hand was left loose, when it was supposed to be held.

"You OK?" he asked, his tone turning concerned.

"Yeah, course. I'm fine," you said, your voice cracking slightly as you wiped away the tears that had started to slip down your cheeks. "Baby, come on, what's wrong. There's no point in lying to me," he said, and you sighed in defeat.

"I just-" you started, as a higher volume of tears fell from your eyes, "I just really miss you. I mean, I always miss you, but right now I really miss you," you sniffled, trying to ignore the burn in your throat.

"Please don't cry, baby, I know, it's hard. I wish you could come everywhere with me," he said to you, trying to hold the tears back too. If he could have gotten on a plane and flown home to you right then and there, then he would have. "I will be home in two days, that's all we have to wait," he said, trying to make you feel better.

"But I want you now..." you whispered, so quietly he had to stop breathing to hear it. Your voice was delicate as a feather, light enough to be dropped with one blow. "I know, I get it. I want you now as well," he said, pulling his phone back from his ear to see you as his home screen.

It was a picture he had taken the first time you had watched the sunset together. You were coloured in crimson, and it was a candid shot of you laughing at something he had said. He could hear your giggles, and he could feel your presence beside him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and pictured you there, hearing the sweet sounds of your voice reverberating around the space. For that moment, the world was at peace. Nothing could possibly interrupt the heavenly bliss of the daydream he was having.

You were both at home, and you had each other. "I guess we just have to wait," you sniffled, staring as the sun was nearly fully over the horizon. "I guess we do," he agreed, watching as the last remnants of light disappeared over the skyline, the moon taking its place as the light in the sky.

It was day and night, sun and moon, light and dark. Two opposites that perfectly attracted one another. Two stark differences that were magnetically drawn to the other. But that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

It was meant to be the sun and the clouds, or the moon and the stars. One or the other. Not both. "I love you Lando, you know that?" you asked, your aching heart needing to hear it as if it were a painkiller that could temporarily soothe the pain.

"I know baby, I love you too," he smiled, a few tears slipping onto his cheeks. It wouldn't be so long until you saw each other, but every second that ticked by made the wait more agonizing.

A/N - So, thank you to the lovely @pinkswaet for the idea, I really appreciate it! At the moment, I am working on all of my requests and part 2s that I have promised you at some point, so then I don't have any loose ends and can carry on posting new stuff without stressing about the old stuff. If you have any requests, please do submit them, they are my favourite things to write. If you have already made a request, it is on the way! Love you all 💖💖

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How I Met Her Mother | Tighnari x Reader

Romantic: Tighnari x Collei's Parent! Reader

(Notes: none) (gender neutral reader) (reader is Collei's adoptive parent)

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When Paimon and the traveler discover Tighnari's ties with Collei's adoptive parent, he begins to reminisce about their past together.

Tighnari watched from outside his hut as you walked with Collei on the path below, smiling and chatting comfortably in the afternoon light. He took note of how your eyes seemed to sparkle, and how genuinely relaxed you seemed.

The sight, which was becoming more and more rare by the day, made his lips curve up into a soft smile. For as long as he'd known you, he'd found that seeing you happy happened to be his favorite thing, and now was no exception to that.

He recalled the letters you'd sent to him in Gandharva Ville just a few months prior, wincing at how anxious and worried you had seemed back them. Of course, there were plenty of reasons to feel that way in Sumeru these days, but something about seeing you that way had always gotten to him in ways that other people's fears never had. He didn't want you to have to worry, even if the feeling was very much warranted.

That was why he had ultimately suggested you move to Gandharva Ville, hoping it would at least ease your worries a little. Luckily, it seemed to be helping so far. If nothing else, it meant you could be closer to Collei all the time, which made you feel a lot better.

"Tighnari, hello?" A high pitched voice startled him out of his wandering thoughts, and he turned to see Paimon floating out of his hut with the traveler following behind her.

"What is it, Paimon?" He sighed, crossing his arms and glancing back towards where you and Collei had stopped walking to take a seat on a couple of rocks next to the river below.

"Paimon was just going to tell you we're ready to head out, but you seem distracted." The pixie replied, floating closer and following his gaze to where you and the green haired girl were sitting. "Who is that?" She pointed at you, and Tighnari quickly looked away, both to hide the hint of pink in his face and to prevent himself from continuing to stare. Once he felt he'd recovered, he turned back to the pair calmly and pushed himself to stand up from the wall he'd been leaning against.

"Oh, they're Collei's adoptive parent," he explained, "They recently moved to Gandharva Ville to be closer to her and help with her Eleazar."

"Her adoptive parent?" Paimon repeated, "But they don't look any older than you!" He chuckled at this, knowing you got that a lot. You always had the best responses when people commented on how young you looked for someone who was the parent of a teenager. Usually it was something like 'yeah, I moisturize' or 'then it seems my sacrifices for eternal youth have been working.' Unfortunately, Tighnari wasn't quite as creative as you.

"They aren't," He replied simply, "But when Cyno brought her back from Mondstat after she was freed from Dottore, Y/n was the one that stepped up to help her, despite being fairly young themselves. They've been caring for her ever since."

"They seem very kind," Aether smiled, "I hope we get to meet them soon."

"I'm sure you will," Tighnari replied simply, "But we should get going now. Those withering zones aren't going to destroy themselves." With that, he headed down the wooden bridge and began leading the way towards their target area, happy to have been able to change the subject.

Although he didn't mind talking about you and especially the kind things you'd done for Collei and everyone else in Gandharva Ville, it was also a blatant reminder that he still had yet to tell you the truth about his feelings, something he preferred to avoid thinking about.

Unfortunately, it seemed Paimon's curiosity about the topic of you still had yet to be satiated as the three of them made their way to the first withering zone.

"You seem to know Collei's parent pretty well Tighnari!" She chirped, completely ignorant to his embarrassment when it came to talking about you, "How did you two meet, anyway?"

"How did we meet?" He repeated, a warm feeling enveloping him as the old memories surfaced. "It's a long story, but I suppose I could tell it. We have time now, after all." With that, he took in a breath before starting at the beginning.

..........

You and Tighnari had both been students of the Amurta Darshan of the Akademiya. You had one or two classes together, but ended up interacting very little since his studies focused more on plants and nature while yours revolved around medicine.

But that all changed one day when he had been injured while doing some field research for a project. He was brought into the infirmary and you, who had been participating in a work-study under the nurse there, were the one to treat him.

Though Tighnari couldn't remember the details of his visit very well anymore, he still vividly recalled how kind you had been to him. Even though he had very obviously been injured due to his own stubbornness and refusal to wait to finish the assignment, you had been very patient while helping him heal. When he looked at you, there had been no judgement in your eyes, only a strong desire to help.

"I'm Y/n." You'd introduced yourself upon entering the room, "I don't care how you ended dup here; what matters is that you get better now. I'm still an apprentice, but I'll do my best to help you."

Since the Akademiya's environment tended to be so hostile, that was the kindest anyone had been to him since his arrival, and it really stuck out to him.

Even after he was able to leave the infirmary, the two of you had decided to keep in touch. Since you were part of the same Darshan, it wasn't difficult, either. You often studied together, ran into one another in the halls, or attended the same school events. The more time you two spent together, the more you found yourselves getting along, and the more time he wanted to spend with you.

He could vividly remember graduating with you and Cyno, and how bittersweet that day had been.

Yes, it was everything you'd worked for over the last years spent at the Akademiya. But it also meant you'd all be going your separate ways, and that he might not get to see you again for a while.

Even though you promised to keep in touch, he knew your visits would be infrequent now that you were moving to the desert to practice medicine there.

And for a while, he was right.

..........

When Cyno showed up in Gandharva Ville with Collei, it had been during one of the rare occasions where you were visiting.

At first, Tighnari had been a little irritated at the interruption. That was, until you both saw the little girl that the matra had brought with him. He'd never seen a child look so scarred and fearful before, and it must have touched your heart as much as it did his, because then you were pulling Cyno aside and demanding to know what had happened.

He hadn't planned on bringing you into the situation originally, taking Collei to Gandharva Ville to ask Tighnari if he'd be willing to look after her instead. But as soon as you heard everything the girl had gone through, you insisted on being the one to look after her.

Tighnari had always admired how caring you were, and your insistence on being the one to help Collei had only further proved to him how wonderful of a person you were.

You ended up extending your stay in Gandharva Ville after that, which he was so far from being opposed to that it was almost laughable.

As he'd expected, you and Collei bonded a great deal during that time, and within just a few weeks, she seemed to be doing a lot better. She went up and tugged on Cyno's cloak one day, catching his attention when he'd been reading a book.

"What is it, Collei?" He asked softly, bending down to the girl's level.

"C-can I stay with Y/n?" She asked, pointing to where you stood in the distance, bandaging up a wounded forest ranger. Cyno's face softened.

"Of course, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you help them out for the day."

"No," Collei shook her head, trying to find the words to explain her feelings, "I want to stay with them all the time." Now the white haired man understood what she was implying, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you want Y/n to adopt you?" He asked, to which she nodded eagerly. He smiled, standing back up and motioning for her to follow him. "I'm sure they'd be happy to take you in. Come on, let's go ask them."

And the rest was history. You, of course, gladly adopted Collei. For a while, you lived in Gandharva Ville with her because it seemed to be the place that made her the happiest. You even fought with your employer to let you commute to work in Sumeru City if it meant you could raise her there, and they eventually gave in.

Those were the years Tighnari remembered being the happiest; when you were nearby and happy yourself.

Somewhere down the line, he ended up becoming Collei's mentor. She had a love for the forest and the people around her, as well as a thirst for knowledge that he was happy to nurture.

As she got older, you started to feel like you might be stifling her, and eventually moved to Sumeru City in an attempt to both make your own life easier and give her the space she needed to continue growing. You constantly wrote to and visited both her and Tighnari though, and were always checking in as well.

..........

It was only when Collei's Eleazar got worse that you finally moved back to Gandharva Ville to support her, and times had been tough ever since.

Tighnari could tell the stress was taking a huge toll on you, even if you tried not to let her see that. Plus, going back and forth to Sumeru City for work every day to do an already taxing job wasn't easy.

As much as he had wanted to confess all his feelings to you the second you moved back to Gandharva Ville, it wasn't the right time. So instead, he'd kept it inside. He didn't want to stress you out any further; he couldn't do that to you. If it meant saving you even just a little bit of worry, he was willing to keep his feelings inside for as long as it might take.

Now, he returned to his hut in Gandharva Ville, glancing over to Collei's to see you exiting with a smile on your face, presumably having just said goodnight to her. As soon as you turned away though, it fell into a frown as you started the walk back to your own hut.

You spotted Tighnari on the way though, smiling again as you waved at him. He waved back, a melancholy feeling taking over him. Finally, he turned to go back into his own hut.

'I wish I could take all your worries away.'

..........

Part 2

Part 3

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xxcallmemaryxx · 10 months

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Hi, I have a little personal request nad I hope u feel comfortable doing it.

most of the time - if not all the time - i hate talking and that's why a lot of people tend to think i dislike everyone, but is just my social anxiety, so I want some fluff about the ghoul with a reader that it's really reserved and bc of that other members from the clergy usually ignore them, please <3

Its almost as if you just took a peak into my life anon, I deal with the exact same thing.

Mountain took one look at you, one sniff in your direction, and pretty much claimed you. If anyone of the ghouls is going to get it… it’s gonna be mountain.

I mean… I feel like he is kind of the same right? He feels no desire to constantly be talking. He feels no desire to constantly be social. Those who took the time to know Mountain, understand that he will happily sit in silence and consider that bonding time.

So when he took the time to know you, you clicked right away. He sees a lot of himself in you and it’s refreshing for him to have someone who really gets it.

There’s quite a big part of Mountain that loves the quiet moments the two of you share. When you sneak away to the woods on the Abbey property, or when the rest of the ghouls are off doing whatever it is they decided to do that day, and it’s just the two of you. Alone.

For Mountain, he doesn’t see this as a challenge to find you more friends or introduce you to people to ‘help’ you. Should you want to do so, of course he would support you. But the comfort comes from knowing you can be silent, just sitting with him… or with the other ghouls or whoever it is you want to be around and do exactly that. There’s no pressure to talk. There’s no pressure to fill the silence. And every time he notices how comfortable you are with him… he feels his heart soar.

He is almost positive that you can hear it, when it’s just the two of you. Perhaps you’re curled up with him in his room, or cozied up under a nice tree on a warm day. When the two of you sit down for breakfast, still half asleep with your eyes barely open… he is just positive… that you can hear his heart beating for you.

Rain would be kind of similar. Although he definitely likes to get involved and steal the spotlight every now and then… he will never put you in a position where you feel like you need to step up for him.

Rains heart is massive, he has so much room in his life for every single friend he could possibly make. He saw you, on your own, it took one second for him to decide he was having none of that and took you under his wing. You two have been inseparable ever since.

He keeps you close. The day Rain learned you felt a sense of safety with him. It was game over honestly… you’ve not gone a day without seeing or hearing from him. He gets so excited that he is your safety net. Sometimes too excited, because he has never been the safety net before. He has always had the safety net. And when he sees just how comfortable you feel with him, he gets all fuzzy and happy and soft and forgets to settle himself.

Of course he understands that he isn’t always going to see you, and he isn’t always going to hear from you. And he can be patient, and can wait for you to feel ready to come find him again. He knows that it may take a few hours, maybe a few days. And even when he is just itching to lock the two of you in your room and crawl into bed with you and soak up your presence again… he must wait. He is a good boy though… he waits for you every time and tells you just how proud of you he is every. Time.

Dew is a whole other story. He saw you, sitting on your own and just… didn’t really understand why. Like, why aren’t you interacting with other people? Why aren’t you sitting with your friends? Where are your friends? He wants to know. He needs to know.

So he plopped down right next to you and started rattling off all the questions he could think of. It was a rough start to your friendship to say the least. But, he made it his mission to know you. And boy, did it take time. But your world and his world were so vastly different that he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Fast forward to now, he has realised a lot about himself. And now he comes to you when he needs to step away for a bit. Dew has quite literally given you so much confidence, in the sense that he showed you that even the most popular, impulsive and out of control ghouls can drain their social battery.

He might not completely understand just how difficult it can be to put on a smile and go be social all day when you just can’t do it. But thanks to you, he learnt that it’s important for him that he spends some time away from the noise and away from the world. It’s during those moments that your worlds connect, and the two of you find a kind of peace with each other. You both found something in each other that you’d never been able to find before. And as a result, the bond between the two of you grows with every passing night.

Aether gets it too, he has his friends and his popularity among the Clergy, but Aether will always chose to spend his nights, and his free time, doing his own thing. So when he met you, he couldn’t believe someone hadn’t already come and scooped you up and away from the rest of the world. To him, you were like a dream. He didn’t need to put on a mask around you. He didn’t need to put on a smile or put up a front that would convince you he was ready for action. He could breathe a little deeper, and knock down his walls.

