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aeirithgainsborough · 11 months
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TWIN PEAKS (1990) YELLOWJACKETS (2021) (insp @holdbeast) 
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barry-j-blupjeans · 5 months
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TAZ NC Day 3: Three!
Magnus was never good at sleeping. He was too— too restless for that. His legs could never quite stay still, his mind would never shut up. And he got overwhelmingly hot far too quickly. And then overwhelmingly cold after he threw all the blankets off. His ma used to tell him that he slept like a puppy, thrashin' around and chasing things in his sleep. When he told Julia that, she had laughed and said that just about summed it up.
His sleep had gotten worse since he lost Julia. A lot of things had gotten worse since then.
Magnus sighed, turning over. The tarp he had laid over the ground didn't do much to soften the various rocks and sticks, and his sleeping bag wasn't any help either. Next to him, Merle snoozed away. He had lost his pants somewhere since he had laid down and Magnus didn't even want to think about that. On his other side, Taako was propped up near a tree, snug in his sleeping bag. Magnus knew he was fucked when Taako fell asleep before him. Taako wasn't even supposed to sleep, he was pretty sure.
He turned over onto his back this time, looking up at the starry sky. It had been… Gods, had it been six years already? Nearly six years, at least, since he lost Julia. Since he lost Steven and Raven's Roost and the little budding hope he had in his future. He felt like it had barely been half that time and, at the same time, it had been twice as much. Time didn't mean much to him after that. Nothing really did.
He had wandered aimlessly for a while, brushing off housing offers by those who survived the bombings. They still saw him as a hero back there. How could he be a hero if he hadn't even properly got rid of their villain? How could he be a hero at all? He supposed it was that kind of thinking that got him into the advertising business. At the very least, he was helping someone. And if he got Got while trying to fight some stupid thing? Well, that was no one's fault but his own.
In the adventuring business, there were very few places to mess up. And Magnus had made his fair share of mistakes, but he always got the job done. No one really cared until Merle.
Here's the thing about Merle: He just kept popping up every time Magnus thought he was gone. That man was a disaster in a way that even Magnus wasn't, but gods-damn, he had great timing. His shitty healing had gotten Magnus out of a few of his worse spots, even as Magnus had begged him to leave. After one particularly nasty wound (turns out taking on a pack of hellhounds— hellpuppies, really— wasn't the smartest thing to do alone), Merle had practically glued himself to his side.
"You don't get to die on my watch," he had said. As if saving people who would much rather just deal with the consequences of their actions was an everyday occurrence for him. When it became obvious that Merle wasn't leaving, Magnus stopped complaining.
And they roped Taako in eventually. Well, Magnus saved him from some kind of demon bear— it's— it's a whole story by itself, but the point remained: Taako got roped into sticking with them and suddenly Magnus was very aware of what his actions looked like from the outside.
They weren't— they weren't exactly your standard adventuring group. Hell, more often than not they got more injured on the way to the monster than they did actually fighting the thing. But for once, it was okay. For once, Magnus felt… a part of something. In a way that mattered. It wasn't just him anymore. He had two people on his side once more.
Three was a pretty good number.
Hammer and Tongs had three bedrooms attached to it. Two upstairs and one downstairs near the shop. Magnus used to have the downstairs room until it became obvious he and Julia weren't going to be spending the night in their own rooms anymore. Steven had not so much traded as he just decided to move all of Magnus's things into Julia's room and all of his own things downstairs. That left an empty bedroom of course, and they had plans to— for—
"Mags."
Merle's voice startled him. Magnus jumped, reaching for his ax, but Merle sat up very quickly, hushing him.
"You're gonna wake up Taako," he hissed.
"Taako isn't asleep, homie," Taako said from the depths of his sleeping bag.
Magnus exhaled, trying to get his heart rate back down. Merle reached over to take his hand, squeezing tightly.
"You okay?" he asked.
Magnus had to squint to see him in the dark— Merle was squinting too, but that was probably because his glasses were off. Taako's eyes just about poked out of his sleeping back, looking at them both with what could either be disdain or worry. It was hard to tell with Taako sometimes, but Magnus got the message anyway.
"I…" Magnus glanced between them. He swallowed back some tears. "I will be, I think."
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sunflower-chai · 1 month
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so. i watched shubble’s vod. i just feel so so sorry that she had to go through that but i’m glad she’s in a place now where she felt comfortable sharing her story. i truly believe it’s going to help so many people. there were parts of her story i could relate to and it was incredibly validating to hear that some of the things i went through were not okay. it’s been 4 years and i feel like over time i’ve tried to downplay exactly what happened. i’ve also blocked a lot of it out of my memory and genuinely can’t recall a lot of specific instances. but just hearing her put her experiences into words was so healing for me. i hope she feels all the love from her friends and fans and continues to heal and thrive. and i don’t know how likely this is, but i hope the person who hurt her never has the opportunity to hurt anyone ever again.
gonna vent a little below the cut:
thankfully i was never physically abused, but i was in an emotionally manipulative/borderline abusive relationship for about two months. thankfully my friends are incredible and helped me to see the red flags quickly so it didn’t last longer or progress more. but when shubble started talking about how this guy would say she was remembering things wrong and tell her she’s overreacting or being dramatic, that really hit close to home for me. because whenever my ex would do things that upset me and i called him out on it, he would say it wasn’t a big deal and i just didn’t know how relationships worked because i had never been in one before (at the time i was freshly 20 and he was 25).
also when shubble said she had to help this guy clean his house/do chores, and maybe he had never learned so she felt bad for him, i just flashed back to my ex telling me all of his childhood trauma, making me feel bad for him and like i couldn’t leave and break his heart. he admitted one of the reasons he started dating me was because he liked my family and wanted a replacement for his dysfunctional one. idk it’s a loose connection, but it’s interesting how abusers will make you feel sorry for them and sort of trap you in the relationship.
also the bit about the safe word. i laid out my physical boundaries very early on and he promised not to cross them and then he did multiple times. he would weaponize this. whenever i upset him by not texting him back immediately or had to reschedule a date because i was a busy college student, he would tell me i could make it better by offering physical affection. and i would do it bc he made me feel like i had done something awful when in reality no sane person would react like he had.
the part that made me really sick to my stomach was when shubble talked about how this guy pinned her down and told her to try to push him off and she couldn’t. and then he said she wouldn’t stand a chance against him in a fight. that is so unbelievably messed up. and all i could think of was the time i was at my ex’s apartment watching a movie and i fell asleep on his shoulder. and when i woke up he said “i can’t believe you fell asleep. i could have done anything to you and you wouldn’t have known.” if a romantic partner is thinking about and telling you these things RUN VERY FAST IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. to this day i’m still so glad i didn’t date him for a longer amount of time, who knows what might’ve happened.
okay last thing. the part about shubble’s ex insisting that he loves her more than she does. it just brought me back to when i broke up with my ex and he insisted that no one would ever love me as much as him. there were no guys out there who were as good as him. and for the longest time i believed this. i internalized that i was unlovable, that i would never find a guy who would treat me right, that all men were terrible. and i was scared of dating for years after this because i didn’t want to go through all the anxiety and waking on eggshells and screaming my anger into pillows again. but over time i’ve been able to heal, thanks to family, friends, and my relationship with God. i’ve opened my heart up to the possibility of romance again. i haven’t dated anyone since i ended things with my ex, but i’m open to the idea. but i will not settle for anything less than what i deserve. shubble’s story has definitely contributed to my resolve.
okay that’s all. if you’ve read this far thank you for letting me get this off my chest. i love you and take care of yourselves ❤️
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superbadgrrl · 10 months
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As I lie here after an amazing weekend, I think of what could have been, and how hurt I still feel in silence because of “what could have been, would’ve been”.
 I feel personally touched by Carmella’s post a few days ago of all her worries during their current pregnancy… I couldn’t imagine the fear they felt, but I celebrate their rainbow baby 💕 all I know is how I felt finding out and being pregnant then suddenly feeling like no one was home anymore, was one of the most absolutely terrible feelings out there. 
We were so convinced we were having twins because we were the same size as a YouTuber who had them... however, it was a fibroid the size of a cantaloupe accompanying our baby, which caused a miscarriage. I had it removed for our future pregnancies, the scars reminding me every day of what happened. 
I like to believe this baby made me aware of the issue that would have caused complications with them and any future babies had I not removed it, and somehow I mentally form some sort of idea of them being some blessing in disguise that was here for a short time for its future siblings that’d be here for a long time.
