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TinnGun Aquarium Date: Where Did Tinn’s Sharks Suddenly Come From and How Are They Connected to Liking Gun?
So in episode 7 when TinnGun go on the aquarium date with Yo and his girl there is a bit of dialogue that really confused me back when the episode aired. And maybe it confused you too. So now I’m here to share some background information with you.
I’m talking about this specific line:
Back when the episode aired I just didn’t understand why Tinn was suddenly talking about sharks when he had just been referencing their date. Where did that thought suddenly come from? What’s the connection between those topics, how did Tinn get from their date to sharks and biting to liking Gun?
Well, you see, I wasn’t able to follow because I had completely forgotten about one key element here: ฉลามชอบงับคุณ (= “sharks like biting you”) is a song by Bonnadol ft. IIVY B and Tinn is directly quoting the first line of the chorus to Gun. Cue the ensuing jokes about sharks and liking and biting.
Now you might see this and think “Ohhh so it’s a song reference and that song suddenly popped into Tinn’s mind so that’s why he’s randomly changing the topic. Plus, the song talks about sharks and liking so that’s how Tinn made the mental jump from ‘sharks may bite you’ to ‘I like you’. Got it, thanks.” and, well... yes. That’s the short answer. However, there is more to discover in this scene and more word play going on in Thai.
So come with me on a deep dive into the dialogue of this scene and find out what exactly is happening here in Thai.
We’re gonna take a closer look at Ep7 [3/4] from 10:10 onwards till pretty much the end of the scene. The given English translation of the dialogue goes as follows:
Tinn: Sharks, they may bite you. But I like you, no bite.
Gun: Are you flirting or what? Here. Let me tell you something. If you want to hit on someone, use your own line. (laughs) Sharks, they may bite you.
(Tinn steals Gun’s snack)
Tinn: Sharks, they like to bite. I do too, but only the one I like.
Gun: Bite, my ass! (laughs and shakes his head)
Tinn: Look at you now. I bet you like the one that bites you.
Before we go and take a closer look at what is hidden in the original Thai lines, let me give you a quick vocabulary lesson, though:
ครับ [kráp] – often also transliterated as krub. If you’re an experienced thdrama watcher you are likely familiar with this word. But if you’re new here: ครับ [kráp] is a particle that is added at the end of a sentence to make that sentence formal and polite. ครับ [kráp] is typically used by men, while women typically use ค่ะ [khâ] instead. (You’ll also hear this particle as an answer to or confirmation of a statement/request/order/etc., but this isn’t relevant for the scene we’re about to discuss.)
ชอบ [chôp] – to like. If you’re an experienced thdrama watcher you’ve also heard this one a lot. However, what you might not know is that this word can also be used to talk about a habit or about what someone/something tends to do. Earlier I translated the song title ฉลามชอบงับคุณ [chà-lăam chôp ngáp kun] as “sharks like biting you” but it could also mean something like “sharks tend to bite you”. (word for word the title makes shark(s) – like/tend to – bite{cute} – you{formal})
ผม [pŏm] – formal/polite first person pronoun for males (I)
คุณ [kun] – formal/polite second person pronoun (you)
งับ [ngáp] – cutesy word for “to bite”
Part 1: The Song
Now with that out of the way I want to take a look at the first line of the chorus from the song:
ฉลามน่ะชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ
[chà-lăam nâ chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp]
So this line is made up of two sentences:
ฉลามน่ะชอบงับคุณ [chà-lăam nâ chôp ngáp kun]: This is the first sentence and translates to “sharks tend to bite you” or “sharks like biting you” which is also the song’s title.
ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ [sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp]: This is the second sentence and translates to “as for me, I like you”.
So here we can immediately see how talking about sharks and biting leads to talking about liking someone and it’s through the repeated use of the word ชอบ [chôp] aka “to like”. First the singer talks about what sharks like (biting), then the singer talks about what he himself likes (“you”).
But there’s more!
Maybe you’ve already noticed that there is another word from our vocabulary lesson that is repeated in both sentences:
ฉลามน่ะชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ
[chà-lăam nâ chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp]
Yes, the word งับ [ngáp] gets repeated as well. Now you might be a little confused, because I just told you that this translates to the verb “bite” and I also just said that the second sentence translates to “as for me, I like you”. How does the biting fit into this sentence?
Well, so the thing is… Remember the very first word from our list? Remember ครับ [kráp]? Maybe you’ve also noticed that I put it on the vocabulary list, but then it doesn’t even show up in the song lyrics at all...
Except, it does! It just doesn’t look or sound like ครับ [kráp]. It sounds like งับ [ngáp], aka the word that I just pointed out that also gets repeated in both lines.
So, as you might have guessed by now งับ [ngáp] can either be a cute way of saying “to bite” or it can also be used as a cutesy word for the polite particle ครับ [kráp]. Tinn has already used งับ [ngáp] in this sense on Gun back in episode 2 when he was pretending to be Lion, like we can see here for example:
ลองไปที่นี่ดู แล้วพี่จะรู้เองงับ
[long bpai tîi nîi duu • láeo pîi jà rúu eng ngáp]
try–go–to–this–see • then–older sibling–will–know–self–[cutesy polite particle]
Now let’s go back to the second sentence of the song and take a look at the pronouns: ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ [sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp] (= “as for me, I like you”).
The singer here uses the polite first person pronoun ผม [pŏm] when he refers to himself and the polite second person pronoun คุณ [kun] when he says “you”. These are pretty formal pronouns that usually also come with a polite particle. So technically the sentence “I like you” with these formal pronouns should go ผมชอบคุณครับ [pŏm chôp kun kráp] – literally “I like you krub”. However, the singer wants to be cute, so he switches the polite particle ครับ [kráp] with the cutesy form งับ [ngáp] and sings “I like you ngáp” instead.
(On this note, some interesting tidbit: according to my Thai friend who I discussed this scene and song with, in his words, it’s mainly “lesbian tomboys” who use งับ [ngáp]. He said men might use it in writing but don’t really say it.)
Anyway, now that we know that the song lyrics make “Sharks like to ngáp you. As for me, I like you ngáp”, let’s see what they do with it in MSP.
Part 2: Tinn and Biting
The dialogue starts out with Tinn saying “Sharks, they may bite you. But I like you, no bite”. At least it does according to the English subtitles. What he really says in Thai is this:
ฉลามอะ ชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมอะ ชอบคุณงับ
[chà-lăam à • chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm à • chôp kun ngáp]
shark(s)–[particle] • like–bite–you {formal} • as for–I {formal}–[particle] • like–you {formal}–[cutesy polite particle]
Here is the line from the song in comparison:
ฉลามน่ะชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ
[chà-lăam nâ chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp]
shark(s)–[particle]–like–bite–you {formal} • as for–I {formal}–[particle]–like–you {formal}–[cutesy polite particle]
As we can see, Tinn is pretty much directly quoting that line of song to Gun. So a more literal translation of what he’s saying here would be something along the lines of “Sharks like biting you. As for me, I like you”. Or rather, if we remember the word play with the word งับ [ngáp] = to bite and งับ [ngáp] = cute form of ครับ [kráp], what he’s saying is actually “Sharks like to ngáp you. As for me, I like you ngáp”.
This makes Gun laugh and he says “Are you flirting or what? Here. Let me tell you something. If you want to hit on someone, use your own line.”
Now that we know Tinn quoted a line of a song we also understand that Gun recognizes it as such and that when he says “use your own line” it’s actually him calling Tinn out for quoting a song instead of coming up with his own original pick-up line.
Gun then turns away and repeats the first part of the song lyrics to himself, still very amused: ฉลามชอบงับคุณ [chà-lăam chôp ngáp kun] (= “sharks like biting you”).
Tinn was just scolded for not being original in his flirting and what does he do? He “bites” Gun and then, according to the subtitles, says: “Sharks, they like to bite. I do too, but only the one I like.”
Now let’s once again look at what’s happening in Thai. What Tinn is saying here is this:
ฉลามอะ ชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมอะ งับคนที่ชอบ
[chà-lăam à • chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm à • ngáp kon tîi chôp]
Let’s bring up the song lyrics again:
ฉลามน่ะชอบงับคุณ ส่วนผมน่ะชอบคุณงับ
[chà-lăam nâ chôp ngáp kun • sùuan pŏm nâ chôp kun ngáp]
We can immediately see that Tinn is once again directly quoting almost the entire line of the lyrics to Gun. He repeats the whole “Sharks like biting you. As for me…” part, but then he unexpectedly changes the last part. This time around he doesn’t end the sentence with “I like you ngáp” (ชอบคุณงับ [chôp kun ngáp]) like the song does, instead he ends it with:
งับคนที่ชอบ
[ngáp kon tîi chôp]
bite–person/people–that–like
Since Thai doesn’t have plural forms, this can be translated as “I bite the person that I like” or “I bite the people I like”. So what’s happening here is that after being scolded for being unoriginal, Tinn then quotes the song again but decides to prove that he can indeed think of a line on his own by changing the second sentence from “as for me, I like you” to “as for me, I bite the person/people I like”.
What’s kinda interesting to me here is that the second sentence from the song talks about คุณ [kun] (= “you”) and Tinn in his own continuation talks about คน [kon] (= person/people). I find it interesting, because these two words sound very similar. In fact, when I tried to transcribe the Thai lines I actually wasn’t sure whether Tinn was saying คุณ [kun] or คน [kon] here. It sounded like งับคน [ngáp kon] (= bite person) to me, but I was a little unsure since the song itself talks about งับคุณ [ngáp kun] (= bite you). I played it to my Thai friend and he too had to listen to it a couple of times before deciding that it must be คน [kon] as that would make more sense.
Alright, moving on. So Tinn has just quoted the song again but with a changed ending: “Sharks like to bite you. As for me, I bite the person/people I like.” Gun doesn’t know how to response to this, so after a moment of consideration he comes up with a witty comeback: “Bite, my ass!”
(Fun fact: the expression he uses here that was translated as “my ass” in English is พ่อมึง [pâaw mueng] which literally translates to “your father”. If you’re a German speaker: it means Gun is essentially saying „Deine Mutter!!“ in response lmao. Brilliant comeback, really. Extremely witty. Good job, kiddo.)
Unfortunately for Gun, Tinn’s whole flirting tactic, as silly as it was, has in fact worked on him and he can’t help but laugh again in an “I can’t believe this is the man I have chosen to love” kind of way.
Now it’s Tinn’s turn to call Gun out for it: “Look at you now. I bet you like the one that bites you.” That’s how the subtitles put it. But one last time I wanna take a look at the original Thai lines.
Tinn says two sentences here and the second sentence is more relevant for the whole song reference/word play thing, but since you’ve made it all the way here I assume you like languages and would be interested in knowing the literal meaning of Tinn’s words where the subtitles go “Look at you now”, so I’ll just tell you that too while I’m at it.
So all in all Tinn says:
อาการแบบนี้อะ สงสัยชอบคนที่งับ
[aa-gaan bàep níi à • sŏng-săi chôp kon tîi ngáp]
That first sentence (อาการแบบนี้อะ [aa-gaan bàep níi à]) is a little difficult to translate for me because I don’t really know what to do with the first word, but the แบบนี้ [bàep níi] part means “like this”. The first word is อาการ [aa-gaan] which can mean “symptom” or “condition”. According to thai2english.com other meanings also include “expression” or “manner”. All in all, what Tinn is essentially doing here is pointing out Gun’s reaction, so I think to make it sound more natural and not too weird in English we could maybe say something along the lines of “A reaction like this...” for this line.
As for the other thing Tinn says, it’s this:
สงสัยชอบคนที่งับ
[sŏng-săi chôp kon tîi ngáp]
suspect–like–person(s)–that–bite
As I said earlier, Thai doesn’t do plural forms. Nor does it do articles. And yet another thing that Thai often doesn’t do is pronouns, meaning pronouns are often left out of the sentence entirely. Such is the case here, so this sentence could mean one of the following:
I suspect you like a person that bites.
I suspect you like the person that bites.
I suspect you like the person that bites you.
I suspect you like people that bite.
I suspect you like people that bite you.
Now what’s fun about this line is once again the word play and the reference to Tinn’s line from earlier when he said “I bite the person/people I like”. Let’s do some more comparison.
So this is what Tinn says to Gun right after he steals the snack by “biting” Gun:
ส่วนผมอะ งับคนที่ชอบ
[sùuan pŏm à • ngáp kon tîi chôp]
as for–I {formal}–[particle] • bite–person(s)–that–like
And this is what he’s saying to Gun now:
สงสัยชอบคนที่งับ
[sŏng-săi chôp kon tîi ngáp]
suspect–like–person(s)–that–bite
The reason why this is fun is that Tinn switches the words งับ [ngáp] and ชอบ [chôp]. Where first he said งับคนที่ชอบ [ngáp kon tîi chôp] (lit. “bite–person(s)–that–like” = “[I] bite [the] person/people that [I] like”) he now says ชอบคนที่งับ [chôp kon tîi ngáp] (lit. “like–person(s)–that–bite” = “[You] like [the] person/people that bite [you]”).
Let’s look at it again side by side to really see how delightful that is:
งับคนที่ชอบ
[ngáp kon tîi chôp]
bite–person(s)–that–like
ชอบคนที่งับ
[chôp kon tîi ngáp]
like–person(s)–that–bite
What’s more, Tinn switching around the words is reminiscent of, if not a deliberate callback to the word switch from the original song lyrics that started it all:
ชอบงับคุณ
[chôp ngáp kun]
like–bite–you {formal}
ชอบคุณงับ
[chôp kun ngáp]
like–you {formal}–[cutesy polite particle]
Part 3: Summary
Since this was an overwhelming amount of information in one go I’ve put all the dialogue into a table so you can look at it again side by side:
As you can see, I’ve also included the official English subtitles for those who are curious. However, I wanna stress that this isn’t to imply “the eng subs suck and I did it better!!!1!11”. I’ve put my own “literal” translation into the table mainly because the word-for-word translation of the Thai lines can be pretty confusing and I wanted to put it into a more natural sounding English so that it would make more sense.
You’ll also notice that I’ve put some of the pronouns into square brackets. That is to signify that the Thai sentence doesn’t include any pronouns there, which is relevant mainly for Tinn’s very last line as the English sentence could work either with or without the second “you”.
As for the curly brackets in the Thai column, those indicate the level of formality or the connotation of a word, especially of the pronouns.
The red text marks every time when the song lyrics are being quoted.
In Conclusion
All in all, what is happening in this scene is that Tinn quotes a line of a silly little song that includes a silly little pun and then when Gun scolds him for being unoriginal Tinn goes and takes that silly little word play even further, turning it into his own thing. And the most delightful part about it is that it absolutely works on Gun, as much as he may hate to admit it.
#my school president#tinngun#msp#msp ep7#airenyah explains thai#adrm#no but my thai teacher has a habit ending his classes by playing us a thai song#and weeks before msp was even airing he ended the zoom session with ฉลามชอบงับคุณ#and then i just. totally forgot about it... the song was completely wiped from my memory#that's why this post is so late!! i'm really sorry!! i just really didn't remember this song at all when msp was airing#and i got so puzzled about this scene here bc Tinn's line seemed so random like#why is he suddenly talking about sharks and biting where did that come from#i mean ok sure they're at an aquarium so sharks aren't THAT strange as a topic but still#something about it just didn't sit right with me#until a while ago it just suddenly hit me out of the blue#i was just going about my business when suddenly my brain goes#WAIT DIDN'T WE ONCE HAVE A SONG ABOUT SHARKS AND BITING AND LIKING IN CLASS#and i'm just standing there like oh my god???? it's a song reference???? and i could (aND SHOULD) have known all this time????#a very random but very eye-opening experience#everything about this suddenly made so much more sense#anyway did i write this instead of writing my bachelor's thesis? yes i did :)))#which is ironic considering my bachelor thesis is about the thai language as well
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➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).
𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned.
“My dad’s gonna come for me!” You burst out tearfully, tiny fists clenching at your sides and nails digging into your palms, “H-He loves me! And… And I’m not scared of you!”
Lloyd yawns, “Honey, this whole heroic act was cute two days ago. But now you’re just boring me.”
“N-Not acting!” You lie, jutting your chin up and hoping he can’t see how your hands shake and lower lip wobbles. Your dad had always taught you to be brave in the face of evil. And the man sat in front of you, with his neatly trimmed moustache and perfectly styled hair; his elegant white pants and tight black turtleneck that showed off every ridge of muscle on his body…
This man was definitely the face of evil.
“As I said, boring.” Lloyd practically sing-songs, crossing one leg over the other, his blue eyes gazing at you from where you sit on the bed with the pink satin sheets. “Why don’t you try a different schtick, sunshine? Maybe be a bit bratty? Gimme a reason to rough you up a bit before I send the videos to your father?”
Brows knotting together in confusion, a pout forms on your lips, “What videos?”
Lloyd can’t help his gleeful smile, “You’ll see.”
He gets up from the gilded armchair that he usually sits on when he comes to ‘visit’ you, making his way over to the four-poster princess bed where you sit cross-legged. The whole room that he’s put you in is soft, pink hues with gold accents – admittedly the prettiest room you’ve ever lived in. You’re thankful Lloyd didn’t throw you into a dark, scary basement when he kidnapped you – but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to leave.
Dad’s gonna come for me, you assure yourself.
But right now, it’s just Lloyd (and the guards stationed outside your room). Your captor casually walks towards you, twirling his gun in his hand in a way that makes you cringe in fear. He smirks when you exhale sharply, your eyes widening when the brunet takes a seat next to you on the pretty satin sheets.
“Why, honey. You’re hurting my feelings – I thought you said you weren’t scared of me.”
You swallow harshly, “N-Not scared!”
“Then why are you shuffling away from me like a kicked puppy?” Lloyd licks his lips, suddenly grabbing your calf and dragging you over to him. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger too – with those muscles that bulge out of the tight shirts he wears. You squeal in pure fear as places you neatly on his lap, arms encircling around you.
