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Yan. Luka x GN ! reader// Tied Up
TWs: 18 +, degradation, noncon, force feeding, kidnapping, small mentions of blood, Luka being Luka
A/N: For this, it’ll be under the prompt of Luka having kidnapped his darling– and partially what his routine is directly before and after he leaves and comes back for work. ( ´ ω ` )
MDNI!!!
❤️ When Luka kidnaps you, there’s a variety of places he’ll keep you tied up at: his basement, his bedroom, his attic.
On the days where he wants to keep you close, he’ll have you tied up in his bed, your body completely naked and your wrists bound to the headboard. There’s LED lights on his walls, and he loves to keep them a purple tint. He usually lights candles in his room, so it always smells nice. He particularly likes the floral smell of jasmine and rose.
Before he leaves for work, he’ll kiss you on your lips and run his hands over your thighs, telling you to behave while he’s gone. There are heavy black drapes over his windows, and every exit has a padded lock on it.
He also places a gag in your mouth– just to make sure the neighbors can’t hear you potentially screaming when he’s gone.
Usually it’s a normal gag– but if you’ve been acting up lately? He might straight up lodge a dildo in our mouth and use that as your gag.
And when he gets back from his job, the first thing he always does is walk to his bedroom and shower you in love and attention.
When he has a good day, Luka will be relatively peaceful. He’ll leave little kisses all over your body while he asks you what you want to eat, genuinely wanting to please you. But if you’re rude to him and tell him to fuck off? That’s alright. You just won’t eat that night. If you cooperate and act kind to him? He’ll give you anything you want.
…However, when he has a bad day, things aren’t so pleasant for you.
You can always tell when he’s had a bad day. His footsteps are heavier, his ears lay flat, and his fluffy tail drags on the floor as he barges into the bedroom. May or may not slam the door behind him.
He doesn’t say a thing as he begins to furiously unbuckle his belt, throwing his black hoodie to the side and pushing his pants down to his knees.
It doesn’t matter if you scream, beg, or cry– he fucks you regardless.
Luka forces his cock inside of you immediately, absolutely no foreplay whatsoever. It almost always hurts. He digs his nails deep into your hips, muttering obscenities under his breath. Everything he says is incoherent, and his grip on you is so harsh that it leaves dark marks on your skin.
And don’t even think about struggling. If you squirm and writhe and scream at him to stop, he’ll only grow even rougher– rough enough to draw blood.
His painted black nails cut your skin, his teeth bite into your flesh, and he pushes his cock so far into you that it’s impossible to fit any more of it inside. He’ll call you names– call you his dirty little fuck toy. His stress reliever, his no-good, disobedient slut. But if you cooperate, he might do the exact opposite: praising you for taking his dick so well.
And no matter how much you beg him not to– he’ll cum inside you regardless. He loves the way it overflows and drips out of your body.
If he’s particularly angry, he might fuck you another one or two times, uncaring if you’re overstimulated.
When everything is done and he’s all spent, though, the post-nut clarity will hit him like a truck. He’s leaning over you panting like an animal, sweat dripping down his slim toned body. He looks down at the mess he’s made and feels a bit remorseful– so right after he fucks you, he’ll leave a warm kiss on your forehead, then ask if you want anything to eat.
If you’re sobbing from beneath him though, he’ll take the time to kiss your tears away, not saying a single word. Since he already knows what your favorite food is, he’ll just go ahead and make you that.
Even when it’s time to eat, he still won’t untie you. He’ll carefully feed you every single meal, being relatively patient with you the entire time. (But if you’re being difficult, he’ll simply chew the food for you then spit it into your mouth. After all, he doesn’t want you to starve. So… If you don’t like that, you better just eat the food directly from the fork…!)
…If he’s feeling particularly sensual, he’ll pick up the food with his hands and stick his fingers in your mouth, letting you lick and suck on his fingers all the while. Doing this will cause him to fuck you– it doesn’t matter if you both have already done it multiple times that day. His libido is crazy.
And every night, he’ll untie you from the headboard– but instead, he’ll tie you to him by the waist, and he’ll be the big spoon. He’ll also wrap his arms and tail around you, just to be extra safe.
#luka posting#yandere oc#yandere#yandere x reader#yancore#yandere fic#yandere x darling#oc x reader#yandere x you#i feel so guilty putting so many tags#help#male yandere#luka art
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#guilty gear#ggst#guilty gear strive#i am...#the guilty gear#sol badguy#i feel evil as fuck putting so many tags lol#ms paint
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whats with your roadtrip au?
Thank you for asking lol!! Basically this is an au where Shayera is found out as a spy well before the Thanagarian invasion can actually take place. When the news breaks during a meeting, tensions rise and she grabs Wally as a hostage so she can escape without interference. The whole au is basically just Shayera on the run from the league while Wally is forced to tag along— Shayera is trying to contact Thanagar to come bring her home, and the league is trying to track them both down. Wally isn’t particularly happy to be there
#also everyone who commented on the inhibitor is correct#my thought was that either shayera would grab one from the league building on her way out or it would be thanagarian tech she’s had#for a while#she puts it on him so he can’t run off and give up her location to the league#in my mind neither of them are happy that Wally is there#Shayera feels guilty because he’s mad at her but she’s too far along in her panicked plan to let him go without gettinh caught#anyways thanks everyone for showing interest in my au I have way too many thoughts about it#dc#my art#wally west#Shayera hol#jlu#the flash#Hawkgirl#asks#I’ll make a tag for the au if enough people are interested I think#road trip au
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Tara headcanons :3
(it's literally just angst. Blame @lionydoorin for making me have Tara thoughts)
She can't stand the smell of cooking meat anymore. It reminds her of Amber.
After Sam left, there wasn't anyone buying groceries on a regular basis. She never starved, but there were many occasions where she went to bed hungry.
She doesn’t remember most of the night her dad left (or even the man himself for that matter). She tried to grab him as he was leaving, but he shoved her off. She slammed her head on the corner of the wall really hard, and ended up with a scar on her forehead, chronic psychosomatic migraines, and tinnitus.
She'll avoid going to the hospital unless she absolutely has to. Not only does it reminds her of being attacked, she was also a really sick kid, and she spent a lot of her childhood hospitalized. Even just going to the doctor stresses her out.
She's like. 70% stress and anxiety at any given moment. Seriously somebody get this girl some SSRIs before she has a heart attack.
Her leg and hand have permanent nerve damage, and her entire left arm is kind of fucked up after 6. She has a semi-permanent arm brace, a cane for her leg, and a whole lot of chronic pain.
Christina had a revolving door of boyfriends, and would bring them home sometimes. They were almost always awful to Tara.
She really misses Amber sometimes. She never tells anyone.
#god I have SO many thoughts about her#canon isn't angsty enough I must make her suffer more#*puts her in the blender*#the other 30% is rage btw#---#pretty much the only thing her leg is good for is telling when it's about to rain#like. it works. she can walk on it. but it can't support her weight and she walks with a limp#so she has a cane. no matter how much she hates it#she just wants to be /normal/. normal people don't have nerve damage from their girlfriend stomping on their leg#so she just pretends it didn't happen. and there's nothing wrong with her leg#--#Christina's guys were awful to Sam too (when she was around) but this is Tara headcanons so#-#she feels so incredibly guilty for missing Amber#she misses the person who tried to kill her. who tried to kill her sister. who /did/ kill her friends. how awful is that?#so she never tells anyone#the guilt almost eats her alive#Tara tag#horror tag#hc tag
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Restorative or Transformative?: Homoerotic Subtext, The Closet, and Ciphers in Pop Culture. The nature of commercial art is that it’s sometimes bad and inconsistent. Notably it’s also misogynistic. One way in which audiences try to reconcile massive plot holes or gaps in character motivation is by reading secrets or hidden information into a plot.
Commonly, male characters are interpreted as closeted gay or bisexual to reconcile the absence of women from commercial narratives with the generally stunted and poorly-written male characters that form the focus on said texts. This reading has become especially common among a non-heterosexual milieu. Rather than transforming the original text into some radically different new form, this closeted interpretation seeks to make the original text stand on its own as a story rather than a Swiss cheese of dumb writing decisions.
This interpretation only works for a specific type of pop, usually genre fiction. Any story in which tortured male leads eschew women in favour of male-male bonds (because female characters are constantly killed off, written sparsely, or written out, because the production team keeps casting their male buddies, because actors demand to keep having scenes with their bros, whatever) can become a sounder structure if you put one of them in a closet.