Much like Mountain, he finds so much comfort knowing he can just chill out and do his own thing whilst in your presence. You don’t even have to be doing the same thing, Aether could be cooking up a storm in the kitchen and you could be perched happily on an empty counter, or on a chair nearby just reading a book.

There’s no pressure to have conversation, and there is no awkwardness when it’s quiet. It’s just lovely. Aether actually finds himself craving those moments with you. When he is away on tour, or if he has duties he needs to attend to or if he has been invited somewhere and his friends are relying on his presence. He just can’t stop thinking about how peaceful it is when he is with you. The content look on your face is enough to give him purpose in life.

Swiss and you are like polar opposites. He is similar to Dew in the sense that, he is well loved among the Clergy. He has looooots of people aiming to grab his attention even for just a little moment. And there’s a big part of him that loves it. He loves the attention he gets, he thinks it’s so fun. But then he got a taste of life with you. How drastic in difference it was to his normal day to day, or life on tour. It came as quite the shock when he realised just how much he enjoyed a quiet night in.

Now, Swiss will always be a party animal. And he will always love a killer night out, but he has grown quite fond of his nights with you. He refuses to tell anyone what you two get up to when he stays in with you. He gets a little bit possessive over you, worried that everyone else will want a taste of your company too.

Which of course would defeat the whole purpose of your reasoning for preferring to stay in, and he would rather drop dead, then allow anyone on this planet to make you uncomfortable or put you in a position where you need to exhaust your social battery.

Swiss would quite literally hide you away from the world and keep your quiet little moments he has grown to cherish so much all to himself.

When Phantom was still new, and was still trying to figure out his place in the Clergy. He kind of… clung to you? Like. He felt so safe and comfortable in your presence, it was exactly what he needed while he was settling in. And it wasn’t like you two met and then talked and then became friends….

No no. Phantom literally spotted you. His ghoul boy brain just went ‘yes’. Made his way over to you and without a word… sat next to you and continued studying the rest of the room. No words were exchanged. Aside from him blurting his name out, because of course you deserved to know who was going to be your shadow for the rest of forever. It was kind of awkward, and you were confused out of your mind.

But Phantom very quickly became a rock for you. He was familiar and comfortable and safe. God he was so safe. And to him… you were his anchor during the weird period of meeting people, finding his place and getting used to performing on stage.

Even now, after he has found his footing and gotten comfortable within his life in the Abbey, you are so so dear to him and you will always be the most important person on the planet to him.

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scruus · 10 months

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★̶̲ [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 ]

✎ sub kafka + dom gn reader notes: exhibitionism, finger sucking and fucking, public setting, no actual sex; this is inspired by a fav fic of mine i had read a few years ago on tumblr and i felt kafka would fit this scenario best. Also my writing style is a bit different here.

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ trash magic - lana del ray

“You know, this place has the best coffee, like ever!”, picking a tissue from the steel cup, you wiped the cream off your fingers.

Pressing your fingertips together, “shit”, they still felt sticky. Ugh you hated this feeling. It felt so wrong.

Kafka nods. Perhaps to your previously said statement or she understood the icky expression on your face because of the sticky remnants of the cream staining your fingers and agreeing to the discomfort.

The cafe wasn’t usually bustling on weekdays but ever since the news that some extremely handsome, gothic, tall man with pretty long hair has been serving coffees to young ladies with a smirk and a glare, the business has picked up alot.

“It doesn’t look like poor bladie is enjoying this”, kafka tugs her chin out to the counter he was at, before pulling the cup of hot chocolate, and the dollop of white cream on it, towards her grinning face.

“I don’t know if I should be scared or laughing my ass off-”, you muttered before taking another spoonful of the whipped cream, “probably the former”, and dropping it in your coffee cup, diluting it with the pretty spoon.

Kafka hummed in response. You noticed a few people linger their gazes around your table. It wasn’t too weird, especially when it was kafka seated across you.

A beautiful, gorgeous lady with hair so luscious; eyes resembling sharp gems screaming power; and those harnesses fitting her body like some sort of a bodycon dress. It made her shorts and shirt combo look way more sluttier than it was supposed to be.

It was more of a work outfit if you take out those black harnesses! (And ignore her curves)

Kafka licked her lips slowly, trying to get any leftovers of the drink on her mouth. But her tongue couldn’t reach that small spot above her upper lip.

“Kafka”, you signed to your own lips, “there’s some-”, hoping she will get the idea. Kafka smiled in return, leaning over the table, hands resting on them.

“Why don’t you help me?”, she asked in that sickening sweet voice. That tone in her voice always meant something more. It wasn’t that simple with Kafka.

Although feeling quite nervous, you tried to let it not show on your face. Nodding, you picked up a tissue and moved your hand towards her face.

“[y/n], I asked for your help”, she jerked her head away from the nearing tissue, her eyebrows cocking up, as if you failed to understand her question.

“Uh…what do you want me to do then?”, your hands were still paused in the air. Hesitant and confused.

Kafka’s eyes glinted. She took the tissue out of your hand, tossing it on the table. Not breaking eye contact, in all this time.

She takes your hand, placing your fingers on the bit of cream on her face perfectly, as if she herself positioned the sweetened thing and it wasn’t an accident from just sipping like a normal person.

But again, Kafka was never normal.

Your fingers scooped up the cream in one swift motion, all the while being guided by Kafka’s hand. You almost pulled your hands back but her grasp was still there. Softly holding your hand and letting it linger there.

Slowly she pulled your palm towards her mouth, your fingertips dancing across her lip on a rhythm set by herself. She parts her wet lips, taking two of your fingers inside her mouth (the cream was only on one).

And she starts sucking on them. Nibbling and coating your digits in her saliva. Swirling her tongue around and around like your fingers are some sort of a candy, a favourite of hers.

You curl your lips in, eyes widened, before uttering a lowly whisper-yell, “Kafka!”. But you didn’t pull your fingers out. You didn’t even pull your hand back. In fact, her palm is no longer clasped against your hand. Its on your wrist now.

There was no force though. No harsh grip. Nothing. She was just….touching you. While your fingers were trapped inside her mouth. So you had all the control to remove your hand from her mouth, but you didn’t.

Exhaling a soft needy moan, she continued to suckle on them. Oh, this is different. You felt this weird tightening in your gut. Your throat, dry. Your core, pulsing.

You push your fingers further inside, until your knuckles were touching her lips and your thumb was caressing her chin. Your fingertips prodded at the base of her tongue and you could feel her heartbeat increase in pace.

Her lips continued to form a tight circle around you, sucking you in till she was choking on it.

Kafka was now rubbing her legs together. She could feel something wet inside her panties. There was an unbearable hotness creeping up inside of her. The lit of a fiery passion.

“mmph fuck~”, she slobbers around your fingers, her throat constricting and you could see small veins pop up. Bits of drool trickled down, enough to stain her chin but not in such quantities that they would be dripping down.

However something else was dripping and you both knew very well what it was.

As much as this was hauntingly thrilling and embarrassing to you, you started to indulge in it. The squint in Kafka’s eyes, tears coating them; the shaking whimpers and moans escaping from her throat when she wasn’t entirely focused on being facefucked by your fingers.

“You do really like putting on a show in public”, you chuckle, noticing sets of stares at your table. It had suddenly turned quiet. Not the bustling mess it was a few minutes ago. From the corner of your eyes, you even see a blushing blade peeking at you two.

Just what in the hell are those two doing?, you laugh in your head, already aware of what he was thinking.

“mmhm”, Kafka nods. She suddenly turned so obedient and quiet. Well not like quiet quiet but more like submissive quiet. Like what she usually is when sexual tension between you two starts riling up and all her cool, snarky attitude falls down and she just becomes a dumb slut.

Her hands gripped on the leathered couch, fingers digging in and surely shredding a bit of it. It didn’t matter though. This was more important to her.

Her tongue was rummaging between your fingers, as if being played by them. So slimy and wet, she was salivating a lot more than usual. Your fingerpads were in her throat, and she chokes out a strangled moan. A tear finally escaping her eyes as she shuts them closed.

Did she cum?, startled, you pull your fingers out. A string of saliva forming a bridge before breaking apart quickly. A few drops of it falling on the table.

You didn’t wipe your hands. You stared at Kafka, alarmed and troubled. Although the heat flaring your cheeks may say your true intentions of making her cum in public, in front of so many people, it was also immensely embarrassing.

Kafka’s chest heaves up and down. Her bosom looking restrained under that tight shirt of hers. Sweat droplets forming on her forehead and her face so pretty and red.

Her parted lips were still coated in her saliva, red lipstick smudged. Oh and she has that look. The exact replica of when she climaxes underneath you.

But she smiles. Picking up the same tissue she tossed to the side and wiping her messy lipstick and dabbing that sweat away.

“As much as I would love to put on a show for everyone here”, ugh its that tone again, “-I would rather spread my cunt only for you to fuck into”, she takes out her wallet and places a 30 on the table. Acting as if the entire fucking café didn't just hear her say that.

“Keep the change”, her merry voice calls out to the very bewildered waiter. Before your blushing mess of a head can form a reply, she takes your trembling, drool covered hand, and exits the café.

#.rizzler #honkai star rail #sub honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr #hsr smut #kafka smut #dom reader #dom top reader #sub hsr #sub kafka #.kafka

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I love Wrio too!! And thanks for requesting!! I didn't know that someone wanted a part 2 to this little angst oneshot XD

I hope you enjoy! <33

Just Being Nice Pt. 2

Pt. 1 can be found here.

Wriothesley x Reader / Neuvillette x Reader

Warnings | angst with comfort, use of "y/n"

Wriothesley knew, deep down, that what he had with Lumine wouldn't last. Especially once she got done with her business in Fontaine. The breakup between them was quick, to say the least. Though, Lumine did offer to let him join her. To have Wriothesley travel with her and help her find her brother. The offer, at first, was tempting, but he knew his place was in Fontaine. He knew his place was with the Fortress of Meropide.

Not to mention that the thought of leaving ... hurt for some reason. He couldn't quite place the feeling.

Whatever that feeling was.

So he tried to ignore the ache in his heart by delving more into his work. Everyone seemed to take notice how he took less and less breaks throughout the days that passed. Though, most did seem to see how he would relax just a little when you would come by with reports.

Everyone knew who you were. You worked as Neuvillette's second in command and were always tasked with giving and receiving reports to and from Wriothesley. It was how the the chief justice and the duke kept in touch with each other.

And Sigewinne took an immediate notice how Wriothesley started to count the days that you would show up over the next few months ever since the traveler left. It was cute.

"Has y/n ... shown up yet?"

It was a question that he found himself frequently asking, and at first he didn't know why. Well, until he went up to the surface one day for a 'personal day' as Sigewinne liked to call it.

The sun was bright, it made his eyes squint and try to adjust. The air felt too fresh, the breeze too cool. He started to miss the darkness the Fortress provided.

And as he was walking around, people avoiding him and him avoiding people, he came across a small patch of rainbow roses. They were pretty. And instead of thinking of Lumine. He thought of someone else. He thought of you.

His heart clenched at the mere thought of you. Made his breathing hitch and his eyes to sting.

Oh, archons. He knew what this feeling was. Over these past few months, he fell for you. Despite rejecting you all that time ago, you never once brought your personal life to work. You were professional, independent, and you never let your weakness show. Wriothesley liked that about you, and as you would visit him for work, it was only a matter of time before he felt the same way about you as you had about him.

But .. did you even feel that way- do you still love him?

"Your Grace?"

He heard your voice immediately, and he couldn't deny the pain he felt when you didn't call him by his name as he had asked you to when he first met you all that time ago.

Not to mention that it surprised him slightly to hear your voice here of all places. Out in the open, with bystanders walking past.

"Oh, y/n. I didn't know you would be here," he said as he turned to look at you, and he couldn't stop his the way his breath caught in his throat. You were all dolled up. You looked so pretty. The clothes you were wearing were way different from the usual work attire he saw you in.

You smiled, "the same can be said for you. It's unusual to see the great duke of the Fortress to be out and about like this."

He noted how your smile seemed happier. He was glad that you were starting to be your usual self again even if he wasn't the one to make you feel this way.

"Well, what can I say, Sigewinne has been continuously telling me to take a personal day, so here I am. And how about you? Are you also taking a personal day?"

You could immediately feel the way your face grew hot, the tips of your ears feeling as if they are on fire, "you could say that... I'm actually spending my off day with someone..."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I'm-," you seemed to gather any courage you had within yourself and took a breath, "I'm on a date."

"A...date?"

He felt his ears start to ring as if someone had punched his lights out in boxing cage. His heart seeming to thump loud in his chest.

He opened his mouth to ask who you were on a date with, but his unanswered question was soon answered.

"Ah, there you are y/n."

A gentle hand patted your arm before sliding into your palm, your fingers intertwining with his own.

"Neuvillette, you're right on time."

"As always, y/n."

As always, Wriothesley thought, that means they went on more than one date.

"Wriothesley. It's odd to see you here."

He chuckled a bit and decided to hide his pain, "it seems it's odd to see any of us here since we three are usually known for being at our desks and hard at work. Anyway, I hope you two will enjoy your date, so if you'll excuse me."

He gave them a nod before turning to leave.

"See you at work tomorrow, Wriothesley!"

He smiled as he turned to wave at you, at least you called him by his name this time.

And even though he regrets not reciprocating your feelings all those months ago and foolishly being with someone who he knew was going to leave him one day to look for her brother ... he was also happy to see that bright smile on your face.

"Are you alright, y/n?"

You leaned your head against Neuvillette's shoulder, eyes trained on Wriothesley's retreating figure, "yeah, I saw him standing here all alone, so I was just being nice and decided to talk to him was all. Besides, I promise I'm ok. I'm with you now, remember?"

You stood on your tippy-toes and placed a gentle kiss to Neuvillette's jawline since you weren't quite able to reach his cheek.

Neuvillette was at a loss for words by your declaration, but seeing as how it didn't rain for the coming weeks - it was safe to say you had a positive impact on his life.

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l0ngschl0ngking · 1 year

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(Met) In the restroom

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

summary: Dieter looks good. Good enough that you let him fuck you in the public restroom at Met Gala

warnings: SMUT (vaginal fingering, oral-f!receiving, semi-public sex, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, spitting, biting, dirty talk, hair pulling, choking), cursing and fluff

word count: 3.8k (surprirse, surprise -quite short for me :D)

A/N: when I saw this look I instantly thought of Dieter. And you know I had to get this out of my head

It was unfair how good he looked tonight. Too good. And he knew it. He also knew you were watching him the whole night - catching your gaze a few times and sending you his signature cocky smirk or a sultry wink. And god, did that make you want to grab him and fuck his brains out right there on the carpet in front of all the other people.

His -other times- unruly hair was now slicked back enchanting his sharp features. His sharp jawline and aquiline nose were even more prominent from the side. You watched as he scratched the bald patch in his salt and pepper beard - the spot where you knew he was sensitive, always shuddering after you kissed him there.

You never saw Dieter dress up much - he loved his loose sweatpants and robes too much and felt comfortable in them so it was a rare treat to see him like this.