“Shhh, baby. Just shut that pretty mouth up for me, okay? I need to tell you something.”
Immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, sitting rigid against him while he strokes your hair. You’d never tell him this – but he’s the scariest man you’ve ever met. In the two days that you’ve known him – from when he stole into your bedroom in the dead of the night and took you up until now – you’ve seen many different sides of him. He can go from soft to insane in two seconds flat, and you’ve even seen him kill people.
“M-My dad said we shouldn’t play with guns.” You can’t help but point out when you see Lloyd continuously twirling his loaded gun with his fingers. And he’s doing it so dangerously close to you, as if he doesn’t care at all if he accidentally hits the trigger.
Lloyd snorts, “That’s because your dad’s too busy playing with his tiny dick, sunshine.”
You gasp at his crassness, and the older man can’t help but laugh at the expression on your face.
“God, you’re a little airhead, aren’t you? Makes me almost sad about what I’m gonna say next.”
Ears perking up at his words, you shuffle around on his lap until you’re facing him, blinking up at him shyly and waiting for him to speak.
“I’ve decided I’m going to let you go.”
Elation fills your trusting heart, and you bounce up and down in his lap in excitement, not noticing the way he suppresses a growl and steadies you with his large hands on your hips. “Really? Oh, Mr. Hansen, thank you!”
“Yes, sunshine. Thank me indeed. Turns out your father’s useless, and by extension, that makes you useless. And do you know what I do with useless people, baby?”
Eyes wide as saucers, you shake your head.
“I kill them.”
You’re suddenly hyper-aware of the loaded gun in his hand, the one he so callously plays with all the time. Blood running cold, you gulp up at him, “B-B-But…”
“Shhh, baby.” He presses his finger against your lips. “You didn’t let me finish. I’m feeling nice today, honey. So instead of killing you, I’m going to let you go. Isn’t that nice of me?”
He’s giving you whiplash with his words, but you nod quickly, “Y-Yeah! My mom says to always see the good in people, so I think you’re being really nice, Mr. Hansen. Thank you! When do I get to leave?”
Lloyd almost moans out loud at your innocence, digging his boner up into your ass while you blink up at him, so deliciously unaware of his intentions.
“Now sunshine, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” Lloyd clicks his tongue, finger tracing shapes on your bare thigh – you’re still in your little pink nightie that you were wearing when he kidnapped you. “I’m doing you a huge favour here. In fact, I’ve done a lot of favours for you in the past two days, wouldn’t you say so?”
“Huh?”
“Aw, you’re a dumb little baby, aren’t you?” He chucks you under the chin, loving how goddamn innocent you look, how your perfect little lips form the shape of an ‘o’, how you look like you’re hanging on to his every word, “I kept you in this pretty room instead of the scary basement, I gave you food and a soft princess bed to sleep in, didn’t I?” He pinches the flesh of your thigh when you don’t reply, “Didn’t I?”
“Ow– Yes! Yes, you did!” You cry out.
“So then it’s only fair that you repay me before I let you go.” Lloyd is vary casual with his words, making it sound like this repayment is so painfully obvious. He’s playing with the strap of your nightie now, pushing the silky strap down your bare shoulder and making you shiver.
“I… I guess so.” You’re confused, but your dad has told you in the past that if someone does something nice for you, then it’s always a good idea to repay them for their kindness. And although you’ve seen Lloyd scream at the guards and his other men (as well as maybe shoot a few people), he’s never really been mean to you. You sit up straight, nodding your head as you feel a bit more confident. In fact, you’re sure your dad would be proud of you for how you’re negotiating like an adult right now, “Okay, Mr. Hansen. What kind of repayment would you like?”
The corner of Lloyd’s mouth curls up, his large hands rubbing up and down your arms in a way that has you feeling kind of light-headed and warm, “Call me daddy, sunshine.”
“What? But you’re not my dad!” You giggle softly, not understanding why you’ve suddenly got this throbbing feeling between your legs. And it only seems to increase when his hand slips down, now casually playing with the lacey hem of your nightie.
“But I took care of you, kept a roof over your head these past two days, and also kept you fed, didn’t I? That means I’m your daddy.” Lloyd says it slowly, as if he’s speaking to a toddler.
You mull over his words, “I guess that makes sense…”
The brunet runs a hand over his perfectly styled hair, trying not to get too excited over the fact that he really has lucked the fuck out, a sweet-looking broad with a head as empty as yours sitting pretty in his lap, believing every single word that comes out of his mouth. It’s almost too good to be true.
“It makes perfect sense, cupcake. You’re just a dumb baby, so maybe things aren’t so clear in your head. But a man who takes care of his girl is known as daddy. So, you better call me that from now on.” He trails the muzzle of his gun against your bare skin with an air of indifference that makes you whimper softly.
“O-Okay, daddy.”
Lloyd almost moans out loud when he hears you say it, his pants now uncomfortably tight and he wonders just how much of an airhead you are to not notice his hard fucking dick right underneath your ass.
“Now honey, I want you to listen carefully to what I say next. Because this is how you’re gonna repay me before I let you go.”
He takes your hand; your tiny, dainty little hand, and squarely presses it down on his hard crotch. And it’s almost music to his ears when you gasp, snatching your hand back in record time.
“I can’t touch you there! That’s your… thing!”
“Oh princess, you’re allowed to touch your daddy’s cock. It’s only natural.” There’s something about the lull in Lloyd’s tone, this soft, velveteen quality of his voice, that makes you want to listen to him. Plus, your curiosity gets the best of you, because you’ve never touched a man’s thing before… Slowly, you replace your hand on his crotch, gasping when he thrusts up into your palm.
“Daddy, why is it so hard?”
Lloyd’s played with dumb little girls like you before – so none of this is new to him. But it’s also safe to say that none of those other girls were quite as innocent and lovely as you, with your wide eyes and open mouth, gaping down at his dick as if it’s about to come alive and eat you.
“Honey, this is where your repayment comes in.” He grabs your hand once more, making you stroke his clothed dick slowly, “Daddy’s cock is sick, that’s why it’s so hard. And only you can help me fix it and make it soft again.”
“Only me?” You echo prettily, looking scared and honoured at the same time.
“Yes, sunshine. Despite the fact that you’re dumber than a brick, it has to be you.” With one hand holding yours and making you stroke him, he uses his other hand to brush your hair out of your face, being all deliberately tender till you’re looking up at him with shining eyes, “My dick’s so hard that it’s causing me pain. And you don’t want your daddy to be in pain, do you? Specially when I kept you so safe and comfortable during your stay with me?”
Again, you mull over his words. Lloyd could have thrown you in the basement or one of his torture chambers where he took the other bad guys (you’d heard the guards talking about it once). But no, he’d kept you in this pretty pink bedroom with the soft satin bed and fuzzy carpet. Lloyd was nice, so it wasn’t fair that he was in pain.
You nod slowly, “Okay, daddy. I’ll help you with your pain.” And then you pout, “But I don’t know how!”
He repositions you in his lap so that you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of him and the hem of your nightie running high, your pantie-covered crotch flush against his, making heat rise to your cheeks. You’ve never been in such an intimate position with a man before. But Lloyd is your daddy, and he’s a nice man and he’s going to let you go, so you will yourself not to be scared.
He cocks his gun, pointing the muzzle of it right between your breasts where the neckline of your nightie dips. You inhale sharply as he leisurely trails it down, leaving goosebumps in your wake as you feel the weapon slide down your body. All the way down to between your legs – the source of all the throbbing – and he presses his gun against your private place, making you jolt with a surprising thrill that courses through your veins.
“Do you know what this is called, sunshine?” He asks softly.
You gulp – of course you know! You’re a big girl, after all. “Y-Yeah, daddy. That’s my vagina. But I’m not allowed to have anyone touch me there. My dad said he’d kill whoever even tried.”
“Cupcake, your dad’s a fuckin’ tool.” Lloyd flexes his arm suddenly, pressing his gun against your core and you convulse from the contact. “Now, little girls like you can’t use the word vagina. That’s an adult word. Babies like you need to say princess parts, got it?”
Princess parts. That sounded pretty, and you’ve been living in this pink princess room with a princess bed and princess sheets, so it only makes sense; so you nod in agreement.
“Princess parts.” You say softly, liking how it rolls off your tongue, “I like that, daddy.”
“Of course, you do, sweet sunshine.” Lloyd smirks, gun still cocked between your legs while his other hand slips behind you, unzipping your nightie slowly. “Now, do your little princess parts ever get creamy, baby?”
Creamy? You widen your eyes in alarm – how could he possibly know?! Gulping, your hand freezes on top of his clothed dick and you bite your lip, ducking your head down in shame.
“I… I do get wet down there sometimes.” You confess, because Lloyd said he’s your daddy and surely, he won’t tell anyone. “But it’s not pee, I swear it’s not, daddy!”
Lloyd licks his lips like he’s the big bad wolf; and honestly, he might as well be with how he plans to take advantage of your innocence. Having unzipped your nightie all the way down, he lifts your straps and slips them down your arms. You’re too mortified over how he knows about your princess parts getting wet that you don’t even notice him doing it.
“Tell me how you got wet.” He orders you simply, a look of almost unrestrained lust on his face, “And you better tell me the truth, or else I’ll change my mind about letting you go.”
You squirm, “Well… Please don’t tell anyone, but once I was watching this movie on TV, and it had a…uh… a scene in it. A dirty scene.” Scrunching your eyes shut, you can’t help but replay the scene in your mind, the actor so handsome and ripped – although not even close to as handsome and ripped as Lloyd is. “And I know I should’ve turned it off, but I was curious.”
Lloyd’s thumb brushes against your bare nipple, dick so unimaginably hard underneath you at your innocent story, and also because he’s now got you topless on top of him and you haven’t even noticed. God, you’re so fucking dumb and it makes him so fucking hard.
“Th-Then I had this strong urge to go pee, but when I got up, there was a wet spot on the couch. And my p-panties were all wet too!” You lament, and you can’t help but bury your face in Lloyd’s strong and sturdy shoulder, embarrassed because a man as sophisticated as him shouldn’t have had to hear such a stupid, shameful story.
“Oh, honey,” Lloyd coos, humping up against you because he knows you’re too distraught to notice. “You’re such a dumb little baby, not even recognising your own princess cream.”
You hiccup, blinking up at him with huge doe eyes, “P-Princess cream?”
“Yes, sunshine. Princess cream. Babies like you get all wet and drippy down there with princess cream, and you’re meant to gift this cream to your daddies to make them feel better. Everyone knows that.”
You nod, finally understanding him, “Is that how your… thing… is gonna feel better? With my cream?”
Lloyd taps your cheek condescendingly, “Guess your head’s not completely empty after all.”
And that’s how you find yourself lying down on your princess bed, the satin sheets so soft underneath you as a man almost double your age hovers over you, taking your nightie off and leaving you clad in only your little pink panties.
“You know, sunshine, after you’re done helping daddy here, we can go into my room. I’ve got a huge TV, and we can watch all the dirty movies your little heart desires.” Lloyd is feeling nice after your little confession. Not so nice as to not take advantage of you, but nice enough.
“Okay, daddy, that sounds– Hey! Aren’t you gonna take me home after this?”
Lloyd chuckles, choosing to ignore you as he surveys your almost nude body, how it quivers so prettily. Rolling your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he then brings your hand over to his pants once more, “Unzip me, baby. Daddy’s dick’s hurting a lot.”
You take a deep breath, not knowing where this is going but knowing that you want to help your daddy because he’s going to let you go after this and you’re so super thankful for that. Fingers shakily taking hold of his zipper, you undo his fly with baited breath and a thumping heart.
Lloyd’s eyes are so dark, it looks like he’s about to eat you up. “Take it out, baby. Take daddy’s dick out.”
Biting your lip in concentration, you think about when you’re in pain. Like the time you tripped and fell down the stairs when you were younger. You’d twisted your ankle and it had hurt a lot. It’s sad to think that Lloyd is hurting like that now, and you’d help just about anyone to stop them from hurting.
Your eyes widen when you pull his cock out, because your fingers don’t even fully wrap around it. He’s thick like a soda can, and long too. And so, so hard. Angry and red looking, with veins running down the side. You wonder if all men are as big as he is, or if he’s special.
“So… So big, daddy.”
Lloyd can’t help but stroke your cheek, “Take your panties off, sweetie. Can you do that for me?”
He sounds so soft and nice, voice so beguiling that you don’t think twice in obeying. But maybe it’s because you’re so distracted by the darkness in his eyes, by his handsome face so close to you, by his dick that scares you every time you sneak a glance at it… But you’re slow in tugging your panties down, and Lloyd taps you harshly on the cheek.
“Faster, you dumb fucking baby. Unless you want me to hurt you.” He gestures towards his gun which rests on the satin bedsheet next to you. You don’t understand why he’s kept it so close – it’s so scary and you hate it, but the threat works. Tugging your panties off, you go to hand them to him but he shakes his head.
“No, baby. Wrap your pretty panties around your hand and then hold my dick.”
His instructions are clear, but you still look up at him dumbly, “H-Huh?”
Lloyd rolls his eyes, patience running thin. All he really wants to do is shove his dick up your virgin pussy but he knows half the fun is building up to it. “It’ll help with the pain, sweetie. You wouldn’t understand because you’re too dumb. But don’t fucking question your daddy again.”
The satin of your panties and your soft, hesitant fingers feel like heaven around Lloyd’s dick. His own calloused hand grabs onto yours, moving your palm up and down on his big dick until you get the hang of it and don’t need his help anymore. And fuck, he doesn’t know where to look now because your tiny hand on his fat dick makes him want to bust a nut, but the look of determination on your face gets him going too.
“Is your pain getting better, daddy?”
He grunts, “Slightly, baby. But the real pain relief is inside your princess parts.” Licking his lips, he gives his next order: “Spread your legs, dumb baby. Wider. Wider, I said.”
You yelp when he slaps your inner thigh hard, pussy glistening and on display for him as you spread your legs as wide as they’ll go. And now it’s like Lloyd can’t restrain himself – how can he when there’s a five-course fucking meal about two inches away from him? All quivering and wet and untouched?
Quickly, he shoves your hand and panties off his dick, replacing it with his own as he brings his dick up to your wet folds. And you suck in a breath when his tip glides against your slit, up and down, making shivers run up and down your lower body, and you jolt upwards to create more friction.
“Ah– daddy, that feels funny!”
Lloyd’s no longer in the mood to humour you, it’s like he’s reached his quota of niceness for the day and now he just wants to get his fucking dick wet with virgin pussy. The thought makes him salivate – he hasn’t had a virgin since his days at Harvard, and never one as sweet and naïve as you.
“Shut up,” He breathes, leaning down till his chest is flush against your breasts, one hand easily trapping both your wrists above your head. He aims the tip of his dick against your clit, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and loving how you gasp. God, virgins were just too easily excitable.
“Oh, daddy! D-Do that again, maybe?”
That makes Lloyd bark out a laugh. “Naughty baby, you’re meant to be helping daddy out, not giving me demands.”
You hang your head in shame, “S-Sorry, daddy. I just can’t h-help it sometimes! My princess parts feel so tingly. J-Just wanna touch more– ah!” Something feral takes over you, and you reach down to grab his dick, positioning it in front of your leaking hole as if you really can’t help yourself.
Lloyd almost busts a nut right then and there, but he has enough willpower to smack your hand away, laughing when you pout and begin to cry.
“Don’t know what’s happening to me, daddy! Wanna feel you more! Feels like I’ll die if I don’t!”
He loves how prettily you cry, how you want to say you’re turned on but you can’t find the words to explain how you’re feeling. The tears welling in your eyes make him even harder and your soft cries are music to his ears.
“You ready to end daddy’s pain now, sunshine?” He asks you, leaning over you and a strand of his perfectly styled hair breaks free, brushing against your forehead. And oh my gosh, if he isn’t the most handsome man you’ve seen in the whole world! Like the heroes in the movies, or in those romance novels your mother is always reading.
“I’m ready, daddy!” You confirm, unknowingly bucking your hips upwards to meet his hard dick. But when he pushes his dick inside your hole, you gasp and push at his chest almost immediately. “D-Daddy, this is… this is sex. We’re gonna have sex?”
Lloyd really can’t believe how dumb you truly are, he gazes at you incredulously, and you bite your lip again.
“You said you would help me, sunshine. You can’t go back on your word now.”
“I’m not! I’m not!” You swear, “It’s just… I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married. But I really want to, daddy. I wanna help you and I wanna have sex with you – I just don’t want my parents to be mad!”
Lloyd’s bored now. In fact, he’d grown bored a good five minutes ago. Maybe he could tell the guards outside to get him some ductape so he can shut your fucking mouth once and for all while he has his way with you. Or he could drug you. But then he wouldn’t be able to hear your pretty gasps and cries when he finally pops your cherry.
Decisions, decisions.
“Look, honey. I’m gonna fuck you now – whether you like it or not.” Lloyd gets straight to the point, “So unless it’s to moan and beg for my dick, I’d suggest you shut your fucking mouth.”
You pout – why is he being so mean? Isn’t Lloyd meant to be nice and caring like how he said all daddies are? You decide it’s probably because he’s in pain. Oh! His pain! You’d completely forgotten that you were doing this to help ease his pain, and you mentally kick yourself for being so selfish.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” You say pitifully, but Lloyd’s too busy fondling your breasts, leaning down to lick around your nipple before taking the hard nub into his mouth and giving it a noisy suck. And the simple action has you squealing in pleasure and excitement before he stops and gives you a wolfish grin.
“Okay, sunshine. I’m in a good mood so we’ll take this nice and slow, okay?” You nod happily and he continues, “I want you to count up till five. Can you do that, honey? Can your little baby brain count up till five?”
“Y-Yes.” You squeak, “One, two, thr– OW, OH MY, AH, AH, AH! DADDY!”