The gay interpretation is the natural consequence of shoddy misogynistic writing from ventures like Supernatural, Naruto, all the biggest hits. It’s also the natural consequence of more benignly misogynistic writing like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or The Lord of the Rings, where women aren’t necessarily rejected but are simply absent from the worlds of the protagonists. When the emotional crux of the story falls on male-male interactions, this reads as romantic because society at large priorities (definitively heterosexual) romance as the pinnacle of human connection. Two forces are in conflict, the primacy of heterosexuality (read as: romance) and the primacy of men.
Anyway. All that is to say that the typical gay or bisexual reading of male characters in pop fiction comes from a very real place. But, in some places, that’s the default interpretation. Angst, insecurity, secrets, double lives, fatigue, disappointment, restrained passion, stunted personal growth, anyone living in the closet can tell you that it impacts and defines your whole life to know that you live in a way fundamentally incompatible with The Proper Way that life is structured around down to tax law and superstore prices (which assume a heterosexual nuclear family unit). Characters in fiction also tend to have personal problems because that makes them interesting and tasty.
If you’ve grown up on stories with the specific type of misogyny that can be papered over with a closeted interpretation of the male leads, carrying this interpretation over to any male character will make sense more often than not. Even a bit of angst or insecurity? Well of course that makes sense if a character is closeted.
Except that’s hurt a normal part of fiction, and sometimes the closeted interpretation takes away from the point of a character. If a male character is on another axis of marginalization, the closeted interpretation imposed by the slash reading community downplays or trivializes the effects of that marginalization in the plot by overwriting it with another type of marginalization. Alternately, sometimes a character’s heterosexuality is a part of the story. There are some sorts of critiques or investigations of misogyny or masculinity that don’t work if the character has an ‘opt out’ of the cisheteropatriarchal perspective. Not that gay/bisexual men aren’t except from misogyny, but misogyny masculinity and heterosexuality are so tightly linked that it sort of defeats the point if you interpret that character outside of heterosexuality.
All that is to say—the closet interpretation is a quick and easy spice to apply to the weaker parts of action-adventure genre fiction to make it taste better. It draws from a large enough sample of art that it’s pretty widely applicable. Because of that, it’s part of some people’s [my] default interpretation package just because the semi-dull macho show at least gets less dull if you imagine there’s a reason for there to be no girls besides simple hatred. That then forms its own problem where the interpretation that works with your average genre work gets then blanket-applied to all genre works and obscures the places where the closet interpretation doesn’t fix the work, and actually makes it less interesting.
#kelsey rambles#I’m as guilty of it as anyone.#just thinking about Johnny Storm and like. bisexual ass character. deeply bi guy. but.#what IF he’s just heterosexual. what then. wouldn’t that almost be…more interesting#if he’s Like That and not closeted? what twisty gnarled psychological torments would a good comic have to explain him#and on the other hand. that one post I saw about how miles/hobie totally misses the point that their relationship is about solidarity#spider-punk and spider-byte’s alliance with miles are the same thing and to read it as romantic erases the important part#and on a third hand. when speaking of miles’ story. the stupid fucked Bendis running joke/subtext with Ganke#to have Miles be gay would possibly take away from the messy and interesting part of his character that is being a person with nothing#to hide. a totally honest genuine straightforward kid who is forced to start a double life by an outside actor#but at the same time it’s dumb and a cop-out to throw in that much bait and that much of a genuinely charged tense friendship#and then go ‘lol jk. nothing to see here’#the other thing is the semi joke in atsv about ‘coming out’ as spider-man#the most important thing about Miles having to hide is his relatively precarious position as a black kid. he’s not afforded the leniency#that Peter Parker would expect if he got unmasked. Miles is more cautious because he is in more danger because he’s Black#so to paint that struggle with the gay brush is to disregard the character’s raison d’être. while also#using that sort of language and structure deliberately puts a gay lens over that character and ignoring that or kicking it to the side#feels a bit cheap. to borrow the look and not the substance#way too many tags and it’s past my bedtime. thesis statement is:#miles morales is a character whose history is fraught with plenty of real gay subtext and whose character struggles are entirely divorced#from any sense of gender performance. he’s subtextually bi but that’s got so little to do with his story that it feels almost wrong to read#that into him because there is so much other interesting stuff going on with him
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the guy who destroyed the cure that was supposed to keep you alive/stable and ultimately kind of caused the deaths of your two brothers when maybe there was a chance they could’ve had at least a tense but less-evil life if the cure wasn’t ruined and you don’t really know who ms marvel is but she’s your new friend and she also looks annoyed with him so he must have done something: have i ever let you down? 😉😏
#sorry kamala i don’t know what he did to you yet i haven’t read that many comics :( don’t worry i’ll beat his ass for you though#because i know this dumbass did something.#i really wanna read what happened to her so i can have full knowledge because they did not do kamala and miles’s hugs enough justice#like wtf was that? ohhh i missed you so much!! okay bye#EXCUSE ME?#but at the same time. i don’t wanna put myself thru that#not tagging her because i feel guilty 😭😭💔#miles morales#spiderman#spider man#shift#m&m posts
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its just not fair that my mom has to be completely dependent on me 100% when im barely 20 years old
#vent in the tags if u dont wanan read#its not FAIRRRR dude#for context my mom has literally never had a job. ever in her life. she met my dad shortly after hs and she was completely dependent on him#now hes gone and she has literally nothing to her name (my dad didnt have a lot put away) so now shes dependent on me n my brother#but its just not fair bc she had literally 30 years to get her life together and she just??? chose not to???#now suddenly im responsible for all her bad decisions while she gets to coast her way through life like she ALWAYS HAS???#she wasnt even a good mother to me yet i gotta bend over backwards to accommodate to her feelings???#we've gotten into so many arguments about this and shes always like 'ur making me feel guilty :(' YOU SHOULD BE!!!!#it just baffles me that she HAD so so so many opportunities to get her shit together and she just never ever took them#how is she not embarrassed#and shes constantly calling me lazy...mf i am a full time college student and work 30+ hours a week to pay YOUR BILLS#i dont even know what to do bc we have an actively bad relationship but i dont wanna throw her out
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Some nights it really does feel like there’s something wrong me for being aro
#i know I KNOW there's not#but sometimes it feels like it#not like i owe anyone romance or feel bad for not feeling it#but just that its a form of connection that so many people find so easily and I might never get anything like it#especially when my pain is bad and i want someone to hold my hand or let me put my head on their chest#or even just complain to without feeling guilty about it#i already feel so goddamn isolated in my body and then not having anyone or even wanting anyone to touch just feels like self sabotage#i feel like i'm hurting myself being aroace#aro negativity#ace negativity#internalized amatonormativity#it's not even that but i tagged it so people that want that tag blocked won't see this#aroace#aro#ace
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I cannot stand Miles (for the most part), and I’m so surprised by how well I write him. Because again, I do not care for this man.
#he’s a good character#don’t get me wrong#i just don’t like him all that much#perhaps it’s just that he does whatever the fuck he wants and has no real consequences#like yeah that thing with mvk happens and he gets accused of murder#but where are the consequences for faking his death???#where are the consequences for all those ppl he probably framed for murder???#a consequence In this context is not a punishment#but the direct result of his actions actually affecting him#and he’s such a fandom darling that you really don’t see fanon doing that either#he’s got so much guilt and honestly it’s not properly placed#he feels guilty for Fran being shot meanwhile has anyone ever even thought about how many ppl hes potentially had a hand in killing#via death penalty of course!!!!!!#perhaps it’s less I hate him and more I hate how hes handled.#i don’t think every character must sacrifice themselves to be redeemed but I do think they need to put in the work if they don’t want to be#a villain. ya know????#i wrote a lot in these tags#my writes
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oversharing Wednesday because oversharing is enrichment. we are when it comes down to it very lonely people, like. we'll be talking to someone, in a group of people, and feeling very lonely. we just kind of require a lot of attention. but we also feel like shit asking for attention because we don't want to be too clingy so it's like ????? what do we do here. hello. anyway there's a filing cabinet somewhere in our brain holding every time someone's sent something to us out of nowhere or tagged something for us or told us we're cool or just in general showed us that we exist even when we're not being immediately perceived
#might delete might not. we'll see how we feel tomorrow#adding on to this as a personal note. idk about the others but i'm just a deeply guilty person too. i think i'm a part of why we struggle#to ask for attention. being frontstuck can affect the system's actions in weird ways lol. but i have a lot of guilt#a lot of it i recognize i should put down but i don't know where to put it down and i don't feel i deserve to#i feel guilty over last September i feel guilty over needing attention and validation i feel guilty over being a fictive i feel guilty over#so many things and even when i forget what i'm guilty about i can't forget the guilt itself. why am i still holding this??? my arms ache.#my shoulders hurt. i want to sit down and i don't know where i'm going but i'm so far from there#rambling#vent#Cecil's tag#sure lol i'll tag myself
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i rly just want to be a good dog, but there are all these human things i don't understand and human expectations of me.