I also want to extend a thank you to those who reached out and shared their experiences and I was unable to respond because I felt so personally touched by all the kind words you all sent and shared, just mentally I wasn’t and still not there to connect with the matter, and I’m sorry for feeling that way just like I feel sorry for myself for somehow feeling like this is all my fault, even when I know it is not.
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roboraindrop · 3 months
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When Chucky and I get stoned together n he starts talking about how he got into practicing voodoo and his spiritual relationship to it. I'm the one on the floor listening very intently to every word <3
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milflewis · 1 year
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also....reluctantly....bc it's intriguing.....ferwis serial killer au
Fernando turns off his lamp, slipping under the covers and rolling over until his face is tucked up against Lewis’s ribs, arm thrown over his stomach. Lewis absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair, scratching slightly, tapping away at his iPad.
“Holy shit?”
Fernando hums, eyes closed.
Lewis pokes him in the cheek. “Hey, hey, Fernando. Guess what.” He pokes him again.
Fernando shifts so he can catch Lewis’s finger in his mouth, biting down a little before letting it go, one eye opening to glare at him. “What.”
Lewis looks down at him, eyes wide. “Marko just died.” He scrolls down a little further. “Fell down some stairs or something. Holy fuck.”
Fernando hums again, “God rest his soul,” settling down, curling in closer to Lewis. He looks at the hand resting on Lewis’s hip, double checking he cleaned out all the blood from under his nails. He did.
send me a pairing and an au prompt and i’ll write a three sentence (ish) fic about it
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smilestimz · 2 years
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🧬🩸Janus Crawford🩸🧬 Fucked up & Evil Stimboard for my bastard, Janus!
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daybreakrising · 1 year
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hey so that drabble idea i had where k/akuzu becomes the ragdoll monster? happy h/alloween :)
tw; blood mention, implied gore but no graphic detail, implied violence & death mentions
Pain.
The first thing he knew was pain.
It tore through him like an unrelenting fire, burning so hot it snatched away his other senses. He could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but that searing, agonising pain. Then he could taste blood on his tongue, hot and metallic, and smell it in the air. As one sense returned, so did another. The secret chamber swam before his eyes, a blur of shadow, flame, and crimson. He became aware of a bone-chilling sound, a guttural scream that sounded more beast than human, echoing all around him.
Were it not for that searing pain, it might have taken less time to realise the sound was coming from his own lips.
The scroll had toppled to the floor at his feet, the ink now dashed with streaks of blood. He stood in the midst of horror, the walls dripping, the floor awash. There was too much, too much. No one could survive that amount of loss-
How-
Who-
He brought his hands up before his face, his limbs shaking as though his body could not hold itself upright. He ignored the black bands about his wrists, the ink there still almost fresh. Ignored the streaks of red upon his tan skin, now an all-too familiar sight. His gaze travelled lower and settled, with cold shock, upon the torn and ragged split in his forearm.
But where the wound should have oozed blood, instead there was an inky blackness. Perhaps it was the loss of blood taking its toll, but he could have sworn that blackness moved.
His eyes snapped, frantic, to his other arm. An identical gash had been torn there, too, in exactly the same place. He angled his head, finding another similar wound up near his shoulder. As more awareness returned to him, he felt the sting of a dozen or more across his legs, his chest, his back – oh, gods, his back…
He had to get out. His cries had surely drawn attention, raised an alarm. He was in no fit state to fight. If they found him here, capture would be certain.
In a haze, he snatched up the scroll and stumbled from the chamber. It would be his prize, his payment for their betrayal. Their greatest power now belonged to him alone.
From beyond the room of treasures he could hear the sound of running footsteps. One person, he judged. It would be, he presumed, the guard he had slipped past on his way inside. He couldn't know if she had raised the alarm or not, but either way, she was currently alone.
The door flung open in front of him, light spilling across the floor but not quite reaching his position. She held a kunai in one hand, her other poised at a pouch on her belt. Her eyes peered, alert and tense, into the shadows, seeking but not yet seeing him.
He had no quarrel with her, but she was standing in his way.
He stepped into the light, one foot slowly after the other. The pain ripped through him with every movement, and he was sure he left a trail of blood in his wake. What a state he must appear, he mused with bitterness. How frail he must seem in such a condition.
But her eyes did not soften with pity or harden with resolve.
They widened with fear.
He took another step. The kunai dropped from her fingers.
He felt a curious skittering across his skin, and though under normal circumstances he would never have taken his eyes from her or let his guard drop, her frozen fear drew his curious gaze down.
Thin, snake-like threads were slithering their way down his arm from the inky blackness between the ragged edges of his skin, pulsating with some horrifying sentience. They multiplied, spread, lengthened as they stretched up and out, wavering about the limb in a disturbing display.
And it wasn't just his arm. Threads writhed about his entire body like a cloud, filling the space around him with threat. He lifted his gaze again to the guard, watched her face pale and her mouth fall open in horror. He opened his mouth to speak, to order her out of his way. Instead he spat blood and a river of threads followed suit, spilling from his lips like string.
She screamed.
At once, the wavering threads sprang to action, rushing toward her like arrows shot from a bow. They wrapped around her throat, pushed deep into her mouth, the scream silenced behind a choked gargle of noise. In the blink of an eye, she was dead. The threads withdrew, her body crumpling to the ground with a soft thump.
He stood in place, staring at the fallen guard with eyes that lacked any warmth, any feeling. The pain was dulling now, still present but paling in comparison to the sudden, deep ache that plagued him, an agonising pulse in his back that begged, demanded, to be sated.
Complete. Fill. Harvest. Repair.
He stepped over the body and left the room without looking back.
He had a job to do.
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It was dawn when he finally staggered to a stop far outside the borders of the village.
The people would wake soon. They would wake and find the horror he had left as a gift for them all. A reminder of their betrayal. A warning not to repeat their mistake. A promise that those who dared to come for him would suffer the same fate.
He had hung the elders from the central tree like gruesome fruits waiting to be picked, their faces a mask of horror, mouths open wide like the gaping holes in their chests. He had stripped them bare, painted bands of crimson around their wrists, and issued his promise in crude black stitches upon their chests.
Never forget. Never forgive.
They would hunt him. Of course they would. He had killed their elders, stolen their most prized kinjutsu. He would be hunted for the rest of his life.
Let them come, he thought. He would outlive them all, now.
His skin crawled under the sensation of a thousand sentient threads waiting to be unleashed. He gazed once more upon his arms. Where before there had been a gaping inky blackness and tattered skin, now there was a perfect, neat line of black stitching. Once his work had been complete, those clever threads had set about their job.
Repair.
The pain was now nothing but a distant, dull throb at the back of his mind. It would either fade entirely, or he would become numb to it over time. The ache, too, was sated by the steady, comforting beat of the hearts he had stolen from the elders.
Harvest.
Fill.
Complete.
He could feel the power, the strength, ebbing into him little by little. The kinjutsu had damn near killed him and now it was the only reason he still lived. Exhaustion was the only thing preventing him from fully appreciating the irony of the situation.
Crawling down the bank of the river he had used to mask his scent from those who could track him, he cupped his hands into the water and splashed it into his face. Liquid crimson fell in drips onto the surface of the river, quickly washed away with the current. His fingertips hesitated, tracing the raised ridges upon his cheeks.
As the water stilled beneath him, his eyes found the wavering reflection staring back at him. Freak, he'd been called once by an unkind childhood peer, for the strange dual-coloured eyes that were the only gift from his father. He had let the insult go back then, not caring for the childish barbs intended to sting. He'd had better things to focus upon.
If only that child could see him now.
He hadn't felt the burning in his face at the time, hadn't thought too much about the blood in his mouth, nor the threads that had burst forth. It was only after, when his body had begun to repair itself, when the sharp, needle-stabs of pain rippled across every inch of him, that he understood. He had suffered the worst pain he had ever known when he performed that technique and had no regrets. He would do it again in a heartbeat – pun intended.
But his face… his mother's face…
He hadn't known the intricacies of the kinjutsu when he stole it. He had known it was powerful, forbidden, and highly dangerous. He had known it would turn him into something deadly.
He didn't know it would make him a monster.
He didn't know he'd look like one.