The thing that drove you the wildest though were the black shorts. You thought it looked silly when you first saw him arrive but after watching him longer and longer, watching how he strode on the red carpet with confidence made you reconsider. He pulled it off well and oh, you were thanking whoever decided on his outfit because his muscular thighs on display had you sweating in your dress.

The flash of cameras and people shouting and calling your name was something you got used to after the years. It came in handy sometimes. Like right now as you ignored them and watched Dieter as he talked to one of his co-stars on the current film he had been working in. He laughs and the corners of his eyes crinkle, his hand coming to rest on her waist as photographers quickly take pictures of the two of them. And you shouldn't feel jealous - you and Dieter weren't in a relationship. But still, the possessiveness that quickly washes over you is something you aren't proud of so you turn around, your back now facing them as you smile and wave at the people.

And maybe, just maybe you would feel a little bashful watching him like he was a piece of meat all night. But you knew Dieter. And he certainly did enjoy the attention you gave him - his posture always straightened whenever he saw you looking at him, his chest puffing in pride. Because even though he did not show it as much as you, he was affected by you in that pretty dress you were wearing tonight more than he’d liked to admit. You weren’t the only one with dirty thoughts swimming through your mind.

You and Dieter met on the set of Cliff Beasts 6. It was a silly project but your agent said it would get you places - it didn’t, not really. You met the Dieter Bravo and suddenly it was even worst than you anticipated because now you had to be in quarantine with him.

You two definitely weren’t the best buddies right off the start. Dieter is an "over-the-top" kind of guy and downright childish. Not a lot of people can stand him. He knows it. Maybe that’s why he got into acting. Pretending to be someone else every once in a while because nobody liked the real him.

He snorts coke in his free time and fucks anything that moves on two legs. So when he asked you with his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips if you wanted to sleep with him you immediately blew him off. But he was persistent, actually spending time with you and getting to know you - mostly because you were the only one who actually wanted to spend time with him even after he basically asked you multiple times if you’d allow him to “stick his glow stick into your dark cave”. And after a while, you got used to his eccentric persona and to be quite honest, you even enjoyed spending time with him. He was like a breath of fresh air.

One night you got drunk together - neither of you were good at holding your liquor.

That was all it took before you were in his room, your ass up in the air as he drilled into you from behind. And honestly, you never expected Dieter Bravo to make you cum three times in a row in one night. He was everything you’d thought he’d never be - attentive, passionate, eager to please. Also vocal. Very vocal.

And so you kept on sleeping with each other - even after the wrap of Cliff Beasts. You came to his, he came to yours. You fucked and then one of you left the other’s apartment. It was just that - release. Nothing more. But after a while, you started having breakfasts together, then it came to you keeping some of your belongings in his apartment, you just chatting as you watched him paint in his studio - you actually figured out Dieter was a smart guy if he wasn’t high, movie nights, dinner dates at home…you eventually moved in but neither of you would ever admit that.

For fuck’s sake, you weren’t even sure if you were dating or not. Dieter was scared of commitment, that much you learned from spending time with him, so you never pushed. And you were comfortable with it - no labels on your relationship, no pressure, no public exposure, no paparazzi or magazines that would start drama.

But at the moments like these - where he was pretending you didn’t even exist and you tried to do the same - you wished that you would go public. That you two would be now together here - as a couple. But alas, it was just your wishful thinking.

And before you know what is happening, a hand snakes its way onto your waist, a familiar cologne fills your nostrils and makes your heart skip a beat. You slowly turn your head to look at him and he squeezes your waist tighter, the rings on his fingers digging into your flesh, as he mutters a quick: “Smile for the cameras, sweetheart.”

You want to ask him what does he think he is doing but the words die on your tongue when he pulls you closer to his side. And so you do as he says, his touch sears its way onto your skin and yeah, you were in big trouble. Because fuck buddies definitely didn’t make eachother feel how he made you feel right now - like a fucking teenager whose crush smiled at them for the first time. Minutes pass, you aren’t sure, as his hands finally leave your waist and you think you are able to finally breathe again. Before he leaves, his hands brush against your lower back, his breath hitting your neck - you can smell the mint gum he chewed before he got here.

“I can’t wait to fuck the sweet cunt of yours tonight, sweetheart. You look so good in this dress.”

And with that, he leaves. Leaving you with your mouth wide open and your gaze burning into his back. But it does make you feel better - you would be the one who he was leaving with tonight. You would be the one who'd feel his plush lips on your skin, his tongue tracing your curves. You would be the one who'd ride the muscular thigh of his tonight because Dieter loves when you use him for your own pleasure. You would be the one who would make him cum and hear his pretty pleas and whines, and groans because they were only for your ears to hear.

Yeah, you had problems.

The afterparty makes you loosen up a little. You chat and laugh, drink expensive champagne and for a moment, totally forget about Dieter Bravo. You don’t see him, the room is crowded and loud as people talk. One of your friends leaves the table to get another glass for the two of you when you spot him - your eyes narrowing as he laughs at something one of his female co-workers says as she grabs him by the bicep and he is already looking at you from the corner of his eye, his mustache lifts upwards with the little smirk he throws you.

And you do need to get away because it’s not about you being jealous - even though you hate the fact. It’s about him toying with you and you not being able to do anything about it. Because what could you do? You never said you two would be exclusive and it hurts. It hurts because you have no right to be jealous - he isn’t yours. Oh, how freaking stupid you were to tangle up with Bravo.

You enter the restroom - it’s spacious and clean and it smells nothing like restrooms. More like lavender? You see your reflection in the mirror - she doesn’t look like you. Were you so desperate for a man that did not want you? That he was so afraid of being seen in public with you he rather flirted with anyone else but you? You put your purse on the edge of the ceramic sink and lean your hands on it, breathing in as you look down into it. You hear the door open and close quickly before you hear the lock click but you pay it no mind. When you look back in the mirror you yelp - jumping in the air comically. He chuckles and grabs your hips so he can spin you around and face him.

You don’t have a time to ask him what is he doing as his lips are already on your neck - you can feel him smile into your flesh when his tongue traces your collarbones and a quiet moan escapes from your mouth, your fingers gripping his coat and you pull him away from you because you can’t do this anymore. Sneaking around, only stealing a few minutes of time sometimes. His brown eye search for yours as he looks at you confused, pupils blown wide, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lower lip. You do not dare to look at him.

“I think we should end this.” the room falls silent. You can only hear the music from outside the door and your beating heart that needs to call the fuck down. He pulls away from you completely, his expression more heartbroken than shocked.

“What? Why?” It hurts to hear him say it like that - his voice quiet as he almost chokes on the words. He looks like a kid that just broke his favorite toy. He waits and when you don’t answer hurt quickly turns into anger, his face hardening. “Just tell me why and then I’ll leave you alone.” His voice is monotoned without any traces of emotion and it’s scary how much of a good actor he can be. It spikes anger in your guts in return - for him to dismiss it just like that. You don’t want him to leave you alone. Is he blind? Why can’t he see it?

“Because, Bravo. I can’t stand another second pretending we don’t know eachother in public while at home you practically whine for me to not leave. I am tired of pretending that I don’t care when you flirt with other people. I am tired of pretending that what we have between us is just some “let’s fuck” deal. I am tired of pretending that I don’t have feelings for you. And I am tired of pretending that you might care for me where in reality you clearly don’t.”

Your chest heaves and he looks at you as if you had grown a second head. The Dieter Bravo that has always something to say now falls quiet and it makes the insides of you burn with anger because how dare he walk into your life and fuck you, make you feel like he cares and when you finally confess just stare at you?

“You have nothing to say now, Bravo? Really? That’s oh, so great because-“

“Shut up.” He grits through his teeth and your mouth falls open. Did he just say you should shut up? Fuck him.

“Fuck you. Don’t tell me what to do you prick.” You jab into his chest, solid under your fingertips and he doesn’t even move a muscle as you do. ”I pour my heart out for you and you-“

You squeal when his hand moves on the back of your neck pulling you close, his mouth finding yours and he breathes you in. His eyes fall tightly shut as you moan into his mouth and his tongue strokes yours. It’s different than the other times you’ve kissed. It’s passionate and desperate - but not in a sexual way.

It’s intimate and his other hand slowly strokes your hip, his thumb smoothing the fabric of your dress and goosebumps erupt on your skin as you feel his rings on the back of your neck - digging into your flesh with the need to pull you closer into him. Your lower back collides with the counter and he hoists you up on it - your feet now dangling in the air as he pulls his mouth away from yours and settles between your legs.

His eyes are soft and his thumb strokes your cheekbone, a soft smile on his lips makes your heart do a somersault in your chest. His forehead bumps with yours and you smile too when he whispers: “I have feelings for you too, sweetheart.”

And then he is kissing you again, his hands finding the zipper of your dress before he expertly pulls it down and the material of it pools at your waist, his hands instantly coming to hold your tits, his thumbs stroking your nipples and the cold of the rings makes you gasp. He smiles into your neck, his mustache scraping you as he trails soft kisses from your jaw to the juncture of your neck and bites you there, your keen into his touch as you moan, his tongue soothing the assaulted flesh with ease. He is quick to undress you completely -the dress falling onto the ground and he kneels on it, his mouth kissing your inner thighs, his teeth scraping you, his hands exploring and mapping your body before they settle onto your hips as he taps two times so you’d lift up a little. He hooks his fingers into your panties before they are off you too and he is kissing your mound.

Your hands fall into his slicked hair and he moans when you grab him by it and pull him closer to your cunt, his fingers quickly finding their way into his mouth before he pulls them out and shows you the saliva-covered digits as the ring shines with it before he slowly enters you with two of them and you throw your head back, your grip tightening in his hair as he kisses your clit.

The pass of his fingers inside you is slow, languid as if he had all the time in the world and wasn’t just fucking you in the restroom of Met Gala. It makes your core floods with arousal - that anybody could hear you two. His fingers dig into your hip while his others work their way in and out and before you know it he is babbling into your core - his hot mouth still lazily kissing your clit, his tongue poking out to lick you.

“You dirty little girl. This is what you wanted, right? Is that it, sweetheart? You wanted me to fuck you where anybody could hear?” You squeeze around him, your fingers digging into his scalp and he hisses your name, his cock aching in his shorts as the only thing he can do is hump the air. “Oh, you like that. You dirty little thing. You’d want me to fuck you somewhere anybody could walk in?” You whine and nod, looking down at him and he smirks. His eyes glazed as you watch his tongue lick you slowly. Because he knows you have a bit of exhibitionism kink - he figured out when he fucked you against the glass walls of his apartment telling you what a “Dirty girl you are. Letting me fuck you where anybody could see the two of us.” You came almost instantly when the words left his mouth and he kept this information in the back of his mind.

Your thighs shake around his head and that’s when your mouth opens into a silent “o” as he spits onto your pussy and slurps at you, the filthy sounds coming from him making your inside squeeze him tighter and you can feel that you are close, your eyes rolling in the back of your head when you feel the deep rumble coming from his chest.

Dieter Bravo was godly at eating out pussy and he enjoyed it too. You can feel it even now as he enthusiastically pulls his fingers in and out of you, speeding the movements of his tongue and fingers when you squeal, your toes curling and he knows he found the spot. It only takes two or three passes of his tongue before you are cumming and he grins into your mound when you try to push his head away. He takes the fingers that were in you mere moments ago into your mouth to “clean his rings” before he is pulling them out and kissing you - the taste of you on him makes you kiss him deeper, your tongue tracing his teeth and he smiles into the kiss.

“I like it when you are jealous.” You want to protest - tell him you aren’t. Lie to him. Rile him up. But he puts you back on your jelly feet and you are met with your fucked out expression. He isn’t any better though - his pupils blown back wide and his slicked hair disheveled because of you.

He crowds you in - his hard cock that still strains in his shorts presses against your bare cunt and you moan, your head falling back onto his shoulder. The fabric of his shorts makes your thighs tremble and you are sure if he keeps this up you will cum again. Your hazy brain stops working alongside your mouth when you say: “I want to ride your thigh tonight while I hold onto the coat. You look so good in that outfit.” And he stops. You hear a choked sound behind you and then the zipper of his shorts before you feel the fat head of his cock notching at your entrance.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, sweetheart. You can ride your sweet pussy on my thigh when we get home. Want you to soak my thigh. Fuck. Want you to get off on it while I watch you.” He whimpers as he slides his head between your pussy lips. When he enters you it knocks the air out of your lungs. No matter how many times you two fuck, you will never get used to the size of him.

His fingers dig into your hip as he sets relentless pace, his hips smacking against your ass and his other snakes into your hair and tugs at it harshly -making you open your eyes and your gaze meets with his in the mirror.

“Yeah, watch how I fuck you. You are so filthy, sweetheart. Letting me split you open right here on my big fat cock.” He spits.

You watch as your tits bounce with every pass of his cock. You see his throat bob and the small droplet of sweat running down his temple. You see the vein on his neck is now prominent, his teeth barred for you two to see as he looks down where you two join and he moans -his head falling back and his hand that was gripping your hair now pinching your nipples. He is attentive and he can feel you squeezing him again. He knows you're close and he grinds against you -his pubic hair stimulating your clit and he grabs you by the throat, his teeth catching your earlobe. You feel the puffs of air leave his mouth. It’s hot and sweaty and you swear you never felt this good in your entire life before.

“Watch how I fuck you silly with my cock. Who do you belong to?” You cry out when a particular rough thrust makes you see stars and he groans as you squeeze him. He is close too, sweating under the coat and shirt. “Come on, tell me, sweetheart.” He grits out and he sucks at the skin on your neck, marking you.

“Yours!” You cry out and he hums, his fingers squeezing around your windpipe tighter and your hand comes back to fist at his hair as you watch his ring-clad fingers hold onto you before you are cumming, tugging him by the hair closer so you can kiss him. It’s messy -teeth and tongues clashing together as he fucks you through it and when you part a string of saliva connects the two of you.

“Yes, that’s right. You are mine. And I am yours, sweetheart. Just yours.” It makes your heart constrict because yeah -he is yours. Yours. Your walls pull him tighter even though you already came and he chokes on air because he is so fucking close. And when you kiss him under the hinge of his jaw and whisper: “I love you.” He is a goner.

Because nobody ever loved Dieter. And you just said you did. And his heart swells because he loves you too. As much as Dieter can actually love somebody.

He cums with a hoarse groan of your name, his hand digging into your ass. He kisses your shoulder blade lazily before he calms down and pulls out of you - putting back on your underwear. And helping you back into the dress. Neither of you looks presentable but neither of you seems to care.

“Want you to drip my cum all night and when we come home I want you to show me before you fuck yourself on my thigh.” Home.

He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips before he checks himself out in the mirror - trying to fix his hair, unsuccessfully, before he leaves you in the bathroom with a silly grin on your face.

You couldn’t wait to get home.