Lloyd doesn’t give a shit if he’s being cruel, but he’s not about to ease his dick into you when your drippy, tight cunt is right there in front of him. Which is why, in one hard and unforgiving thrust, his pistons his fat dick into your virgin pussy, ignoring the tightness that tries to squeeze him back out.
“God fucking damn,” He grunts, because your tight walls are squeezing him like a vice, “Goddamn this fucking baby cunt, fuck!”
And you’re crying and crying, chest heaving and limbs flailing at the intrusion. He’s so big, so, so, so big. How has he managed to fit inside of you? It’s the worst pain imaginable – and it’s indescribable how full you feel. So full of Lloyd’s girthy, fat dick – the only dick you’ve seen, the only dick that’s ever been inside of you.
“Hurts!” You cry, “Hurts so bad!”
Lloyd couldn’t give less of a shit if it hurts for you – because it feels fucking amazing for him. But seeing your eyes scrunched shut and tears dripping down your cheeks, he can’t help but lick up your face, gathering the salty tears on his tongue and groaning with pleasure as he bottoms out inside of you.
“Open those eyes, sunshine.” He says softly against your lips, “Open those eyes and cry harder for me. Like a fuckin’ baby. Daddy loves that shit.”
“Y-You said… You said…” You choke back tears, tiny hands gripping at his bulging biceps, and Lloyd can’t help but laugh at your broken voice, “You said to count till f-five!”
“I did? Oh, sunshine, I guess I lied.” Lloyd’s barely even paying attention to you, his gaze shifting down to where you two meet. He pulls his dick out of you slowly, savouring your tightness and moaning internally when he sees his dick coated in your cream and your virgin blood. Fuck, if that ain’t the prettiest thing he’s ever seen…
“Not nice!” You sob harder, bracing yourself when he pushes back into you. And it hurts all over again, you just can’t wrap your head around how big he is, “Ah, why are you be-being so mean?”
Lloyd doesn’t bother answering your dumb question, instead grinding his hips down before pulling out and slamming back in. Grabbing your thigh, he pins it above his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck you. And he thanks his lucky stars that he didn’t use a condom, because fucking your baby cunt bare is nothing short of heavenly.
And he’s not completely opposed to the idea of knocking you up either.
“My dumb little baby,” Lloyd coos, cupping your face in his hands, “How does it feel to finally get fucked? I bet your old dad would be so proud of you, huh? Fucking his worst enemy because you think I’m gonna let you go after this.”
You shake your head, focusing on Lloyd’s navy eyes that are both so beautiful and so cruel. His pale skin smattered with scars from old battles, his strong, bumped nose and full pink lips. His moustache that tickles your face when he leans down over you.
“Daddy,” you cry out softly, dull thrill rippling throughout your body as he continues to thrust into you, the tip of his dick hitting a certain part inside you that has you gasping with pleasure. “Oh, daddy, still hurts but… f-feels all tingly again!”
“I’ll bet it fucking does,” He growls, picking up his pace and going into full jackhammer mode, wanting to see your cunt all messy and ruined, suddenly wanting to wreck you and ruin you for anyone else. Not that there was going to be anyone else getting between your legs. “Baby, say this is daddy’s pussy.”
“Th-This is daddy’s pussy!” You cry, all thoughts quickly leaving your mind except for Lloyd – his arms, his body, his dick, him. “Nngh, ugh! Daddy!”
There’s this pressure building up inside your lower belly, and every time his dick hits that spot inside you, the pressure mounts up further. You gasp when Lloyd forces your mouth open, spitting on your panting tongue and smirking when you look up at him in fear mixed with lust, his saliva sitting pretty inside your mouth.
“Swallow it.”
You do as he orders you, completely submissive and slowly going dumb for him. God, it’s the prettiest sight in the world, you being so docile even when he’s fucking you so roughly despite it being your first time.
“Tell me you love my spit. Ask daddy to spit in your mouth again.” Lloyd grunts out over the lewd sound of his balls slapping against you with each hard thrust.
“L-Love your spit, please spit in my mouth again, daddy!” You beg him, and God, you sound so needy. Lloyd reaches out to pat your cheek, loving when your head lolls to the side. You’re gone. Fucked completely dumb and he’s barely even started.
Using his thumb and forefinger to pry your drooling mouth open, he once again spits, and then again. The first lands straight in your mouth again and you swallow like an obedient baby. The next glob of saliva lands on your cheek, and God, you look so messy. So messy and slutty yet innocent at the same time. Fuck. Lloyd wants to devour you.
Hand slipping down, he swats your ass once, twice, three times. The harsh smacking jolts you back into reality, and now you’re screaming in earnest. Your little princess bed is rickety underneath you, the headboard banging noisily against the wall as Lloyd fucks the living daylights out of you. Your pleasure is building up with each slam of his dick, his tip hitting your cervix and making you cry out his name needily.
“Yes, baby, give daddy your cream,” Lloyd finds himself coaxing you, his fingers wrapping around your pretty little throat and loving how you squeeze around his dick when he does that, “Mm, you’re a fuckin’ depraved little baby, aren’t you? You like it when daddy chokes you, huh?”
You let out incoherent gurgles and pleas, humping upwards to meet his thrusts as your eyes slowly begin to roll to the back of your head. “L-Like it, daddy! Don’t know – ah – don’t know why, but I like it – OOH, DADDY! FEELS TINGLY, FEELS SO – AH!”
Lloyd loves the look of pure bliss and confusion on your face when you clench around him and give him your first ever orgasm. He really loves the power trip that comes with the fact that he’s given you your first ever feeling of such intense pleasure, and you’ve squirted around his dick. He pins your hips down as your limbs flail uncontrollably, fresh tears in your eyes and moaning like a broken record player: “oh, daddy, daddy, daddy!”
“God, so fuckin’ tight, sweet baby,” Lloyd hisses, feeling his balls tighten, “Squeezing daddy so good, aren’t you? God, I love your fuckin’ baby cunt and how it swallows daddy’s fat dick. Little fuckin’ virgin cunt all messy and ruined, fuck! Make a mess on my dick, you little cry baby. Fuck!”
One hand gripping his bicep and the other fisting the pink satin sheets underneath you, you come undone in what is the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had. It’s also the only orgasm you’ve ever had, and you scream so loud, his name on the tip of your tongue, “Oh, daddy! Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!”
“Not God, you dumb baby, just me.” Lloyd slaps your breast before squeezing it hard. With an almighty grunt, he releases inside of you. Filling you with his hot, searing cum, ropes and ropes of it, so thick and making you feel so full. You feel it inside your very depths, claiming you, making his mark on your body.
With a shudder, he collapses on top of your weak body, and you’re so frail and spent, breathing hard and eyes glassy like you’re about to pass out. You can’t even form a single thought, all you can feel is your body shaking from the remnants of your powerful orgasm, and Lloyd’s cum which doesn’t even fit inside you, dripping out lewdly from your used fuckholes and onto your princess sheets.
“My baby, all mine,” Lloyd croons, kissing up your neck and pecking your lips, “Can’t believe how easy it was to pop your cherry.”
You blink, completely dazed and unable to form any words, just gaping up at him and trying your hardest not to black out. His sweet kisses trail up your cheek, gathering your tears along the way.
“And you know the best part, sunshine?” Your captor sings, cupping your cheek with his calloused hand, “I’m never letting you go. And guess what? Your douche of a dad is downstairs. In fact, you can say hi to him because the camera’s right there.” Lloyd twists his body slightly and points up at the red light above the dresser.
You feel your blood run cold, but you’re still too fucked out to form a sentence, “Wh-What–”
“He’s been watching us, baby.” Lloyd says proudly, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger and making you forcibly look at the camera, “Bet you didn’t think your first time would be livestreamed, did you, sunshine? Bet your dad sang like a canary once he saw his worst enemy fucking his daughter while he sits downstairs, handcuffed to a chair and completely helpless.”
Tears stream down your cheeks, but your legs are still shaking from your orgasm, and you don’t have the energy to push him off you, “H-How could you?” You cringe away from the damning red light of the camera.
“Because I can.” Lloyd answers simply, “But don’t worry, baby. It wasn’t all business. Your tight little baby cunt is something I could get used to. I think I’m gonna keep you, once I’ve questioned your dad and gotten rid of him, of course.”
He covers your face in kisses, his moustache scratching your sensitive, tear-stained cheeks as you lie underneath him, stoic and shocked.
“What do you say, sunshine? Ready to be your new daddy’s little girl?”
THE END! What do you guys think? I wrote this all today because I was rewatching some The Gray Man scenes and got super inspired! Please, please, please, feedback is so important so do tell me what you think! Please share with anyone you think might enjoy this, and any Lloyd enthusiasts! Reblogs means the world to writers, so please reblog and share! THANK YOU! ILY!
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Desperate times call for desperate measures
Summary: You leave your small twins with Dazai and Chuuya and hope the two of them can manage their fatherly-duties while you take an hour of much needed ‘me time’. Scratch that, you just needed long enough to take a shower in order to feel human again before going back to being a mom.
Pairing: Dazai x Chuuya xfem! Reader
Inspired by Sweetober prompt 8: Napping together
Warning: Cursing, hints at depression/ postpartum depression, New parents/exhausted parents.
Enjoy~
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You were going to kill Chuuya.
No, you decided as you paced back and forth around the house, rocking the fussing twins in your arms. You were going to kill Mori for dragging your Chuuya out of his parental leave to deal with whatever shit Dazai had gotten himself into. You had thought the suicidal maniac of a lover would have gotten more efficient on missions- or at the very least more considerate. Nope. Still, somehow, if one part of twin dark was sent on a mission, he’d get in sufficient shit to need the second one's assistance.
Responsible adults, your ass.
You sighed as the wailing continued with no amount of rocking, hushing, singing and pacing doing much to ease the tears. You were also silently cursing Chuuya for getting you pregnant with twins, why couldn’t it have been one to start with? Though you admitted as you looked down at the two crying balls of ginger, they were adorably cute; both took after their father in appearance,inheriting Chuuyas ginger hair and stunning blue eyes. With the only seeming resemblance to you being in their chins and petit nose.
You definitely picked the short straw you mused bitterly as another loud cry made your ears ring.
The ginger haired girl was crying and waving her doll around every now and then, getting it tangled in your hair or hitting you on the head with it with a surprising amount of strength. Her twin, an almost identical copy of her with slightly fluffier hair and larger eyes, was just gripping onto you and crying. He wasn’t wailing as loudly as his sister but the teardrops that rolled down his cheeks were larger, almost comical.
There was no doubt in your mind that they were setting each other off. And all this mess because you got distracted and missed nap time.
God you could feel yourself reaching your limit. What you’d give for just a little bit of time to yourself- a few hours was all you asked for. Something you hadn’t seen much of- if any after giving birth. As soon as the twins were born you got to spend a month in the hospital recovering before you and the babies were allowed home. Then it went downhill from there. First the wonderful nanny that you had picked out had to leave your services. The agency you hired her through was quick to send a replacement, but that woman got killed in an unfortunate plane crash. Getting another replacement was proving more challenging. Then almost directly after, despite being barely at home Dazai pulled from parental leave due to ‘emergencies’; first several back-to-back abroad missions where he’d only come home for a few days tops and then his last one for which he left over two months ago. You had Chuuya but even he had to go back into the office several times a week.In the best case. If that wasn’t making your existence miserable, suddenly Dazai needed backup out of the blue, forcing Chuuya to leave without warning in the middle of the night.
For the last two months you were completely alone.
You had to do everything; from childcare to household chores, to different parenting classes and doctors visits with the two. In the evenings after putting them to bed you’d be sitting and going through reports and reviewing mission statements to keep your lovers workload manageable and the department not at a standstill. It became your job to ensure subordinates were still sent out on missions and nothing critical, that couldn’t wait until their return, got missed. Then you’d get a little cleaning and food prep done, shower if you managed to do that before the babies woke up for their nightly feedings. When you’d crawl into bed you’d shut your eyes for twenty minutes at a time, plagued by nightmares of your partners drying and being a failure as a mother. When you’d finally calm your demons, the twins would get hungry again so you’d be up to warm the bottle for them before changing them and rocking them back to sleep. Sometimes you’d fall asleep right on the soft carpeted floor with both of them cuddling to your chest, sleeping a few hours longer than in their own beds.
Those mornings were your salvation.
You let out a loud groan, looking up at the ceiling as you felt tears sting your eyes. You didn’t know if children were meant to scream and cry so much. You didn’t know if you were doing this right or wrong. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do. You just wanted them to be healthy and happy- why couldn’t you do that? You brought them closer to your chest and pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads. “ Mama’s trying her hardest” you muttered as you continued to rock them “Mama would really really need a helping hand though.”
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It seemed gods took pity on you just this once.
You nearly broke down crying or screamed out in joy when you heard the car pulling up to your driveway. Then silence before a key pushed into the lock followed by the door swinging opened.
“ Sweetheart we’re back!” Chuuya yelled as he kicked off his shoes. You heard Dazai’s voice muttering something to him, the bickering overshadowed by the twins' cries. You made quick way towards the hallway. The moment Chuuya and Dazai came into sight, new screams filled the house; excited cries of “ Dada” and “ papa” which bounced off the walls, a bitter reminder that you children were never this excited to see you.
You could see Chuuya chuckling, a bright expression on his face full of love and happiness. He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by the yelling- if anything it seemed to fill him with contagious happy energy and an eagerness to get his damned coat off so he could come to the children. Dazai, dressed in completely white attire, which resembled something between a prison uniform and the dresscode of asylum patients seemed less happy about the screaming. But even he had a smile playing on his lips as he hurried towards you at the same time as Chuuya, who had given up on hanging his coat and just threw it on the ground. The two were practically tripping over each other, with each ‘papa’ and ‘dad’ cry getting more and more eager to get to you, limbs frailing; hands, arms and snappy remarks at each others inability to get out of the others way.
Finally they seemed to remember how to walk and the bottleneck in your hallway was replaced by two adult men rushing towards you.
“ How are my loves?” Chuuya cheered looking far too happy as he hurried pressed a kiss to your children's heads. First the boy then the girl. Dazai did the same in the opposite order, both ignoring you and your puckered lips.
For a second a pang of jealousy hit your heart. You hadn’t seen your partners in over two months and before greeting you, their attention was on the children. Picture perfect fathers. Shitty lovers. And the second the thought entered your head you felt your heart drop to your stomach with guilt. In what sane world was a mother jealous of the attention her babies were getting? You should be happy and proud that both of your partners- not only the biological father- cared so deeply for the balls of joy you created. Though, you added almost bitterly, right now these two brought you anything but joy.
“ Here” you stated in a slightly bitter tone as you pawned over one kid per partner “ Do everyone a favour and act like fathers for longer than 30 seconds. I need some ‘me- time’ before I murder someone”
Chuuya and Dazai shared a look of bewilderment between each other as you stepped away from them. They had expected kisses, hugs and a warm dinner but got a kid each and a blank stare in return. Dazai stared at your retreating form with agap mouth for a moment before he stretched the little girl towards Chuuya; “ Here Chuuya be a good dad, me and Y/N have some catching up to do.”
You pretended to ignore what he said, the same way he ignored your comment about ‘me time’. Though you wondered if you should at the very least make them dinner before taking out that ‘me time’ moment.
“ Heeh stop being so bitter and just hold her, Mackerel.” Chuuya snapped trying to get the boy to settle in his arms “if your swimmers could actually swim they’d be your kids”
“ Don’t be such a slug about it” Dazai declared as he turned his attention away from Chuuya as the boy began sobbing again making Chuuya curse before attempting to pacify him. Zero attention to either Dazai or the girl in his arms.
In the process the girl-child who had just settled down, amusing herself by pulling on strands of Dazai’s grown out hair, turned her attention away from him and towards her crying brother. Seeing him cry, her eyes began to water.
In seconds Dazai’s attention was back to you; “ Ohh Belladonna you’d not be so cruel as to demand your newly returned partner whom you haven’t seen for months to be a father without sleep or proper meal “ Despite his dramatic words he shifted the girl to his other arm so her back was to her brother and began rocking her more quickly. His second hand was trying to keep her attention on the doll she had abandoned in favour of his hair. The very doll she had been hitting you with not even ten minutes earlier. Scratch your earlier thoughts. They were adults and older than you- they knew how to order in or warm up leftovers!
You sighed heavily before you went towards the kitchen and the fridge. “ Then you boys are in agreement that we stop at two right?” You questioned when you returned with a cold rattle for the boy. He was quick to grasp it in his hands before beginning to chew on it. The relief it brought was sufficient to stop the tears.
For now.
When you got no reply, you motioned between the two of them and then to the children in their arms. If you weren’t so tired you’d have laughed at the look of horror drawing of Dazai’s face as he realized you were serious, and then the very hurt expression at the mere idea of not having any children of his own with you. That look melted a piece of ice around your heart. “ Or can you manage to look after them for an hour while I take a shower in peace?”
Your lovers nodded eagerly, both giving you a salute before shuffling off towards the baby proofed living room with toys, a playpen and floor covered in soft playmats. Your eyes lingered long enough until they were out of sight before you headed upstairs to your bedroom. Once there you dragged yourself towards the chair by your make up table which had a thin layer of dust over your make up palettes. Serving as a bitter reminder of just how ‘much’ time you dedicated towards yourself in the past months. The thought plastered a bitter smirk on your face; no wonder you didn’t get as much as a kiss-hello from either Dazai or Chuuya.
You dropped in the chair with a heavy sigh and buried your head in your hands. You didn’t understand what was wrong with you. You didn’t understand where you were making mistakes; how could other mafia women manage to do so much more? More time with children, more work, more chores- many would even visit headquarters to spend lunch with their husbands.
Husbands- the word brought a bitter taste to your mouth. How long have you three been together already? How many milestones have you celebrated? Missions, promotions, twins. Plans for extending the family with at least one more kid- Dazai’s. And still your ring finger remained bare. In fact after the icy greeting today you doubted your relationship would ever move anywhere positive from this standstill.