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navree · 1 year
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Do you think Alicent might have had a loss between Aemond and Daeron? It's just a bit weird that there would be such a big age gap between them , especially during a time in which Viserys would have become increasingly weaker
First things first, I'm operating on the "four year age gap between Aemond and Daeron" due to the fact that this is the gap in the book and because the showrunners literally forgot about Daeron until, like, halfway through the show airing, they've yet to confirm if that's true or not, so season 2 could come out and prove that I'm dead fucking wrong.
Second things second, it might be a possibility. All the other kids appear to have a two year age gap, given that Aemond's meant to be around ten years old in episodes 6/7, Aegon's thirteen, and Helaena is eleven, and then there's apparently a sudden four year gap between. We know that Viserys likely didn't become as infirm as we see him in episode 6 in the blink of an eye, but episode 5 does mark a turning point in his health. Given that Viserys seems to continue his trend of constantly wanting his wives pregnant, it's entirely possible that there was a pregnancy between Aemond and Daeron that either resulted in miscarriage, stillbirth, or death soon after birth. It'd make sense that it wouldn't be talked about, since there'd be no opportunity for it in the show and I don't even know how it could be brought up in a way that wouldn't make it sound like the clunkiest exposition imaginable.
Though at the same time, it might fall under the category of "what purpose does this serve" if they're not going to delve into Alicent's life as queen consort anymore than they already have, so they might just chalk the age gap up to Viserys having a bit of a bounce back in his health before deteriorating further. I also know there's speculation that That Scene from ep 4 is Aemond's conception (I wanna hurl), so Daeron would likely be the only kid to be born after Viserys's health takes its downturn, and while I don't know literally anything about male fertility, the age gap can be contributed to Viserys's health giving him performance difficulties and things of the like, especially when taking into account the fact that it takes nearly a year between conception and birth and that the body does need time to recover afterwards.
I think it'd be an interesting look into Alicent's psyche if she did have some kind of loss between Aemond and Daeron, especially in helping explain why she's so protective of her children, and why she apparently got Daeron sent to live with his Hightower relatives, which would be a less dangerous option than staying at court with a half-sister that Alicent considers a danger to her children (plus she'd have more power to do so given how long she's been queen and Viserys's health issues). It would also add another layer to how she handles Aemond's maiming, though I'm of the opinion that her reaction was entirely rational considering what happened and that she in fact held her cool way better than I ever would have.
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amarkofcain · 1 year
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why do you tw ‘sexy’ is that for your followers or do you want blogs you follow to do that for you too? lmk and i’ll add it to the tag list!
I tw it because it was requested!
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whorefordean · 2 months
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one more || d.w
wc: 1.2k
tw: pwp, fem!reader, fingering, pet names(sweetheart, baby, honey)
a/n: i just have dean brain rot constantly so pls enjoy
you can feel dean’s warm breath fanning your neck as his chin rests against your shoulder while he focuses on his hand between your thighs. his chest is warm against your back. in his hurry to get you spread out for him, dean had neglected to fully remove his clothes, leaving him only shirtless while stilling wearing his sweats from the lazy day you’d been enjoying. you, on the other hand, were completed naked as you pressed against him, writhing against his touch.
one of his hands is playing with your wet little cunt while he’s just gripping your thigh with the other, trying to keep you spread wide open for him to play with.
you’ve got a tight grip on his forearm, trying to get him to just give you a break for a second while your other hand is gripping two of his fingers resting on your thigh, and all you can do is whimper and moan and cry bc it just feels so good.
“mm, can’t take it anymore. ‘m too sensitive, dean,” you tell dean as he continues to play with your wetness. you’d come twice already because dean had a bad day and needed you to make it better, he had told you. you’d been more than happy to make him feel good, but dean had other plans that consisted of slight torture, you’re beginning to think.
“breathe, honey. look at you doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he keeps praising while he keeps rubbing circles on your aching clit.
he just keeps kissing on your neck and your shoulder, and you can’t stop the little gasps and moans that escape you and finally. finally. he’s shoving two of his thick fingers into your leaking pussy.
"that's it, sweetheart. feels good, huh? come on, baby. let go for me," dean's muttering into your ear a few minutes later, causing you to moan. his fingers are hitting so deep inside your wet cunt, and you can't even focus on anything else.
"please!" you whine out, clenching your eyes closed while trying to squeeze your thighs together. you twist against him to bury your face in his chest. your wiggling causes dean to grip your thigh tighter, keeping you spread open for him, pussy on display. you grip his hands, trying to pull him off, but he's just too strong.
"dean,” you whine, dragging out his name. your words are muffled against his bare chest. one of your hands tangle into dean’s hair. you can feel his chest rumble beneath your cheek as you tug on his hair. his groans echo throughout the room, and his eyes close momentarily in pleasure against your grip.
“be a good girl, and come for me. just one more, sweetheart,” dean commands once more. his voice is low in your ear causing something to stir inside you. as quickly as he speaks the words, you’re shaking beneath him. with your eyes still clenched shut, you release your grip on his hair as your hands shoot out to push his away from your body.
your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you scoot away from dean. you don’t make it far before dean is pulling you into him, the slightest smirk resting on his face. you gasp as the waves of pleasure continue to roll through you. you feel dazed, like your brain is foggy, as you try to calm back down.
“breathe for me, baby,” dean is muttering into your ear. you can feel his hands running through your hair as his hands slowly slip back down your body.
“dean, no more! i can’t,” you pout as you lean back into him, holding his arms lightly. dean’s hands rub against your thighs gently.
“no more, baby,” you can feel him chuckle under you, and you finally relax completely against him. dean continues to rub your sore thighs, though his hands travel over the expanse of your entire body. his fingers dig into your soft flesh causing you to let out a content sigh. your eyes are heavy as dean continues.
“m sleepy, dean,” you mumble. dean presses a series of soft kisses to your shoulder before responding.
“i know, sweetheart. gotta clean you up though,” he answers sweetly. you pout at him causing him to laugh slightly before kissing your lips. you kiss him back lazily before he pulls away.
“be a good girl for me one more time tonight, then i’ll let you sleep,” dean tells you. it doesn’t take much convincing to get you to lean forward enough for him to slip out from behind you. you lay back where he had been sitting, curling up as you wait for him to come back.
dean’s footsteps fade as he leaves the room to run a bath. you lay there with your eyes closed as you start dozing. a few minutes later, dean slips back into the room. he’s crouched in front of you, running a warm hand across your face. you open your eyes to see him smiling at you slightly.
“there she is,” dean mumbles when you smile up at him. you slowly sit up, painfully aware of the ache between your legs. dean pats your thigh softly before he stands, reaching out to pull you into his arms. his hands slip under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. you head rests against his solid shoulder as a lazy smile plays on your lips.
as dean carries you to the bathroom, you kiss his shoulder softly. dean gently places you onto the ground once the two of you enter the bathroom. you smile up at him sweetly as he undresses then directs you into the tub. he steps in first, grabbing your hand to help you into the warm water. he sits down while pulling you to sit in front of him with your back flush against his chest. though you’re in the same position as you were earlier with him, dean’s touch is softer now. his hands are soft against your wet skin, and dean’s arms wrap around your belly partially covering your exposed boobs.
eventually, dean washes your body carefully and once the water goes cold, the two of you get out. dean wraps a fluffy towel around you before wrapping one around his waist. once you get back to your room, dean helps to dry you off before slipping one of his shirts over your head. you sit in the chair across the room, watching as he quickly gets dressed.
you watch dean in confusion as he starts tossing the pillows onto the floor.
“what are you doing?” you mumble sleepily wishing he’d let you lay down. dean looks up at you to meet your gaze.
“i understand that you’re tired but if i let you sleep on dirty sheets, you’re gonna yell at me tomorrow,” dean says with a straight face. you look at him for a moment before nodding with a slight shrug. fair enough. dean finally finishes and motions to the bed. you comply easily and flop down on dean’s side. he shakes his head at you before scooting you over just enough to lay down. once he’s comfortable enough, dean pulls your body onto his. the two of you settle into a peaceful silence in each others embrace.
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lheebra · 1 month
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.
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✰ PAIRING. quarterback!best friend!jake x fem!bff!reader | FEATURING. jayhoon and le sserafim yunjin.
✰ TYPE OF AU. college!au + best friends to implied lovers (again… smh dani)
✰ GENRE. fluff. jake is down bad fr.
✰ TW. i have a v small to none american football knowledge since i just started watching some games here and there last season SOOOO apologies if some stuff is not accurate. jake calls reader "pretty" and "sweetheart." a kiss happens. nothing else that i can recall?? except that quarterback! jake is enough of a tw... him wearing an uniform... no one speak pls i Need time alone with my thoughts.