TAGS: @harriedandharassed @bbyanarchist @completelyoverit @cutesyscreenname

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777bae · 1 year

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can i request one for the paddock princess series where y/n is like really like protective of yuki and will like defend him to the death (maybe even going as far as trying to learn Japanese so he has someone to talk to in his language) and at first people assume she has a crush on him but really its because he reminds her of an old friend of hers or like a family member she really misses. any length is fine but the longer the fic the better <3

MY LITTLE BRO

PAIRING… f1 x driver!reader | WC… 0.8k | Masterlist

You have a large range of different dynamics with the drivers on the grid, many consisting of father-daughter like relationships as well as sibling like love.

Many fans have constantly pointed out the fact that you treat Yuki as if he were your younger brother, despite him being older than you.

Unfortunately, other fans believe that you have feelings for the boy, stating that the way you act around him ‘shows’ that you love him. You obviously found this ridiculous and chose to ignore the rumours, already pointing out that you, in fact, have a boyfriend but still decide to not respond and make the whole situation worse.

He’s always talked about how you were the first driver to properly greet him during his first F1 race and how kind you were to him. You had initially found him adorable, especially due to the fact that he was pretty much your height and so this love consequently spiralled into you treating him as you treat your own little brother.

You obviously miss your own little bro, travelling around the world constantly meant you could only see your family a few times a year, mainly during your breaks. This would probably explain why you have such familial relationships with many of the drivers, to which they also love.

Lot’s of moments have been shared with the boy. Like when you finally got pole in quali, or when he opened up to you on how secluded he felt from the other drivers, mainly due to his heritage. That quickly lead you to try and learn Japanese to help him feel included.

Another moment would be when you invited him over to your house to finally meet your family and he was forever grateful for you letting him have another home he could always come back to.

Many found your actual brother and substitute brother’s interactions to be quite amusing, the constant arguments between the two, trying to prove that they were your favourite. Of course, your blood brother was your favourite, Yuki knew that, he just loved to rile up your brother to get a reaction.

With all that said, you were absolutely ecstatic for the boy when he finished the recent season with his highest finish yet. Of course it helped that you had become the World Champion for that season, managing to pull a hand on Red Bull and just finishing above Max, which he was not too happy about.

You were both so proud of each other, enclasping yourselves into a tight hug.

After the podium celebration, you brought to the interview section, the welcoming smile of the reporters already calming down your nerves.

“First off Y/n, congratulations on the win and newfound title!” The interviewer exclaimed, earning a large smile from you.

“Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Well, I’m ecstatic to say the least. This moment just feels so unreal, to be able to say that I’m a World Champion is something I always dreamed of but I never believed would actually come true.” You ramble, unable to continue from the excitement.

“Many have loved watching your celebrations with both your team, and fellow drivers. Could we just ask about the hug you shared with Tsunoda after the race?” You nod your head lightly.

“The hug we shared was our way of congratulating each other. He’s like my little brother and so I was so proud of him as he achieved his best finish this season. Of course there have been a lot of questions but he’s basically like family, just like how Seb, Lewis, and many of the other drivers are.” You conclude before bidding goodbye and moving on. Yuki was quick to fill in your place, ready to answer the questions.

“To start off, congratulations on the great finish.” He says.

“Thank you.” Yuki responds.

“There have been many celebrations today and so we’d like to know how you’ll spend the rest of the evening.”

“Well, I’ll probably party with other drivers.” The boy giggles. “I’ll also call my family.”

“We saw you congratulating the new World Champion after the race, how proud are you?” The interviewer asks.

“I’m so proud of her, I’ve watched her grow throughout the season and to see her finally achieve her dreams was nice.” Yuki answers, smiling.

“How would you describe your relationship with Y/n?”

“I’d describe it as special. She’s been there for me from my first race and she’s done so much for me. She even tried learning Japanese for me so I could feel more included. She’s basically like an older sister.” Yuki finishes, reminiscing the moments he’s shared with you thus far.

You all eventually finish up the interviews and decide to go out together, celebrating the many achievements from today’s race as well as the finishing up of the season.

You had made sure to give Yuki yet another massive hug as you had witnessed his interview, loving the fact that he also pictures you as an older sister.

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The Look

Title: The Look

Pairing: Meredith Grey x Reader

Prompt: 10. Somebody taking an off-guard picture of you staring at each other, completely in love.

WC: 957

Whenever Y/n had walked into the hospital, everybody was talking and whispering about something. She was pretty sure that nothing was going on that day out of the ordinary. There weren't supposed to be any new faces, which was usually the only time whenever the hospital staff got like that. Something had to have happened with people who already work there. Y/n had been trying hard to be above the gossip, so she refrained from asking around about what was going on. Instead, she focused on her research project that she was working on with Dr. Grey. If there was one place where the gossip was unlikely to spread, it was the lab where everybody was focused and on their absolute best behavior. They had another grant proposal coming up and wanted that money to finish their project.

"Oh my god, they are so doing the thing," Amelia muttered. Y/n glanced over to where Amelia and a few of the other doctors on the project were looking over test results. Y/n's job was essentially to run the equipment and administer the tests. She didn't understand what everything on those result papers meant, but nobody else could really use the machine like she could. It balanced things out. Y/n was finally a valued member of a team instead of the doctor that they sent to do the easy work because of her specialty. It wasn't useful in most scenarios, but medical school had never really been Y/n's plan. She had always been a mechanics and engineering person.

"That look is so cute," one of the interns muttered. Amelia nodded in agreement, and Y/n tried to ignore them. Meredith was doing a much better job than Y/n was. Meredith wanted to know how to use the machine, so she spent most of her time in the lab leaning over Y/n's shoulder watching her work. Y/n liked the proximity of Meredith to her. There was something about Meredith that made Y/n feel calm. Y/n felt like she did her best work underneath Dr. Grey's watchful eye.

"They're chatty today," Meredith whispered as she pointed to the files that she wanted Y/n to open up for her. Y/n let Meredith look over the older results to compare them to the newer ones. There had been vast improvement with quite a few of the patients, something that made Y/n so proud of herself and everybody they worked with. They were on the verge of figuring out how to improve people's lives for the better. Deterioration of the mind would no longer be the horrid thing that it was for so many people in the world anymore.

"Everybody has been chatty, since I walked this morning. I wonder what's going on?"

"The pictures from the promotional shoots that Bailey and Webber decided to do arrived. I'm surprised nobody talked to you about it, apparently you're the most photogenic person here," Meredith said with a small smile. Y/n let out a little huff of air. She wanted to be better than to need to look at the stupid pictures, but now she was curious. Y/n glanced up at Meredith with her best puppy dog eyes and pout before she even started to ask Meredith if she could go to the website to look at the pictures. "Go ahead, I know there's some of me in there too. I need to make sure that I look good."

Y/n pulled up the hospital's website and looked at the new image gallery that had been added. All of the pictures looked good, and were mostly generic shots of things going on at the hospital. It wasn't until Y/n stumbled upon a picture of her staring at Meredith with the biggest set of heart eyes she had ever seen that she realized what all the gossip was about. Everybody had seen the way that Y/n looked at Meredith, her secret was out. She was about to become the laughing stock of the whole hospital because she had a big, stupid crush on Meredith Grey.

"I love this picture of you. You look so focused and passionate. I wish that everybody felt this way about the things they were working on. The world would be a much better place," Meredith said. She glanced down at Y/n and smiled, which did help to relax Y/n a little. "Do you remember what you were doing?"

"You were trying to explain to me what the first bunch of results meant. If I'm being honest, I don't think I was paying attention to a word that you said," Y/n admitted. Meredith blushed as she scrolled to the next picture. They were pretty run of the mill, until they got to a picture that had been taken in the lab while Meredith was watching over Y/n at the computer. Y/n looked a little wild as she explained what she was doing with the next set of tests, but it was Meredith that Y/n couldn't stop staring at. In that picture, Meredith was looking at Y/n just like Y/n had been looking at her earlier. "Do you spend all day staring at me back there?"

"Not all day, but I will admit that sometimes my eyes drift a little," Meredith said. Y/n's boldness ended there, but Meredith's had just begun to pick up. "I'd love to look at you some time outside of this room. This angle is nice and all, but I think you'd better sitting across from me at a candlelight dinner."

"Dr. Grey, you sure do know how to make a woman swoon."

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inkareds · 8 days

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Eat Your Young

Modern Aemond Targaryen

6/10 - Unreal Unearth Event

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✧.* word count: 8.1k (it's really long idk) ✧.* genre: angst, comfort, and smut (it has everything) ✧.* warnings: SMUT so, MDNI!!! Reader is afab but no gendered terms are used, forced to manipulate ppl, Aegon is an asshole (it's warranted lmao), piv sex, sub-ish Aemond, shitty parents

Your parents gave you one task in the gala, make Aegon Targaryen fall in love with you and establish a connection between your family corporation and the Targaryens. But what happens when a certain other Targaryen brother catches your attention instead?

This isn't my first time writing smut but it is my first time writing smut here. I hope Aemond doesn't feel too ooc, I tried to balance out Aemond's own insecurities and worries with the usual Targaryen masking their insecurities with being an asshole vibe.

As always, story and lyric breakdown are at the end

“Just get through the night.” You whispered while smoothing down the creases you’ve made on your clothes.

After taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The bathroom was pretty empty, most people being outside socialising and celebrating God knows what. Frankly speaking, you couldn’t care less what event this gala was thrown for, it seemed like every other month some rich socialite was throwing a party or a gala.

What did matter right now was that the Targaryens were esteemed guests and you have been given a special mission.

Make Aegon Targaryen fall in love with you.

The mission seemed easy enough, especially because you felt like you could read Aegon to filth. Classic oldest son in a rich family happens to have one too many burdens as a kid burning them out at a very young age, leading to rebellion and then rejection from the entire family. You could use every manipulative tactic in the book to get the man head over heels for you.

Pretend you liked him, be there for him, ignore all his bad sides but never affirm them. It should be easy. It was easy. If you didn’t absolutely hate him.

The moment you walked into the building your parents had given you a clear goal. Solidify a permanent business connection with the Targaryen family, the easiest way to do that is through Aegon Targaryen. But the moment you shared a conversation with him, you felt salt on your tongue.

Drying your mouth, spinning your head, gagging your throat. It was disgusting. At this point, you didn’t know if your distaste for Aegon was due to him or what he represented. A distasteful mission of manipulation shrouded and hidden atop of family values.

Do it for the family, they’d tell you over and over again before the gala, and so you must.

But after all the myriad of conversations you’ve had with the man you needed a break. Taking a step away from the crowd you went over towards the bar for some respite. Bless whoever was hosting the party for the open bar, it’s the only thing that’ll get you through the night at this point.

It wasn’t like Aegon was bad company, quite the contrary, he was fun, reckless, funny, if not a little bit crass. But you didn’t want to seduce him like a cheap whore. It felt wrong. Especially for someone like him who seemed desperate for a real human connection.

You idly moved the drink the bartender had just placed in front of you around the bartop. Letting your mind swirl around through possibilities of what you could do to run away from the situation your parents had bestowed on you. All coming to nought. You couldn’t find a way to follow your morals without your family’s absolute anger. It frustrated you.

Though your thoughts were rudely interrupted when a certain tall man sat beside you. In any other case, you wouldn’t have minded, but in this specific case, where the bar was almost devoid of any other person except you and a few other people. The fact that a random man just decides to sit beside you irks you to no end.

“Tired of entertaining my brother, are you?” He calls your name and you recognize that voice.

Putting very little effort into concealing the small smile creeping into your features, you turned to look at Aemond.

“Not quite, I just needed a drink.” You raised your cocktail in response to it.

Aemond looked unconvinced.

“What are you doing?” Aemond, as Aemond usually was, cut straight to the chase,

He had softened his features ever so slightly the moment the two of you made eye contact, but now his expression hardened once more. His brows slightly furrowed as he asked you.

“What do you mean?” You answered with another question, taking another sip from your drink, as Aemond ordered one for himself. Whisky on the rocks.

He doesn’t answer for a little bit, letting the tension linger ever so slightly in the air. Perhaps edging you to confess to your sins rather than him calling you out on it. But when you still seldom answer Aemond is forced to reply.

“Aegon’s a fool but he’s the heir to our father’s company, if he makes a bad decision than it reflects badly on the entire family.”

You try not to take the implications behind his words to heart. Shrugging instead and looking away back to the wall of bottles behind the barman as he makes his way to make drinks for the other rich patrons.

“If I remembered correctly, Mrs Rhaenyra was heir.”

“We both know you wouldn’t be trying to get Aegon’s cock in your mouth if you believed that.”

You tightened your hold on your drink, now almost empty, his crass words crossing you more than you wanted them to. A bitter chuckle left you through gritted teeth.

“Would you prefer it be yours instead?”

Aemond’s eyes focused on you as you smile at him and take your leave. You didn’t want to hear a single thing from the man anymore. Truth be told, you had wished he was the firstborn son, perhaps in that way your goal would be easier to achieve. You have known Aemond for longer than you have Aegon. He took care of the minor business meetings his mother, father, or half-sister couldn’t or wouldn’t be bothered to. Your family’s business meetings fell into that category.

Which was another strong reason your parents had placed so much hope in you. It was through those meetings you were able to create a sort of relationship with the then-young Targaryen. Neither friendship nor romantic, somewhere along the lines of mutual respect and mutual understanding over the heavy burdens placed on each other’s shoulders.

His as a result of being the only capable child of his mother and yours as a result of being the only child of your parents.

All of that went away since he had been promoted after his father’s sickness making him lose the ability to work whatsoever a couple of years prior. Bi-weekly meetings where the two of you would share small conversations before and after meetings became nothing at all. With no clear reason to contact one another, whatever respect had fizzled away.

That would’ve been the first time you’ve properly met and spoken to him since then.

Though after that disastrous first conversation, you hoped you could avoid him the rest of the night. Something that worked far too well as Aemond seemed to disappear into the crowd. It did make your conversations with Aegon easier but you couldn’t help but look outwards into the crowd every now and again trying to look for him.

When the night neared a close, all the guests started filing away and the remaining people were just the close friends of the host, you started to make your way outside. Your parents were waiting near the doorway, smiling proudly at you as you bid your leave from Aegon who grinned.

There was a sadness behind his playful eyes, not that many seem to notice, you pitied him. Though not enough to forget your anger at being forced to do such a distasteful act.

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Aegon waved you off with a light-hearted wink and you gave him a friendly smile in return.

As you walked towards your parents, heavy in your footsteps and holding your head high despite the shame that runs hot in your veins, someone else stopped you. Aemond was standing next to a pillar you almost walked by, if not for him calling out your name.

“I believe you owe me a proper catch-up, it has been a while since we met and I would regret leaving with a bad experience.”

You glanced at him and then back at your parents. Your mother’s brows were furrowed lightly in confusion whilst your father leaned towards her ear to whisper something. A choice was now presented in front of you.

Decline Aemond’s offer and go back to your family home with a bitter taste in your mouth and simple daydreams of what could’ve happened if you stayed. Or accept Aemond’s offer and not only risk angering your parents but also risk an awkward altercation with Aemond, no doubt solidifying your family name in the Targaryen business’ eyes. Which would also lead to your parents being infuriated.