i want to be told its ok if i fucked up - i tried, i'll get it next time
i want to know what i want that isn't just reactive to trauma
i want to feel like i'm more than a reflection of others
i want to be a person, in my own way. i want "me" to actually define something
dog is feeling bad abt itself/its ability to meet expectations/exist. it could rly use nice words pls.
it feels like i dont contribute anything except sharing stuff from elsewhere. I only create a single thing and that's writing that nobody reads. idk how to interact anymore and it feels scary and isolated and i just don't want to feel like this.
#why cant i stop feeling pointless#i feel like i never explain anything right#ive been ok but doing poorly but ok but doing poorly but... and like... why?#im so behind on getting stuff ready#im good at being “fine” by dissociating except that dissociating isn't “fine”#i want to stop worrying that i can't drop my guard or else i'll say something in a way i don't mean and instantly make ppl hate me#people get mad or upset and don't let u explain and even if u do and they accept it it doesn't undo the hurt caused and#puppy is scared and tired of making people upset with it#puppy keeps feeling guilty for expressing at all#nobody likes our writing#nobodys probably actually reading these tags#feel like idk how to participate in group dynamics without managing to feel rly rly alienated#and i'm comfy talking w so few ppl#i talk to <1 person per day out loud on avg#usually just myself or the air around me#there are maybe 4 people i message with any regularity#i feel bad bc they have to put up w more of me#i miss when i had so many online friends in so many places#i miss feeling like i knew how to talk to people#dogbrain#idk if this counts as an existential crisis#but just. dog sad.#sorry
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❍ ‗ Tough Work - Bang Chan ‗ ❍
Pairing : Bang Chan x f Reader
Summary : Bang Chan gets his plans ruined yet again by a late notice schedule and he's pissed. His friends call his girlfriend to the rescue to calm him down before he punches his laptop.
Word count : 3.2k
Warnings/tags : a little angst at the beginning, Chan is an emotional mess, swear words, smut (ONLY 18+), sex on a desk chair, unprotected sex (don't be silly goofy y'all), use of pet name baby, baby girl.
A/n : I had some inspo (not gonna tell you eheh) + it's the holiday season so yeah why not! Let's slut the holidays away🤣🙏🏻 merry Xmas pookies 🤎Also be KIND it's my first full written fic since like...august or sumn
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ps: No Beta'd. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy!
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When Hyunjin called you, it definitely came as a surprise. It was around five pm and you were doing absolutely nothing except chill on the couch watching a movie on your (very deserved) days off for the holidays. Until the phone suddenly rang, making you curious as you saw the name calling. Especially since you thought you heard Chan, your boyfriend, saying that they were working today.
'Hello?'
'Hey, yn, hi. Are you busy right now?' your friend's voice sounded slightly defeated as he answered, even though you could tell he was trying to play it off.
'Hyune, hi. No, I'm not, what's up? Is everything okay?' you sat straight, listening carefully.
'Yes and no. Listen, we got some late notice from the company and now Chan hyung is pissed. Like very pissed.' you frowned as he sighed, 'But mostly he's upset. And I know for a fact that the only thing that can calm him down it's you. Would you mind maybe coming over?'
You and Chan were supposed to meet at your apartment to have dinner together later, despite that you didn't even think twice before getting up and walking to your room to change quickly.
'Yes, got it. Don't worry, I'll be there in 10.'
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You didn't bother getting ready properly, with a full on makeup and hair done, or a carefully picked out outfit. Usually you'd have some decency going out, even just for meeting your friends. But right now you didn't have the time, nor the mood for it.
Hyunjin didn't give too many details, but since he mentioned a late notice schedule, you probably imagined that it would mess with your and Chan's plans for New Year's. It was not the first time that it happened unfortunately, but then again, it was his work. He couldn't truly help it, and you knew that it upset him.
You put on a gray wool oversized dress, some pantyhose, a padded jacket and a beanie, after quickly fixing your hair slightly. Then you grabbed your bag and before you knew it, you were in your car driving to the boys' dorm.
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Like you predicted, around ten minutes later you arrived and opted on sending Hyunjin a text instead of ringing the bell. He immediately came to answer the door and gave you a quick hug and a small smile.
'Changbin is not home. Me and Jisung are going out for a while, okay? Let me know when the threath has been doomed.' he joked, just as you waved to Jisung who was wrapping a big scarf around his neck. He smiled back and hugged you too.
'Thank you, yn. He wouldn't hear us out at all, so we decided to call you.' he said. You shook your head slightly as you took off the beanie.
'It's okay. I'm sorry that you guys probably also had some plans spoiled.' you responded. They both had a sweet yet quite defeated expression on as you switched places, them on the doorstep on their way out and you on your way in.
'Ah, It's alright. It's out job after all. Take your time, alright?' Hyunjin replied, and you nodded with a small smile before they closed the door behind them.
You sighed, mentally preparing to try and not look too disappointed. You were, of course, but now it wasn't about you. And besides, the last thing you would've wanted was to make Chan feel more guilty.
You made your way down the corridor to his room, which was pretty much silent. You knocked on the door gently, and just after a couple of seconds your boyfriend showed up. He was wearing a black hoodie, gray tracksuit pants and his big headphones. His face looked tired, serious and there was the slightest hint of red in his eyes.
His expression switched fast as soon as he realized it was you at the door and not one of his roommates, which had already taken turns in trying to comfort him and calm him down. He even had a small argument with Changbin, hence why he had to leave the house before they started shouting names at each other.
'Yn? What- weren't we supposed to meet later? Did I loose track of time-?' he quickly glanced down at the time on his phone, taking off the headphones with one hand and discarding them on his bed. The wallpaper being a sweet picture of you too making yout heart shrink a bit.
'Channie, hi baby. No, it's okay, you didn't. A little bird told me you needed some cheering up.' you smiled sweetly at him as you brought your hands up to stroke his arms.
He scoffed, releasing himself from your grip gently, just to walk back and plop down on his big plush desk chair.
'Which one of those fu-...ah, I don't even care. I assume that they told you, then?' he sighed heavily, stopping himself from curing at his friends. You walked closer, taking off your bag and jacket, placing them on the clothes hanger behind the door.
'Don't be mad. They did it because they care about you enough to not see your hair turn white from stress before your time.' you tried to lighten up the mood, but it didn't seem to work as he just proceeded to put his head down in between his hands.
Your smile fell, taking a deep breath, understanding that he really needed some time to get out his feelings first.
'Just about a late notice schedule. Nothing more, but I assume that it's for New Year's. Is that why you're so upset?' you scrunched down in frot of him, your hands placed on his knees.
He waited a few seconds before speaking, his voice low and quite monotone. 'We got two Japan schedules for the 31st and the 1st. But we have to leave on the 29th. And we'll probably not going to be back before the 2nd. Just in time for our already pre paid and organized planes to be canceled. Of fucking course.' his tone getting sharper as he spoke.
You stroked his thigh gently to comfort him, 'I'm sorry, baby. I know you were looking forward to a few days off.' you responded. He shook his head, frowning as he sat up straight.
'Fuck the days off. I can have days off all year. I was looking forward to spending at leas one fucking holiday with my girlfriend, in peace in a nice luxury cabin in the middle of damn nowhere.' he ranted angrily, before pausing for a second and giving you a quick look. 'It's me the one who should be sorry.'
'But it's not your fault, Chan. It's work, you have schedules and many times they may not be planned. That's how it works for many other jobs too, think about it.' you try to reason, once again taking his hands into your stroking them.