✰ WC. 2.2k words
dani’s podcast🎙️: people seeing me on their dashboards again like ohhh man, tumblr lost today folks😓😓 hashtag dani just go away!! but anyways :p let’s gaur !! // as always, feedback and comments are always welcomed and deeply appreciated ^_^!!
i wrote this one for my dear hara since she’s the biggest jake stan i know<33 so @sjyism this one’s back lol, mwah🫂💐
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The loud chatting and the vibrating noise can be heard even from two blocks away, thousands of students dressed in your institute’s colors and some others using the rival’s pantone coming and going.
“I told you, Y/n,” Yunjin says beside you in despair, her arm linked with yours so she wouldn’t fall because of the rocky path. “I told you that we should’ve left earlier, but no! miss ‘I’m not sure if I should wear Jake’s jacket or not’ made us arrive late!”
You roll your eyes at your best friend’s nagging, finally visualizing the crowded place where the match would be taking over.
“Stop already, you know that Jay said he was saving us seats.”
You hear the blonde girl scoffing, “but we still had to walk a lot because we couldn’t find a place to park the car! Who’s fault is that, hm?”
“But we’re here already! Why are you nagging so much?”
Yunjin clicks her tongue in disapproval, giving you a side eye and muttering a “whatever” under her breath.
“You’re just lucky that I’m rooting for you and Jake, because if I wasn’t, I would’ve ended you.”
The mention of Jake for a consecutive time makes you more nervous about all of this, but hearing the joking tone in her voice, you just roll your eyes again in a playful manner.
“Whatever, let’s just find Jongseong.”
Standing at the bottom of the stands, you try to look around in search of the aforementioned boy without being successful, (“I’ll be wearing the school’s colors on both cheeks,” you hear Yunjin scoff at this. “Jay, everyone will be wearing those colors too.”) and Yunjin, being Yunjin, one of the most impatient persons you know, decides to phone the boy up instead.
Three beats after, Jay picks up.
“Hi Jay… Yes, we’re here–yes, where are you?” The girl stretches her neck a little bit so she can look around too, and frowns at hearing the boy’s answer. “Hey! You can’t nag at me! If anything, nag at miss lover girl!— I— Jay! Out of topic! just raise your fucking hand!— Or your banner, whatever,” the blonde girl scans the place again, and you finally see her smile while she points at someone sitting right on the first row of the bleachers. Directing your gaze there, you see a smiling Jay waving at the both of you. “Yes, I see you—Yes, bye.”
Your friend drags you by the hand, and after fighting —read: pushing back— people that would push you, and saying lots of “excuse me, I need to pass” sentences, you finally arrive with your black haired friend, Yunjin sitting on his right, while you sit on his left.
“Aye Jongseong, nice seats, first row and all,” Yunjin greets him, Jay just shrugs as he playfully raises both of his eyebrows at you.
“Of course, I did it for our lovestruck girl,” he slightly pushes your shoulder with his, laughing when he hears you scoffing. “Nice jacket, by the way.”
Jake went to your house on wednesday, the loveliest smile imprinted on his pretty features as he gave it to you and asked you to wear it for his weekend game.
You bite back a smile at the memory of your best friend looking at you with fondness behind his eyes. You told Jake you would definitely wear it, and he simply replied with a tight hug and a kiss on your temple. But now, as you were sitting while waiting for the game to start, you began thinking that this was a bad idea since everyone’s eyes were on you and the quarterback’s jacket you were wearing.
Uncomfortably shuffling around in your seat, you stare down at the oversized garment. “I’ve been the center of attention because of this jacket… Might as well just take it off–“
“What? No, you won’t!” Yunjin is quick to interrupt, putting a hand over your arm and shaking her head in denial. “Trust me, Jake will love it when he sees you wearing his jacket. Let people stare,” she shrugs, “at the end of the day, you’re the one that has Jake’s letterman jacket… and heart–“
“Enough,” you interrupt the blonde girl, a blush starting to raise to your cheeks. “I won’t take it off, just– don’t say that kind of stuff in public, what if someone else overhears? Jake and I are just best friends.”
Jay scoffs in annoyance, “yeah… If being best friends includes being down bad and throwing heart eyes all the time you look at each other.”
You feel the need to tell Jay off, to prove him wrong and explain that Jake and you were strictly best friends and only that.
But the feeling gets quickly disregarded and long forgotten as you start hearing the loud cheering when everyone caughts a glimpse of your university’s representative football team, making you go tunnel vision as you see the quarterback leading everyone while sporting the most beautiful smile ever.
You feel your heart do a somersault when you see your best friend looking around in search of something —more like someone— and when his eyes land on you, his eyes shine brighter and his smile widens at seeing your presence.
Everyone with two eyes would’ve seen the way your stares longed for each other, the both of you sharing a moment where no one else was invited to join.
The boy feels butterflies inside him at seeing you’re wearing his jacket proudly. He felt invincible now that he saw you were there for him and only him, cheering his name as you only dedicated him the prettiest of your smiles.
You thought you were hallucinating when you see him jogging your way, but when Jay elbows you and Yunjin gives you a not so subtle smile, it’s when you realize that the uniformed boy is now right in front of you, leaning his arms against the fence as he gives you a dazzling smile.
“Hey, pretty,” he calls for you as he extends his hand, you intertwine his fingers with yours. “Nice jacket.”
You giggle, “thanks, I came to support number two.”
“He must be a lucky guy, then.”
Jake’s eyes are especially shiny tonight, and the way he’s looking at you literally gives away the deep feelings the boy’s heart holds for you.
With his free hand, he cups your cheek, his eyes go down to your lips for a millisecond that it’s almost imperceptible to notice, and then, he nods at you.
Jake’s about to open his mouth to add something, when he hears his name getting called by his teammates. Rolling his eyes, he gives you a last glance.
“See you after the game?”
“Only if you win this one, dear quarterback,” you say jokingly, but Jake takes it as a challenge.
He’s quick to leave a kiss on the back of your hand to seal the promise, his toothy smile showing at seeing your cute blushing cheeks.
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
You see the boy walking backwards towards his place. He’d like to stay with you, but he has to guide his team to the victory, so as he’s standing right beside his teammates, he just meets your eyes for a last time before the game starts, throwing a flying kiss your way along with a wink.
The girls around you are either shrieking and losing their mind, or just plain glaring at you, but being honest you couldn’t care less, still processing Jake’s antics that got displayed in front of everyone.
(You can hear Jay laughing at your flushed state, snickering along with Yunjin at seeing the scene develop. “So, what were you saying Y/n?” Yunjin rolls her eyes at the comment. “Shut up Jay, let her live her kdrama moment, best friends to lovers era.”)
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There’s only one minute and thirty seconds more to go before the match is over, you’re anxiously picking at your nails and your elbows are leaning against your thighs. Jay, Yunjin and you are watching in expectation at how this match could turn out in the end.
You see your university’s team gathering up, Jake patting some of their backs in reassurance as he reminds them of their strategy on the field.
“I’m so nervous,” Jay mutters beside you, a hand combing his hair as he sighs deeply, “I don’t even like fucking football.”
“No, because same,” Yunjin nods, “I just came here as a plus one and I’m so invested now.”
You’d have laughed if this was a different situation, but the seriousness of the atmosphere just makes you nod in quietness. Getting a glimpse of the boys walking back to the field, Jake searches for your eyes again, immediately smiling when he sees you’re the one sending him a flying kiss, as if you’re letting him know you will always be there to cheer for him.
Turning around and jogging towards his formation while putting his helmet on, he immediately makes up his mind.
He was going to confess his feelings for you after he wins this one.
The narrator keeps explaining things that you can’t seem to completely understand, your eyes glued on the boy you came to see as he gives orders and numbers. And everything happens in a blur, Jake takes the ball and starts running, the crowd start cheering and screaming in expectation, Yunjin gets a hold of Jay’s arm and the boy gets a hold of yours.
A beat of white noise, and then, everyone’s standing up and screaming in excitement, including your friends, your university’s team is running towards Jake while celebrating, and you feel confused for a second, before the narrator screams into the mic.
“Another victory for Hybe’s U!”
“We won?” You stand up to meet your friends in a hug, your confused tone making Yunjin laugh.
“Yes! Your boyfriend scored a touchdown!”
“Great!… And what the fuck is that?”