But when you looked back at Aemond, long white hair neat as it flowed down his suit, you couldn’t help but feel selfish. Your parents should understand, that a whole night of schmoozing against Aegon should allow you some kind of prize, this will be it.

“Of course,” Aemond pushed himself off the pillar and walked beside you, offering his arm as he pulled you away from the crowd of leaving guests.

The two of you walked in silence for a little bit before you realised where you were going. Dazed at the decision you just made, you didn’t realise where he was leading you. When you did come back to reality, you found yourself at the back of the gala venue, a motorbike in front of you.

“I didn’t realise your version of catching up is kidnapping me, Mr. Targaryen.”

He handed you a spare helmet which you took, grinning ear to ear. Of course, you’ve heard the rumours, Aemond Targaryen, the man that should be the second pick to be the next owner of Targaryen Corp, not Aegon. After all, Aemond was the more responsible one, he was more patient, and though he wasn’t more charismatic than Aegon, was much less prone to finding a photo of himself on the front pages of gossip tabloids. But rumour has it that Aemond Targaryen had an edge to him. An edge that made him not as approachable as his siblings or half-siblings were.

To be quite honest, you were curious about what this edge was when you worked with him. When you didn’t see it at the entirety of your ‘friendship’ you assumed it was simply a rumour. But now, you wondered if you’d experience it firsthand.

“We’re not professionally involved with one another anymore, Aemond will do,” he says as he steadies his bike, beckoning you to come to his side. “And don’t worry, I’m only taking us to a more quiet space to talk.”

Aemond looked at you with a small sense of sincerity in his eyes, at that moment you knew if you refused it, he’d be willing to talk. You knew that was the safer option, the option that your parents had instilled in you the moment you graduated. But the other part of you, the long lost teenage part of you who longs for the reckless nights and dramatic mistakes your friends back in high school seem to partake in that you never did due to all the responsibilities you carried, wanted to see where the night will go if you said yes.

You smiled and put on your helmet before climbing to the back of his motorcycle. Aemond himself grinned before he put on his helmet. With a single tap to your thigh, Aemond starts off the bike. In a single moment, you were cruising through the dark streets of King’s Landing.

The colourful city lights decorated the sky as you whizzed through traffic. It was late enough that all Aemond had to do was manoeuvre slightly to keep the pace constant. You couldn’t help but relax your hold on him from behind. Your hands splayed out on his abdomen, coincidentally slightly feeling his well-muscled body from under his black suit.

You grinned to yourself, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach at the thought of what you were doing. When you tightened your hold, feigning fear, you pretended not to notice how Aemond's grip tighten.

Aemond slowed down when you left the city, the lights slowly got dimmer and much further apart from one another. Until you finally stopped outside a large home. The estate itself was slightly smaller than the house you grew up in, granted you grew up well off, but the house itself wasn’t as imposing as you thought Aemond’s house would be.

As Aemond parked his bike inside the garage, he offered you a hand to help you get off. He didn’t let your hand go as he led you into the house.

“Is there a reason why your parents seem to stick by my mother’s side the entire night or were they simply trying to make sure she wasn’t lonely?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Here I thought you were a smart man, Aemond,” you saw the way his throat bobbed when you said his name, “I assume you’d have figured it out already.”

“Ah, of course,” he shook his head slightly as the two of you made it to his kitchen. His whole house was beautifully decorated, marble everywhere, coloured accents where it made sense. You had assumed there’d be more splashes of red here and there, considering the Targaryen head office was filled with it, but instead, a dark emerald and a deep forest green were scattered throughout the space.

It complimented the place well.

“The same reason you’ve been hounding my brother it seems.” You rolled your eyes as he opened a cupboard to take out a bottle. “A drink?”

“It would be rude of me to refuse.” You answered, smiling as he poured both him and you a drink.

“Now, care to explain?” He asks after you take a sip.

“I know you think there is an ulterior motive for me, but have you ever considered that I just wanted to befriend Aegon?” You teased.

He turned towards you, keeping his eyes on your own.

“Aegon’s good company, but you don’t seem like the person who’d flaunt yourself like that.”

“Really?” you asked as Aemond drew near, “What kind of person am I then, Aemond Targaryen?”

“You,” he whispers, his voice low and his breath brushing against your lips. “You are someone brilliant, headstrong, responsible, but far far too loyal.”

“Is that so?” he hummed in response, “Are you sure?” Your eyes travelled to his lips as you both placed your glasses on the counter you were currently leaning on.

Aemond’s body trapped you between him and the counter. Though trapped wasn’t the word you’d use to describe how you were feeling.

“I’m pretty sure. I pay very close attention.”

“You pay close attention to all the people you used to work with?”

His hand places itself on your cheek, his thumb reaching towards your bottom lip.

“Only the ones I care enough for.”

Then he closes the distance between you. His lips against yours, you feel the softness he tried to convey, in a way he was giving you an out. Allowing you to reject his advances and he’d pull away. But you didn’t want to. For the first time in the entire night, you felt your mouth feel with sweetness instead of cotton and salt.

So you pursued him, you leaned forward to kiss him back, bringing both your arms around the back of his neck as you arched towards him. Aemond responds in tandem, both his arms snaking his way to your lower back.

He pulls you closer to him as the kiss intensifies. You feel yourself filling with fire, wanting to be impossibly close to the man in front of you. An eruption of emotions you tried to hide behind an edge of professionalism all those years ago when you worked with Aemond finally bubbled up in your chest.

As a result, Aemond responded, he groaned into your mouth as he pulled away, only to leave open-mouth kisses on your jaw. Exploring down onto your neck as you looked up to give him better access. Your collarbones were next and you felt your nerves light like a match being lit on fire and thrown into gasoline.

You writhed in his touch as you felt his teeth graze against your skin. To try and help him you pushed parts of his hair aside so it wouldn’t bother him. He muttered a small thanks before continuing his assault on your skin.

“I wish I could’ve asked you out properly before our last meeting.” he murmured into your skin. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this.”

At the mention of your work, your lust-induced haze cleared. The thought of your parents reached your mind as you realised this has gone further than you intended. Instead of the butterfly of emotions and affection that rose in your stomach, bile began bubbling. You felt yourself stiffen as you tried to think of a way to get Aemond to stop.

Aemond, not truly realising the war that raged in your mind, let his hands wander to your thigh, pushing against your clothes, wanting to feel your skin. When his other hand seem to start its ascend towards your chest you placed both your hands on his chest and pushed him.

Immediately Aemond pulled back. You refused to look at him as you started to stammer out incoherent words.

“I shouldn’t- we shouldn’t- this has gone too far. I- I’m-”

You failed to see the disappointment and hurt cross Aemond’s eyes as he watched you writhe and stammer, clearly uncomfortable at the position he had placed both of you in. But he quickly steeled himself, pulling away properly now. Taking a few steps back and looking to the side.

Anywhere but you, with your swollen lips glistening with spit, and ruffled clothes from his hands.

“Apologies then, I- I’ll send a driver to bring you home.” Just like that Aemond turned his heel and walked away deeper into his home.

You turned to face him just in time to see a scowl form on his face, but you couldn’t call out to him like you wanted to. So, biting the inside of your cheek, you grabbed your bag and pulled out a mirror. Meticulously making sure you were presentable before making your way out of his home.

In the driveway, you dared yourself to look back. You didn’t know what you were looking for, maybe Aemond to call you back inside, and finish what both of you started. But none of that happened.

With a sigh and a heavy heart, you trudged your way to the car Aemond sent for you.

The next few weeks went by with a blur. After exchanging numbers with Aegon in the party the two of you had spoken here and there. Surprisingly enough, you had slowly been accustomed to him. At times you viewed him as a friend.

However, those times were quickly crushed during every family dinner when your parents would ask about Aegon and talk about the Targaryen corporation.

When you weren’t talking to Aegon, you were dealing with your family business. Your parents were getting older so you’ve been taking on more and more responsibilities. Fortunately, under your lead, your family company has been growing steadily.

“Our sales went up significantly this month,” you spoke as you cut into a piece of asparagus on the plate, “The data analyst report said it was because of the ad rebrand. The simple but eye-catching colours seem to resonate with my generation.”

Your dad hummed in agreement, “See, I told you our child would be fine taking over after us.” He signalled to your mother.

“I never doubted you for a second,” She spoke with a smile, before stiffening once again, “But I must say, it isn’t the same growth that we saw when we worked together with the Velaryons or Targaryens.”

“Well, that’s a given, they’re support would allow us to bridge continents,” your father continued.

“Indeed, if we are able to secure your connection with Aegon then the company and our name will be set for life.” You bit your tongue to stop any kind of retort coming out, “After all, how hard can it be? You can tell the poor boy’s practically begging for attention.” Your mother and father laughed.

Leaving you to chew on your food in silence. You couldn’t blame them for being such social and economic climbers. You’ve learnt from a young age that if your parents hadn’t done some of the morally ambiguous things that they’ve done, there was no way they could be as successful as they are now. You had to take the plunge.

You excused yourself early from dinner, making up an excuse on how you had plans with Aegon. Truth be told, you didn’t have plans with him, but you hoped his schedule’s clear enough to entertain your presence.

Surprisingly, after a short call, he told you to meet up with him at a jazz bar not so far from where both of you lived. Quickly dressed up, your driver dropped you off at the luxurious establishment.

When you entered you made your way directly to the bar, forgoing the small tables and such. Aegon had already been there, his back facing you. You swallowed hard and forced a flirtatious smile to grace you.

Walking up towards him, your hands reached out to caress his back as you leaned forward.

“Hi stranger,” you teased.

In response, Aegon gave you a lopsided grin and gestured for you to sit on the stool beside him.

You ordered yourself a dry martini and took your seat.

“Why the sudden call?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“What?” you rolled your eyes, “Can’t I just miss you? It’s been a while since we saw each other. How are you?”

He let out a loud chuckle and leaned forward towards you.

“Oh baby, let’s not pretend we both don’t know what you want.”

Aegon grinned and looked at you up and down. For some reason, you felt your stomach drop. This is what you want, right? I mean, if you sleep with Aegon tonight, then you could definitely hook him to you. Establish a connection between the Targaryens and your family and then your job was done. But it felt wrong.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Targaryen.” Your voice was low and sultry, as you egged him on. Though the voice in your head told you to stop.

You can’t shake the thought of Aemond from your mind. The way Aegon was looking at you reminded you of that night. How different would things be if you never pushed him away?

“Oh really?” Aegon continued standing up from his seat and taking a step towards you, his face mere inches from you.

“Mhm” you hummed as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, ignoring the pangs in your heart screaming that this was wrong.

Aegon bit the bottom of his lip.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to believe him, but here’s the proof laid out in front of me.” Aegon suddenly pulled away and chuckled dryly, leaving you confused. “You can tell your bitch of a mom and bastard of a dad that sending their kid dolled up like a noble won’t make me fall head over heels.”

He waved you off and took a seat back on his chair, looking forward at the bar and not at all to you.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you processed what he was saying.

“Aemond told me sweetheart.” He turned to you, the lopsided grin and playful glint disappearing from his expression, “Told me about your little parents’ plans to connect us or some shit like that. You don’t have to keep following them you know? You’re not a bitch on a leash.”

At that you gritted your teeth, Aegon had every right to be bitter at you. But to be this crass was uncalled for.

“Why do you look so angry? I’m the one who should be angry. You’re over here flirting and practically opening your legs to seduce me like the devil.” He let out a humourless chuckle as your face flared in embarrassment. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to take it to heart. You’re not the only social climbing degenerate who tried to get with me just for a key to the company. Especially after my half-sister got married.”

Degenerate

How fucking dare he? All things considered, he should look in the mirror.

“Forgive me then,” You gritted your teeth and turned your heel to walk away, embarrassed and furious.

Until Aegon called your name.

“What I said stands by the way. You don’t have to listen to them, I mean, Aemond seem to care about you enough to warn me. Something about not letting you fuck over your entire life just because you needed to fuck me.” Aegon light-heartedly chuckles. “Just give it a thought, baby.”

The pet name sounded more sarcastic than anything as you walked away without turning around.

You should’ve known Aemond would’ve done something to sabotage you after you refused him that night. Bastard. What would you tell your parents now?!

That night you spent an hour in a random ice cream shop before calling your driver to pick you up. You needed to pretend like you had spent all that time with Aegon when in reality you were spending your time with several cups of your favourite ice cream flavour. Your only companion is the underpaid college student who had the unfortunate late night shift.

After that, you avoided your parents like the plague. Thankfully after your father asked you to take up some of his responsibilities, something about grooming you to take over for him in a few weeks when he retires. Your new office was closer to your home than it was to your family home. So you had moved in back to your apartment penthouse.

The weeks droned on like thick molasses, slow and tedious. You couldn’t relax anywhere you went outside your apartment, because every time you were at work you were risking your parents’ suddenly asking you about Aegon or the Targaryens or anything like that.

Somehow it’s begun spreading across the office that you have been getting closer to the Targaryen family one way or another. It was good news for everyone working there because that could mean they’d be getting a pay raise if a collaboration happened. You didn’t know who spread the rumours but you had a feeling it was your father, his own way of putting pressure on you to finish the deal.

These rumours were what made it both surprising and unsurprising when Aemond Targaryen suddenly arrived in your office.

You had been busy with work calls the entire day, and when you were finished you had very little energy left and weren’t as perceptive to the things that were happening around you. All you knew was that it was around the time when everyone except the overtime labourers would go home. You should also go home but there was some work still left to be done.

Readying yourself to take on the mountain of paperwork you still needed to do, a knock on your door broke your attention.

“Come in.”

Your secretary popped her head in and looked positively frazzled.

“Sorry boss, there’s someone here to see you.”

You made a confused expression until the door was pushed open a bit more and you could see the hints of long white hair waiting on the front of your secretary’s desk not far from your door.

“I see.”

“I told Mr. Targaryen that you’d be busy, but he promised it wouldn’t take a long time.”

“It’s alright, send him in.”

She nodded as she stepped back and brought Aemond to your office. As the door opened further, you could see some of your co-workers looking at Aemond. Likely curious if he was the connection the rumours had been talking about.

You sighed as he stepped in and your secretary closed the door.

“Why are you here?” You refused to even look at him and instead picked up a piece of paperwork and a pen.

“Usually when guests arrive at my office I offer them a seat first before questioning them. But I understand you’re still training to take over your father.”

Though his sarcasm would’ve brought a smile to your face any other day. Today it only irked you.

“Oh, apologies Mr Targaryen, I wasn’t aware you were a guest. I had mistaken you for an intruder. Please, do sit.”

You sarcastically motioned to the seat in front of you. Before rolling your eyes and once again turning your attention towards the contract in front of you. You started trying to read through it as Aemond sat in front of you. Trying your best not to focus on the way his black dress shirt moulded his well-toned body. The same body you were almost acquainted with.

“How about we put the paper down darling, we both know you won’t be getting any work done with me here.”

At his smug voice, you practically scowled. You couldn’t take him anymore. You couldn’t take any of the Targaryens anymore. With their pretty face and smug bastardly attitude. They act as if they’re above everyone else and maybe if people like them didn’t exist, people like your parents wouldn’t be so desperate to climb and compete to act as smug and pompous as them.