You heard steps outside your bedroom, irritated and heavy before the door to your bedroom swung open with Dazai’s usual dramatic appearance “ Ahh my sweet Belladonna my heart-”
You didn’t need to turn around to know the look he was wearing.” One hour” you stated “ Or no more kids. Your choice”
The door closed as quickly as it had opened.
The peaceful silence didn’t last for long. Though you didn’t know how long you were sitting in your thoughts, salvaging a moment of being alone, you knew it couldn’t have been longer than five minutes before you were interrupted again. This time the footsteps outside your door were calmer and more confident. Their owner opened the door very gently. You closed your eyes biting back the frustration as you heard Chuuya’s half hesitant whisper “Sweetheart..”
“ What is it, Chuuya?” You still didn’t have it in you to face him.
“ If you want to soak in the bath, it's ready any minute now” You nodded, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so cold to him. Especially when he went out of his way to do something nice for you. “ Also, do you know where the nursing bottles are?”
There it was.
“ There are some prepared bottles in the fridge; just place them in boiling water for a few seconds until they’re body temperature. Not too hot.” You rubbed your temple as you spoke, fighting off the want to cry and scream much like the children downstairs. These were things he as their father was supposed to know. Or at least be able to figure it out on his own. He could lead an entire faction on his own, why couldn’t he handle a baby or two?
After your reply you heard Chuuya linger in the doorway for a few moments. You pictured him opening and closing his mouth, hesitating as he thought over what to do. A hopefully side of you hoped he’d come in and wrap his arms around you and just hold. Just fucking hold you for a moment without the children being present. Then another cry from downstairs and he was gone; the door shutting quietly behind himself.
You waited for a moment, gathering your strengths before leaving the safety of your room, rushing quietly through the small hallway, trying not to waver at the sound of the children's cries. Once in the bathroom you closed and locked the door before leaning your back against it. Why did no one tell you that when you’d become a mother you’d become so alone while constantly surrounded by others?
Shaking your head you stripped before climbing into the baths. You let out a low moan as the feeling of bath salts soothed your skin. Then salvaged the moment of humanity as you dipped your head underwater with the realization you didn’t need to watch anyone while you washed. Then you reached for the shaving blade and shaving cream, getting rid of the hair on your body that annoyed you more than you’d ever wish to admit.
When you got out of the bathtub and showered off, you felt human. Like a sliver of being a woman was returned to you. Dressing in clean clothes only reinforce that. Now then you were feeling more ready to tackle the rest of this cursed day.
Coming out of the bathroom you noticed how quiet it was. The silence filled you with dread; anyone with children knew that the only time they were quiet was either when something was wrong or they were up to something, while anyone acquainted with Dazai and Chuuya were very aware that the two together were constantly either bickering or yapping.
Silence like this filled you with dread.
Throwing your dirty laundry carelessly to the side you rushed downstairs, heart in your throat. When you made it down the stairs you stopped, shocked as the sound of snores reached your ears. More carefully you made your way towards the livingroom being cautious to remain light on your feet.
Once there you leaned against the wall, your eyes falling on the heartwarming sight before you. All four of them were on the soft playmat. Chuuya was lying stretched out on his back on his coat, an arm dropped over his eyes and loud snores resonating around the room. On his chest lay your daughter with his hat covering her head from the light. His hand was on her body keeping her close to himself. Dazai was lying curled up into a ball on his side, beside Chuuya. His messy head on his thigh. Your son laying in his arms, held close to himself through a make-ship baby-carry out of his bandages. Although he wasn’t snoring you could tell he was fast asleep by the rise and fall of his shoulders.
Going over to the couch you picked up the warm covers before gently placing it over them. You saw Dazai stir, a sleepy eye opening just long enough to register that you weren’t a threat then he shifted slightly, creating a space between him and Chuuya for you. “ Don’t be a stranger Belladonna” he whispered as he beckoned you to lay down between them.
Once you did, he wrapped one arm around you, the second one still holding your son in place, before he buried his face in your hair. He took a deep breath in and out, his hand finding yours and squeezing it once before interlocking your fingers together. “ I’ve missed you” he muttered, his eyes sliding shut in tiredness “ Lets rest now and when we wake up I wanna give you a proper greeting Bella”
Before you could answer he was fast asleep. Which was probably good because it saved you the embarrassment of explaining why his one sentence brought you to tears.
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Author note: Craving part 2?
Check out We need to talk for the sweeter version, and Happy Unhappy home! For more angst.
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Time flies
Sully family x child reader part 2
Part one- Eywas mystery
The years following when the sully’s took you in up until the time when you had to leave to go to the Metkayina clan
~ age- 8 ~
Neytiri was teaching you how weave along with Kiri. It had been two years since Jake and Neytiri had found you. You had started calling the two your mom and dad with ease
“Mama can you help me please” you called out to Neytiri, your hands were stuck in the rope you were trying to weave into a net. Neytiri took one look at you and chuckled slightly
“come here little one” you kinda waddled her way trying not to trip on the longer pieces that were hitting your legs. Neytiri carefully unwrapped your hands and showed you the weave process again. This time she helped you more so you didn’t get your hands stuck again. Soon you had a simple, but effective net which you proudly showed Kiri
“Look I finished mine” your voice said happily showing your sister the next
“I finished mine too, I made a basket” Kiri said as she smiled
“We should use it to collect flowers Kiri!” She nodded so the two of you kissed your mom on the cheek and ran off into the flower field near by
~ age-12~
Neteyam , Lo’ak, Kiri and you were standing at the edge of the Hallelujah mountain
“It’s time to for you four to tame an Ikran” Jake said smiling
“Dad what if we fall” you say looking down and gulping. Jake pats your back softly “then I’ll swoop down and catch you, now go on you four”
Kiri is the first one to bond with an Ikran. She didn’t do it in the normal way though, she kind of befriended it?
Next was Neteyam, he tamed one quickly and efficiently. Within a few minutes he was flying around on his Ikran with ease
Lo’ak got thrown around a lot by the Ikran, he almost fell off when the Ikran flew down the mountain but he was able to connect his queue at the last minute
Finally it was your turn, the Ikran you had decided to try to tame was blue with streaks of purple. When you tried to get close she snapped at you ready to bite if you got too close, you had to admit that you were intimidated by the flying creature.
“Well here goes nothing” you said jumping on the ikrans back as she turned around.
The Ikran screeched and tried to throw you off as it flew into the air. Your hands struggled trying to grab your queue while still holding on to the creature. From the ground Jake was on his Ikran ready to grab you incase anyone happened and you fell off.
Finally you grabbed your queue and connected it with the ikrans. After a few minutes the blue and purple Ikran stopped thrashing and began to fly normally. You fly down to where your dad and your siblings were.
“You did great Y/N, but don’t scare me like that again” Neteyam said concerned about the fact that you could’ve plummeted to your death
“Don’t worry brother dad would never have let that happen plus Y/N way too good for that” Lo’ak said high fiving you
“Yeah she did much better then you two idiots” Kiri said as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder
Jake congratulated the four of you for doing so well. The five of you flew back to Neytiri and Tuk to share the accomplishments
~age-14~
The RDA was back on pandora and Quatrich, your dads old enemy, was back as an avatar. Right now because of your brother Lo’aks stupid need to see an old battle field him, Kiri, Tuk, Spider, and you were all being held hostage by Quatrich and his goons.
“Show me your hands girl” Quatrich said in very broken Na’vi, his goons had a gun to almost everyone’s head except Tuk who had a knife to her throat
You flipped Quatrich off as a way to show your five finger which made him roll his eyes. He had taken Lo’ak communication device a hours ago and had given your father instructions for giving himself up in exchange for you and your sibling. Suddenly you could hear your mothers signal, to anybody else it would just be interpreted as another sound of the pandorean jungle but to the sully kids it meant that their mother was near and ready to rescue them. Finally an opportunity to strike arises and Neytiri shots the guy holding Kiri with an arrow. Neytiri, Jake and Neteyam all spring into action. You, Tuk and Lo’ak bite the hands of your captors managing to distract them enough so that you could get away. Shots rang in the air and one of the avatars had Kiri but not for long as neytiri fired another arrow that landed straight into his chest. Neteyam almost gets shot while trying to rescue you guys but in the end all of the sully’s come out with minor injuries
“Where’s Spider?” Kiri’s voice trembled. At that moment everyone realizes that the human boy had been taken
“I’m so sorry kids, but I don’t think we can rescue him” Jake says, it hurt to see his children’s reaction more than losing Spider
That night you could hear your parents argue about what happened and how your dad just wanted to keep your family safe and the safety of the clan… which meant having to move, the RDA only cared about him and his family so if your family disappeared then both the family and the clan would be safe. You ran out of the hut, much to your parent’s surprise because they thought you and your siblings were asleep.
You sat outside of your home upset by your fathers words. You could feel someone sit down next to you
“I’m so sorry baby girl” Jake said wrapping his arm around you, you sob leaning in to your fathers embrace
“I don’t wanna leave dad, this is our home it’s not fair” your voice trembles
“I know baby, buts it’s for safety” Jake says looking black to see the rest of your family outside.
“You know what your father says, right kids” your mom says with a solemn expression
“Sully’s stick together” the sully kids say unenthusiastically
“Come on with attitude, I know you guys don’t want to leave but it needs to happen” Jake says hugging Tuk who was about to cry
The next day your father gave up his title of Olo’eyktan to Tarsem who sadly accepted. The entire clan was sad to see your family leave but they understood why you all had to leave
Everyone got on their Ikran, Tuk going with your mom, it took a few days to get to the Metkayina clan. When the sully’s landed they were surrounded by Metkayina, your father telling all of you to behave as some of the younger boys giving the family wary glares
“Look what is that? Is it supposed to be a tail” one of the metkayina boys says talking about Neteyam making some other metkayina laugh
You see Lo’ak entranced by a a girl walking out of the water and you just roll your eyes
“It’s too small how are they supposed to swim” the same boys say referring to your tail
“Do not Ao’nung Rotxo” the girl says, Lo’ak says hi to her and she smiles and looks away shyly
soon their Olo’eyktan (tonowari) came out of the water walking through the crowd to your family
“I see you Tonowari” your father says bowing slightly the rest of the family following his example
“Jake sully” Toniwari says as he acknowledges your family
Soon the tsahik came through the crowd her expression cold
“I see you, Ronal Tsahik of the metkayina” your father voice rang
“I see you Ronal” says Neytiri
“Why do you come to us Jake Sully” says Tonowari curious as to why forest people would come to their home near the ocean
“We seek uturu…” Jake says making the Metkayina gasp
“Uturu?” Ronal says surprised by your father statement
“…a sanctuary for my family” your father continues. Ronal walks forward after exchanging looks with her mate
“We are reef people. You are forest people. Your skills mean nothing here” the Olo’eyktan said as Ronal continues to circle your family
“So we will learn your ways, right” Jake said the last part directed towards his family
Ronal grabs your mothers tail and then Tuks arms
“Their arms are thin…” Ronal says walking and grabbing Kiris tail “…their tails are weak. You will be slow in the water”. Then she grabs hands hands raising them in the air
“These children are not even true Na’vi” she states as the Metkayina gasp
“Yes we are” you say upset. But she doesn’t care and just goes to grab Lo’aks hand and raises it to show his five fingers
“They have demon blood!” The tsahik claim immediately making the rest of the Metkayina more hostile towards your family. God how your blood was boiling at this point. You hadn’t done anything to this woman and she already didn’t like you and your family
“Look! Look” your father shows his hands “I was born to the sky people and now I’m Na’vi. You can adapt” he says turning back to Tonowari
“We can adapt” Jake says almost desperately
“My husband was Toruk Makto. He lead the clans to victory against the sky people” says Neytiri in an harsh tone as she looks at Tonowari.
“This you call victory? Hiding among strangers…” your mother looks down “…it seems Eywa has turned her back on you chosen” your mom hisses and Ronal retribution with a hiss of her own, you could see that the two were ready to fight at any second.
Jake cuts in between the two women apologizing for your mothers behavior claiming that the journey has made her tired and easily irritable and Tonowari changes the subject
“Toruk Makto is a a Great War leader. All Na’vi people know his story. But we Metkayina are not at war…” he turns to your father “… we cannot let you bring your war here” Toniwari says
“Look I’m done with war, okay? I just wanna keep my family safe” your father says holding Tuk
“Uturu has been asked” your mother says harshly
The Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik exchange looks before Ronal nods slightly
“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. But they do not know the sea. So, they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not know the shame of being useless” you could see your fathers relief as Tonowari said these words. The family thanked him and he explained that his children Ao’nung and Tsireya will you and your sibling their ways. The boy Ao’nung had obvious protest but was shut down by his father and the Tsireya just smiled and showed your family around. The next few weeks we’re going to be hard.
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There WILL be a part three focusing on your time with the metkayina clan so pls don’t comment saying it’s a cliffhanger. Anyways hoped you enjoyed :)
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Part 3: Learning their ways
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People do not appreciate Max's thighs enough so Max x male reader where reader just appreciates his thighs 🙏 maybe suggestive? Tysm 😭
You look good MV1
Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!
Summary: Getting to know Max a little... better
Reader: Male
Warnings: Suggestive
Now playing: 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana del Rey
AN: ANON YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT. I've been thinking about his thighs so much lately istg. Like they are so meaty i just wanna bite into them. Thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy!
You’ve been ogling him for the whole evening, little did you know that Max was well aware of that. Currently, you were enjoying some margheritas on a sleek, white yacht in Monaco. The night settled in; you didn’t know what time it was though. Originally you had arrived with a small group of friends, but by now all of them either left with a man or were currently emptying their stomachs over the rim of the toilet bowl.
You were part of Redbull’s PR team, so you’ve gotten to know Max and Checo a while ago. Though you worked more with the editing of videos and social media posts than actually talking to the two drivers. From time to time, you all shared a hello or a goodbye, but nothing more.
But this evening was different. After Christian had urged you to relax, so you took a couple days off. This was also when you saw that Charles Leclerc would be hosting a yacht party. ‘perfect’, you thought. This was your chance to let loose and maybe meet some new people.
Not a new person, but Max Verstappen himself came up to you. He signaled the bartender to bring you two drinks, while keeping his eyes on you. His smile was sweet, but something playful glinted in his eyes.
“You look really nice.”, it was a simple, direct compliment, but it was the way he said it and the look he had in his blue eyes. His smile was as sweet as honey, and he looked at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. You felt a warm feeling flush over your face and your heart skipped a beat. Thank you, you too though.”, feeling a bit nervous you began playing with the hem of your satin dress shirt. “This might be sudden – but I want to get to know you.”, he stated it so bluntly, but after all it suited the type of person he was. Your eyes widened lightly as the meaning of his words kicked in. Though shortly after a shy smile made its way to your lips, before you took a swig of your drink. “Me too.” Max was enjoying seeing you all flustered and smiley. He slid a careful hand onto your thigh, though stopping his movement a bit above you knee. His eyes met yours, as if asking for permission. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting, but suddenly he was glowing in golden hues and everything around you two became a blurry mess.
A string of curses left Max’s form as he tried swiping his card key. His posture was a bit wobbly, and his skin felt like it was burning. Your hands roamed his chest as you kissed along his neck, sucking, and nipping occasionally. Finally, a quiet beep erupted from the lock and Max let out a grateful sigh. He pulled you inside, closing the door and slamming you right against it in quick motion. While groaning lightly, your hands found the buttons on his shirt, tugging at them and opening them one by one. Max was also working away at opening your shirt and pants. His tipsiness didn’t stop him from undressing you surprisingly fast though.
But this night wasn’t going to go the way he intended, no. The room was dimly lit by a lamp on the nightstand, you could barely see enough. With a mischievous smile, you pushed him backwards with your hand on his chest. He obediently backed up until the back of his legs hit the bed. After giving him a sweet peck, you pushed him onto the bed. His eyes widened lightly as he fell, but soon after hitting the mattress, he propped himself up with his elbows while a slight smirk played across his face. The night was clear, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. The stars sparkled and shimmered while the moon watched over them. You crawled onto the mattress, caressing Max’s legs and thighs.
One last look into his eyes and you began kissing the inside of his right thigh while massaging the other one with your hand. A desperate sigh escaped the man under you, he now threw his head back while panting with passion and anticipation. His skin reddened quickly as you sucked and bit it. One of your hands reached up, lacing your fingers with his. His thighs were littered with love bites and sweet bruises. Your teasing had Max seeing stars, just like the ones outside in the nights sky.
His hand found its way into your fluffy hair, tugging on it as he whined desperately.
You chuckled darkly, “Use your words”
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Teach Me || Q.K
inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!
pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader
warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on, jesus Christ how did I fit all of this
word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content
Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.
playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado
You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.
"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you?
"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk.
Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve.
"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster." He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"
Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him.
You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"
When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present.
Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor.
You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly?
Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised.
He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it.
"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?"
"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."
You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.
As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone.
Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-
"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.
Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.
"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried.
"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."
"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?"
"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance.
"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."
Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in.
Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening.
He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far.
"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"
"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.
"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"
"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"
Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"
"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders.
"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters.
You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him.
"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."
He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine.
You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties.
“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.
You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving.
You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.
His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor.
“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes.
You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy.
As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth.
If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like.
You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out.
“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.”
Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm.
Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more.
You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together.
You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans.
Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out.
Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost.
You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more.
He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand.
“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.”
Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm.
A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean.
“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful.
“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.”
Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed.
“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.
You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart.
You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before.
Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth.
The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter.
Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot.
“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down.
Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim.
He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure.
It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive.
You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely.
He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air.
“Fuck, please!” He whines.
“Please what?”
“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking.
His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.
The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good.
Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it.
Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body.
“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt.
“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit.
Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.
He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him.
“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”
He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him.
“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!”
You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex.
You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be?
Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim.
With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach.
Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down.
When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos.
Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose.
You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent.
Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours.
By the time you woke up, the man was already gone.