'It's the third time in four months. First it was your birthday, then Christmas, and now New Year's. It's starting to stress me out. Isn't it stressing you out?' he asked, frowning. You sighed.
'What do you want me to say? 'Chris this is too much, you're always busy with stuff that's out of your control so I'm leaving you'? Is that what you want to hear?' your tone slightly more stern. You weren't mad, but his constant throwing himself under the bus was bothering you. He widened his brown eyes, squeezing your hands slightly.
'No! What? Of course not. I was just-' you stood up straight, shushing him.
'Then stop with that shit. We can reschedule later. I don't give a fuck whether it is December 31st or April, or whatever. I'll be happy to spend time with my boyfriend and that's it. Okay? Stop beating yourself up about it.' your voice got warmer. He leaned forward, resting his head on your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you close.
'Still. Im sorry that I keep disappointing you. You deserve better.' the last sentence made you snap so you pushed him back slightly, making him look up at you.
'Oi, don't say shit like that. It's not true.' the little oi clearly being his Aussie influence.
'You are better. You're the best. Don't ever say that, because it's not true. I love you.' you cradled his face in your hands. His big brown eyes looking up at you so sweetly.
'Am I though?' he said sadly. Always doubting himself, you sighed internally.
'Yes you are.' you planted a kiss on his lips, trying to lighten up the mood 'Besides, you know that I'm too honest. If you were being shitty to me I'd tell you. Well, I'd tell your friends first and then you. Just to add that bit of embarrassment.' you shrinked your eyes jokingly, finally getting a chuckle out of him.
That made you smile in return, as you kept caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. He looked up at you again, shaking his head slightly with a small smile on his face. 'What?' you said cutely.
'I love you so much. I wonder what did I do to deserve you.' you smiled sweetly at him before switching again, and clicking your tongue.
'Getting sappy here, Christopher' you released his face, about to turn around to go get your phone, just to shoot a quick message to Hyunjin reassuring that the situation was handled, but chan grabbed your hand making you turn around.
He laughed, smirking up at you slightly. 'Hey, come back here' you chuckled, letting yourself be dragged back. You were now standing in between his legs, him still sitting on his big desk chair.
'You need something?' you joked. 'Just my girl. Right here. Close to me.' your smile turned into a smirk, as your hands started to wander on his shoulders.
'I am close.' his hands came up to your waist then down to your hips, pushing you more into him, your faces close.
'Closer' you carefully straddled him, your arms around his neck.
'Enough?' he chuckled faintly, his lips grazing your neck and then whispering 'Never' into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
'Greedy boy' you teased 'I can get even more greedy. Will you let me?' he looked back at you, the slightest hint of humor in his voice, but his eyes were telling a different story.
'Yes' you respondeded without a doubt. 'Go ahead. Do whatever you want. I know you need it.' at that point he crashed his lips to yours, immediately starting a passionate kiss. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders as his hands pressed your hips down to his crotch.
At that point your dress had already pooled around your hips, so the only thing separating you two were your pantyhose and panties, aside from his own pants. As you continued kissing and grinding, he got hard quite quickly.
One of his hands were holding you close to him while the other wandered under the dress and then straight to the hem of the pantyhose and the panties.
'Off' he mumbled in between kisses, so you carefully stood up, a little dazed from the heat of the moment and quickly discarded them both at the same time. Chan also got up to get rid of his own pants and underwear, and then reprised to kiss you.
He tried to lead you to the bed, but you stopped him 'No, I want to ride you there' you slowly pushed him back on the chair, his gaze not leaving you for a single moment.
'Fuck baby' he cursed, before widening his eyes for a moment 'Wait let me close the door-' you pushed him back again, shooting him a smirk.
'Relax, baby. Hold on' you went to close the door, turning the lock for safety, even though you knew that most likely none of the members would've stepped back into the house unless you told them to.
'Need you so bad, c'mere' he grabbed your hand, almost making you stumble into him. You chuckled, straddling him again. He wetted his fingers slightly with some spit before his hand went straight to stroke your slit. You moaned into his neck, as you kept your knees raised at his sides to allow him access.
'So wet already' he teased, making you groan and hump his hand more.
'You made me go out in the cold and interrupt a good movie. Now get to work, Christoper.' you complained, erupting a chuckle from him.
'Okay, okay.' he surrendered, I'll warm you back up real quick, baby girl' at that point he lined up his hard cock with your pussy, gathering some wetness before helping you sink down on him. You both moaned deeply, mumbling some curses.
'Fuck, Channie...so big' he hummed while kissing your neck as his hands supported the back and forth movement of your hips. You started kissing as your hips kept on going faster, then slower again, then going in circles.
After a while though, Chan seemed to notice you trying to get more stimulation to your slit, so he decided to take matter in his own hands.
'Wait, baby, hold on' he interrupted the kiss and grabbed the hem of your dress, taking it off of you and throwing it on the carpet nearby. The fact that you weren't wearing a bra was a pleseant surprise.
'No bra? Naughty girl' he smirked, making you laugh faintly. He attached his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and licking, while he played with the other with his pointer and thumb.
'Ah-' you moaned as he grazed the nipple with his teeth lightly, 'Wait, you too' you said, this time being you to take his hoodie off. In the meantime your pussy kept grinding on his dick, a bit more lazily since your knees were kinda starting to ache a bit.
Chan seemed to remember what he wanted to do before getting distracted by your tits, so he stopped once again 'Turn around baby. Want to touch you properly' he said sweetly as he helped you change positions.
You were now sitting with your back pressed to his chest, one of his hands grabbing your breast and the other working on your clit. He was making you feel so good that your mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, your hips grinding on his cock and his fingers mindlessly.
'Yeah, just like that. So good for me, baby' he whispered into your ear, his nose pressed to the side of your head, 'Such a good fuckig girl for me' he kissed your hair, your head, your neck.
'C-Chan, baby, m' close' you whined, one of your hands covering his one on your breast, while the other was between his hair desperately holding on for dear life.
'I know baby, I know' he sped up, pounding you so quick and deep that you were seeing stars, 'Come for me, c'mon. So beautiful' he groaned.
'My beautiful, patient, amazing girl' his fingers applying some more pressure, 'Really don't deserve you' the last phrase so quiet that your fucked out mind almost didn't catch it. Almost.
'C-chan, oh my god' your back arched, moaning out his name as you came. His rythm gradually slowed down, but his thrusts were still sharp and deep.
'Come inside me, baby. Wanna feel you, need to feel you, please' you pleaded, grabbing his jaw to kiss him. He moaned into your mouth, and after a few more sharp thrusts, you felt him coming inside you.
'Yes, that's it, so good' you cooed, giving little kisses on his mouth 'Love you so much' you whispered. He smiled slightly in the kiss, hugging you tight. You moved around, getting more comfortable but still hugging each other tight and cuddling. You were left in a comfortable silence for a while.
'I heard that, you know.' you said softly, his gaze pointing down at you as his fingers still delicately caressed your arm.
'What do you mean?' he asked. You didn't look at him, concentrating on playing with his hands.
'You know exactly what I mean. Stop saying that. I mean it. I love you, and I know that you love me. There must be a reason why we're together and we work. So stop getting into your own head' your eyes locking with his. 'Promise?'
He chewed on his plump lip, definitely feeling guilty that he got scolded yet again. Naked, on his bedroom chair, after some mind blowing sex and a whole lot of feelings. In the end he sighed, nodding and planting a longing kiss on your head.
'Good. Now get me a blanket or something, I'm fucking freezing.' he laughed, bumping his head gently to yours jokingly. Then he helped you get off him and opened one of the closet's drawers and grabbed a fuzzy blanket.
'Wait for me a second, I'll get something to clean up.' he told you as he quickly put his hoodie and pants back on. You nodded as he exited the bedroom. Wrapped up in the blanket, you searched for your phone in your bag. When you found it you quickly dialed Hyunjin's number, who picked up after just a couple of rings.
'Hello?' you could hear some noise in the background, so you assumed that they were maybe in a bar or something.
'Everything's fine.' you said, sitting down to wait for Chan to come back.
'Oh, I'm glad. I knew you would make him reason' just as he said that, you clearly heard Jisung yelling 'Are you done fucking or what' with some laugh erupting.
'Oh my Gosh' you replied, embarassed while you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.