Jay laughs too as he shrugs, the three of them raising their voices due to the loud sounds.
“The fuck we know! We just won!”
After jumping in excitement with your two friends, you quickly make your way towards the special quarterback that owns your heart so you can congratulate him yourself, wincing a little at seeing him almost at the center in a sea of people. You’re trying your best to reach out to him without having to push a lot of people, but it’s almost an impossible task when everyone is trying to catch his attention.
But again, to Jake, you’re not just everyone.
Glancing around, you find that his eyes are already looking at you, smiling when he finally finds you there.
Jogging his way to you, he’s quick to embrace you in his arms so he can spin you around, your arms encircling his neck and his heart doing a counterassault at hearing your joyful laugh.
Jake separates himself a little from you, his hands still on your waist as his eyes shine so bright that it looked like they held stars. His hair is all tousled around because of the helmet, the boy’s cheeks are kinda flushed and he’s sweaty due the game, but he still looks as gorgeous as ever. The breathless “hi there” that leaves his lips is laced with honey, his voice being soft just for you. You know that you shouldn’t act on your impulses, but the excitement that was still lingering inside your veins because of the events that just occurred and the way he’s smiling at you makes you cup his cheeks, closing the gap between you and capturing his lips into a sweet kiss.
You hear the small, surprised gasp that leaves his lips when you kiss him, but even if he’s shocked at your bold move, he still answers by tilting his head a little to deepen it, one of his hands raising to cup your cheek as the other pushes you closer to his chest.
You feel his teeth nibble softly on your bottom lip, but a wolf whistle coming from behind you, along with some cheering and clapping, reminds you that you’re still very much in public. You quickly separate from the boy, a hand coming to cover your mouth as Jake gives a side-eye towards his team members.
“Fucking finally!” A dark haired boy, who you identify as Sunghoon, cheers. “Now our quarterback is going to shut up about the massive crush he has on you!”
You see how the boy starts flushing at the teasing remark, making you coo in endearment while his teammates start sniggering at their quarterback’s reaction.
“Y’all better shut up right now if you don’t want me to make you run ten laps around the field next monday at practice!” Jake’s voice calls them out, his tone sounding threatening, but the corner of his lips fighting back a smile making it known that he was joking.
The other boys feign to look away from the both of you, making you laugh in the process. Jake directs his gaze again to you, cupping your face once more as his thumb pressed softly against your lower lip.
“So?”
You raise an eyebrow playfully at him. “So?”
Biting down on his lip, he cheekily smiles at you. “Does this mean that I can take you out on dates and finally call you mine?”
You giggle, raising your head to meet his lips in a quick peck. Jake’s eyes flutter a little bit at the feeling.
“I don’t know, did that kiss answers your question?”
Humming in feign thought, Jake connects his lips against yours again in a chaste kiss.
“I think I’ll need more of those so you can make your point across, pretty.”
“Deal.”
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Kinkuary 26 Minho — angry/hate sex // impact play
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➥ hard dom!Minho x sub!Reader summary: Sometimes, Minho gets really annoyed. Sometimes he gets really frustrated. The rest of Stray Kids know he gets frustrated, but what they don’t know is that he channels that anger and frustration in his sex with his girlfriend. wc: 1.7k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): unprotected sex (pls use protection!), rough sex, angry sex (Minho takes all his frustration out on the reader but the aftercare is top tier), impact play (spanking, face slapping, choking, mention of reader slapping Minho once), use of pet names (mainly baby, honey, angel at the end, etc), reader is a bit of a pain slut, moderate degradation (he calls her slut & whore mainly and bitch one time), spitting, and I think that’s all of them. If I missed anything let me know! a/n: TW: THERE IS MORE THAN SPANKING IN THIS PART. IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!! I couldn’t imagine anyone else in this part other than Minho. I know he’s not a violent person, he just seems the most likely to be into impact play. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it, and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Stray Kids taglist: @niktwazny303 @g4m3girl @rapmonie2047 @indigo35 @witherednotes @cixrosie @fay-ebrahim @imseungminsgf @yeosayang @leeautumn @katsukis1wife @flowerboykun @beomgyusbabygirl Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Taglist closed!
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“You know I don’t actually hate you, right?” Minho said softly as he ran the warm wet washcloth over your skin, red marks and bruises forming from his tight grip and heavy handedness.
You smiled at him warmly. “I know, babe,” you answered.
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True, it wasn’t like Minho to be so rough with you.
At least, he didn’t make a habit out of it.
Sometimes he just needed to let his frustrations out and you were more than willing to let him fuck his frustration out with you.
It didn’t stop him from feeling slightly guilty when bruises showed up the next day from his manhandling, despite you reassuring him that you liked it.
You were truly a masochist.
It started when Minho came home angrier than you’d ever seen him before. Practice had gone extremely poorly and all of the guys were mad. Nothing seemed to be going well for them today.
You knew you were in for a rough time from the moment Minho slammed the front door shut, dropping his bag and making a beeline for you sitting innocently on the sofa, watching TV.
“Min?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend as he towered over you. “Get up,” he said in a dangerously low voice. It sent shivers up your spin. “W-what?”
Minho grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you up from the cushion and dragged you away from the living room, slamming your back against the wall. Your wide eyes made him hesitate. “I’ve had a… really shitty day,” he started softly, dropping his head so you couldn’t see his eyes.
“I’m just so… fucking angry.”
A warm smile crossed your features as you reached up to cup his cheek tenderly.
“Let it out,” you encouraged softly.
The simple command was enough for Minho to slip into his own form of domspace. One where he almost lost himself entirely. Almost.
You knew from the second he looked up with that unreadable expression and those dark eyes, things were about to get very, very interesting.
It didn’t take much to set Minho off once he was in his domspace, a few shoves and a well timed slap had him dragging you to the bedroom, practically tearing your clothes off before knocking you back onto the bed.
He was on you in seconds, pulling his own shirt off as he knelt between your thighs. The two of you hesitated for just a moment, breathing heavily as you stared at one another. His eyes were dark, pupils blown with lust while yours were shining with excitement for what was to come.
Minho grabbed your leg, rolling your over onto your back before settling on your thighs. You knew better than to ask because sooner or later, he’d act.
And act he did, delivering a quick blow to your ass, making your body jump and a moan to escape your lips. Not giving you a chance to recover, he continued, landing slap after slap to your ass, alternating sides until your ass was red and sore. Not that you were complaining.
You loved the pain almost as much as you loved the pleasure.
By the time he’d finished marking your ass, you were practically dripping, something your boyfriend took notice of.
“Fucking typical,” he growled, untying his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear. “Of course a whore like you gets off on being used and abused.” You whined as he roughly pulled your thong down your thighs.
The tear of fabric had you groaning. ‘Aww and those were my favorite pair.’
Minho tossed your ruined panties away, taking your sore ass cheeks in his hands and spreading them to see your soaked cunt. “I bet I’d slide right in,” he whispered, moving his thumb down to brush over your glistening slit.
“On your back,” he barked suddenly, getting off you and kicking off his pants as you rolled onto your back as ordered. Minho was back on the bed in moments, forcing your legs apart and kneeling between your thighs.
“Look at you, so fucking pathetic,” Minho scoffed. He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes as he glared down at you. “You know, I really hate sluts like you,” he growled.
You narrowed your eyes up at him. “Oh fuck you,” you answered.
The slap to your cheek wasn’t hard. It was less about strength and more about the shock of it.
Minho didn’t give you a chance to recover as he lined the tip of his cock with your slit and pushed into you quickly, bottoming out almost instantly as he slid in with ease. “Fuck,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.
“For a whore, you sure have a tight cunt.”
You clenched around him, as if further solidifying his comment.
Minho let out a moan, grabbing your thighs harshly, nails digging into your skin.
“Tell me to fuck off again,” he ordered, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” you hissed, earning another slap. The pain was a welcomed addition to the pleasure of Minho’s cock splitting you open. You felt his fingers close around your throat.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, insolent bitch,” he growled, hips snapping against yours roughly as he set a slow but intense pace, each thrust driving his cock deep inside your pussy.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want; fuck you however I want,” he growled, fingers around your throat squeezing lightly. “And you’ll just lay there and take it.”
You moaned as his hips pounded against your ass, ramming his cock into your wet cunt repeatedly. “You’ll take it like the fucking whore you are.”
Every time he used that word, your walls gripped him even tighter, moans tumbling from your lips as he fucked you hard.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight I might blow right now,” he grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “Would you like that? Want me to cum all over your stomach?” He asked.