True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone.
You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces.
Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun.
“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.”
Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red.
Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you.
The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh.
You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear.
“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”
a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!
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Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N. Anal / pegging M receiving, degradation, buggy is a needy mess, also a mention of buggy as "pretty boy." ;) All parties are consenting adults.
Word count: ~660
Reedy whimpers and breathy moans are muffled by crumpled blankets. You thrust into the pirate from behind, pressing him deeper into the mattress.
Buggy collapsed beneath your unrelenting pace long ago, succumbing to a carnal need to be fucked senseless. Gloved hands weakly paw at the bedding, the only pieces of constricting clothing making it ever harder for shaky hands to become fists. Preventing him from holding control of anything. The bed bounces his body slightly with each slam of your hips into his ass, a welcome assist to your fervid movements.
His muscles are manipulated by desire. Highs and lulls of burning tension and compliant softness occur with each step closer Buggy gets to release. He had given up moving his body to meet yours, unable to chase his climax as it got nearer and the stimulation became deliriously overwhelming. Instead, all thoughts are given to the feeling of being stretched and filled, of being used.
His body shudders. His cock twitches - trapped between his body and the damp sheets collecting his sweat and precum. His pitch changes, becoming more drawn out. Thoughtless.
“Are you going to come?” you goad, already knowing the answer.
Buggy nods, his affirmation overrun by a moan he can’t control.
“You’re going to make a fucking mess if you jizz now. You’re gonna come ah-all over the fucking sheets.” The last few words were carried by deep thrusts. “You don’t care, do you? What a filthy slut, you just wanna be fucked and m-make a mess, huh?”
Slowing down slightly, you focus on hitting deeper inside and letting him enjoy the drag against his tight ass while you taunt and tease.
“F-fuck you, shut up,” Buggy snaps, although it drifts out like a whine.
“Aw baby, you don’t mean that.” The mockingly saccharine response is accompanied by your hand brushing strands of blue hair from the pirate’s sweaty face. A gesture that’s followed by a fluttering lashes, a contented groan from his drooling mouth, and unseen twitching from his leaky cock. You briefly squeeze a handful of hair, a moment of pressure that sends waves of passion through his body.
“C’mon, do it. Come all over the bed like the n-needy, dirty, fucking mess you are. Show me how much you like being fucked senseless,” you coax.
The snarky, degrading words earn two subtle movements beneath you - a middle finger to serve as Buggy’s response, and a change in the angle of his hips to betray his enjoyment of your words and treatment.
You pick up the pace, eager to see Buggy unravel. And he does. It starts slow. Small. His breath quickens. Each sound is shallower than the previous one. His brows remain furrowed, yet move from false annoyance to hungry acceptance. His hands tremble. They claw at the bed, desperately seeking purchase before he drowns. His ass clenches, squeezing against you, against the hardness keeping him stretched. Failing to do anything except remind him of how deliciously powerless he is. Despite the slow start, the peak hits him suddenly.
“Oh f-fuck” Buggy chokes out, as his body flashes with heat, unable to keep the passion contained.
His cock spills cum, enthusiastic and delighted with each throb under his body. Buggy feels the hard warmth of his cock pressing against him, nearly thrashing in place as it fills the surrounding area with white hot cum. It's a lot. His fucked-out mind starts to drift, unable to process how long this orgasm takes or how much he’s releasing onto the bed.
You slow down as Buggy’s stilted moans turn into heavy panting. He shakes until you reach a pace that doesn’t overstimulate.
“Did you do it? Did you cream the fucking bed?”
He nods, eyes closed.
“You know we’re not done yet, right, pretty boy?”
Another nod. An eager nod.
“M-more please,” Buggy slurs against the bed. He grinds his hips, rutting his cock against his sticky cum and his ass against you. The pirate is insatiable and greedy, as he should be.
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𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓸𝔂 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
THIS IS AN OLD STORY I MADE YEARS AGO AND I WANTED TO SEE IF Y'ALL WOULD LIKE IT :) SO DON'T MIND IF THE GRAMMAR ISN'T GREAT. ALSO IF I MAKE THIS A SERIES IT WILL BE 18+.
You stepped onto the bus with butterflies in your stomach. Each year you were always nervous about coming back, the reason why is that you've had a crush on Draco Malfoy since first year. But of course… So did everyone else. Each year you would be nervous, hoping this year would be different. But as all the years before… Nothing has changed.
You walked through the train when you noticed Draco. You nervously walked past him and without you knowing Draco looked at you from head to toe. Blaise chuckled.
"Amused Blaise?" Draco spat and Blaise smirked. "Just bang her already. You've wanted to since the first year." Blaise says and Draco rolls his eyes. "Who?" Pansy says with jealously written all in her voice. "Y/N L/N." Blaise says. "Her family are muggles are they not?" Pansy says confused since Draco hates mudbloods. "Draco only wants to bang her so he's been sexually frustrated for six years because his pride and ego overpower his sexual desires," Blaise says with a laugh.
"Still though… Why her?" Pansy says and Draco clicks his tongue and glares at her. "Mind your business pugface," Draco says and Pansy frowns. "Just screw her already Draco. Who cares if she's a mudblood." Blaise says. "If my father found out I'll be dead," Draco says and Blaise rolls his eyes. "Then this should be the one thing you shouldn't snitch to your father about," Blaise says and Draco glares at him.
"If you don't do it I will," Blaise says and Draco sighs. "Goddammit fine!" Draco yells and he gets up from his seat and walks down the aisle. Draco went looking for you when he finally found you reading a book by yourself. You had always been a loner, you didn't have many friends and you always kept to yourself, mainly because you were a 'mudblood' and nobody wanted anything to do with you.
Draco stepped inside and you looked up and your eyes widened. "Oh… Hello Draco." You say while closing your book. It wasn't the first time you both spoke to each other but Draco didn't say very kind words to you. "Mudblood." He spat. Well… Some things never change.
You sighed. Why did she like him again?
He sat down across from her and stared at her with those piercing blue eyes. Ah yes, that's why. You gave him a confused look. "Why uh.. Are you sitting here Draco?" You asked, clearly confused. "What?" You don't want me to sit here?" Draco says while raising an eyebrow and your eyes widen. "N-No I didn't say that. I was just wondering because you never really sat with me before." You say, visibly uncomfortable.
Your thighs squeezed together as your body heated up. Draco got up once more closed the door to the compartment and closed the curtain, including the one on the window as well. He wanted there to be no chance of anyone seeing him with you. You looked around. "It's going to be a little bit difficult to read with no lights Draco.." The only light that was in the room was a little bit shining from the outside window curtains. One landed where Draco was sitting and the other landed on your face slightly.
Suddenly Draco took the book from you and threw it to where he was sitting. "Hey! What the-" "Shut up." He covered your mouth with his hand and bent down to your level. You were confused and slightly frightened, he'd never even touched you before. Not even when he was bullying you.
Even though it was dark you could see him inching towards your face. You pulled your head back until your head hit the wall gently. The light that was on your face was now in his. You looked at his features, or whatever the light shined on. "I'm going to move my hand away. You will not speak until I'm done speaking, okay?" You hesitated before nodding slowly. He pulled his hand away and rested it on the part of the seat that was near your head.
"I have a proposition for you." He says and your mouth stays shut. "I.." His hand trailed over your thigh. "May or may not…" Your breath hitched. "Have had feelings for you." He rested his hand on your knee and you gasped in disbelief. Him?! Like you?? Has he gone mad?
"And you have kept me sexually frustrated for six years." He hissed and his hand slid up and grabbed your thigh, making you jump. "So.. How about when you and I are frustrated… We use it on each other." He says and you open your mouth to speak then shut it. "You can speak." You take a deep breath. "Like… Friends with benefits?" You ask. "Friends is a strong word… But the right idea." You wanted to roll your eyes so bad.
"So we're… Not going to be friends." Draco chuckles. "Why would we be friends? You're still a mudblood Y/N. I can't be seen with you." Thank god Draco couldn't see your face right now, you had the dirtiest glare on your face. "Wow… So I'm just some whore to you?" He sighs. "No, I-" "Sorry Draco but I'm not just some toy you can play with whenever you want and then dump to the side when not needed anymore." You were surprised at yourself and so was Draco. You never stuck up for yourself especially not to Draco.
"Fine! Fine. But it has to be subtle okay? My father cannot even get a whiff that I'm even acquainted with you." Draco huffs. "Subtle?" "Yeah like, note passing or when being partnered up we just 'happen' to be the last two who's not partnered up." He explains and you thought for a minute.
"Why me?" You finally ask. "What?" "Why me? You could have anyone Draco but you choose me… Why?" Draco paused, choosing his next words carefully. "I told you, I said I had feelings for you," Draco says. "Yeah, but why-?" "I don't know why!" He yells and you take a deep breath and hold it.
Draco sighs in annoyance at himself for yelling. "Is.. Is there anything I should know before we start this?" Draco asks. You released the breath you had been holding. "I'm… A virgin." Draco's eyes widened. "Virgin?" "Yes… And I've never kissed anyone." His eyes grew bigger. "Oh really?" He says. "Yeah, and it's embarrassing I-" You were interrupted by Draco slamming his lips down on yours.
You paused for a moment before attempting to kiss him back the best you could. After a couple of minutes of sitting there kissing the train stopped and Draco pulled away. "I like the idea of no one touching you besides me," Draco says and you touch your now hot face with your cold hands. "Keep it that way." Draco orders before sitting up and pulling open the curtain to the window.
You cringed away from the light as your eyes adjusted. "I'll be in touch," Draco says before opening up the compartment door and walking down the hallway.
PART 2?
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A sequel to this drabble. Though I admit it was a little harder than the other.
While writing half of this I was thinking about that scene from the movie storks when they fight the penguins.
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He truly didn’t know what was worse, protecting his son from his past self or this.
His dear son, curled up in the throes of slumber against the chest of that loathsome heathen who so daringly has his arms wrapped loosely around his boy’s torso, leering down at Lilia from his chin’s perch on silver’s shoulder ‘what’s the matter old boy, that glare doesn’t suit a cute face like yours’ Lilia scowls at him and replies with an all too familiar gesture that would surely have Silver reprimanding him were he awake, alas twas not so instead his precious son was captured in such an image that Lilia would be cooing all over him, if it weren’t for this one abhorrent factor, who knowingly smirks back at Lilia with all the smugness more suited for a mischievous cat.
After the small incident where Lilia had beat the ever loving daylights out of his younger self, poor Silver had been wracked with miserable guilt despite his father’s protestations, claiming that he had been careless and had startled Vanrouge, thus to Lilia’s displeasure he wanted to make amends with the wild fae but ever since the incident Lilia had practically glued himself to Silver’s side whenever the general was in sight even going as far as to hissing at the fae whenever he thought he was too close to his son. As such Vanrouge kept a wide berth with his head down low and Lilia would have gladly left it at that but of course when it came to things like this Silver was rather persistent. For days Lilia watched scornfully as his dear boy ventured out to look for Vanrouge, sometimes he just couldn’t understand the extent of Silver’s kindness. Just mere days ago he had been attacked by the very fae he was searching very intently for and still Silver wishes to apologise to make amends no matter how many times Lilia tried to advise that it was near impossible to reason with a beast like him at that age, the bloodlust was too far ingrained and hadn’t time to rust away. But never did Silver give up and every time they found Vanrouge he would harshly refuse whatever Silver brought as a peace offering, personally Lilia was rather offended when the rats were rejected, it took him hours to catch all of them at Silver’s behest, but oh well more for Lilia. It had been this way for some time until suddenly one day Vanrouge was found begrudgingly eating risotto next to a triumphant Silver, really what was Lilia expecting, of course his son was capable of taming even the most rabid of beasts. But did it really have to be this beast? ‘Pray, do tell how this came to be? You’ve better not be holding him hostage, Vanrouge’ he growls hands on his hips and eye almost irritably twitching as his son shuffled in his sleep and almost buried his face in the general’s neck ‘why I’ve not the slightest clue myself, the poor thing just waltzed in here all dazed like and next thing you know he’s crawling up to me before dropping like so’ he smugly explains, nuzzling his cheek against silver locks. Oh you little…
The snide, conniving look he gives Lilia gives him the unshakable urge to bloody it black and blue again ‘why there was no hesitation whatsoever, he must have mistaken me as his father or something’
‘Of course he would, we have the same face!’ As much as he’d hate to admit, Silver’s recognition was never the best whenever a sleep spell hit him and Lilia did teach the boy to seek him out when he felt one coming. Oh well it can’t be helped he thinks reaching out to carry his boy off to the comforts of his bed only to gasp in indignation when sharp fangs clamp firmly into his hand. There’s a heavy pause as Lilia stares down at Vanrouge, who curls closer to his son, the promise of a slow, painful death blazing in his crimson eyes, yet the general was not intimidated in the slightest, of course not, what with the firm yet gentle way he manoeuvres Silver off him and down on the couch cushions, all without breaking eye contact or releasing his fang’s grip, so Lilia takes the ample opportunity to seize the ponytail he was so glad to shear off in his youth and send them both tumbling to the ground whose soft rug muffled the thud. In a silent brawl the two fae once again bite and kick at each other, daring the other to so much as make a sound and wake up the sleeping child above them, in a sense to Lilia it was a way to prove to himself that this younger version of him was just as he believed he was, a ruthless monster entirely incapable of caring for others, even if it was merely staying quiet just so his child could nap in peace. Yet as they scrapped Vanrouge refused to yield, showing off his familiar prowess by moving so that like Lilia, any blow thrown and received was muffled in some way. At one point they paused in fear when they heard a soft groan but Silver simply turned around and fell silent once more, suddenly Vanrouge whips out a fork of all things and drives it into Lilia’s arm. Lilia cried out in pain but toned it down to a quiet squeal, he rips out the fork and plunged it into the general’s shoulder who’s face blanked on impact and all of a sudden seized a spare cushion from the couch and screamed into it. Lilia would have found the whole thing hilarious had it been anyone else brawling like this.
In the background a certain Zigvolt raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the strange scene before him, honestly this would be a lot more impressive if the two fae weren’t trying to throttle the other in total silence. Wait, are they mouthing death threats to each other? Usually Sebek would never in his life dare to roll his eyes at Master Lilia but what was he to do? This was far too ridiculous, and Silver was bound to get a sore neck with the position he was in.
The two scrabbling generals didn’t even noticed Sebek walking around them towards Silver where he swung his fellow guard’s arm round his neck and hoisted him into his arms, may as well get him to bed, he thought as he carefully slipped out of the room, looking back to the still fighting Lilia’s, now I understand what Grandfather meant when he said that Master Lilia could be an idiot. Seven help him, these old fae were so oblivious.
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There’s a Devil Inside of Me and You
Kas!Eddie Munson x Vampire!Fem Reader
Pt.2 of At the End of the World
Warnings: Blood drinking, animal death, human death
A/N: Ope, more of this I suppose. I have no idea what I’m doing with this sometimes the urge just strikes, you know? Also just call me the comma queen because god damn there’s too many in this.
18+ NSFW No Minors
He speaks nonsense sometimes when his eyes go black. Deep pools of obsidian that seem to take his sense away.
“Why me?” You ask him when he crawls back into the boathouse you two hide away in.
“That hand that sneaks through the cracks, it found you.” He brings a new thing each time. A deer he found wandering too close to the lakes edge, a cooler of blood left unattended at the gym-turned-first aid center. “It pointed you out in the dark.” His own spindly finger points at you, tip of an elongated nail grazing your cheek. “It showed me where to find you.”
“Then why you?”
Tonight he clutches a den of foxes in his hands, necks broken, Eddie’s sympathy bleeding through into this creature. He shifts those dark eyes to the rotting slats of wood under you, a deep frown forming between his brows.
“He played at being the hero.” The frown turns melancholic before his face hardens into a grimace and he shakes a limp body at you. “He thought he could win.”
“Against what?”
“The vines. The rot. The bats.”
The sound is always around you now, the beating of thick wings. A muffled din during the night and silent when the sun hits its peak and you fall asleep in the shade of a corner of this dilapidated shack. He huddles you into the depths first, makes sure to tuck your legs up before he pulls the blue tarp and heavy boat cover over the two of you so you’re encased in darkness and the smell of lake water.
That first morning he’d been there, all Eddie all brown eyes all sense, and he’d told you what the sun would do to you. He’d darted his hand out into a pillar of dusty light and had started burning. You understood and said nothing while he arranged the corner for two bodies now, remaining silent when he pulled you along with him.
You were hungry like you hadn’t been before, hungry for his wrist and something wet. He knew what you needed but it was too early. A promise for dusk, a whispered ‘thank you’ and his head found a home on your shoulder, dirty hair pressed to your cheek where you watched him drift off. A moment of panic however when he stilled completely and no more breath came from him.
“Eddie?” You shake his shoulder and he doesn’t react. A firmer shake and his head lolls off it’s perch. You can see a sliver of his eyes now and they sit milky white and dead. A deep feeling of dread, something you should have been feeling a few hours ago settles in your stomach next to your hunger. It twists in the endless growling ache and you can feel it pull at your eyelids. This isn’t sleep though, not in the sense you know it. Whatever this feeling is weighs you down abruptly and it creeps through your body, stilling your movements as it makes it’s way up your spine until it hits your head and the darkness takes you.
Today it’s this other being that brings you dinner. Foxes to keep you for a few days, enough to get those brown eyes back in his skull. You find yourself missing Eddie when he’s gone, replaced by this other who can’t tell you the why of it all. You’ve yet to become accustom to feeding in this new way but instinct takes over and stamps down any apprehension. Long teeth pierce cooling flesh and you have to suck deep to draw the blood to the surface. A fresh kill but still dead, something you have to work hard for to stay alive.
He watches you with unblinking black that burns holes in you. Waits for you to finish your meal before he steals back a limp body from the mound in front of you. It’s day and night with him before and after feedings. This other watches you with rapt fascination and suddenly Eddie is there with fidgeting fingers and darting eyes, small grin forming a dimple on his cheek.