You placed down your pen and paper and spoke through gritted teeth.

“You have yet to answer my question, what the fuck do you want Aemond?”

You dared to glare at him, trying not to cower at his piercing lavender eyes. For a second, you think you saw him soften at the eye contact, though it was gone before you could verify that thought.

“I wanted to talk to you personally.”

“About what?”

“About a potential collaboration.”

At those words, your eyes widened.

“But if I remember correctly, only your father’s office is soundproof, this isn’t. And I’d like privacy to talk about this.”

“What game are you playing, Aemond?” Your eyes squinted at him trying to gauge his reaction.

“Nothing, this is strictly business.” He motioned towards the messenger bag he was carrying. “I’d like these following documents and contracts with the heir to this company, but if you decline, I could always go to the head.”

“I’ll be the head in a couple of days, you can discuss it with me.” You cut him off. However, you quickly realised you took the bait.

“Very well, lead the way to a more private location then.”

A long silence swept across the two of you as you waited for each other to break. When it became clear Aemond wouldn’t, you stood up.

“Fine.” That was the only thing you said before you stood up and quickly packed up your things to leave.

Aemond followed suit as you walked out of the office building. Thankfully enough, a good chunk of people had already left. However, there were still a few who saw their boss walk into the car with Aemond Targaryen.

Your ride to your apartment was silent. Your head rushing through your options and wondering if what you were doing was the right thing to do. You couldn’t regret your choices though because before you knew it you were inside your penthouse, with Aemond fucking Targaryen.

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided to try and be casual, though you knew Aemond could feel your stiff nerves.

“Can I offer you a drink?” A sense of Deja Vu washed over you at that moment.

But you were confident tonight would end differently, you wouldn’t be tempted by Aemond Targaryen again.

“I’d rather keep my head clear for our discussion.” he answered.

You couldn’t help but admire the way he looked in your home as if he belonged there this entire time.

You nodded and motioned towards the couches in the middle of the living room. The two of you took a seat beside one another as Aemond took out his papers.

“As I’ve said before, I believe both mine and your corporation could benefit from a collaboration.” he handed you a few papers as he began explaining, “A data analyst from my team had informed me of your growth over the few months since your takeover to a leadership position.” Your eyes read through the words, these were proper documents, entailing a collaboration and what that would mean on both sides.

“I’m under the believe that once you take over, that growth will only increase at an exponential rate. In which case, you’d be the most recent trend. I’d like to offer an early collaboration.”

“So that you could get ahead of other companies that may want to work together with mine when we reach that moment of growth.”

“Precisely.”

You looked through some of the other documents in silence before putting them down and looking towards Aemond. There was the smallest hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

“What makes you think this trend of growth will grow when I take over? And if I remember correctly, it’s Rhaenyra Targaryen who has a say in big decisions such as this. How can I be sure you’ll fulfil your end of the deal if I agree to this?”

You stared at him, placing both your hands on top of your lap.

“To answer both of your questions, my family has put trust in me and my judgement in character. And I believe you to be someone strong and smart enough to fix the problems your father had when he took over the company.”

He spoke with a confidence that irked you. But there was something else in there that you were now noticing. An uncertainty, a sense of anxiety, a small hint of hopefulness. You wanted to laugh. He was the source of your embarrassment when you were speaking to Aegon and yet here he was asking you for a collaboration project.

“And why should I trust you? Last we spoke you had practically caused Aegon to embarrass me in public.”

You saw Aemond tighten his jaw slightly. A sense of pride bloomed inside of you at the ability to make Aemond motherfucking Targaryen nervous.

“Well, unlike your plan with Aegon, this would be beneficial to both of us. So I apologise for looking after my brother’s wellbeing.”

You quirked your eyebrows at his pathetic answer.

“So that’s it huh? The reason for this collaboration is because it’ll be beneficial to both of us?”

“Of course.”

You leaned closer towards him.

“I don’t buy it. Aemond Targaryen, you are a brilliant man. You would know that a collaboration with me at this moment would benefit me much more than it would benefit you. So, I’ll ask again, is that your only reason?”

You see the way Adam’s apple bobbed against his neck as you brought yourself closer towards him.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” You grinned at seeing the way he was reacting.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe Aemond didn’t actually have an edge. Maybe the people who worked with him and said he did have an edge just didn’t have the bravery to push him. You’d be the first.

“You know what I think Aemond?” You brought your body closer, till your legs are practically draped over his. “I think you’re doing this just as an excuse to see me.”

Your lips ghost against his as his breathing deepened.

“Because no matter how smart or brilliant you are, at the end of the day you’re just a coward who doesn’t have enough bravery to be man enough to talk to me normally.”

At that, Aemond closed the distance between you. Smashing his lips against yours as he quickly brought his hands towards your back and pushed you against his body. In return your hands made their way towards his hair.

Weeks and weeks of turmoil and mixed emotions filled the passionate kiss the two of you shared as you moaned into the way his tongue slipped past your lips.

“I’ll show you bravery.” He pulled away breathlessly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“I don’t believe you.” You bit back with a grin.

In response to your words, Aemond pushed you back to the couch so that he was now on top. You held onto the back of his neck as his lips made their way to your neck and collarbones, pushing against your blouse, as one of his hands was placed beside your head and the other worked to open the buttons of his shirt.

When he got all of them he pulled away, leaving you to groan at the disappearance of his soft lips. Aemond only grinned as he sat straight to take off his shirt and throw it away somewhere with the pile of papers.

Your hands immediately reached forwards to his body. You had already felt the outlines of his muscles on the motorcycle ride to his place the last time something like this happened. But this time, you were seeing and touching him without a single barrier between.

You let your hands wander against the expanse of his chest and abdomen. Aemond felt himself swell with pride at the way you were looking at him with such admiration and lust. When your nails dragged against his nipples, he had to throw his head back to stop a groan from erupting from himself.

Seeing this you grinned to yourself.

You reached up at him and pulled him back to your level, your lips meeting one another once more.

“Take my shirt off.” You whispered towards him.

Aemond only nodded as your lips connected again, whilst his hands made quick work of your blouse. Your hands pulled away from him just to take off the sleeves of your blouse before his hands crept underneath your back to unclasp your bra.

You let him pull the undergarment away from you and let him watch your chest free of the confines of your bra just as you did to him. Unlike you though, he didn’t waste any more time. Like a starving man who dreamt of his meal for years, he was quick to smother your chest in kisses.

You threw your head back and moaned loudly when his lips made their way to one of your nipples whilst the other one had the attention of his hand.

“Yes~ Oh, Aemond!” You moaned as you reached to hold onto his hair and the couch.

The feeling of his silky white hair pooling against your skin as he sucked and nibbled your nipples was heavenly.

Now and again Aemond would let himself slow down and look at you. Only to come back to pleasuring you with fervour at seeing your expression of lust and bliss. Completely ignoring the way his pants started to get tighter and tighter.

He’s been wanting to do this for the longest time and though he didn’t plan to do this now, wanting to wait until you were the head of your company and free from the chains of your parents. He could never refuse you. All he wanted to do was make you feel good.

But the moment you lifted your hips and ground against his clothed dick, he had to bite into your skin to muffle out a pathetic moan.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” you breathlessly spoke, sounding like an angel in his ears, “Don’t muffle yourself. I want to hear you feel as good as me.” You ground yourself against him again.

This time, Aemond let himself moan against your skin. His embarrassment caused him to bury his head against the crook of your neck and litter it with kisses.

“Who would’ve thought Aemond Targaryen was so shy when it came to fucking.” You teased as you tried to take off your pants.

Aemond feeling you squirm under him understood immediately, he pulled away from you to give you room to take your pants off. All the while he worked at his belt and pants as well. With only his boxers on, you could see the way it strained to keep his hard dick in place.

Your mouth watered at the thought of him inside of you. Unbeknownst to you, Aemond was frozen looking at you bare. You had taken off your underwear along with your pants. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything as he stared at your slick core, dripping with need. Need for him.

Seeing his hesitancy, you decided to take the lead. Using your elbows as support you pushed yourself up and lightly led Aemond to sit comfortably against the couch whilst you climbed above him. Aemond let out the loudest and most beautiful moan when he felt you rub your wet cunt against his clothed dick.

“Come on, let me see all of you.” You whispered in his ear as you tugged at the waistband of his boxers.

“Anything you want.” Aemond whispered against your skin as he shuffles to take off his boxers whilst leaving feather-light kisses against your shoulders and any piece of skin he could reach.

Your eyes practically widened when you saw him. All bare and vulnerable in front of you. You wondered for a second what your parents would think of you. But before your mind could wander any furhter. Aemond brought his hand to your chin and made you look up at him.

“Stop thinking, enjoy this with me.”

His words brought back the confidence you almost lost at the thought of your dissappointed parents. So you reached towards the coffee table where you had placed your bag for your wallet. You quickly took out the condom inside and placed it on Aemond, before teasing him even more.

He groaned at the feeling of you rubbing against him, his hands instinctively held your hips to still your movements.

“After all these months, you still want to tease me?”

You giggled, kissing the corner of his lips, “Maybe.” You spoke before slowly sinking into him.

The two of you groaned in tandem when his tip went inside, the intrusion was slightly painful at first but as you went slowly the feeling of pain only blossomed into unadulterated pleasure.

Aemond moaned your name when you bottomed out, placing his head on the crook of your neck as his arms embraced your waist. Your chest pressed against his and your bodies connected together. You don’t know if you’ve ever felt this much emotion for someone.

“Gods, Aemond.” you whispered as you slowly started to move.

He groaned in response as his fingers dug deeper into your skin.

“Aemond fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You muttered over and over agains as you started to bounce on his dick.

In response, he helped you by moving your hips and fucking you from underneath. His hips slamed against your own as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Between every word he’d sneak a kiss onto any place he could, just something to ground him.

All the while you held tight on the sofa behind him.

“I love you. Fuck, I fucking love you.” You felt him mutter against your skin, it caused you to clench against him, leading to an exceptionally loud moan from the man.

The thought of loving him struck you at that moment. Did you love him? Maybe? How long has he felt this for you?

One of his hands snuck their way into between your bodies and long fingers started toying with your clit, causing your legs to close around him even more.

You felt his thrusts get more and more messy and you could feel your own stomach twisting in a familiar feeling.

“Shit- Aemond- I’m gonna-”

“Yeah- yeah- me too, me too.”

You bit into the side of his neck as the band in your stomach snapped causing you to cum all over his dick. At the same time, Aemond groaned and thrusted one final time into you, before shooting ropes of cum into the condom.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. With him still being inside of you and you with your head in the crook of his neck. Breathing in and out trying to calm both your hearts.

You were first to pull away, with shaky legs you pulled yourself away from him and laid on the couch. Your legs on top of his thighs as he affectionately rubbed your ankles.

“I’m going to get us some water.” he spoke softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead before standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

When he came back, he had already discarded the condom and put on his boxers.

Handing you the glass of water, you sat up to retrieve it and silence soon followed.

Aemond was the one who tried to break it.

“I’ll call my driver while you shower. We can forget what happened and what I said if you want.” You looked at him at that moment, he looked, honest.

You remembered that look in Aegon’s eyes that time in the jazz bar. Something about the Targaryens and their perfect masks which seem to drop and show just how fragile they truly were.

Maybe the Targaryens weren’t such assholes anyways.

“No,” you reached out towards him, your hand against his the scarred side of his face, “Stay. I don’t want to forget what happened.” You leaned to press a soft kiss against his lips.

In return his hand held onto the yours that was on his cheek. He held it there in place even as you pulled away. Rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

“You know, once you become the head, there’s no way your parents can control you. Which means you’re free to do whatever you want.” He chuckles and leans to press a small kiss on the palm of your hand.

“You’re right.” You whispered, “Then!” You quickly stood up, holding his hand in yours, “As my first decision at doing whatever I want, I want you, Aemond Targaryen, to take a shower with me and spend the night here.”

You grinned ear to ear as Aemond stood up.

“I’d love nothing more.”

Just before the two of you made your way to the shower, Aemond spoke again, “You know Aegon doesn’t hate you or blame you. He knows what it’s like for your parents to push you to do something you don’t want to.”

Your brows furrowed at the thought of Aegon, you’d have to properly apologise to him later on. But on the meantime, you didn’t want to sour the mood.

“Damn, the famed Targaryen family has family drama? That’s surprising.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Eat Your Young is a song about the exploitation of the younger generation by a group of rich people that do not care at the fuck all. Though the song talks about stronger messages like the world of arms-dealing I want to write more about exploitation following the reader who is the first child of a very rich family who is trying to climb the ladder even more.

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 4

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Sexual tension. Mutual pining, though they’re both oblivious. Din is a simp for pretty things that are nice to his son

Author’s Note: Spring break ends for me tomorrow and I return to teaching children of my own at work so expect postings to become a bit erratic again. The goal, as always, is to post at least once a week. We shall see. But thank you for all the support and excitement about this story!! Makes my heart happy 🥹🥹

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Child

It wasn’t a long hike back to the ship, though it certainly wasn’t a short one. She had been on the lam for only a few days now, but her legs ached and she longed for a break. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Mandalorian was taking her back to Senex, she would have been thankful for the chance to sleep somewhere secure.

What a shame her security was just collecting his credits.

Behind her, the baby giggled and bounced the toy she’d given him. She smiled as she slowed, walking alongside the pod now. The child held the toy to her, and she patted the head gently. In front of her, the hunter glanced over his shoulder, as if to check she was still there.

She tried to ignore him, though whenever she caught a glimpse of him, her chest tightened. It was an involuntary reaction; one she knew painfully well as the start of something she shouldn’t want. But their close encounter with her mother’s droids brought them close together —closer than she’d been with anyone in some time —and the feel of his armor under her palms was cool against her panicked heated skin.

It was a dangerous game; one she knew wouldn’t end well for either of them.

The child hummed as they approached a ship that sat alone in Nevarro’s volcanic plain. The Mandalorian lifted his wrist, tapping into the pad that rested there. The hatch to the hull lowered slowly as they approached, and he motioned for her to go ahead of him.

“You can have the bunk,” he offered, pointing to the back of the ship as they boarded.

She glanced back at the bed —small, cramped, and certainly not what she was used to but far better than the ones she’d been sleeping in that week. Her bones ached for a chance to lay down, to relax and sleep without worrying about someone finding her. Since she was already caught, it didn’t really matter, did it? And she wasn’t going to deny the chance to sleep comfortably before she left the galaxy for good.

“I appreciate it,” she offered, setting her backpack on the bed, opening it before looking around the hull of the ship. “Where will you sleep?”

“If I do,” he responded simply, pushing the child’s crib gently so it hovered in the corner. “The floor.”

Her hands froze in her bag, and she turned back to him with a frown. “You cannot sleep on the floor of your own ship.”

“I have before.”

“I will,” she insisted, taking her bag back into her arms. “I am technically your captive anyway, it’s only fair.”