“Or better yet,” he continued with a smirk.
“Cum inside this tight little cunt and make you mine? You want that, baby?” You moaned loudly.
Minho chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. “Of course you would. You’re my little cumslut, aren’t you? You just love it when I fill you up.”
Another moan and a hard thrust had you tumbling towards the edge but not quite falling over it. “Minho,” you whimpered, voice hoarse from your incessant moaning. Minho leaned over slightly, his thrusts aiming for that soft spongy spot inside your cunt that always managed to drive you over the cliff.
“You must be thirsty,” he commented, looking down at you. “From all that moaning and back talking.” You nodded in response. Your throat was definitely dry.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Not wanting to be told twice, you obeyed him, opening your mouth. Without word or warning, Minho spit into your mouth, using his thumb to push your chin up, closing your mouth.
“Swallow it.”
You obliged, swallowing his spit. “God,” he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment. “You really just do whatever I tell you, don’t you?”
It was enough to push you over the edge, your walls convulsed around your boyfriend's cock as you came, moaning his name and back arching off the bed.
Minho wasn’t far behind, groaning and gasping as his hips stilled, cock buried balls deep as he came inside you, painting your cunt with his hot load. A few more thrusts for good measure and your boyfriend finally pulled out of you, rolling off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
You tried to regain control of your breathing as you heard the water running in the other room. A couple minutes later and Minho returned, carefully helping you to your feet and guiding you to the bathroom.
He’d started the bath and helped you into the tub, holding your hands as you slowly lowered yourself into the running water. Once you were situated, Minho disappeared again for a moment, returning with clean towels and a washcloth.
He joined you in the bath tub, turning off the water and dipping the cloth into the hot water before bringing it up to your face and pressing it against your cheek.
The bath was nice. He always took exceptional care of you after a rough session and this time was no different.
“I’m really sorry, angel,” he murmured as he wiped your face gently with the cloth, making sure to get your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin. Minho wasn't one to get too into his feelings but after sex, it always jumped out and he got a lot more affectionate than usual.
“It’s okay, babe,” you answered as he continued to carefully wipe your body. He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "No, honey, it's not." You smiled at him, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles.
"It is," you insisted. "We go over this every time, Minho. I want you to do this to me. I want you to hurt me."
He shook his head again. "You aren't supposed to hurt the ones you love," he answered, a slight break in his voice. "It only hurts for a little while," you murmured, pressing the back of his hand against your cheek. "But the pleasure overshadows the pain any day."
Minho turned his hand over in yours, cupping your cheek and caressing the skin with his thumb tenderly. "I'll make it up to you," he said softly. "People will think I'm abusive," he added, noticing the red mark on your cheek.
"No more slapping. I don't think I can keep doing it."
You nodded, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. "Okay," you answered. "But spanking?" You asked, your voice hopeful. Minho nodded. "I can do that," he admitted.
"Sometimes you can be a real brat."
You laughed as Minho gently pulled you forward, turning your body and pressing your back against his chest as you both relaxed in the hot water. He pressed a few short kisses to your neck and shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispered in your ear. "So, so much."
You leaned back further, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes shut, a soft sigh escaping your lips.
"I love you, too, baby."
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stargirlrchive · 1 year
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folklore: this is me trying ✩ jake sully
masterlist ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist
summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, jake being mean? but he is a grieving boy!, mentions of death, TW!! it is not explicitly mentioned in this chapter but in this series it is eluded to death during childbirth, it might be mentioned later on, but i will do my best to not go into too much detail
word count: 1,898
sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother
‘ite (n) - daughter ; ‘itan (n) - son
comments: hi honeys, i am really excited about this series, i hope you enjoy it as much as i do. that being said, with what i mentioned in the summary, if anything seems like it will be too hard of a read, pls skip past this, your mental health is far more important! but i will do my best to not dive deep into the topic. but ok tysm, love you all!! byeeee mwaaaah ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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- pandora, omitikaya forest, 2162 -
You swallowed roughly when you felt a lump form at your throat, desperately trying not to cry as the tears swelled your eyes. How did you end up in this situation? Why was Eywa punishing you this way? “When we mate-I do not wish to create Tsaheylu. That was reserved for Neytiri and I.”
Jake’s words continued to echo in your mind, “What?”
You could feel the frustration seeping out of him, tense and angry, as if what he said made perfect sense and you just didn’t understand. It was not fair, not to you and he knew it. “You-that is taking so much from me.” Your bottom lip quivered, it felt like someone had shoved a piping hot metal down your throat. “I understand we do not love each other, but-but this is something we look forward to our whole life and you will not even give me the courtesy of mating with me properly? Hold no true loyalty to me, nor I to you?”
Your tears began to fall in the next instant, bursting out as you refrained from holding back and sobbing loudly. Mo’at had come to both of you separately, informing you that Eywa had called upon her after the passing of Neytiri. The Great Mother wanted your path to cross with the Olo’eyktan.
Jake’s ears felt hot as they pressed down flat against his head, he was angry. Angry that the world had taken his mate from him, angry that the clan was forcing him to move on, angry that you did not understand where he was coming from. Besides his four children, there would never be anyone he loved more than Neytiri.
The thought of bearing his soul to you was too much, he would not risk his heart again. “I love Neytiri, you and I-we don't love each other, you said it yourself. I would never disrespect her by giving that part of myself to anyone else.”
He was being mean, he knew it too. “Many words have been used to describe you, but no one ever said you were mean. You are being cruel.”
Jake let out a deep breath, eyes starting to leak tears of frustration as he watched you cave in on yourself. You were mourning your future, what could have been for you, what you were never going to have.
“I had to let you know before this continued any further. Eywa has given us signs, I will respect her wishes and treat you with dignity as my wife, the kids-they love you. Neytiri loved you. And I am sorry I cannot give you a life filled with love but I can protect you. I will stand beside you through every moment.”
You said nothing, heart heavy with grief. “I know it is a lot to ask, but I need your help. Please.”
Your eyes caught Jake’s, tear stains down his face and as he pleaded with you, begging you. “You understand I will be giving my life to you. Depriving myself to find someone who loves me?”
Jake’s ears turned downwards, still pressed tightly against his head and he felt the guilt web it’s way through his entire body. He felt the rejection coming and he did not blame you. It was not a fair trade, he got a wife to look over his kids, care for him and his family and you got a love-less union, being upheld for appearance sake only.
Your throat dried up as he stayed silent, tears never ending from your eyes as they flowed down to your neck and chest.
“I’m trying, look-I cannot do that to Neytiri. I have never loved someone so deeply, when she and I promised ourselves to each other it was because we both knew that was right. We both knew we were meant to be by one another’s side-and creating Tsaheylu with you, it would rob the sentiment because we do not love each other, you said it yourself. I-I do not know how to phrase that gently, I do not wish to hurt you, only to be honest.”
There was a beat of silence, it was so defining that Jake's ears started to ring uncomfortably. You owed so much of the person you were to Neytiri and because of that you would not let her children suffer, “I will do it.”
Jake’s head snapped up, fear and gratitude on full display for you to see, your eyes had concealed themselves, your stare was cold and devoid, resignation as you came to terms with your future. “How will we go about this? I-” You paused and let out a breath through your nose, “I cannot stand in front of the clan and lie, celebrate as if this is normal, or joyous.”
You grumbled out quietly, “Feels like a death sentence.”
If Jake heard your last comment, he said nothing. His brain was still trying to process you agreeing to do this, why you would, he does not know.
It was as if you were reading his mind, “I am doing this for the children only. I know Neytiri would want someone to raise her kids, she would never want them to lack the love of a mother. And although I am not one, I loved Neytiri as if she were my sister, and for that the kids will never not know kindness from me.”
Jake’s shoulder sagged with relief, the last few months had been so very hard. He was trying to be a good father and help his oldest three process their grief while trying to not let his own swallow him whole.
You felt so nauseous, something swirling in the pit of your stomach trying to force its way up your throat. This was too much, too raw for you to accept. You pitied yourself but pitied the man before you even more. Jake’s throat felt rough, as if someone had forced sand down his mouth, “I will announce that we have mated at tomorrow's feast, that it happened the night prior.”
Your eyes dilated in fear, “You want me to leave with you tonight?”
“It is the only way I can think of to get Mo’at to stop pressing us. If they know we plan to mate, then they will watch our every move.”