“Who is that?” The blood sticks in your throat, a thick coating that makes a click when you swallow around it.
“Who?” Eddie asks, lips smeared in gore.
“When you’re not here.” You gesture at your own eyes. “When your eyes are different.”
He hums and twists one of his rings around his knuckle. “No I’m…I’m here.”
“What is it then? Am I also gonna start speaking in riddles?”
“No.” He almost laughs at that. “No I-I’m special unfortunately.”
“Special?” You finally unfold from the corner and stand eye level with him, warmth creeping from your belly out towards your limbs.
“I got bit by something else.” He rakes a hand through his matted hair and it catches. He pulls until it rips free and he hisses from the pain and there you are, reaching out a hand to help soothe. There’s a draw to his pain deep in your head, an urge to fix. It propels you forward a few steps and you reach your hand towards his flinching face.
“You need to bathe.” Your fingers rub against his scalp and he shoots you a dubious look from the corner of his eye.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re disgusting.” Your gaze drops to his shirt, front stained with blood and dirt, and then down at yourself where the sight isn’t much better. “We both are.”
He pushes at your hand on his head and you stop trying to comfort him. He’s not meeting your eyes again, instead looking past you and out the window that looks into the woods. Overgrown ivy blankets the brush and walkway to the caved in house up the way. “And where do you suggest we clean up?”
There’s no soap and it’s lake water but it’s better than nothing. The wakes sway you gently where you sit waist deep and scrub your shirt under the water in a vain attempt to get the blood out. Eddie had averted his eyes when you’d started stripping out of your clothes, a move that you’d laughed at.
“You bit my neck and fed me your blood, I don’t think this matters.”
“Still.” He mutters before pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes.
Now though he floats a few feet in front of you in just his underwear, his clothes draped over your knee to soak in the muddy water.
“Next time you go out, find us a bar of soap or something.”
“Next on my list next to ‘nourishment’.”
“I’m tired of smelling like a lake.”
“It’s a been a week, how do you think I feel?”
A week. Already? Seven days of monstrous appetite and a deadly aversion to the sun.
“A week?”
“Yeah. They’ve got your posters up at the gym.” You hear his head turn in the water and his arms splash when he sits up, the water sitting just under his chin when he crouches. “I haven’t seen your parents though.” Not cold or uncaring but pragmatic.
You can’t go home. They won’t find you.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” You stare through the murky water lit dimly by a crescent moon, down to your legs sitting in the silt. “I’m not mad.”
“You should be. I was.”
When Eddie stares it doesn’t burn like the glossy black does. His warm brown is almost a comfort where it flicks over you from head to hands still absentmindedly scrubbing your shirt. In another life from a week ago this could have been a normal thing to do, going for a dip in the lake. Maybe not during October but the cold doesn’t reach you the same now. You can feel it but it doesn’t get into your muscles and lock you up in a shiver.
“It’s not like you took anything of value.”
Eddie stills the back and forth swaying of his hands under the surface. “What?”
“It’s just like…it’s not a big deal. You said you needed help and I can help like this, I guess. It’s whatever.”
Silence between you two, just the splashing of water against the lake shore and the heavy sense of spilled feelings. He creeps close enough that he ends up on all fours just over your legs. “It’s not whatever, I took your life from you.”
“It wasn’t much of a life Eddie.”
“You can’t see your family again. You can’t go home.”
“I know.” You stop scrubbing and clutch your stained work shirt in your fists. His face is crumpled in pained confusion as he tries to get you to understand.
“I can’t fix this.” There’s layers to those words. “There’s no end to this, whatever this is.” He gestures between the two of you. “I-I can’t make you human again.” Panic lays under his tongue and he inches forward. “When this is all over? All the cracks and-and the monsters and him? I don’t know what happens. What’s supposed to happen.”
Eddie stands abruptly, bringing streams of water up with him that pull on his boxers. The thin fabric clings to his hips and you drop your gaze quickly. “I don’t-I didn’t think-fuck!” The echo of his voice bounces off the trees when he yells and buries his face in his hands. His distress worries at your brain again, a tether pulled taught between you and you wonder if he’d feel a reaction to your more volatile emotions. Before you can stop him he makes for the shore and leaves you staring into the glittering water.
Another week goes by and Eddie spends most of it in that other state. He makes sure you’re fed but he doesn’t stick around, just disappears until sunrise when he tucks you both in for the morning.
“Eddie?” You whisper at him under the tarp. He isn’t pressed close today and that bond you’ve felt growing in the amorphous background of your mind feels stretched. It’s a new kind of ache, one that rivals the way your stomach burns between feedings, and you pull yourself over. Shoulder to shoulder, forehead almost pressed to his cheek you ask. “What is it that found me?”
“The black hand.” He doesn’t open his eyes, breathing even and slow.
“What is it?”
“A monster.”
“Is that what destroyed Hawkins?”
“No.” He shakes his head, crown of his curls rolling against the wall. “That was Henry.”
“Henry? A man did this?”
“He’s not a man anymore. He’s vines and a hive mind.” The tarp crinkles against his hair when he shifts his head, rolling it toward you so your forehead does press into his face. “When a portal opens up I can show you where he hides.”
“A portal?”
“It’s…he can explain later.” A dismissal but he doesn’t move away from you. He drops his knees so your bodies touch from ankles to faces and you feel that tug again deep in your guts.
“You need to eat.” You whisper into the collar of his shirt, stiffened by lake water and grime half scrubbed away. “You look terrible.” His cheekbone is too prominent against you and his hands boney when he pulled your wrist to bring you under the makeshift blankets. You just need to help, you want to help. It’s why he found you right? A purpose finally for your small, now inhuman, life.
Your teeth bite through the thin skin of your wrist easily and the smell of blood floods your senses. Eddie’s eyes fly open, the all black dull when he finds your wrist held in front of him. “Eat.”
“It’s not the same.” He swallows thick and doesn’t tear his eyes away even as he tries to brush you off again.
“But it’s something.” Behind your words you feel a ripple in your intention. An urging for him to take. Not anger but intense persuasion. You picture him reaching out for you like you had to him in that alleyway. A clear snapshot and it’s gone, that small reverb in your voice diminished when that tether to your spine has an answering pull.
His palm is cold when he pulls at your wrist to bring it to his dry lips but you don’t flinch. The red pumps sluggishly from the wound against his mouth and you get to watch him take that first tentative lick. Something human in the crease of his brows, a small noise from the back of his throat. His lips wrap around to suck at the wound and you’re matching his whine. The pull of blood makes your eyes flutter, the grip of his fingers on your elbow send a shiver through you that has nothing to do with the cold. Eddie knows when to stop so you don’t worry but the slow turn to sluggishness makes you droop into him.
He breaks with a soft gasp, tongue rough against the thin skin of your wrist. “Thank you.” He runs a thumb over the bite you inflicted and it stings before it starts to close slowly. You can’t make out anything in the dark now but you can picture those brown eyes flicking between your own just like his thumb that soothes over your wrist. Your sleep catches up to you faster than normal and you can feel yourself fading when Eddie shifts you so he can bury his face under your jaw.
“We’ll go out at dusk okay?” His lips brush against your neck. “I’ll show you how to hunt, in case anything happens.” His hand snakes into your limp one while you hang on to the threads of your consciousness. He isn’t warm or cold against you, he isn’t anything really, but the tension in your belly loosens when you feel him relax into you and you can see the faint line of the sunrise along the far edge of the tarp.
Eddie expects to wake to your rising pulse against his lips as you stir back to life next to him. He’d fallen asleep pressed into you to help quell the growing gulf of pain he’d created by finding you. No food and distance from you proved to be a hindrance so it felt safer to hide in the dark behind beetle shell eyes, right until you’d forced him to eat. It felt different from the other commanding voice in his head, this one softer, no invisible hand on his neck to force his head down into blood. You gave him an offering that he could take willingly. One he could have gently.
So when he comes to with his face in the splintering floorboards he’s confused before he jolts up and has to fight his way out of the tangle of tarp. The sun leaves only a strip of gold and pink on the horizon and the trees are nothing but a black silhouette against the sky.
“Fuck.” He snaps his gaze around and up into the sagging roof. He peers into corners and finally out the window to try to find a scrap of you. Vines are trampled into a path and he’s outside before he notices the stench of copper on the breeze. Instinct draws his nose up to find the source and he knows exactly where he’ll find you.
He’s into the brush before the last bit of sunset disappears, hoping that this isn’t anyone he might have known previously. Any one of his friends who could be injured out here in the wild overgrowth about to meet his newest creation. In a deep part of his mind he laughs at the flicker of a thought that Vecna was his last played villain and here he is, accidentally siccing his companion on the unsuspecting.
There’s no sounds of struggle, just hushed words whispered harshly at each other as he makes his way through broken brush.
“There’s a curfew.”
“I know! I fucking know okay?!”
“Just get up and we can make it back to the car okay?”
“Just get up?! Just get up?!”
The voices have no body yet but a strong scent, one bleeding while the other exudes distress. The sour tang of fear sits in the back of Eddie’s throat and mingles with his own. He’d meant to show you how to hunt the animals out here, not the stray humans that still wandered too close to the lake. Past their boundaries set by intruding agents and into the woods to find whatever beasts had broken through the earth and wrecked havoc on their town.
There’s a scuff of metal and wood hitting the ground, a rifle dropped by one man to help the other stand, and a ruffling of leaves that only Eddie can hear. You stand a few feet from him, stock still except for your fingers that seem to dance along invisible strings. A flexing of your fists against your new instinct to lunge.
His appetite isn’t as new as yours, the voraciousness of it suppressed while yours beats against your teeth. He can see how you stand poised to pounce, muscles tense under your dirty shirt. He doesn’t need to call your name for you to realize he’s there, but he’s startled all the same when you look over your shoulder at him, eyes wild and deep. The black of your pupils bleeds through the color, veins of ink that creep across into the bloodshot whites of your eyes and Eddie realizes his mistake with the tilt of your head. You’d held yourself back until he’d made himself known, predator competition for a prize kill.
From his perspective your movements slow when you turn back to lunge at the two men and one of them finally notices you. He jumps when you come into focus and he jolts again when Eddie comes into view just as quick, hot on your heels to stop a slaughter. He grabs the back of your shirt and a snarl rips out of your chest, alerting the humans to your monstrousness. They freeze together, crouched on the ground surrounded by drops of blood. Even with his bearings Eddie finds it hard to focus on you, his own need clawing up his throat when the metal in the air seems to coat his mouth. He breaths heavy, panting as his ignored hunger makes its presence known and his grip on you loosens. These are not his friends, not family or even familiar in a sense.
These men have been staring for too long.
They’ll recognize his face soon, maybe even yours too.
They’ll run into town and ruin his plan, telling everyone the freak was alive and well with the newest missing girl in town.
“Eddie…” You moan and his attention breaks from the cowering men to you and the want laced in your voice. “Eddie, I’m hungry.”
You don’t need his permission, not now anyways, but you wait until he nods softly. Two screams erupt off the surrounding trees and one cuts off short into a wet gurgling when your teeth find purchase at the base of their neck. It’s a slow drag to the forest floor, your mouth anchored to this man’s juglar. His knees hit the hard ground while your fingers dig into his shoulders and you let yourself fall on top of him, his hands weakly beating at your arms. The other man only whimpers now while he tries in vain to drag himself away, gouged calf leaving a bleeding line behind him.
Eddie doesn’t find delight in this hunt. He hasn’t enjoyed any human life he’s taken thus far but he won’t lie to himself. This blood is sweeter, thicker and richer than the surrounding fauna. It fills his belly longer and sharpens his senses to fine points, sharp enough to hear the vines creeping beneath the town.
“I want you to know this isn’t personal.” Eddie says lowly and the man in front of him bables through the tears. “I can’t let you go though, not when there’s so much to finish.” He descends before this human can let out another yell, Eddie’s eyes rolling back in his skull when blood floods his mouth. He remembers that first kill and quietly wishes he’d waited so he could watch your reaction. Hot copper fills him and he works quickly, too scared of getting lost in the sensation of feeding.
You’ve stilled in his periphery, stuck staring down at the unmoving man between your knees. Your shirt is bloodied again and so soon after you’d scrubbed it ‘clean’.
“Hey.” Blood drips from his lips back down onto its previous vessel and he wipes his hand over his mouth messily. “It’s a lot, I know but you’ll see-” He really hasn’t learned as much as he thought. Your head turns to him and his sympathetic words but your eyes hold no color. Black pools stare back at him and you hiss under your breath at his outstretched hand. It’s his turn to jerk away from you but you follow him back, your victim already forgotten in the leaves.
Eddie can’t find his footing before you reach him in your crawling, crowding him down next to his own murder. He isn’t afraid but he has no idea what you’ll do. He’d really thought there wouldn’t be an other you if there was no alternate dimension, not bats or vines present but again he’s proven wrong.
You hover over him and your eyes dance across his mouth where the blood is smeared. The sudden dip of your head makes him flinch and your tongue pointing into a fine v draws his attention. You run the tip of it along the corner of his lip, through the left over blood and over his skin. A deep hum rattles through you and Eddie has to fight his baser instincts. Your tongue roves again along his cupids bow and when his eyelids flutter to close he puts a stop to it. Holds up his arm to push you back slowly but you don’t take kindly to the denial. A snap of your jaws and you’re clamped to his forearm, fangs buried deep in the muscles.
The tussle only lasts a few moments but you get him good, his arm peppered in fanged kisses and the fingers of his other hand bloody. He wedges them in your mouth at the joint of your jaw and pries you open to shake his arm loose.
“Listen to me!” Deep layers bid you to still. He doesn’t like using it with you like your a meal to be lured but his arm aches. You still, breathing heavy, mouth red with his and the strangers blood. There’s a shift in your eyes and before he can blink the black seeps away leaving your bright eyes shining and wet in the waning light.
A sharp gasp when you realize what you’ve done to his arm. He keeps you pushed away but your hands grazing over the punctures make him less tense. Worry furrows your brow and the tether anchoring you two draws closer.
“Oh…Eddie I’m sorry. I didn’t-I couldn’t see you.” Your eyes screw shut while your hands grip around your bites.
“It’s okay.” He tries to placate you, long arms pulling out of your grip to draw you down for a hug. It only feels strange for a moment before he feels you shudder and his grip tightens.
“He’s everywhere.” You sob into his chest, hands wound up in his shirt. “I can hear him winding through my skull. I hear their wings all night, the screams.”
His hands rest on your back while you try to climb into his neck. A low whine escapes from your chest and he shushes you. He won’t think about the consequences of this yet, not when you’re dealing with this intrusion. The two bodies next you can wait, the new questions he has can too. Under his back the vines inch along and the beating of wings on their search for him vibrate the earth.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson Fic#Eddie Munson Angst#Kas Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson x Reader#My Work#My Fic
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Can you suggest some of your favourite buck breakdown fics?
Ooooo, yes of course!
Tick Tick Boom by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky (@chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky)
30k | Teen
“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks.
“Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?”
“Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.”
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S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic
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bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)
32k | Mature
bro·ken
adjective
1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order.
2. having given up all hope; despairing.
Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU
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crashing, i'm crashing right into you by himbobuckley (@bumble-of-the-bee)
6k | Teen
Buck gets an unfortunate call while driving and spirals before getting hit by a drunk driver. Surprise, coma!buck is real and can hear the things people (Eddie and Maddie) say while he's unconscious. Follows the struggles Buck deals with while trying to come back and the ones he has to face if he does.
6.07 spec, so the sperm donor issue is a Thing.
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shelter my eyes from the sun (and wait for the birds to fly by) by lizzybizzyzzz (@lizzybizzyzzz)
25k | Mature
There’s always been a lingering precedent- Buck was born to save, born to die trying to at the very least. Buck couldn’t save Daniel, could barely save Chris, dragged Eddie across hot pavement under a burning fire truck, couldn't save his sister or his parents from the lifelong heartbreak of losing a child.
Buck was born to save. He’s just not too good at much else.
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blue skies by spaceprincessem (@spaceprincessem)
36k | Teen
“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.
Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.
“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”
And.
And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.
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a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things
11k | Not Rated
Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.
But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”
—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—
So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence
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this is me trying (at least i'm trying) by screaminghalfpastmidnight (@screaminghalfpastmidnight)
15k | Teen
Buck nods against his pillow, remaining silent before Eddie whispers, “Do I have to be worried about you?”
“No.” Buck mumbles. “I’ll be back at work on Thursday. I just needed a day.”
“Do you promise?” Eddie says, and Buck knows he’s not referring to his comment about work.
“Promise.” You don’t have to be worried about me.
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burn the straw house down by rarakiplin (@hoediaz)
40k | Mature
“Why the fuck are you even in this loop? This day isn’t about you.”
“Well, I die,” Eddie comments idly, not sounding as offended as he maybe should be. “Haven’t you heard? I’m always dying.”
“That’s not funny.”
Eddie shrugs, not really agreeing or disagreeing. It’s a few seconds before he says, eyes still closed, “Maybe I’m here so you’re not alone.”
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or, buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through
#Fics I love#Buddie#Eddie Diaz#Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley#Evan Buckley#911onfox#911 fan fiction#buddiefanfiction#buddie fic#911#911 fox#breakdown buck#tb2a answers
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"Comfort in a Thunderstorm"
Happy Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday!!!! 🥰 So I've actually drawn a ton of things for them but obviously gotta post them one at a time 😂 I had something else planned but then another fic suddenly materialized in my docs so I was like "welp"
Haha, enjoy!
Quick desc: "Sonic & Tails' first thunderstorm experience together."
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Sonic didn’t like the rain.
For one, he wasn’t a big fan of water in general, although he mainly didn’t like being in it. But rain often made it harder to run. He’d lost track of the amount of times he’d slipped in wet grass, or crashed into a mud puddle, or been blinded by a downpour and ran into a tree or something.
He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t afraid of it.