'Shit! Yn, I'm so sorry about that. This motherfucker is just jealous you're getting some' he chuckled, as you heard Jisung saying something along the lines of 'Fuck you'.
'Hyunjin!' you scolded him, not being able to not laugh. They laughed.
'Sorry, sorry. We'll be back in an hour or so, bye!' and he hung up.
'You know, I would've betted on Jisung, because he's a nosy fucker.' you got startled by Chan's voice. He closed the door behind him again and scrunched down in front of you, gently helping you clean up with a warm damp towel.
'But he only talks behind people's back. Should've known it was Hyune.' he sighed. You smiled, messing with his hair.
'C'mon. You should be thankful. You started off wanting to punch a hole in the wall and now look at you'. you teased. He smirked, getting up and discarding the towel in the dirty clothes basket.
'Yeah, the power of pussy I guess' your mouth went slack, as you threw at him your previously discarded panties. He caught them, laughing hard at your outraged reaction.
'Oh so that's what I am to you, uh? Good to know, Christopher' you feigned annoyance and dramatically crossed your legs, looking away from him.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he laughed, coming close to grab your had in between his hands and kissing you. 'You know It's not true. Well, not only-' you gasped in shock again as he threw his head back laughing.
'You little-'
♡︎.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
That's it folks! I know it was quite a rollercoaster, but hopefully decent nonetheless. Until next time <3
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the age of no regret [mamma mia part four] | formula one scoial media au
drivers: sebastian vettel, jenson button & fernando alonso
part one | part two | part three
masterlist | tips
a due date nears, a god father is revealed and new cravings are discovered
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yourusername: f1 drivers are too generous, i don't know how we got all of the stuff back from montreal let alone how we're going to store it.
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user1: i'm NOT jealous of an unborn child's helmet collection
user2: this bro got a senna helmet, can i have it until they know who he is?
sebastianvettel: i'm seeing a 'we' in this caption when it was me, myself and i putting together this display case
yourusername: erm i was supervising?
sebastianvettel: that was more aimed at jenson, love. i wouldn't want you anywhere near a glass display case right now
jensonbutton: one day it's "i'm the wood work king, let me do this" and then it's "why did no one help me?" PICK A STRUGGLE SEB
sebastianvettel: well i was waiting for you to take all the credit ... so this is awkward now
jensonbutton: well i'll take the credit for getting most of the helmets
charles_leclerc: ummmm no i gave seb at least two of these
jensonbutton: @sebastianvettel tell your grid kid to back off this is adult conversation
charles_leclerc: i'm 25?
fernandoalo_oficial: beckett better be sleeping in his dog bed because i am not fighting a dog for my space in the bed
jensonbutton: of course he is !!!!!!!!!
yourusername: the exclamation marks are really making you look guilty
jensonbutton: IT'S NOT JUST ME YOU GUYS BRING HIM TO BED AS WELL
yourusername: i have hormones i see one puppy dog look AND I CAN'T LEAVE HIM THERE
fernandoalo_oficial: if i have to fight the dog, you guys have to let me sleep in the middle
yourusername: fine. beckett sleeps at the foot of the bed anyway you just want to be in the middle of the cuddle pile
fernandoalo_oficial: sue me
user3: cuddle pile? i'm so soft
user4: beckett? who named this dog and why was it definitely jenson?
yourusername: it was but i was assured it has nothing to do with f1
user4: babes i hate to tell you but he's defo named after the corner at silverstone
yourusername: how am i so easy to trick ffs
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sebastianvettel: crochet club in full swing for zandvoort. good luck nando!!
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user5: they really are old people at heart it's so cute
maxverstappen1: can i get a good luck for my home race?
sebastianvettel: good luck?
yourusername: good luck super max! (not that you need it)
maxverstappen1: thank you y/n i knew there was a reason why you're my favourite :)
charles_leclerc: can i get a good luck too please?
sebastianvettel: you weren't this clingy even when we were teammates
yourusername: seb !! be kind, good luck charlie
landonorris: can i also get a good luck?
yourusername: good luck lando (stop being so hard on yourself)
sebastianvettel: is everyone gonna ask for a good luck?
yourusername: how many more grid kids do you have? i feel like you underestimated the number on your cv
jensonbutton: how is my jumper coming along?
sebastianvettel: we're both working on a sleeve right now!
yourusername: sorry if one is shorter than the other i can't stop going to the bathroom
fernandoalo_oficial: thank you guys, can't wait to see you when i get home x
jensonbutton: looking fast this weekend, podium defo on the cards
yourusername: be fast but be safe x
sebastianvettel: looking forward to a new celebration
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fernandoalo_oficial: getting attachment issues already @f1 can we just race in switzerland from now on?
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user8: they do group facetimes while nando is away?!?!?!?!?! shoot me.
yourusername: i second this @f1
jensonbutton: i third it
sebastianvettel: i fourth it
fernandoalo_oficial: i miss you guys :(
user9: i'm so excited/nervous about the naming situation i know these men will just have stupid suggestions
yourusername: we compromised with a name book i do not trust them after beckett
jensonbutton: beckett is a cute name and you agreed!!!!!
mickschumacher: do you guys need the extra camp beds or not?
sebastianvettel: yes please! could you bring them when you get back?
charles_leclerc: we're sleeping on camp beds? does my back mean nothing to you?
fernandoalo_oficial: do we look like a hotel to you?
yourusername: there are beds but it's first come first served, so don't be late xoxo
user10: are the grid going to stay at seb's?
user11: might be for a baby shower?
user12: HOLY SHIT
maxverstappen1: am i allowed to bring the cats? is beckett trained?
yourusername: omg yes please bring jimmy and sassy
jensonbutton: yes he's trained what do you think i've been doing with my retirement?
maxverstappen1: no comment
sebastianvettel: i guess you can bagsy a room for you and the cats
maxverstappen1: HA thank you seb
fernandoalo_oficial: more and more i realise why people call you my grid kid
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yourusername: who knew i'd end up with a family this big? i love you all.
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user13: i am unwell this is so fucking cute
sebastianvettel: i love our weird little family
yourusername: little? we hosted like 25 grown men ...
jensonbutton: and you loved every single second
yourusername: yeah i love you guys and all your little stray cats with attachment issues
fernanodalo_oficial: yeah but that means they also give good gifts
user14: wait? 25? who else do we think went?
user15: so mick was definitely there, i think i saw mark in the back of one pic, kimi was there along with nico rosberg (LOL) and i think rubens barrichello
user16: no way first out of paddock brocedes reunion was at the mamma mia baby shower...
jensonbutton: those people are meant to be athletes how come there were NO CUPCAKES LEFT I KNOW THAT'S NOT IN YOUR DIETS
maxverstappen1: idk i feel like you're projecting
charles_leclerc: yeah you sound mad guilty jenson
yourusername: now i can see the grid kid resemblance
sebastianvettel: i will not take any responsibility for their shenanigans
fernandoalo_oficial: i do
danielricciardo: soz i finally got that brocedes scoop over a late night cupcake
yourusername: i won't be angry if you spill to me
lewishamilton: daniel?
fernandoalo_oficial: this is why you're my favourite daniel
user17: i need them to SPILL NOW
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jensonbutton: it's official!! after careful consideration, we decided that kimi was the best choice for god father, but we still consider you all a weird mix of god uncles and god everything else. y/n is due any day now so we'll see you all some time soon x
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user18: LETS GOOOOOO I WAS ALWAYS TEAM KIMI THAT'S MY GOAT 🐐
maxverstappen1: rigged
yourusername: maxy if it helps seb was seriously stumped after the baby beekeeping suit
maxverstappen1: doesn't help but i guess it's healthy to take a loss every now and again
danielricciardo: i. am. shocked.
sebastianvettel: you insulted all of us in your application
danielricciardo: ummmmm yes to prove to chickie that i'm a fun, goofy guy DUH
jensonbutton: we are NOT boring farts
danielricciardo: depriving your child of a fun god father is a boring fart move
kimiraikkonen: i am fun daniel.
charles_leclerc: i may have lost god father but i won being a bear, you win some you lose some
lewishamilton: you're being much more gracious than expected
charles_leclerc: oh i screamed into my pillow when i got this notification (and max also lost)
fernandoalo_oficial: you're taking it well lewis
lewishamilton: I KNOW YOU VOTED AGAINST ME FERNANDO BUT JOKES ON YOU I SEE THE HAMILTON BEAR YOU FRAUD
yourusername: there were no votes against people... also roscoe is not a reference we can actually verify i don't think dogs can speak english (or german, spanish or italian)
lewishamilton: he can skateboard? how am i not a good dad?
fernandoalo_oficial: see this aggression is why you aren't god father
lewishamilton: i'm letting roscoe at your ankles old man
sebastianvettel: OKAY LETS STOP THERE
markwebber: who got kimi jack daniels? that's a bold (and uniformed)choice
yourusername: it's the aesthetic mark, i don't like your tone
jensonbutton: kimi will drink anything don't worry love
markwebber: all i said was it is an interesting choice
yourusername: this is why you got destroyed by a twink btw
jensonbutton: well this all escalated fast
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astonmartinf1: fernando alonso will not be racing this weekend due to family matters. felipe drugovich will race in the second aston martin seat. we wish y/n, fernando, jenson and seb luck for their new addition.