Jake was trying to be sympathetic, trying not to be mean but he needed everyone to get off his case. He needed to start healing from the pain that leaked into every aspect of his life from the second Neytiri was taken from him. And he was right, you were tired of the sympathetic looks being sent your way as you walked by.
Everyone in the clan knew of the love Neytiri and Jake held for each other, you never stood a chance. The whispers were the worst of it, and at times you wondered if it was true. You wondered if Eywa had truly turned her back on you.
“Fine. I wish to let my parents know, they will not expect my sudden departure.”
Your voice and face were void of any emotion, cold as if the flicker within you had died, Jake felt the guilt embed into his soul. Everything he touched burnt out, fizzled and turned to ash. But he would not let that happen to his children, he would not let them feel the loss of a mother and your love for Neytiri drove the both of you to put your feelings aside.
Jake was about to thank you, as much as he did not want this he knew this was a larger sacrifice for you. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he watched your body go rigid as the tent entrance was thrown open. Your mother and father had walked in, followed by all of your younger siblings. The happy chatter died as they saw their oldest daughter and the Olo’ekytan in their family home.
Small streaks of tears down your face instantly put your parents on edge but your father turned to Jake to greet him properly. “Olo’eyktan Sully, how are you?”
Jake's fingers reached his forehead, head tilted downward as his hand extended forward, “I am doing well, and yourself?”
The small talk ensued as you stood by the corner of your home, trying your best to avoid your mother’s concerned gaze. “‘Ite, what is the Olo’eyktan doing in our hut?”
Jake tensed up, fear gripping at his throat as he watched you with careful eyes, he was not sure if you would be able to do it. Lie to your family, from what he had gathered from Neytiri you all had a close bond, even more so after your sister Zewlay was killed by the RDA.
“Sempul-Sa’nok, Jake and I-” You paused, trying to force the words out of your mouth. Jake cut in quickly as he saw your form begin to shake, his legs making quick work as he crossed the tent to you, stiffly wrapping an arm around you to keep you up.
“Your daughter and I have mated before Eywa.”
Those eight words sealed your future and it was deathly quiet besides the gasp that left your mothers mouth as your eyes pooled with tears. “Oh ‘ite! I am very happy for you both.”
The tears fell from your eyes instantly, “Thank you, Sa’nok.”
Your mother instantly pulled you out of Jake’s hold, engulfing her arms around you as your body shook, “Why the tears my sweet girl?” Her voice dropped quietly as she whispered into your ear, “Are you not happy with the union?”
You pulled away from her, eyes jumping to your fathers as she wiped at the tear stains. Confusion evident in his gaze,“No-no I am just sad to be leaving you all. I just do not wish for you or Ma’Sempul to be angry with me.”
Your father said nothing, still trying to process what your mate had said. After a short while he slowly made his way to Jake, your fathers head was held high as he kept eye contact with him. Jake would not be shocked if your father would have strangled him, he was eerily quiet as he approached him, “Take care of my daughter, ‘itan.”
Relief flooded your system, eyes drifting towards Jake’s and you gave him a small nod, reassuring him all was well. “We must celebrate! Let me call on Mo’at and begin the preparations.”
“No!”
Your mother stilled and confusion littered her features, “Sorry Ma’, Jake and I do not want such a fuss over us. That is why our union was kept for just the two of us. He will announce it during tomorrow's communal feast and that is all.”
Your mother was about to protest but your father removed her from you, “If that is what you wish ‘ite.”
You nodded swiftly, moving towards Jake as you refrained from tensing up again, “Yes-I will pack some things and leave tonight.”
Your family was happy for you, they knew with the Olo’eyktan by your side you will always be loved and protected by the clan. “May your union prosper against all odds. Though we know the Great Mother makes no mistakes.” They could not have wanted anyone better to love you, oh how wrong they were.
“Thank you, Sa’nok.”
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juyeonszn · 5 months
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I LOOK BETTER UNDER YOU
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PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader
WORD COUNT 2.62k
GENRES smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, TW: LEWIS STRUCTURES/CHEMISTRY TERMS 🤢🤢🤢, academic rivals to something idk, kev and jichang appearances, chanhee is a cocky little shit, vaginal fingering, edging, exhibitionism lowkey, there’s not p in v action but they are in a public space so…. take with that what u will
SUMMARY aside from excelling at literally everything else, choi chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve.
MORE my brain hurts LOL anyway fawntober day???? 7 holy fuck that is actually insane… ANYWAY shout out reese for being my beta as always <3 and also shout out @sungbeam for the idea <3 laurv u bestie!!! pls reblog if u enjoyed :)
PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri
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You felt stupid. Never in your life had you ever struggled to learn a concept, usually understanding on the first go around. This was the case for a majority of your courses. However, for some reason you just couldn’t quite grasp Lewis Structures in your Chemistry class.
Everything else seemed simple enough, your professor explaining them in a way that made them sound easy. They were anything but. You found yourself stressing over whether or not you could fully comprehend the bonds between atoms in time for your midterm. With the way it was going for you, that hope appeared to get less and less realistic.
“Have you thought about going to tutoring?” Your friend, Kevin, asks as you sit across from each other in one of the library’s study rooms, your chemistry textbook opened up to the section on Lewis Structures.
“I mean, no, I haven’t. I just think they’d judge me, considering I have the second highest GPA in our department.” You huff, scribbling down even more notes on the concept, as if you didn’t already have everything you needed to know. God, being a woman in STEM was so hard.
“That’s your problem,” Kevin rolls his eyes, working on his communications homework simultaneously. “Your ego is too damn big. Maybe if you toned it down a notch and set aside your pride, you’d be able to grow the balls to actually ask for help.”
You’re offended, honestly. Because as much as he was right, he was simultaneously very wrong. It wasn’t that you didn’t have the courage to ask for assistance. It was the fact that your biggest rival was the person in charge of the science department’s tutoring lab. He had the highest GPA in your year and you couldn’t stand the thought of losing to him. Let alone showing your weak side.
Aside from excelling at literally everything else, Choi Chanhee was also really fucking good at getting on your last nerve. You were thankful that he wasn’t in your Chemistry lecture, lest he made fun of you for all the questions you asked pertaining to your struggles. He had a knack for crawling under your skin like a goddamn parasite, doing everything in his power to make sure you never felt a moment of peace as long as he was around.
You hated him. You hated him so much for all of the unnecessary competition and constant need to one-up you in every mutual category possible. You hated his overall overachievement to be better than you, to be above you at all costs. You hated his dumb pretty face.
So how could you turn to tutoring after all of that? It just wasn’t feasible. Kevin wouldn’t get it. He didn’t have an arch nemesis holding him back from success.
“That’s not it at all, Kev. But it’s whatever, I’ll figure this shit out myself.”
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You could not figure that shit out by yourself. Midterms were a week and a half away, and you were still ripping your hair out over which structures were more dominant and other things of that nature. This was absolutely humiliating. Perhaps growing up as a gifted kid was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you.
With a frown permanently etched on your face, you glance over at your tablemate’s notes. He had messily scrawled examples of those damn Lewis Structures covering the sheet, eyes flickering back and forth between his notebook and the projector at the front of the lecture hall. Oh how badly you wished to be in his shoes, to decipher everything and anything to do with the dot structures presented to you.
Ji Changmin was by no means a genius. His intelligence levels were above average, but that was still below you. How could he understand this better than you? It made no sense. Then again, he was close friends with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. That had to be the reason why. His friend was practically the Einstein reincarnate.
This meant that you couldn’t even express your difficulties with him either. Chanhee no doubtedly knew that you sat beside his friend. If you asked for his help, it would obviously circle back to him and you’d never hear the end of it. You’d never unhear the taunting voice of Choi Chanhee teasing you for asking Ji Changmin for assistance with fucking Lewis Structures. There really was no winning here.
As the lecture draws to a close and your professor reminds you to study for the fast approaching midterm, Changmin clears his throat beside you with a raised eyebrow. You look at him with thinly concealed surprise. So much for being subtle.
“I saw you looking at my notes,” he snorts. “You know, if you’re having a hard time with this chapter, you should just go to the tutoring lab. I’m assuming you haven’t because Chanhee hasn’t gloated about it yet. But if you were curious, he won’t be there today. He has to go to some meeting for the newspaper. You know that guy’s got like ten different clubs he’s a part of.”