As he was soon to learn, it was a different story for Tails.
It had started sprinkling around the late afternoon, and by sundown it was pouring. The skies were overcast with dark, almost black clouds. They’d need to stop and find shelter somewhere, Sonic decided. It was already hard enough to keep moving during the day in the heavy rain. It would only be worse to try and get through it in the dark.
Tails had seemed unusually quiet. Sure, he didn’t talk a whole lot to begin with, but sometimes his little brother would go on rambles about something new he’d discovered; usually about mechanics and technology. The kid had taken a liking to such things the moment he’d first discovered them, and although he didn’t have any of his own tools and techy stuff yet, he was taking every opportunity to learn as much about it as he could. He’d been fascinated by Sonic’s plane, the Tornado, ever since he’d first laid eyes on it. Sonic had been thinking about buying him a computer or something for his birthday, whenever that was.
Did he actually understand all the stuff Tails told him about? No, not really. But it was fun to listen to him go on and on about his passions.
Tonight, however, his little brother had been silent for a couple hours at least. When Sonic glanced back to check on him, the little fox’s blue eyes were wide and nervous.
He cleared his throat as he stopped for a moment. “You okay, buddy?”
Tails jumped and looked up at him. “Yes!” he answered, a little too quickly. “Where are we gonna sleep tonight?”
Sonic looked up and scanned the horizon. “Dunno yet. I don’t see any trees. We might have to settle for burrowing tonight.”
“We shouldn’t go under a tree, anyway,” Tails protested. “If it starts making thunder, we might get struck by lightning if it hits the tree.”
Sonic looked down at him, surprised. “Oh, okay.” He glanced around. “I just don’t want to get flooded if we go underground is all.”
The little fox stared around for a moment. Something still seemed off about his demeanor, but Sonic couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Well, guess we’ll just keep moving until we find somewhere safe to stay for the night.” He sighed, then held out his hand. “Stay close, kiddo.”
It had taken him a while to get Tails to be comfortable with touch when they’d first met— which, granted, hadn’t been too long ago. A little under a year, perhaps? But Tails had been sensitive to it as a result of the bullying he’d had to endure before Sonic had met him and intervened. So it was safe to say that Sonic was a little taken aback when Tails not only took his hand immediately, he grabbed his entire arm and clung to it with both hands, standing barely a couple inches away from him.
They started walking, although Tails was more shuffling to keep up with Sonic’s longer paces. “You feeling okay, bud?” Sonic finally made himself ask.
His little brother hesitated for several seconds, then mumbled, “I’m just sleepy.”
It had been a long day. “Want me to carry you?”
“…Yeah.”
Sonic stopped walking, turned to crouch down, and held out his arms. Tails quietly climbed into his grasp, and as Sonic stood up again, this time holding his brother against his chest and one shoulder, he realized Tails was shaking. His heart rate seemed a little too fast, too.
But his little brother had already shown he didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so Sonic just held him close and continued walking, occasionally rubbing one hand over the fox kit’s back.
Maybe five minutes of silence passed before thunder started rumbling in the distance. Sonic kept moving, but he felt Tails stiffen slightly in his arms.
Finally, he spotted a few small caves just beyond the hill they were approaching. “Eureka!” he cheered quietly, and Tails made a tiny noise of acknowledgment. They were just entering the mouth of the biggest cave when a loud crack of thunder exploded just over their heads.
To Sonic’s surprise, Tails yelped at the sound and clung to him ever tighter, whimpering. Sonic just continued to hold him, even as he walked in deeper and sat down against a wall. He was tempted to ask some questions, but figured it was better to just stay quiet and be there for comfort.
Four cracks of thunder and four mini screams from Tails later, his little brother finally said something.
“I-I don’t like thunderstorms.”
“I got that, buddy,” Sonic replied quietly, trying for a teasing tone, but instantly regretted it. Tails probably wasn’t in the mood for jokes and sarcasm.
“That’s okay,” he added, after another few seconds’ hesitation. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone has fears.”
“Not you,” his brother mumbled.
Sonic paused. While it was true he liked to go about boasting that he feared nothing, it . . . wasn’t necessarily all true. He didn’t fear Eggman. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear death. But . . .
He sighed. “No . . . I have fears too, buddy,” he forced himself to admit, and one of Tails’ ears perked up.
“Really? What is it?”
Oh boy, this was painful, but anything for your family, Sonic supposed. “A couple things, actually,” he confessed, albeit very softly. “I . . . had some bad experiences with water when I was younger. And I never learned to swim, so . . . you could say I’m afraid of drowning.”
Tails’ big blue eyes were bigger than ever. “Really?”
“Yup. That, and . . .”
“And what?”
Sonic exhaled heavily, then leaned back a little so he could meet the fox kit’s gaze more easily. “Losing you. Anything bad happening to you, actually.”
It took a moment, but that actually put a huge smile on Tails’ face. He was still shivering from his own fears, but he looked downright warm and fuzzy inside as he lay back down against Sonic’s chest, a light purr rumbling from his chest. “I love you,” he mumbled through a tired smile.
Sonic had never been one to express emotions or be all sappy, but dang it, everything was different with Tails. “Love you too, bro,” he whispered back, hugging him just a little tighter.
And they stayed like that for the rest of the night. Tails still jumped at every clap of thunder and whimpered here and there, but Sonic just kept holding him. Eventually, surely after another few hours had passed, Tails had fallen asleep, still cradled in his older brother’s arms. Sonic took a few minutes to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment before surrendering to sleep himself.
(again, I made the art before I wrote the fic, so that's why it's a different setting. Although the pic could also just be a general occurrence, not this specific one 🤷♀️😂)
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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic and tails#miles tails prower#unbreakable bond#sth#they're brothers your honor#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#happy wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#thunderstorm#fears#art#fic#hope there wasn't too much angst lol#i dont think so#does this count as h/c#idk lol#again this will be posted on my Wattpad asap#i really should just make a post with a link to the Wattpad collection and pin it lol
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It won’t work (Joel Miller x reader — one-sided)
Summary: Joel hates you. Or so you thought.
Note: That first kiss scene in Red, white & royal blue hit me hard. No happy ending. Yet.
Joel hated you and he didn’t make it a secret.
But that was okay, you weren’t there to make friends with him. Maria often told you he disliked the older Miller as well, and she only tolerated him because she truly loved his brother. You were friends with Tommy as well, but there was no way in hell you would ever be friendly with Joel, the very man who threw cleverly disguised insults at you whenever he had the chance.
“Man, I’m bored,” Ellie complained as she and Sarah joined you in the living room with some lemonade.
“Then grab a book and read,” Joel offered, earning a disgusted noise from the girl. “I give up.”
“Excellent parenting,” you noted with a scoff. “I have no idea how Sarah ended up the way she did after growing up with you.”
Sarah clearly noticed the tension between you and her father, so she was quick to shake her head with a beaming smile as she sat on an empty chair next to the armchair you were sitting on. “Come on, he’s not that bad. Trust me, he’s a great dad,” she told you softly, throwing a wink in her father’s direction.
“She’s right. He did a decent job despite being a single dad. Sure, I helped a lot, so–” Tommy began, but then he came to an abrupt stop when Maria shot him a look that said ‘stay out of this.’
Joel suddenly shifted in his seat and leaned forward as he watched you. “You sure must know an awful lot about parenting when you don’t even have a child of your own,” he told you, his cold words making you feel nauseous all of a sudden.
That was a low blow. “Well, I’m sorry that I can’t have kids due to some complications following a miscarriage,” you blurted out without thinking. You could see him gulp, his eyes finding the floor more interesting now. “I think I’ll go home now. Maria, Tommy, thank you for inviting me. Girls, it’s been nice to see you.”
Without hesitation you made your way to the front door where you bumped into Bill and Frank who were a little late because of a dinner in a restaurant they had planned weeks ago. They tried to ask you what happened when they saw the tears in your eyes, but you only shook your head in response and walked to your car.
Until today it was only your ex and his and your parents who knew about this. You never told anyone else what had happened to you, and you weren’t planning on doing so. It was something you tried to bury in your mind and heart, hoping one day you could get over it, but it wasn’t as easy as you had thought it would be.
Maria tried to get a hold of you the next day, but you didn’t really feel like talking. She sent you a text to let you know they were heading back to Wyoming, and you broke the radio silence by sending a message to wish them a safe trip. What warmed your heart a little were the messages you received from Sarah who couldn’t stop apologizing for her father’s stupid words.
Two weeks after that evening you went out for a drink with your co-workers, finally having fun as you spent the night trash talking your other colleagues while getting drunker and drunker with each round. Your mood was only worsening when your eyes landed on Joel who was shamelessly staring at you from the bar where he was sitting.
“Okay, why don’t you just go over to him? You’ve been staring at each other for the past ten minutes,” Joanna told you with a wolfish grin.
Matt, her boyfriend, was quick to turn around and check who’s been watching you. “The way he’s staring at you is pretty creepy.”
You shrugged. “I know him. He’s an asshole but otherwise harmless.”
“Then I won’t suggest asking him to join us,” Joanna said with a pout. “Too bad, he’s handsome.”
The fourth member of your little group, who also happened to be the closest to you, gave you an expectant look. “Okay, what’s the story here?” Iris asked.
“Yes, that’s a good question,” Matt said with a nod.
“His oldest daughter, Sarah, moved into the apartment next to mine with her boyfriend. She’s a sweet and cheerful girl, we often talked and we’re kinda friends with her. Then I met her uncle, Tommy, and his wife, Maria, and we became friends. Fast forward to today, when they come here from Wyoming, I’m often invited for dinner or a game night. They need an extra person because they make a team, Joel’s girls make a team, and so Joel needs a teammate for game night too. Joel keeps making his stupid little comments, but I usually don’t make a big deal out of them. I let him bark, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“You’re right, he sounds like an asshole,” Iris noted before taking a swig of her beer.
The Joel topic was closed with that, and soon you agreed to call it a day and go home to sleep. Joanna and Matt offered to share an Uber with you since they went in the same direction, but you wanted to be alone so you declined. The last thing you wanted in your miserable drunk state was being in the company of a happy couple.
Once everyone was gone, you went outside and waited for the car to pick you up. While you waited, you kept browsing your phone, so when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you involuntarily jumped a little. It was Joel, standing next to you with his hands now in the pockets of his jeans.
“You didn’t come over to say hi,” he told you.
“You didn’t either,” you pointed out.
He took a deep breath that he let out really slowly. “True. Why do you hate me so much?”
This was ridiculous. Did he really have the audacity to ask you that? “It’s you who hates me, I’m just keeping my distance. You’re the one who constantly belittles me,” you bursted out. “You’re a fucking asshole, Joel.”
“I don’t hate you,” he quietly said.
When you gave him a questioning look, he just muttered something about how dense you were, then stepped closer to pull you into a kiss. You froze from the surprise, but pushed him away the moment you came to your senses. He looked hurt from your reaction, but you couldn’t care less about his feelings. Joel Miller was a terrible person, there was no way in hell you would ever be attracted to him. Well, sure, he was handsome, but his personality ruined everything.
“What was that all about?” you wondered out loud enough for him to hear.
Joel buried his hand into his hair as he began pacing in front of you. “I didn’t know what to do. I like you, but I don’t want to complicate things with a relationship until Ellie is old enough to move out,” he began to explain, and you had to fight the urge to call him out on this bullshit. “Keeping you at arm’s length was my way of protecting myself.”
“You weren’t keeping me at arm’s length, you hurt me. Several times.”
“I know, and I’m so sorry.” At least he sounded genuine. “Let’s have a fresh start. Let me give you a ride home,” he tried.
Looking down at your phone, you saw that your Uber was nearby. “I already called an Uber, it’s almost here. But thanks.”
Joel nodded. “I’ll leave you alone, then. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you replied, suddenly feeling guilty for being harsh with him. He looked like a kicked puppy, a sight you had never thought you would see. When he reached the door of the bar, you let out a sigh and called after him. “Joel, wait. We can try to be friends. I’m sure Sarah would appreciate it if we could get along.”
“You don’t get it, do you? Being friends isn’t enough. I want to take you out on dates, I want to be able to hold you and kiss you whenever I can. I want all of you,” he explained.
Nodding, you bit on your lower lip and thought about what to say. “I can’t give you that. I’m sorry.”
To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll have to learn to live with the idea of being nothing more but friends, huh?” he asked, and you nodded. “All right, let’s give it a shot.”
“My Uber’s here. Bye, Joel.”
You got into the car and stared out the window during the whole ride. He kissed you. Joel kissed you and told you he liked you more than just a friend. It was shocking news and you had trouble wrapping your head around it. When you got out of the shower, you were welcomed by a new message on your phone.
Joel: By the way, I’m sorry for saying what I did the other night. I didn’t know.
You: I never told anyone, don’t worry about it.
Joel: I still feel like shit for making you upset. Just saying.
You put down the phone on the nightstand and decided not to respond. After his confession you didn’t know how to act around him and how to talk to him anymore. He wanted more than you could give him, and even though you were curious if that could even work between you, you didn’t want to risk making things worse.
The next morning you were ready to leave for breakfast, but you were stopped by Sarah who looked like she’d been waiting for you to step out of your apartment. Her ever present bright smile made it clear she was in a good mood, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes that made you think about what was going on.
“We’re having dinner with Dad and Ellie tonight, I thought you should join us,” she said happily.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Is it because of what happened last night?” Your jaw dropped upon hearing this. How in the hell did she know about that? “Dad told Uncle Tommy who called to tell me all about it. Listen, I know it must be weird, but if you spend some time together, you might be able to sort things out. Maybe he would accept that you can’t be more than friends, maybe you’ll realize you want more, too.”
Blowing out the air you didn’t even know you were holding, you thought about what to say. You would be okay with being friends, but knowing Joel, he was only saying he would accept your decision to make sure you didn’t disappear from his life. After about a year of constant malicious comments, it was hard to have a fresh start. You were too drunk to think straight when you said you could try to be friends.
Sarah could see you were unsure. “You don’t want that, right? That’s why you’re hesitating,” she said softly. You nodded. “Too bad, I think you would be great together. But I won’t force you. Have a good day.”
“You too,” you said.
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“I tried to talk to her, but it didn't work,” Sarah told her father when she joined him in the kitchen. Her boyfriend was out in the backyard, fixing something to save Joel some time, so she took this time to conspire in secret. “She’s not ready. And let’s be honest, your behavior towards her from the start wasn’t exactly nice.”
Joel rested his forearms on the kitchen island then put his forehead on top of it. “I’m such an idiot. I acted like some stupid kid who pulls the hair of his crush all the time.”
She walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder in support. “Look, maybe she just needs time. Actually, I have a plan. Why don’t we visit Uncle Tommy and Maria in Wyoming?”
“You think some distance would help?” he asked as he glanced over at her.
“No, I think we should convince her to come with us. I know for a fact that Maria has already invited her a few times, but she never had the time to go. Maybe this time she would agree if Uncle Tommy and Maria helped us.”
Joel straightened up and leaned against the kitchen island. “You think that could work?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Oh, she would be uncomfortable the whole time,” Ellie spoke up when she appeared out of nowhere. “I had no idea that’s why you were so rude to her.”
“How long have you been eavesdropping?”
“Long enough to know you asked Sarah to act like it was Uncle Tommy who ratted you out to her,” she replied with a shrug.
He let out a frustrated sigh, having enough of this drama of his. Ellie was right, you would be uncomfortable, and knowing how much Maria disliked him, she certainly wouldn’t support him. Tommy would try, but your bond with his wife was stronger.
Suddenly Ellie stepped in front of him with her hands on her hips. “I never said you shouldn’t give it a shot, you know. Maybe a change of scenery is all she needs. Well, if you’re on your best behavior, of course. Treat her nice, buy her something as a gesture, and maybe go on a double date with Uncle Tommy and Maria without telling her it’s a date,” she suggested.
“She’s right,” Sarah noted with a nod.
Joel let out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll talk to Tommy.”
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Seductress. - ITZY - Ryujin x M! Reader (+18?)
Tw: a whole lot of blue balling and cockblocks, trust me, even I got frustrated writing this myself.
She's oozing confidence...
She's something else...
She's well aware that you're staring...
She's doing it on purpose...
She's holding her pose for you...
She's seducing you...
"Cut! One hour break!" Finally the shoot's finished. You can take a well earned breather as you rest your behind on one of those flimsy ass film set chairs.
"Good work everyone..." There she goes acting all cute and professional as if she's the world most innocent human being, paired with her cutest dimple ridded smile.
"Great work out there." You said to Ryujin with the most convincing tone.
"You too, baby~." Oh boy there she goes.
Thank heavens nobody was near the two of you when she replied. You just quickly brush it off as you turn to the monitors to recheck the photos.
"Did you enjoy the shoot?" She asked, as her hand snakes down from your shoulder to your arm.
Tingling sensation comes up to your ear causing you to shiver as you feel her fingers softly glides on your skin. A blow to your ear almost brought you to yelp as you continued to brush it off.
"Oh-ho, you're resisting well today." She whispered as the staff left one by one to take their breaks.
"We're not doing this now Ryujin." You replied with such confidence.
"Oh really? Says who?" Said Ryujin who lips are inches away from your ear.
"As if you weren't getting turned on when watching me strike those seductive pose." Her hands has surprisingly traveled farther than you've expected having landed on your thigh.
"Uh... You're not taking your breaks?" Ryujin's hand was about to reach your weakpoint when you heard a voice from your back that cause the two of you to act naturally.
"R-ryujin s-said s-she wants t-... To u-uh, check the shots." The guy just shrugs before leaving the two of you.
"Safe." Ryujin suddenly took your camera before handing it to you.
"W-what am I going to do with this?" Confusion floods your mind as she pulls you to the set.
Without any word she gives you a wink sending shivers down your spine. You brought the camera up to your face aiming at her.
She strikes some basic poses but boy do those poses look so much sexier. Ryujin was hitting it tho. Not just the post but also your buttons... Overall, it's just Ryujin wanting more photos of her etched in the camera and mind, until...