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user21: EVERYONE STAY FUCKING CALM
user22: i am so so so so so so so so so chill about this
lancestroll: good luck y/n! can't wait to meet the little one
user23: god i miss the squabbles in the comment sections
user24: literally and i can imagine it's going to increase ten fold when they all have an actual kid to fight over
charles_leclerc: why does it have to be a race so far from europe :(((( i wanna meet chickie ASAP
maxverstappen1: don't make me race your ass to the hospital
charles_leclerc: we can use air max this once seb won't know
danielricciardo: 📸 GOT YOUR ASS
charles_leclerc: daniel???
danielricciardo: 'm sorrry i'm stressed
user23: okay that didn't take long
user25: i need a lobotomy asap cause why am i so excited about four complete strangers having a baby
user26: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THE NAME IF THIS CHILD IS NAMED AFTER A RACE, DRIVER OR A CORNER I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE MY MIND
user27: seb will never see the light of day if that child ends up with a bond girl name
lewishamilton: good luck guys !!! can't wait to meet the full family
user28: completely normal that the whole family is not online during potential labour but I NEED UPDATES
user29: okay put your bets on guys - which one of them is passing out
user30: jenson 100%
user31: idk i think seb has been way too chill this entire pregnancy and it's all going to come out during the birth
danielricciardo: yeah seb's ass is grass
maxverstappen1: DANIEL STOP (it's gonna be jenson)
danielricciardo: i'm sorry i'm so stressed i'm literally going to bite off my fingers
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f1: with y/n's due date this week, we send our love and well wishes to the alonso-vettel-button family and can't wait to meet the new addition (and soon to be champion) 🏎️
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user32: it's just dawning on me that this kid might need a jumbo birth certificate with all these last names
user33: is anyone curious if they'll ever do a paternity test to see who the biological dad is
user34: let's not ask horribly personal questions about situations that are nothing to do with us
user35: also the kid is going to have four loving parents and about 25 grown men who will fight for them so i really don't think who the biological father is is really a big deal
estebanocon: gosh i am so excited
user36: as much as i am excited i hope it won't become a whole family influencer type beat
user37: i don't think they will tbf, i think they'll post about chickie but it'll be reserved
georgerussell63: so excited for the guys! they'll all rock as parents and y/n has already put up with them so will be an amazing mother
alexalbon: good luck guys, all of our love x
user38: f1 cruel as hell for putting this race all the way qatar so that there's no way they can go back to europe between races :(
charles_leclerc: real, depriving us from meeting chickie asap
user39: do we think kimi went with them?
user40: and maybe mick? he's not with mercedes this weekend?
mickschumacher: kimi and i are with them! not allowed in the delivery room when chickie comes but we're here for moral support <3
user41: oh i am so soft
lewishamilton: i guess it makes sense kimi is the god father... good luck guys!
note: OKAY PEOPLE THAT'S PART FOUR HOLY MOLY i am hashtag stumped on a baby name and the sex IDK ANY OF IT but this was FUN! hopefully yall enjoy and hopefully i tagged everyone who asked (blame my phone if not) also thanks to @deviltsunoda for listening to me SCREAM about this the whole time i've been writing it xoxo
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oh boy . . .
#🙃#so many things i wanna put in these here tags but its better if i dont#feeling pretty guilty though so thats fun#have a nice day everybody ✌️
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magic trick — bang chan
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
tags: established relationship, fluff, smut!!!🔞
warnings: suggestive, stressed!chan, tired!reader, nipple play, oral fixation, bants, cuddles and nipple sucking idk what else to say
inspo: requested by anon! Also! just as a general request i have been thinking about needy chan w/ like an oral fixation?? like so much???? like he’d ask to suck on and play with y/ns nipples because it’s something that relaxes him. honestly it’s a win win for both parties it’s nice and very intimate it would be their thing
notes: i really can’t think of a better situation to be in than this one. thank you. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻
{ wc: 2048 }
chan was stressed. that much was a constant.
he was always thinking about work and talking about work and answering emails and phone calls about work.
and it wasn’t that he neglected you—not at all. there was always time for you, and he made sure to remind you of that whenever you had even a sprinkle of doubt.
but it made you feel bad, even guilty, that you could never seem to find a way to help his stress. to relieve it even a little bit.
you haven’t been dating long, only a few months, so you were sure that one day you would learn what the magic trick was—but until then you were left to try all the different things that might ease his mind, even if just for a few moments.
your shift ended late, very late. there was too much to do and the thought of going home at your normal time was unbearable to your boss.
so you ended up getting to chan’s dorm a few minutes before midnight.
“hey, darling,” he said with a smile as he opened the door.
you tried being quiet as you took your shoes off by the door, but then you noticed there was still very loud music playing from one of the other rooms and all the lights were on.
“do you guys just never sleep?”
“night owls,” chan shrugged. he took your bag from you and walked you to his room.
his laptop was open, soundwaves all across it as his headphones sat by the keyboard.
“what were you working on?” you asked as you settled on his bed, crossing your legs under your body.
“just a melody that popped into my head. and then i started recording it and the beat just appeared. so i had to lay it down.”
you nodded with a smile. chan’s face always lit up when he talked about music, and so you made a point of asking him as many questions as you could about the subject, even though you knew next to nothing. sometimes you weren’t even sure how to ask your questions, thinking they’d surely come across as completely juvenile, but chan always smiled so brightly and explained everything in as much detail as you wanted. so it was so worth it.
“do you wanna keep working on it? i need a shower anyway,” you offered with a smile.
chan nodded, walking around his room to find the pair of sweats that were too small for him and have since became your spare pair, and a tank top.
you turned the fabric over in your hands and chuckled. “must you cut all your shirts?”
“it’s called fashion,” he scrunched his nose at you with a grin.
“it’s called showing too much skin,” you teased him.
“yeah,” he shrugged, “that’s why i gave it to you.”
you slapped his chest lightly, clicking your tongue at his flirtatious remark.
chan just smirked at you in response, leaning in to peck your lips.
“want me to get some food ready while you shower?”
“yes, please. literally anything, i’m starving,” you groaned. chan nodded firmly at you and pushed you towards the shower in his room.
after you washed your very long day away, you quickly put on the clothes chan supplied you with. he was very generous when he cut that tank top, and the sides of the shirt were completely gone. if chan was wearing it, there would’ve been no problem. in fact, you remember chan wearing this exact shirt once and you could so easily see the outline of his abs.
it was a great shirt.
but on you it meant you couldn’t possibly not wear a bra—and even though all you wanted after your long day was to rip the uncomfortable cups off you, you couldn’t. so you begrudgingly put the bra back on and headed to the kitchen.
chan kept his end of the bargain and prepared you some food while you were showering. only after you told him three times that you could eat alone and he should get back to working on his track, he listened and resumed his work.
you cleaned up your dishes (and maybe the two other cups that were already in the sink as well) and made your way back to chan’s room.
the dorm had settled down by the time you were done with your food, and most of the noise around the house was gone.
all you could hear as you entered the room was chan clicking at his mouse.
you softly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to startle him. he wore his concentrated face and his headphones, so you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your presence.
when he felt your arms around him he sighed, bringing one side of the headphones off.
“all settled now?” he asked, eyes still on the screen, fingers still tapping away on the keys.
“yeah. can we go to bed soon?”
“i, i’m not tired,” he said.
“you will be in the morning when you haven’t slept,” you reminded him.