You’re not sure why Ji Changmin would be on your side with this. In fact, it kind of makes you skeptical. You didn’t know how credible he was, so why would you trust this information? For all you knew, he could’ve been attempting to lure you right into a trap. However, despite the bit of laughter he exhibited, he didn’t appear to be lying. You were usually a pretty good judge of character.
That’s how you found yourself showing up to the tutoring lab later that evening.
It was located inside of the STEM building on the fourth floor, along with some of the offices belonging to several professors. You chose to go later at night with the knowledge that most students would be gone by that time. The lab was available for use until 9 PM on weekdays, and it was currently 8 PM.
Your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as you push open the see-through glass door of the lab, grateful for the evident emptiness. Though it also worries you, because there were no tutors around either. Maybe the slowness of a Thursday evening encouraged them to head home early. You decide to wait a few minutes anyway, just in case someone shows up.
That was, unfortunately, a very big mistake. As you’re pulling out your notes and textbook, you hear the low creak of the door opening. You think you might keel over and die when you’re suddenly face to face with The Choi Chanhee.
His lips curl up almost menacingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.”
“Shut the fuck up,” your teeth grit together. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting or something? Why are you here?”
“Ended early,” he shrugs. “The tutors have a habit of leaving prematurely when I’m not around, so I wanted to see if there was anyone here. Guess it’s my lucky day, huh?”
This dude was a walking headache for real. You were seriously going to walk out of the lab with a migraine if he kept talking like he was so fucking smart. He was, but he didn’t need to know that you thought that. His own ego was large enough without you inflating it even more.
“I’m going home.” You state simply, mouth drawn in a straight line. You didn’t have the patience for his aggravating ass tonight.
“Am I really that horrible that you won’t accept my aid? I heard that you’ve been having problems with Lewis Structures. I may like to joke around, but I’m not really a masochist who likes to watch people suffer,” Chanhee chuckles with a shake of his head. “You’re just so easy to rile up.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” you mutter, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But fine. If you’re actually gonna help me, I’ll let you just this once. I can’t afford to have this cost me a perfect midterm grade.”
He grins, something that looks conniving. You hate how much more attractive it makes him. You were thankful again for the fact that there were no other students present. It was embarrassing enough to be seen being civil with the worst person in the world.
Chanhee takes the seat beside you, turning it so he’s facing you. You keep your body squared to the table, flipping your textbook to the page on Lewis Structures and preparing a fresh sheet in your notebook. You feel your cheeks warm up with the attention on you, his arms still folded in front of him.
“S-So I don’t get the— um— I don’t— uh— I don’t understand the dominant— the dominant bonds,” your eyes squeeze shut, mortified by the amount of stuttering and fumbling over your words. “How do you— um— how do you determine them?”
He smiles at how cute you are, a shy side of you he’s never seen before. He was so used to you constantly arguing with him, used to you standing your ground and competing with him even when you knew he’d come out on top. He places an arm on the back of your chair, leaning in to read what was in your textbook although he didn’t need to. He just wanted an excuse to get closer to you.
“So you’re gonna want your formal charge to be as close to zero as possible. In order to calculate that, you’ll have to subtract the number of bonds divided by two and the number of electron pairs from the total number of valence electrons per individual atom,” Chanhee explains, pointing at the formula on the page. “How about I give you a couple examples to work on?”
You nod slowly, afraid your voice might betray you again. He jots down a few molecular examples on your notebook, pausing for a moment to nip at his lip and examine you. You blink, a little confused by the action.
“What are you doing?” There’s a slight crack in your tone.
“I have an idea,” he licks his lips. “To make this more rewarding for us both.”
Your brows furrow, his response further perplexing you. One of his hands situates itself on your thigh, your eyes widening. Of all days to wear a skirt, why did you have to choose today? You glance between his face and his hand, lips parted.
“Ch-Chanhee?”
“Yes, pretty?”
You don’t know why the nickname has your upper and lower heartbeats skipping, sweat forming on your palms. You’d always been too preoccupied despising him for being so much better at everything than you were. But right now, his fingers creeping beneath the denim of your skirt, all of that seemed to fly out of the window. You gasp as his fingertips reach the lace of your panties.
“I can make you feel good,” he says into your ear, thumb massaging your thigh. “I can make this worth your while if you do well for me.”
He was giving you fucking whiplash. One second he was teasing you for coming to the tutoring lab, and the next he was trying to coax you into coming quite literally. You think you’re the insane one, however, because you can’t conjure a logical reason to say no.
“Okay,” you breathe, shakily picking up your mechanical pencil. “Okay, I’ll do my best.”
You begin to work on the first molecule he wrote out, trying to ignore his slender fingers pushing aside your underwear and rubbing your clit gently. Your bottom lip quivers when his lips make contact with your neck, kissing up and down softly with each circle of his phalanges on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Chanhee presses two fingers inside of your cunt, smiling against your skin when you whimper, nearly dropping your pencil. You fight back tears threatening to spill from your eyes due to lack of reaction, his digits so skilled at working your pussy and looping that knot in your abdomen. Your legs spread wider as you attempt to finish the first example as quickly as possible, so he can knock you over that edge that seems so close now.
“D-Done,” you shiver, lids almost fluttering shut from pure bliss.
Chanhee judges your answer, fingers halting their movements when he recognizes an error. You whine, that taste of sweet release pulled right from under you like a rug. He tsks, kissing your temple as if he hadn’t just denied you an orgasm.
“That’s not the dominant structure. Try again.” He instructs, not continuing until you’ve picked up the pencil and rewrote the Lewis Structure.
You ignore his palm applying pressure to your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your drooling cunt, lips sucking at the exposed base of your neck, where it meets your shoulder. Your focus zeroes in on completing this structure correctly, rearranging the electron bonds until they’re right. You feel your climax returning when he praises you for getting it this time.
“Such a smart girl,” he murmurs into your collarbone. “Now do the other one.”
He doesn’t stop his assault, increasing the pace of his fingers while you scribble out numbers and draw electron pairs. Your orgasm inches towards you, like a freight train going at full speed. Chanhee curls his middle finger, tripping you up and causing you to write down a wrong number on accident. Ever the perceptive, he relaxes his wrist and retracts his hand, the band in your stomach loosening along with it.
“Please, Chanhee,” you cry, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. “Need to cum so bad.”
“Mm-mm,” he scolds. “Not until you finish the structure properly. C’mon, I know you can be a good girl for me.”
You force yourself to persevere, bottom lip between your teeth when he slips his fingers back into your pussy. Pretending like you weren’t on the cusp of euphoria was making you dizzy, but it was necessary if you wanted to reach it completely. You couldn’t handle a third denial.
Chanhee speeds up his fingers, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. It was like he did enjoy watching you suffer. Perhaps he really was a masochist. You scrawl the last electron bond of the structure, releasing the pencil from your grasp and throwing your head back with a low whine. He hums in appreciation at a job well done.
“Oh my god,” you moan softly, looking down at where his hand disappears in your skirt. “Feels s-so good.”
“Yeah?” Chanhee goads, peppering kisses on your jaw and nibbling at your pulse point. “Ready to cum for me, pretty? Gonna cum all over my fingers?”
You can’t even reply, his cocky voice filling your head as he finally permits your orgasm, walls convulsing and clenching around his digits with a wail. It hasn’t even occurred to you that you’re in a very public, very open space, where anyone could walk in at any given moment. Your brain is too foggy from your overstimulated cunt and the comprehension that Choi Chanhee just fucking fingered you to even consider the consequences of the location.
It only takes a few seconds for you to come to, your body catching up with your head. You look at Chanhee with eyes resembling those of a prey cornered by its predator.
“Why is your hand still inside my skirt?”
“‘S warm down there,” he shrugs with a sly smile. “Besides, I’m not really done with you yet.”
“What are you talking about…?” You trail off, throat dry from how winded this guy was making you.
“You still need some practice before your midterm, no? And I kinda wanna see how pretty you look under me.”
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roboraindrop · 7 months
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Some venting below, feel free to ignore
My wedding dress has to be altered- I couldn't even fit into it with the corset... I'm so sad. When we tried it on without the corset the lady said I was this close to fitting into it, and that with the corset I should be able to get into it. My fiance's mom spent so much money on a dress that I can't even fit into...
My size doesn't bother me as much anymore, but sometimes.... Sometimes it's just crushing that I can't ever wear what I want to because I'm too big. It brings back all of the years I've spent struggling with self image and hating my body... I'm just so full of anger at myself right now.
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