You gulped loudly after seeing that smirk. It was a warning for what's to come, you know it... You've been here before.
Ryujin then pulls down her jacket unnecessarily slow, her grin is still there as her eyes bores a hole in the camera lens straight to your eyes.
A few clicks from your camera signalled Ryujin to strike another pose and boy did she strike another one pulling the thinnest thread that's considered as the strap of her top.
Your finger froze on top of the shutter button, this didn't go unnoticed as Ryujin raised an eyebrow, further lowering her top till her chests are ALMOST exposed.
"What's wrong?"
Beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you contemplate on hitting the shutter button, though it's totally useless since the lustful image of her is already engraved in your mind.
Your heart couldn't take it any more, you turned away breathing heavily as you try and fan the collar of your shirt as if that will help with your current situation.
Ryujin chuckles at your effort before commenting. "Dummy, quit acting as if this is the first time you've seen them."
She's technically wrong... It happened around 2 months ago.
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"ITZY?" Your shocked tone made the recruiter chuckle.
"Yeah, big fan?" He asked.
"You bet." Replying with a smug tone.
"That's great but remember you need to be professional, or else the client will most definitely replace you."
"Right. Right..."
You smile from the inside while trying to calm yourself, after all you're going to see ITZY in person as well as have the chance to take pictures of them.
The day went by quicker than you've expected, you just assisted the main photographer taking hints on what you're supposed to be doing. You held yourself together pretty well, managing not to passed out after actually seeing ITZY and giving them a handshake.
Now it's the end of the day, you stayed to help out with the packing up and if not the most cliché thing you saw Ryujin's necklace as you're cleaning up the equipment.
So you did the most cliché thing as well, hand it to her personally, you walked past a few RV's labelled staffs only before seeing one that says ITZY.
You were about to knock when you suddenly heard a click from the door and in such panic you hid in a small crevice beside the stairs for the RV.
"Did you see the new camera guy?" You heard the members voice as they stepped out of the vehicle, you can clearly recognize Lia's accent and the other members laugh.
"He's pretty cute though... I know right, that's why Ryujin took almost forever to finish." Yuna replied as you just hid there whilst also trying to hide your blush.
"Speaking of which, where's Ryujin?" Yeji asked.
"I'll be right there, I just need to... Urgh!" You heard from inside the RV as Ryujin seemingly struggling with something.
"Okie, we'll go ahead then?" Chaeryeong asks and a hum from Ryujin signalled the girls to keep walking.
Soon after the girls have left. You exit your hiding spot to check on the RV. You can hear Ryujin rustling and grunting as she continues to struggle on whatever the heck she's doing.
You're currently leaning on the RV's door when you realized that it's not even close. With a little tap it got ajar.
It was like the doors to heaven, as lights from the inside hits your eyes and once they're adjust you're greeted by something more blinding.
"Oh..." Was one of the last things that you'd expect as Ryujin's reaction. After all you've walked in on her while she's changing.
"I-i... I'm... I-..."
"You're staring..." She said with such a calm tone.
"I-... I'm sorry, it's... Uh..."
"Y-you're... G-gorgeous." What Ryujin did next will be a memory that will be in your mind for the rest of your life.
She slowly walked towards you as you just laid on the floor of the RV helpless for what's about to happen.
"Tell me something... What do you think of me?" Ryujin said as she squat down to level with you. You can see her safety short hugging her lower regions really well.
"I-uh... Think... You're..." Damn it complete something.
"Cute? Hot? Sexy? Beautiful?" Ryujin smugly replies as then she crawls slowly towards you.
"A-..."
"A?... All of it?" She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, you could only nod to get some form of conversation as the distance between the two of you have been gradually reduced.
"Hey~." Perhaps you were so lost wondering how did you end up in this situation that you've failed to realized Ryujin's hot breath brushed against your neck.
You tried to pull away but she grabbed a hold of your collar pulling you in closer with her lips lightly touching your neck.
You whimpered at the feeling as you can just hear and feel Ryujin's chuckle against your skin. You mindlessly whisper. "Professional... professional."
"Oh... Is that so?" Ryujin pulls away as she straddle your legs between her warm thighs that's crying to get out of her safety shorts.
"So, that's why you're not swayed by my subtle hints earlier." She wondered.
Mentally smacking yourself from forgetting as you remember that earlier during the shoot she was constantly making subtle eye contact with you and that caused her sessions to take up a bit of more time.
"Do tell, are you really going to keep being professional?" Ryujin ended her question in such a sultry tone.
"Y-ye-." Just when you thought you're finally about to finish a word, Ryujin puts her finger on your lips to stop you.
"Listen, new guy... We idols always need to keep it professional when working and that..." She paused.
"That's tiresome for most of us." There it is again, that grin
"So, right now we're not gonna be professional, okay?" She wasn't suggesting, it was more of a guarantee. As her hand travelled from your cheek to your chest and finally your bulging lower regions.
"Mhmm." You moaned as her warm breath continued to brush against your neck.
"I'm so done with being professional with you... I want to..." Her hand grips you on top of your pants as a yelp escapes your lip.
"Ravage you." She ended.
Just as your lips were about to crash a knock was heard from the outside.
"Unnie?" You two heard Yuna as she knocks continuously.
"Looks like this has to happen some other time." She whispered before winking at you.
"I'll be there just a sec!" Ryujin replies to Yuna.
"Alright but you've been there for far too long, do you need any help?" Yuna asked from the outside.
"Nope! I'm good..." Ryujin smiles before grinding on your leg.
You let out a yelp but thankfully Ryujin's hand covers your mouth immediately.
"Safe." She winks at you once more before placing a kiss on your cheek.
You sat there holding the spot on where she kissed you wondering what the in the fuck is happening.
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Now you're back in the same predicament. You're frozen as Ryujin steps closer towards. Suddenly the temperature of the room becomes hotter.
Ryujin's eyes met yours, you tried to look away but it's too late, she has already closed the distance between the two of you. With her soft delicate hands, she gently turned your head to face her.
"Why don't we... Pick up where we left off the last time?"
She wasn't asking, or even suggesting. She's holding you down with her arms snaking around your neck once more your reasoning being taken away one by one with each second her skin touches yours.
Your senses hit as you feel yourself tighten through your pants and you embarrassingly tried to hide it. Your hand was slapped away however once Ryujin noticed it.
"Nah ah, I already know you're packing. So, there's no point in hiding it." She smiles before cupping your bulge.
You thought about moaning but that was all there is as your lips are now sealed by hers. Ryujin smiles in the kiss as she can feel your pathetic attempt at fighting it.
"So, you still planning to be professional?" As her other hand guides yours to her lonely breast. You gulped loudly feeling the supple ball as she gave you a close up of her lip bite.
"T-they m-might com-." Ryujin wasn't about to let you finish your stupid attempt at ruining her moments as she locks lips with yours once more.
She was aggressive and assertive as she slid her hand in your pants feeling you even more with just a singular fabric in between her hand and your manhood.
"Ugghh." You moaned as Ryujin grips your length tighter.
"Didn't I tell you that..." Having a hint of what she's going to say you focused on not letting out another sound of pleasure as she just continues.
"I will..."
"Ravage yo-."
"Ryujin?" Your eyes went wide when you suddenly heard a familiar voice right behind the blinds that separates the main background from the equipments.
You two panicked as the person slowly pushed aside the blind. Failing to move quickly enough you didn't have to help remove Ryujin's hand from your pants and just opted to.
"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.
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Good Girl
Master!Luke Skywalker x Padawan!reader
Summary: after some evening training, you end up being under the effects of sex pollen, and you’re too naive to even know what’s going on, but luckily master Luke is there to help with it.
Warnings: smut, sex pollen, outdoors sex, innocence kink, age gap, barely legal reader, p in v, unprotected sex, dub-con, creampie, praise kink, virgin reader.
A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that you might find. Also, sorry if this sucks, I’m trying my best. But i hope some of y’all enjoy it <3
“Master?” You call out, eyeing Luke’s tall silhouette walking beside you. “I’m… not feeling well”.
Your training outdoors had ended just a few minutes ago and now both of you were walking towards the temple, following the path in the middle of all the greenery when suddenly you started feeling dizzy, your skin felt as hot as the sun and a weird tingle appeared between your legs.
For a moment, you thought it could be normal, maybe you had just overworked yourself… but then you remembered. In the middle of your training, you had fallen near a bush, hitting a strange plant which gave you a burning sensation on your elbow, but you didn’t mind until now, growing worried that it might have been a dangerous poisonous plant.
“What’s wrong, little one?” He asked, stopping on his tracks to look at you, seeing your little body shivering and your cheeks more blushed than usual.
“Uh… I don’t know, I think I hit a poisonous plant when I fell and now I feel weird” you answered, looking straight into his blue eyes. “My skin burns, I’m sweating like a wookie and I have some weird tingle on the spot between my legs”.
As soon as you told him your symptoms while obviously rubbing your thighs together, he knew it had to be the effects of the sex pollen, there was no other thing that could put you in such state.
“Don’t worry, it’s just the effects of some kind of pollen…”
“What kind of pollen?” You interrupted him, almost desperate because of your discomfort. “Is it deadly? Am I gonna die?”.
“No, you won’t die. You’ll be fine as long as you take care of it” he answered calmly, giving you a friendly smile.
“Oh, fine, I can do that. Do I need some medicine or…”
“It’s sex pollen, young padawan. You need to, you know, pleasure yourself a few times for it to wear off”.
“Pleasure myself? What does that mean?” You asked innocently, having zero clue on what that implied.
“It means you have to masturbate” he said, straight to the point, wondering if you had even done it before.
You grew up poor on a almost desolate planet, without much education of any sort, and master Luke hadn’t done much effort to teach you anything else besides Jedi stuff. So you clearly had no idea of what was going on with your body nor how to handle it.
“Masturbate? Uh… I don’t know how to do that” you told him. A few times you had overheard the other padawans talking about it, but you never knew what it involved and didn’t care, which you regretted now. “Can you teach me? master?”.
Luke could sense you were telling the truth. You truly knew nothing about sex, not even a bit, and he blamed himself for it. He could have taught you at least some basic things, but seeing you like that, innocent and pure, asking him for help to relieve the ache on your core with big doe eyes, made him grow aroused too.
“Of course, little one” he agreed, even though he knew it was wrong. You were younger than him, a naive little girl, and he was about to take advantage of it. But he couldn’t help it anymore. “But you need to be obedient and follow my instructions just as I tell you. Is that understood?”.
“Yes, master”.
He nodded and grabbed your hand, guiding you out of the path into the wilderness, soon finding the perfect private spot where you both could be surrounded by bushes and trees, out of sight for everyone. Then, Luke proceeded to take off his cape and place it on the ground, right where the grass was shorter.
“Take off your clothes and lay on your back with your legs spread” he instructed.
Of course you were nervous. You had never showed your bare body to anyone, but you trusted him enough to obey. He could never hurt you, right?, this was like any other lesson, so you started stripping till you had nothing covering your frame, enjoying the humid air hitting your hot skin.
And, without thinking it twice, you finally laid on your back on top of his soft cape, looking up at the evening orange sky while you opened your legs, revealing your already dripping cunt.
“Such a pretty girl” Luke praised, dropping to his knees to run his hands all over your soft thighs. Enough to make you squirm. “I will show you how to get rid of those tingles okay? just breathe and relax”.
You nodded, feeling his real hand travel all the way down to your pussy, letting out a moan when he finally dragged his thumb on your wet folds and rubbed slow circles on your sensitive clit.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, seeing how you arched your back in pure pleasure.
“Y- yes master, it feels really good”.
The movements of his thumb fastened and you whined loudly, soon feeling a knot appear on you lower belly. And, before you knew it, intense waves of pleasure invaded every inch of your body, bucking your hips and jolting like never before.
“I- maker… what was that?” You asked as you rode out the euphoric sensation.
“That, little one, was an orgasm” Luke explained, getting his hands off you to palm his clothed erection and quickly working on unbuckling his pants “do you wanna feel it again?”.
You nodded, consumed by the burning inside you. Then you got up on your elbows, just enough to watch him pull down his pants to his knees, freeing his bare cock. It was long and thick, with cute trimmed blond hairs on the base and a pink tip leaking a drop of a clear fluid, making you wonder what was he going to do next.
“Use your words, young padawan” he demanded, taking himself on his hand.
“Yes master, I need it, please”.
Luke couldn’t tease you anymore, he needed to have you right then and there, so he aligned his shaft to your entrance and pushed in slowly, almost cursing at how good you felt around him.
“Master, it- it hurts” you cried at the painful stretch, not knowing if you could take any more than half of it.
“Shhh, it’s okay” He soothed you with a soft voice while positioning himself on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight, placing his strong arms on each side of your head. “Relax… concentrate on taking deep breaths”.
Of course you did as you were told, squeezing your eyes shut and breathing slowly, trying your best to stay calm. But you just couldn’t, not when all you could feel was his thick cock going deeper inside your tight little hole.
Once he got all the way in, he gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size and then proceeded to thrust, beginning with a slow pace.
“So fucking tight” Luke muttered breathlessly. “You feel so damn good”.
It didn’t took long for the overwhelming sensations to cloud your mind, making you unable to answer, becoming just a poor moaning mess as the pain was replaced with pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well”.
He started thrusting even harder, hitting a new spot that had you seeing stars. And you didn’t know better than to hold on tight to his robes, whimpering onto the crook of his neck while you felt him slamming against your cervix.
“M-master I can’t- I’m gonna-“ you rambled, not knowing how to describe the explosive sensation you had felt before approaching you again.
“Just let go, little one. Come for me”.
Hearing his deep faltering voice, mixed with his brutal thrusts, sent you over the edge, achieving a second orgasm way more intense than the first one. So you let go just like he asked, screaming and squirming under him as you rode out all the pleasure, painfully clenching around him.
“Fuck” Luke moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic until he finally came, groaning in your ear. And you could feel his cock twitching inside you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. Claiming you as his own.
After coming down from the high, you both stayed still, panting, recovering from such a fervent moment.
And even when the effects of the pollen began to fade, you didn’t want the moment to end. You wanted to stay like that forever, with him between your trembling legs, only the two of you getting lost into each other.
Luke thrusted one last time, pushing his seed even deeper, and then placed his lips on your sweaty forehead, giving you a sweet reassuring kiss before making eye contact. And, for a moment, you could swear his eyes were pitch black instead of blue.
“Good girl. You did so well, my perfect little padawan”.
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HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABT KNIGHT DEUCE
I HAVE I HAVE i love putting deuce in royalty au positions because he is just so PERFECT for any role. im gonna go on a rant that reads like a quick fic so like uhhhh HEAR ME OUT
THIS IS TOTALLY UNEDITED SO IF THERE'S ANY WEIRD SENTENCES IGNORE THEM I WAS EXCITED
Deuce wasn't always a knight.
He started from a humble beginning, just him and his mom on their farm that his father left a long time ago. He sells stuff at the market for his mom because she can’t make the journey alone now. She’s getting older and Deuce knows he’s going to have to step up and take care of her now, just like she did for him.
You, the heir to the throne, sneak out because you enjoy the market so much. You find his stall and the two of you talk, realizing how similar you are.
There’s more in this world that you want to experience.
You’re both stuck.
And so he vows to come back again and you two keep talking. He takes you to a clearing where he likes to think and wrestle with the other village boys. You ask him if he thinks he can beat you, and he gets this wicked smirk on his face before rolling up his sleeves.
He’s in love.
He starts training harder, fully aware that he needs to be able to protect you if you two were ever attacked while you were out.
A few years later, the annual festival has a sword-fighting event. You beg Deuce to join since the prize money would be enough to sustain him and his mother for a year. He takes your advice and joins, and you proudly step up to be his sponsor. At this point, the king and queen themselves are wondering what has you so interested in this farm boy, but you simply tell them to sit back and see.
Deuce exceeds your expectations. He wipes the floor with everyone and gives you such a radiant smile after the final opponent is down.
Your heart is fluttering.
Word spreads fast throughout the kingdom and people eventually start questioning whether someone with that considerable talent will be hired.
He should, right?
In fact, the king should have him be the heir’s personal guard since he’s that good.
And so the king calls him back to the castle, where he’ll have to face off with the king’s own forces. You’re a bit nervous but hold your head high as you sit next to your father.
Deuce does remarkably well until-
Until-
Until he loses against one of the higher-ranked guards, who hits him in the chest with the end of his dummy sword.
You gasp, heart plummeting. There’s no way your father would allow him to be your guard now that he failed and-
“You’re good.” the king says, and he’s smiling and suddenly your heart is soaring again because that means-!
“Not good enough to be the heir’s guard.”
No-
“But I will train you. Getting this far on your own is impressive. Well done, Sir Spade.”
You can’t help but tackle him when the two of you are alone, nearly crushing his spine with the force of your hug. The boy you adore is going to be your protector. You’ll be closer than ever.
He seems a bit down, though. You ask him about his mom. He says he’ll be sending her money, but this new career will be so demanding that he’ll have to give up on seeing her.
“No you won’t.” you say stubbornly, “I will convince my father to let us travel down a route that will allow you to see your mother when we go out. I will also extend a helping hand to your farm with donations and labor. I know the two of you do not want to abandon your home. Just because you work for me now doesn’t mean you have to give up who you are.”
He thanks you profusely and thinks about kissing you for the rest of the night.
Eventually, there’s a ball for you to find a suitable husband. It’s a masquerade one, that being the tradition in your kingdom. You know you’re supposed to be unbiased and judge based on character, but when you see the familiar sea-blue eyes and dark blue hair peeking out from under his ridiculous hat, you can’t help but let Deuce occupy all of your time.
Once the ball ends, you name Deuce your husband.
He finally gets to kiss you.
“Everything I did, my beloved, was for you,” Deuce states, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe, “And I would do it over a hundred times without hestiation.”
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