“no, i’m too energised now, this is going really well,” he informed you with a smile.
you mirrored his smile, kissing his cheek softly.
“and it’s late now and you need to rest. come on,” you tried, standing up as you rubbed your thumb against his shoulder, “let’s find a way to get you to relax.”
he didn’t respond, moving a purple box on his screen to somewhere else. after that he saved the file, gave it a name (revolve - cb97) and turned in his chair to face you.
“okay, fine. i’ll cuddle you until you sleep and then i’ll keep going,” he sent you an angelic smile, to which you rolled your eyes.
“or i’ll cast a magic spell and you’ll finally learn how to relax and sleep.”
“doubtful,” he scrunched his nose again, laughing at his own words.
you shook your head at him.
the pair of you slid under his large blanket, your back finally telling you just how sore it was feeling from the day you had.
you groaned.
“are you comfy with your bra on?” chan questioned after he changed his lights to a soft purple—the led frame he had above his bed painting the whole room in its glow.
“no,” you whined, “but your tank top is too revealing i had to keep it on.”
“i mean, it’s just me here now. i’ve seen your tits before, yeah?”
“you’re always so romantic,” you joked.
“come on,” he laughed at you, “i just want you to have a good sleep.”
“or are you trying to get me naked?” you faked a gasp at him.
“i could get you naked in three seconds if i wanted to,” he countered, eyebrows raised. “but we both had a long day so i don’t think either of us are up for that.”
you nodded.
“right?” he made sure to confirm.
“yeah,” you sighed, “i would absolutely love to, but i’m too tired for that.”
“same,” he let his head fall into the pillow, “my brain is far too loud right now to focus.”
“that’s fair,” you nodded. then you sat up, reaching behind your back and undoing your bra easily. you chucked it to the side, letting out a big sigh as your skin breathed freely.
“i hate those things,” you grumbled.
“yeah,” chan said, his eyes fixed on the way your boobs looked from the side, peeking out of the fabric. “hate those things.”
“chan, please,” you whined, “don’t get horny on me, i’m exhausted.”
he laughed. “i just said i am too!”
“yeah,” you breathed out, “but now i took my bra off and you’re staring and soon enough you’re gonna get grabby and—“
“—hey!” he protested. he brought his hands to your hips, dragging your body closer to him.
“see?” you exclaimed.
chan laughed again, hiding his face in your neck as he moved one of his hands under the tank top.
“i’m not starting something, i promise,” he grinned at you, “i just wanna feel your warm skin.”
“that’s how it always starts,” you glare at him. it was hard to keep it up, however. as tired as you were, you didn’t mind at all when chan got handsy with you. his hands were always so big compared to your body, and oh so warm, and physical touch was something both of you loved.
so you grumbled just because it made him giggle, and his giggle was too precious not to do whatever it took to hear it.
“your hands are very warm,” you smiled softly, basking in the way his warmth moved up and down your middle, sighing once his hand settled on the hill beneath your breast.
“can i..” chan hesitated, “can i kiss?”
you puckered up your lips at him in response. chan leaned forward and pecked your lips, giggling as he pulled away.
“actually, i meant uh, can i kiss your tits?”
you laughed loudly. “sure, mr. isn’t gonna start something.”
“i’m not starting something!” he defended, lifting his tank top over your chest.
he didn’t say anything after that, instead leaning forward and planting kisses all over your chest.
somehow, you actually believed him. the way he kissed you was so different than usual.
not that you didn’t enjoy his lips all over your tits—but it was calm. he wasn’t desperate and eager, he wasn’t teasing and smirking. he was simply peppering kisses on your skin, the same way he did to the back of your hand when you watched a movie together.
he moved his body between your legs, settling on top of you, as his movements turned slower—from pecks to open mouthed kisses.
then he wrapped his lips around your nipple slowly.
you gasped at the feeling, hands wrapping around his shoulders, but even to your own ears it didn’t sound sexual. it was like a sigh of relief had finally left your body in a way you haven’t felt in months.
chan sighed into your skin, sucking on the bud slowly.
you looked down at him, his eyes softly fluttering as he simply rested his head on your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple tenderly.
you brought a hand into his soft curly hair, moving your fingers through the locks slowly.
“feels nice, channie,” you said, airily. all the stress you were feeling from the day was gone now, your mind concerned only with chan’s lips around you.
after a few more minutes chan started kissing away from your nipple, towards the valley between your breasts, making his way to the side he left unattended. then he repeated his actions, bringing your nipple into his mouth calmly.
his hands stayed on either side of your stomach, rubbing against your skin soothingly.
“feels so nice,” he said, voice slow and heavy. he rested his head on your collarbone, eyes shut.
“my head is quiet now,” he whispered. “everything’s so calm.”
“yeah,” you agreed, embracing the way the slight chill in the air clung to the wetness on your nipples. it woke you up, but only slightly. “so calm.”
“i could probably keep going until i fell asleep,” chan confessed, his words tired as he put more effort than usual into speaking. his bones had all but turned to jelly—a serenity around him that was usually so foreign.
“please, channie,” you hummed, brushing your fingers through his hair, “wanna fall asleep like this.”
chan sucked your nipple back into his mouth, humming happily as his tongue slowly and delicately flicked around it, his whole body placate on top of you.
chan’s eyes dropped shut every few moments. he tucked his head on your collarbone, hummed for a moment or two, and then kept going—his movements getting slower and slower the more he sucked on your nipples.
you weren’t even sure if you were awake, too engulfed by the warmth of his mouth and his body on top of you and the peacefulness in his sounds to notice where your consciousness had moved on to. chan felt the same—only focusing on sucking and licking and finally letting the thoughts in his head disappear for once.
you guessed you found the magic trick to calm chan down.
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Alright fic request! (Either reader or named Tav, whatever sparks joy.)
I HC that since Baldurs Gate has such a low population of elves, a lot of Astarion's previous sexual experiences did not involve his ears. They are probably the least "used" (his feelings) part of himself.
Maybe Tav isn't an elf and doesn't know, so they eventually just casually reach out- because they are so cute and Astarion's been OK with casual touches like that now they are in a relationship. But he just flinches away- very uncomfortable and hurt this happened.
Tav is obviously going to apologize and try to accept they hurt Astarion by mistake. Maybe not that night, but sometimes later after Astarion got to see them be sincere about his boundaries (maybe even OK woth him having a "bad" reaction) he puts his head in their lap and asks them to touch his ears in a quiet voice.
Basically a story about navigating rough waters with love.
I finally got to your request! I know it's been a while, thank you for waiting!
Synopsis: Astarion has very sensitive ears, you've never touched them. Until today.
Tags: fluff, Elven language and culture.
Thanks @bunnidarling for beta-reading! Your notes are super helpful!
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Pointy Ears
Moon washes the meadow in silver light. As he sits by the campfire, Astarion's skin looks almost marble to you: white and perfect. You glance at him from time to time to detect a hint of disturbance, that his mind has dragged him to some unpleasant place.
But it seems like he is at peace with himself.
His pointy ears twitch a bit when invisible facial muscles move. They’re probably your favorite part of his body: long and sensitive, with a delightful pinkish hue. The elves, Tel’Quessira, have the most amazing ears.
But you suddenly realize you’ve never touched them. You often massage his scalp and have kissed almost every inch of his body, but the ears remain untouched.
The scars and the bite mark? It took months for him to relax enough to let his guard down. You still remember him muttering “Tav loves me, Tav won’t hurt me” while you were caressing his back. You pretended you didn’t hear that. As for the more intimate parts of his body, you two agreed on an “ask before putting a hand into the trousers”.
But his ears… You are a non-elf, a lesser being in the eyes of elves, and know nothing about them. But you remember how many years ago someone told you “Never touch their pointy ears, they hate it”.
“Astarion.”
Silence.
“Astarion, are you with me?”
Silence yet again. He looks somewhere into the woods, mentally far away from your small camp. Suddenly, his eyes squint and you see anxiety on his face.
Nine hells, again.
It happens to him often. He just sits motionless as if someone has cast a “hold a person” spell on him. He can stay like that for hours oblivious to the world around him. As if his mind shuts itself down. Sometimes he returns, surprised it’s already sunset “I thought it was still morning”, he says.
He describes it as a dark wave that just pulls him under into the nightmare, and he can’t do anything, only to keep drowning.
You approach Astarion and sit behind him. Then you touch his curls, slowly brushing them with your finger.