The Mandalorian stared at her, and she suddenly decided she did not like the expressionless face that was before her. Her ability to read people was something she was quite proud of. Years of honing it and learning to decipher meaning in body language was a great tool for anyone wishing to enter the political world. People were easy to read; their faces told so much without saying a word. But with his helmet on, it masked everything and she couldn’t determine a thing about what he was thinking or feeling. It was frustrating to say the least.

“No,” was all he responded with.

“Yes.”

“It’s the bed or it’s the carbonite. Take your pick, princess.”

Her mouth snapped shut, though not necessarily because of the threat. She would take the damn bed; it was a ridiculous argument. And if she was locked away, then she couldn’t fulfill her last attempt at salvation. The threat wasn’t the problem —it was the name. She was used to being addressed as such, but it was with respect. Adoration, awe.

It should have felt patronizing, the way he spoke to her. Rude, pushy. But something about the tone, behind the modulator of his helmet, made the nickname feel…electric. It struck her like lightning, making her toes curl in her boots and the hair stand up on her arms.

She thanked the Maker for the long sleeve shirt she wore for hiding her skin. The hunter was a man of details; it was part of his job description. If he noticed that the way he spoke to her did…anything to her, she wasn’t sure she’d make it to the end of the week without ruining two lives: her own and his.

While she wasn’t entirely sure why the name made her react in such a way, she knew what it meant. Flustered and warm from the thought —especially with how close they were earlier…Maker help her, because he was solid and strong and even if he was taking her to the end of her life…she felt safe. And she knew it was a terrible idea.

Which made the next thing she said completely and utterly inappropriate.

“If you change your mind, I’m sure we can make it work for two.”

*****

If she saw Din tense, she didn’t mention anything as she turned away from him and started to unpack. He simply stood there for a moment, staring at her back, unable to focus. Combined with how close they were prior to being on the ship —how warm she was pressed against him, with wide eyes and her hands on him —her comment was too much.

Din just…nodded in response, knowing she could not see him, and turned to climb the ladder to the cockpit. Grogu babbled behind him, though did not follow like he usually did. Din didn’t want to turn around; he couldn’t look at her. Not…not from behind, at least. Not right now.

“Grogu,” he ordered, hovering just barely off the ground as he clung to the ladder.

“Grogu?” She asked, and Din could hear her turn to face him. “Is that his name?”

Grogu cooed again, climbing from his pod to get onto the bed. Din silently cursed, being forced to climb down and face her. She sat beside the child, offering her finger to him with a soft smile. It was that softness that drew Din in more.

“He can stay down here with me, Mandalorian. I don’t mind.”

Din sighed heavily, shaking his head. “No, he can’t. He’s just…he’ll cause you trouble.”

She laughed then. A wonderful sound —light, genuine and all consuming. He wanted to hear it again; be the cause of it.

He was playing a dangerous game, he realized. One that he should have known better than to have even started.

“How much trouble can a child cause on this ship?” She countered as her laughter faded off, lifting Grogu into her lap. “He simply wants attention; he’s just a baby, after all.”

“He’s fifty,” Din corrected. Though technically she was right. Grogu was just a child by the standards of…whatever his people were.

“And not a day over.” She lifted Grogu in the air above her, smiling at him adoringly. “Let him stay with me. I’ll read to him, I’m sure you want a break —some privacy for your own sanity.”

Din swallowed hard, wondering if she knew about the dilemma he was facing regarding her. Or if she simply was being genuine for the sake of it. Given how she was looking at his child, hardly at the hunter himself, Din assumed she just…she was nice.

That wasn’t a good word to describe her. But he couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“That’s…thank you. That’s kind of you.”

“You’re just lucky he’s sweet,” she teased, looking back at Din finally with the same smile she had given Grogu.

With that, she set Grogu on the bed and pulled a book from her backpack as well as a parcel that was wrapped neatly. She glanced over her shoulder, giving Din a playful but pointed look.

“Go, Mandalorian.”

“Mando,” he finally corrected, turning to climb into the cockpit once more.

She repeated his nickname to herself and Grogu, and Din couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. Far less formal, just like he thought. It wasn’t laced with fear, or anger. It just felt soft, spoken like she had known him as a friend and not the man who was collecting a bounty on her head.

It was then that Din suddenly realized another dangerous dilemma:

He didn’t want to collect the bounty anymore.

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sunflowersandsapphires · 6 months

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Hi, can I request comfort fic with Frank? I just don't really like how my life looks right now... I don't like my job, but don't know what else I can do so I'm stuck here... and I feel really lonely recently and like I don't know what to do with my life... and reading fics are one of the few things that brings me joy...

So I thought about a fic where reader is sad and to cheer her up Frank planned a whole day for them to distract her from not kind thoughts?

And I'm sorry that I kinda dumpt it on you... I have trouble with expressing/describing my emotions and I think that was the first time I expressed those feelings to someone... Of course if you don't feel like writing this you can freely ignore this message, thank you 🫶🏻

Anon, I absolutely feel your pain. I’ve been dealing with my own work drama for months now and some days it feels like I’m going to have to completely start over to be happy. I hope I did your request justice, and if you ever need to rant to someone, my DMs are open :)

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank helps you when work is breaking your spirit.

warnings: swearing, hints of smut but nothing graphic

w/c: 3k

Digging your jagged nails into the flesh of your palms, you forced yourself to tune out the overwhelming plethora of stimuli that was currently bombarding you on the subway. Screaming children, the heat of bodies crowding around you, the shrieking of wheels on metal tracks, some old guy coughing up a lung at the back of the car, the bright fluorescent lights beating down on the dozens of people crammed in here like sardines. Fuck, you hated the subway.

It was especially unbearable on days where you were already overtired from work—which, recently, seemed to be every day. This job was supposed to be your ticket to a good life and a stable future, but instead it was a joyless, energy-sapping, waste of your fucking time. Your coworkers were catty, your boss far too demanding for the bottom of the barrel wages you received, and the work itself was dreary. Each day you sat in that cubicle, you could feel the light inside you flickering, just waiting for one more lackluster employee review to be completely snuffed out.

Clearly, you weren’t the only one who felt this way about your place of employment, given that over a third of the staff at your level had quit in the last two months. Unfortunately for you, this meant longer hours and crankier conversations with your superiors, who were consistently disappointed in your performance despite you efficiently accomplishing everything that was asked of you.

Not only did longer hours lead to you getting overstimulated on the subway, but it meant you’d been spending less time at home with your boyfriend. You’d barely seen Frank this month, between his trips out of town and your rigorous schedule, and it was driving you up a wall. All you wanted was to let him wrap himself around you, petting your hair as you cried and holding you tight when you eventually fell asleep. Though, with the way your days were going lately, most of the time you didn’t want to be touched. You just wanted to shove crap food in your mouth and pass out before you had to go back to that hellscape in the morning.

Frank was the kindest, most thoughtful partner you’d ever had, so he gave you plenty of space on the days you came home in an emotion-filled silence. He could read your moods pretty well at this point, and always respected your wishes, even if it meant he’d be nursing a beer in the living room alone until he went to sleep. You’d hoped that today would grant you enough energy to enjoy some time with him, but the world wasn’t that charitable.

Shuffling off the subway amongst the masses, you let your body droop slightly as you trudged back to your apartment. Practically crawling up the stairs, you eventually reached the door—shoving it open in frustration as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

Instantly, you were greeted with the sound of soft music and the smell of onions and garlic cooking. Frank was in the kitchen, swaying almost imperceptibly to the song he was listening to, stirring a pot of what looked like tomatoes.

“Hey, doll,” He greeted you softly, throwing you a smile over his shoulder but remaining planted at the stove, probably in an attempt to give you space.

“Hi.” Your voice was breathy and small, your stony face accented with glassy eyes.

Frank knew better than to expect that everything would change in a day, but the sight of your crumpling face broke his heart. Stepping towards you with a furrowed brow, he tried for a small smile. “Another bad day?”

You nodded, the force of the movement drawing two parallel tears down your cheeks. Sniffling, you didn’t respond, confident that your voice would crack if you did.

“Do you want a hug?” Frank asked, hesitating a few feet from you as he waited for your answer.

“I’m n-not sure, Frankie.” You admitted, more tears pooling as you did. “Not r-right now, I think.”

Nodding in understanding, Frank crossed his arms, as if to keep himself from hugging you anyway. “Alright, sweet girl. Not a problem. Why don’t you go lay down while I finish dinner, hm?”

Sighing, you nodded once, padding to the bedroom and collapsing into the blankets with a poorly stifled sob. Frank winced at the sound, his hands burning with an ache to hold you, to make everything better, but he couldn’t do that until you were ready.

You’d only given him glimpses of the nightmare you were living. Whether you didn’t talk to him about it because you were worried it would scare him away, or because you didn’t trust him, he wasn’t sure—though the dark parts of his mind were convinced it was the latter. Regardless, Frank did his best to maintain a cozy home for you. It couldn’t be easy to have a mass-murderer-turned-government-hit-man as a partner, waiting around on your own for days while he worked odd jobs for Madani, but you’d never let it impact your love for him.

You were thoughtful, sweet, and adorably shy—not to mention you balanced him out in ways he’d never expected. The pair of you brought out the best in each other, despite your peculiar relationship. You’d never made him feel distant or guilty for leaving, simply welcoming him back from his trips with open arms and eager eyes. Yet, the past few months your job had been eating at you, sapping the life from your beautiful eyes and leaving a listless husk of his girlfriend behind.

He didn’t want to pry, far too afraid of snapping your already fragile composure and ruining the bond you shared. But every day you came home holding back tears, and it was going to kill him. He’d rip your office apart with his bare hands if it would end your misery, though he knew you’d never ask him to do that.

So, instead, he did as much as he could—laying out his softest sweatshirt on your bed, playing quiet music, making a warm meal for the two of you to share—all in an effort to take something off of your plate, to remove an ounce of weight from your shoulders. After a week with no indication that any of this was helpful, he’d started scheming.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too much begging to convince you to take an extra day off…

Stirring the tomato sauce one final time as he removed it from the heat, he tilted the pot over the cooked pasta, letting a ribbon of sauce drape over the noodles before giving it a quick stir. Scraping a dollop of sauce out of the pot with his finger, he popped the digit in his mouth, eyes closing in satisfaction at the array of flavors.

Brushing his hands across his jeans, he plated two generous helpings of pasta, assuming you had worked through lunch once again, and set them in front of two chairs at your table. Steeling himself for the sight of your tear streaked face, he shuffled over to the bedroom and knocked softly.

“Darlin’? You ready to eat?” Keeping his voice low, he gingerly opened the door. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light that managed to slip through your curtains, his heart squeezed at the sight of you sleeping, curled in fetal position. Your delicate hands clenched around your covers like they were your lifeline, your damp face squashed against his pillow. Biting his lip in thought, he returned to the main room to cover the pasta.

Spending very little time tidying up, he wandered back into the bedroom, stripping out of his clothes in exchange for a pair of sweats and a worn Henley. Settling behind you with a book in hand, he slipped under the covers as unobtrusively as possible before his inner monologue made him pause. Would you even want him beside you? Was he crossing a line?

Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about that for long as your sleeping form unconsciously wrapped around him, a small sigh falling from your lips as you nuzzled into his stomach. Smiling down at you, his free hand came up to stroke over your hair, his own grin widening when the soft touch made your lips twitch up in a sleepy smile. He thumbed through about a chapter of his book before you began to stir, shining lashes fluttering as your eyes opened. As the sleep disappeared from your eyes, Frank felt another wave of apprehension cresting in his chest, but the tide was quickly settled by your sweet gaze. Nestling into his side more deeply, you hummed in appreciation. “Hi, Frankie.”

“Hi, sweet girl. Did you have a good nap?” A teasing mirth danced in his gaze, making you avert your eyes bashfully.

“Mmm hmm. Sorry.” You murmured, rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt.

Clucking his tongue, Frank slid down to face you, tracing a thumb over your cheek. “No reason to be sorry, dollface. I’m glad you slept, you’ve been tired.”

Sighing deeply, you traced the buttons on his shirt. “Work’s been a lot, recently.”

“I figured as much, doll. Ya don’t gotta tell me anything, but I’m always here to listen, yah?” The tip of his thumb caressed your ear.

Blinking back tears, you looked up at him apologetically, “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark, Frank, it’s just so stupid and I—“

“Hey, hey, it ain’t stupid.” Frank tugged you impossibly closer, brushing tears off your face carefully. “If it bothers ya, it’s not.”

“You just…” You drew in a ragged breath, the inhale catching on a sob. “You have so much to worry about already, and I don’t want to be a burden!” Bawling now, you felt your chest constricting at the thought of dumping more work onto Frank’s already overflowing to-do list.

“You’re not a burden.” Frank spoke fiercely, looking deep into your eyes. “You have never been a burden, doll. Never.”

His words were a promise, you drank in his commitment with immense desperation, praying to forces you didn’t believe in that he was being truthful. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Frankie,” Your voice cracked on the admission. “I’m fine at my job, but nobody can see that, and I don’t feel satisfied by the work that I’m doing but it’s all I know! I can’t just quit, I don’t have any other plan, this is everything I’ve worked for and—“ Your ramble broke off into sobs, your breath hitching as Frank shushed you quietly.

“I know, I know, doll. It sucks right now and I’m so sorry.” Rubbing a hand over your back, Frank encouraged you to breathe, waiting until your lungs could actually take in oxygen before continuing. “Sweetheart, if ya wanna quit, I’ll support ya. If ya wanna stick it out, I’ll support ya. Regardless of what you choose, I’ll be right here at the end of the day.”

“I can’t quit, Frank, we need the money.” You whimpered.

“Hey, we can figure it out if we need to. It ain’t a problem.”

Nodding against his palm, you considered your options. “For now, I’ll stick it out. But, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, honey. It’s my job to look out for ya, remember?” His sappy remark sparked a tiny smile from you. “You’re my girl, sweetheart. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

Nuzzling into his chest, you stifled a yawn before abruptly looking up at him with wide eyes. “Shit, Frankie, what time is it? Did I miss dinner?” Wriggling out of his embrace, you wiped the lingering tears off your face before sitting up. Frank bit his tongue to keep from chuckling at your genuine concern.

“Dinner is waiting for us, sweet girl. I’m in no rush.” Cradling your neck, Frank pressed a languid kiss to your lips, taking advantage of your distraction and flipping you on top of him.

“Frank!” You squealed, beaming down at him with more happiness than he’d seen from you in weeks.

“What?” He questioned innocently, gently leading your face back to his for another kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” You wondered aloud, returning the kiss but looking at him with feigned exasperation.

“I ain’t allowed to love on you now?” Frank asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes, shuffling off of him and out of the bed. “C’mon, you sap. Let’s eat the dinner you made before it’s ruined.”

As the night sky populated with stars, Frank doted on you insistently. He’d reheated your dinner, turned on your favorite movie, even brought you a pint of your favorite ice cream for dessert. You’d gratefully accepted his comforts, yet he still seemed to be holding back. As he puttered around in the kitchen, doing the dishes alone (he’d staunchly refused your help), you could see the wheels turning in his brain.