“I am here. I am not going anywhere,” you whisper. “Return to me, please.”
No response.
You keep caressing his head, intensifying your touches as you try to return him to reality.
And then your fingers accidently brush along his left ear.
Astarion flinches, forcing you to take your hands away.
“I am sorry,” you mutter.
Astarion covers his ear with his palm and stares at you in shock. He looks like a person who has been woken up in the middle of the night in some weird and violent way.
“Did I hurt you? I am so sorry!”
“No… you didn’t…” He still looks startled. “I just… Seldarine… How long have I been like that?”
“Since sunset. It’s almost the middle of the night.”
He snatches his shirt from the ground and puts it on. You still feel guilty.
“Sorry… I won’t touch your ears again.”
“Darling, you’ve touched me in much more intimate places and done much more lewd things to my body than this.”
You blush.
“It’s just… unexpected.”
“I am sorry.”
“Stop it! I hate it when you apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just… Fuck it. I want to take a walk.”
You nod. “Take a walk” means “I want to wander the woods on my own''. Sometimes he hunts small animals and drains them dry. More often he just walks enjoying the freedom of being in nature. Even a person who loves cities would go insane, forced to spend 200 years within its walls.
You are still embarrassed by your actions, so you return to the tent. You are feeling sleepy and doze off on your bedroll hugging a pillow.
You wake up a few hours later when Astarion returns to the tent. His shirt is bloodstained and his trousers are dirty, but he looks happy.
“Good morning, darling”, he kisses you. “It’s sunrise, time for the mortals.”
“Unless they travel with vampires,” you mumble as you sit up, feeling more or less rested. “I see you are in a good mood.”
“I am always in a good mood when I see your face, my dear.”
You scoot over, making more room for him. The tent is small but enchanted with darkness which fully protects Astarion from the sunlight. You would love to spend a couple of days in the inn, but the nearest town has no such place and you have to stay at the camp.
“Listen… about what happened…” He stumbles over his words. “Could you touch my ears?”
You giggle and invite him to sit between your legs. He presses his back against your chest and you wrap your arms around his body.
“You have leaves in your hair,” you say, brushing his curls with your fingers before kissing the crown of his head. “How sensitive are your ears?”
“Very sensitive, he admits. “That’s why… I… we… don’t like unwelcome touches.”
You carefully touch the tip of his left ear, then move your finger along the edge of the shell.
He closes his eyes and smiles.
You get braver and use your other hand to caress his right ear. You lean forward and kiss the tips, and as you do you feel an electric impulse coarse through Astarion's body.
“Why don’t you wear any adornments? You like rings and necklaces, but all the elves I have ever seen wear something on their ears. I mean, I understand why Tel’Quessir don’t pierce them…”
“Darling, never suggest to pierce the ears of the elf, it’s fucking painful.”
“But are there other ways? Without damaging the skin?”
He shrugs. “Never found anything proper I guess.”
He softly touches your finger and you understand he’s signaling you to stop. You press Astarion tighter.
You sit like that for a while in silence before you make yourself return to reality.
“I need to go to the town to see if they have some job for us.”
“I doubt it. We’d better return to the road at sunset,"he said.
“Yeah, this place is unbelievably peaceful.”
“I would say boring”, he takes out a book from his sack and you recognize Gnim, the language of the gnomes. Noticing your stare, he chuckles. “I prefer to know the enemy.”
You kiss Astarion’s cheek and leave the tent.
The town looks sleepy as if its residents exist in some weird world without troubles and worries. The townsfolk look at you with suspicion. Adventurers are rarely guests since there's almost nothing to do.
You ask here and there about a job, but as Astarion said there is nothing to be found. No troubles. No dangers. No reward.
Suddenly something catches your eye: a small building different in style from the rest of the houses. It is more elegant, with intricate runes on the wooden door.
Elven.
You enter carefully, opening the door as if you are afraid you may break it,
It’s a Jewelry store.
There are dozens of rings, necklaces, and bracelets. They are simple and delicate, but you just can’t take your eyes off them.
“Do you want anything?” A golden-haired elven woman waves her hand over the adornments. “Maybe for yourself?”
You shake your head. “I wouldn’t want to wear such things on the road. I will either break them or lose them.”
“Pity. Maybe for someone you care about?”
Astarion would love something like that. No matter what happened to him, he is still an elf. Nothing will ever change it.
“Yes...” You say with some hesitation. “What do elves put on their ears?”
The woman smiles. “We wear ear cuffs. Like these”, she points at her own ear, showing a golden adornment that looks like flowers. “You want a gift for an elf, don’t you?”
You nod.
“Can I ask what kind of bond you share?”
You blush a bit and the elf smiles again. “It’s not an idle question. Elven culture is very complicated”.
“He is my… love.”
She points at the ear cuffs. “Then, this. Only lovers can give such things to each other. Received from a friend or, worse, a stranger, would be considered an insult.”
“Why so?”
“Oh, poor N'Tel'Quess. So bad of him not to tell you such important things.”
You pretend not to understand that the word she’s used is an insult. You speak some Elven.
“And how important is that?”
“Have you wondered why elves don’t like their ears being touched?”
“Because it hurts?”
Her laughter sounds like bells chiming. “The same way lovemaking hurts when nonconsensual.”
Fuck.
“It’s intimate. Even lovers sometimes don’t do it because they don’t fully trust each other. We allow this only to our aestara, our thiramina.For us, it’s a form of sex. But even regular sex might be less intimate. So, tell me, does he allow you to do that?”
“He did let me do this… today. For the first time. ”
“Then, give him an ear cuff. Choose.”
They all look equally beautiful and you try to picture Astarion wearing them but nothing is quite him. There are smaller and larger ones, golden and silver. Some resemble flowers, and some are more like stars.
Noticing your confusion, the shopkeeper sighs.
“Tell me about him.”
“He… is very kind. To me, at least. Very brave, but never admits it even to himself. He is smart, can learn a whole new language within a week, and can persuade people to do anything he needs. He can do a lot of things with his hands – embroidery, lock picking, you name it. But… he’s been through a lot. His past is very dark and he is still overcoming it, learning how to be with people, how to live this life.”
You carefully avoid details, trying to sound as vague as possible.
“It’s called srinna. The one who tests limits and establishes new boundaries.”
“Yes, it does sound like him”
The woman hands you a metallic ear cuff. It is simpler than the others but you notice small details like crescents and birds. It will look nice with his curls, you think.
You pay and as you leave the elf laughs again. “If I were you, I would scold him!”
You return to the camp at sunset. Astarion is still inside the tent engrossed in the book. He hasn’t been through too many pages. Gnim is difficult for someone who can’t stand its speakers.
Astarion smiles joyfully as he notices you. He always looks like this when you return. Pure happiness.
“So was I right about these peaceful people?”
“Yes. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t I tell you what?”
“About your ears! The elven jeweler gave me a lecture about them! You could have at least explained this to me before I embarrassed myself!”
He disarms you with his puppy eyes. They say: ‘Oh, darling, you can’t be really angry with me, can you?’
“Stop making that face. You know I can’t resist it!”
Astarion sighs. “My apologies. Never really took it into account. But yes, touching ears is a form of showing affection.”
You take out the ear cuff and hold it out to him “I’ve brought a gift for you.”
Astarion puts the book away and takes the cuff. He is silent and you are afraid he doesn’t like it.
“Srinna”, he says. “The one who establishes boundaries. Thank you”, Astarion doesn’t try to laugh it away or mask his emotions. His smile is goofy and sincere; he rarely shows it even to you.
“Put it on!” you encourage him. “I want to see how it looks!”
“You’ve given it to me. You must put it on, not me.”
You lean to Astarion and carefully adjust the adornment to his left ear. To your surprise, it fits perfectly and doesn’t show any indication it can fall off. You think it must be easier to lose regular earrings than elven cuffs.
“How does it look?” he asks.
“Gorgeous.”
He cups your cheeks and kisses you. You feel like floating, forgetting about everything. You touch his ears and caress them with your fingers. Then he lets you go and presses his forehead against yours. “Salen arivae.”
“Salen means ‘my’, what does “arivae” mean?”
“Sunshine”, he answers after a short pause.
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Seldarine - Gods!
N'Tel'Quess - not people. A derogatory term referring to non-elves.
Aestar- love
Thiramin - soulmate
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