“Frank, is something wrong?” You asked, picking at a stray thread along the seam of the blanket he’d wrapped around your shoulders, gazing over at him as your heart rate pounded anxiously.

“Huh?” Your timid question snapped him out of his thoughts, his hands nearly flinging the soapy dish across the room as he spun towards you. “Oh, uh, no. Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart.”

Unconvinced, you nodded, nibbling on a hangnail poking out from your thumb. In an attempt to self-soothe, you shifted your attention back to the tv, but Frank’s energy still seemed out of place.

Placing the last plate in the dishrack, Frank dried his hands, ambling over to you with a hesitant smile. “I gotta ask ya something, doll.”

Nervousness spiking, you nodded, tilting your head in anticipation of his query.

“If I asked ya to call in sick tomorrow, what would ya say?” Frank’s jaw was tight as he asked, clearly expecting anger in response.

“I’d say absolutely, love. Why do you ask?” “I was hopin’ you’d wanna take an extra day, to escape those assholes and maybe do something fun?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank Castle looked nervous. His eyes flirted between your gaze and his lap, his trigger finger twitching.

“Oh, Frank, I’d love that!” You gushed, throwing your arms around him. He grunted in surprise, his own hands coming up to hold you in place so you didn’t topple off the couch. “I’ve been hesitant to take sick days because everyone’s been so on edge lately, will you sit with me when I call in?”

“Course I will. If anyone gives ya trouble, they’ll have me to answer to.” Frank assured you with a menacing glint in his eye. Kissing his nose, you stroked a knuckle over his stubbled cheek.

“Thank you, handsome.”

“Anything for my girl.”

True to his word, Frank made sure you were seated comfortably in his lap when you called in sick, both so that he could rub reassuring circles along your waist, and so that he could hook his chin over your shoulder to listen for any flack you might be given. Fortunately for your boss, they grumbled an “ok” and hung up quickly. Anything ruder than that, and they might have been on The Punisher’s shit list.

Sinking backwards into your boyfriend’s sturdy chest, you shuddered. “Glad that’s over with.” Breathing deeply, you took a moment to collect your anxious self before standing to get ready for the day. Or, trying to stand, at least.

A set of strong hands caught your hips, yanking them backwards to hold you in Frank’s lap.

“Frank!” A small fit of giggles burst out of you as his fingers pressed into your ticklish skin.

“What’s the hurry, doll? We’ve got all day.” Planting heated kisses along your neck, you felt Frank smile when you mewled in response. “Attagirl, let me make ya feel good, hmm?”

Whisking you back to the bedroom, Frank helped you forget all about your shitty job.

Slightly breathless following your morning exercise, you hummed happily as Frank continued to press his lips to the exposed flesh of your body, taking care to show every piece of you as much love as possible. Boxing you in with his massive arms, he molded his beautifully crooked nose against yours, finishing his trail of kisses with a lengthy kiss to your lips.

“So, what did you have planned for today?” You asked against his lips, threading a hand in his hair.

“Nothin’ much. I was thinkin’ maybe nice coffee and a trip to that museum you’ve been talkin’ about?” A blush crept over his cheeks. “Sorry, doll, I, uh, I ain’t too good with this…” He gestured between the two of you.

“Aw, Frankie,” You scolded gently, kissing him tenderly. “You’re plenty good at ‘this’.” You mirrored his gesture and he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, honey. You’re the most romantic partner I’ve ever had. And that plan sounds lovely. Let me clean up and we can go for coffee.”

As you curled into a seated position, Frank caught your wrist. “Hey! Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“To wash up!” You giggled, striding back over to the bed where he slotted you between his legs.

“Nah, you’re gonna sit right here while I draw you a bath. And I’m gonna run to the coffee place across the street and get ya one of those sugary drinks ya like so much. Then we can go out, if ya feel up to it.” His demanding tone made you smirk, his military tendencies tended to come out when he was concerned about you.

“That sounds perfect, love.” You kissed his cheek, sitting on the bed as he headed to the bathroom.

The rest of the day passed quickly, leaving you longing for more cozy time with Frank. Though he considered himself lacking in the romance department, he’d provided you nothing but pure love on your day off, indulging your every whim just to see you smile.

And as you fell asleep at the end of the day, you clung tightly to him, trusting him to get you through whatever life threw your way.

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taekooker to jikooker: my personal experience.

this is merely how i felt and all the things i saw while being a hardcore taekooker for almost a year and a half. if you get offended, im sorry but the unfollow and block button is right there, i dont mind. i love taekook themselves, but i can no longer look at them in the way i used to. now they genuinely look like best friends to me. people change, and their perceptions and views on different aspects of life change. thats what happened to me.

I first joined this fandom 5 years ago in mid january 2018 through my friends. taehyung was my first ever bias, so most of the bts related yt recs i had were mostly of taehyung and ot7, and occasional ship videos among which taekook was the most prominent. me being a curious lil unsuspecting lamb, clicked on one, it also helped that my friends were taekookers as well so i dived pretty deep into the rabbit hole of taekook. im gonna be writing my thoughts and experiences on shipping taekook at different times of the year. i dont remember every single detail clearly (like this was 5 years ago) so forgive me if i sound vague at times plus this will only be a summary. without further ado, lets start, shall we?

february-march, 2018

by this time, i already watched quite a few taekook analysis videos, i also came across a few tkk_lives' videos(i think i came across her vids like much later but i just included it here) as well as other deluded channels. i fell even deeper into the rabbit hole. i thought taekook were the epitome of boyfriends silly in love, i felt like they had the best chemistry and that they were the ones whose ship actually made sense. i feel so embarrassed to admit this but one of my rather major reasons for shipping them was how good they looked tgthr🤦‍♀️(im a changed person now i promise). now i realise many tkk analysis channels tend to heavily edit things to make it look like theres something going on, overanalysing things to no end, it made me see them as if they were closer than they actually are, and as if theyre hiding something, but it was really just heavy and clever editing that forces your mind to get convinced. it was quite literally manipulative. plus back then, i was rather immature and hadnt even been in a rltnshp yet, so i blindly believed whatever they said. i believed every narrative and every theory they put out even if i knew lots of them didnt even make sense. they constantly also put out the jealous jungkook/taehyung whenever the other breathes next to another member..as i now realise, thats one of the biggest toxic traits a person can have. they were always pushing tkk as a toxic relationship without even knowing it(or just ignoring it). i also do not like jikook analysis vids where they are portrayed as the same territorial mfs who cant stand the other interacting with anyone else but himself. bc thats literally pushing their relationship as a toxic one and making them look toxic, and i would rather not do that.

march/april-september, 2018

i only watched taekook vids and funny bts moments for a long while as a baby army. i didnt watch official content very much, i ddint even know how to watch official content..i didnt know bangtantv existed yet💀 this tkk analysis watching continued for around 4 or so months after i became an army before i took an unintentional break from them(analysis vids) and i went on twitter. twitter, was so much worse(as i now realise). i didnt have an account at that time and learnt to browse on twt without one(it doesnt really let you do that anymore). at first, i found nothing weird or unusual and i enjoyed lurking on twitter, but slowly i started to see the ugly side of the community. i found multiple accounts directly or indirectly hating on jimin. i was weirded out. very weirded out. i was quite conflicted but..i only thought of it as jimin haters who were coincidentally tkkrs, maybe i refused to see tkk shippers in a bad light? probably, unfortunately i cant remember much and as i said, i was immature.

october-december, 2018

i stumbled across gcf in tokyo somewhere in october, i think it was in a fanwar on twitter and a jkkr said "at least we have this" or sumn along that line and put a link to gcft . idek how i didnt see it earlier. immediately after watching it, i felt..weird, conflicted, insecure. insecure about my ship. it seemed so romantic to me even then. but ofc i didnt let myself give up immediately, and i searched interviews + info about it, i found tkkrs saying vminkook were supposed to go tgthr and jikook only went bc they had a few days off and tae didnt. that gave me a lil bit of security and i held onto that thread of security and refused to believe or even hear out the actual fact(which i will come to later). as you can see, i was a stubborn mf. inside i knew that even if tae not having time off was the "only" reason behind jikook's japan trip, it was still unusual and suspicious to go on a trip with only your "bro" when said "bro" has told you and the world multiple times that they wanna go on a trip alone with you, when the hotel room you're staying at with your "bro" has a see-through glass wall for the bathroom and when you make a whole love confession in the guise of a travel log for your "bro" while your boyfie is waiting for you at home.

in conclusion, i was very insecure.

did i give up? no, not yet. we're getting there.

so as a masochist and out of curiosity caused by insecurity, i searched up jikook videos on yt, thinking "there's no way they could ever have more chemistry than taekook 🙄" - when i tell you i was wrong as fuck, i mean it. i was HUMBLED. the chemistry and tension between jungkook and jimin was undeniable. i felt uncomfortable watching some certain moments, felt things that i didnt feel while shipping taekook, saw things i didnt see in taekook.

i was confused plus the sinking feeling you get when you've been too loud about what you think and your opinions but then it turns out you were a stupid ass bitch.

there was a plethora of jikook vids, and i think my first jikook video was from Made in Busan, ig it was the "serendipity" analysis? back then it made lots of sense to me, but now it looks slightly overanalyzed (i still believe "serendipity" is very much connected to jikook tho). i slowly got more introduced to jikook in general. this mainly occured in like the first week of october and december as i had my boards in november.

december/january-february, 2019

so its been more or less of a year since ive become a tkkr, gcft is still in the back of my head screaming at me. and then jikook drop another bomb. that is, 2018 MMA.

this..was just, just..i cant explain it in words. jungkook had every bit of his attention directed towards jimin, they were giving each other loving glances, jimin giving jungkook a flying kiss, jungkook giving jimin a finger heart, jungkook subconsciously massaging jimins nape..it was just so domestic and coupley. i've never third wheeled so bad in my life. i felt like i was interrupting something by watching them. imagine how hyunjae next to them felt😔✊not to mention how it very much looked like jungkook was saying "남편"[ nampyeon] meaning "husband" and "형의 남친"[ hyung-ui namchin ] meaning " hyung's boyfriend" in their conversation after jimin pointed to himself and jungkook (forgive me if the spellings/romanizations are not accurate enough, im not fully fluent in korean). plus, after jungkook said it, jimin smiles and shyly looks down..LIKE??

youtube

watch from 31:00 to see for yourself. im not kidding.(p.s i love this video so much)

i was bamboozled. i was shocked. i was frustrated. i was feeling stupid. i was begging for taekook to drop something mindblowing or sumn that would regain my secuity in the ship and i found some moments during other award shows but, it didnt feel the same. to me it was really looking like taekook had boundaries and limits between each other, the limits that apply when you're good friends. but with jikook, i couldnt see how their gazes towards each other could be passed off as anything platonic, how their actions+body language could ever be seen as platonic.

so what did i do? did i give up? oh hell no im stubborn as fuck. but we're getting there.

i ignored every jikook moment and brought my focus back on taekook, i started watching analysis and moments again. in a span of a few weeks, the security around my ship had improved after pretending that i didnt feel like a stupid mf after MMA 2018. haha. it sorta worked lol. sorta.

march-may, 2019

these were my last months as a taekooker.

after all that shit, all i wanted was more taekook moments to make me feel better about myself. and i did get quite a few. however, as i said before, they looked like they had boundaries. i couldnt look at them exactly the same.

i was busy in april with my class tests, i doubt i had much time to catch up with the boys. so when the tests ended, it was most likely in the last week of april or the first few days of may.

we all know what happened in the first few days of may, don't we? in case you don't, this is what happened.

surprisingly, i clearly remember the first time i got to know about it.

it was in class, i just arrived and then one of my friends and i start talking and she goes [this convo is all translated from bengali]

"hey did you see what jungkook did at the latest concert?"

"no, i didn’t, what did he do?"

"he went and literally sucked on jimins ear!"

i was shocked once again, my eyes went wide, my heart did a backflip..all that shit. i didnt believe it at first.

"don't joke around like that, you're being absurd" i said.

"im not kidding bro, he sucked jimins ear in the rosebowl concert last week, ill send you a link too"

when i got back home, sure enough, the link was there and i saw jungkooks ear nibbling in all its glory, albeit a bit low quality. but no doubt he took that ear into his mouth and i knew it.

surely i must've given up now? no, but im this🤏 close we're almost there i promise

i went online and found lots of tkkrs denying that jungkook ever took jimin's ear into his mouth and that jimin's ear only got caught on jk's chin. but..if it got caught on jk's chin then that means his chin was behind jimin's ear, and his lips must have been at least kissing jimin's ear, given that we couldnt see them very well. the lip we could see was the upper lip, which again lead me to be believe that jungkook did indeed, suck jimin's ear.

yeah, my faith in tkk was crumbling into millions of pieces. because i couldnt see how jungkook, being in a supposed relationship with taehyung, could do that with tae's best friend. i sure as hell wouldnt let my partner get away with that, nor would i ever do that myself with someone else other than my partner. even if its to comfort them. it just goes way over platonic boundaries.

i was seriously considering shifting over to jikook by now. but before that, i searched lots of shit up abt jikook.

there i saw an interview where jimin talked about the tokyo trip with jungkook. what i believed until now was that vminkook were supposed to go tgthr but jikook were the ones with time off, and tae didnt have time off. jimin said he told taehyung and jungkook that he wants to go on a trip to Japan. he didnt say he wanted to go on a trip WITH taehyung and jungkook. yall, ive told my wishes to go to japan and turkey multiple times to my friends, does that mean im taking their asses with me? no. mind you, jimin has said he wanted to go on a trip alone with jungkook multiple times in their rookie era. on jimin's bday of 2017, jungkook tweeted a pic of him(jimin) with the caption "Its not over yet.." and shortly after, we find out jikook went on a tokyo trip by THEMSELVES with no staff, no managers and no other members. dropped off at the airport by jungkook's dad and brother and jimin's dad. jungkook paid for everything and put a hell lot of time into making the masterpiece that is gcf in tokyo WITH a bgm of a gay fucking song by a queer fucking artist and showed the fucking rainbow colored ferris wheel at the line "love is a road that goes both ways".

also

its clear who the main model of gcf is.

you can deny the trip being only for jikook, but you can not deny the symbolism and significance shown in gcf in tokyo. saying "jungkook didnt understand the song, hes not fluent in english" - is so small minded and belittling.

saying he didnt show jimin on the parts "boy, im holding onto something, wont let go of you for nothing, im running, running just to keep my hands on you" on purpose is not only straight up denial but also understimating jungkook's intelligence and artistic capabilities, saying that jungkook isnt smart enough to get the meaning behind these words. and just because hes korean. thats fucking racist if you ask me.

then i discovered the iconic osaka vlives, i was convinced. it was my last straw along with rosebowl.

alas, after around a week of denial, i gave up and became a jikooker in mid may of 2019. ive never looked back. over the years they've only given us more and more evidence and i doubt my beliefs will ever change soon.

i hope this was kinda fun to read, i had been planning to do this for a long time. im glad i finally got to say my thoughts out here. thank you for taking the time to read this<3

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