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entomjinx · 2 days

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ONE PIECE CHAPTER 1113 SPOILERS!!!

It's tagged, it's in bold, if you didn't see it that's on you, but I'm sorry. (I'm also a little sick so sorry for how this starts to turn a little insane at the end.)

The reveal makes perfect sense. I've seen a few people struggle to figure out where it came from, so I'm gonna explain why it makes perfect sense and then pop off with some silly theory.

The first hint at the fact that the One Piece world is sinking exists all the way back in Long Ring Long Island.

That seems like an odd place to start, but it's the first time we're shown how drastic the tides of the ocean in the One Piece world can change. It's enough to separate entire parts of an island, causing it to appear as separate islands, once every year.

This implies that the tides change drastically over the course of much longer periods than it does in the real world.

After that, we get to Water Seven and discover that it's sinking, and that the Aqua Laguna is getting worse every year. We also know that it's caused by the water receding at Long Ring Long island. We're also outright told that they want to make the city float to stop the sinking problem.

We also, much later, see just how high Wano is in altitude.

Knowing that the Redline is so tall that it cannot be passed by any ship, cannot be broken through, and that Mariejois is sat right on top of it only adds to why it makes sense.

The world isn't "sinking," those some islands technically are(Water Seven, modeled after Venice), the tides are going to rise exponentially, and fast.

The force of the water would instantly drown most people, and those who survived would be those who could get to higher altitude islands, the sky islands, Fishman Island, or the Redline.

And because I know someone will try to point this out: land bound plant life can temporarily survive underwater, so Ohara's 5000 year old library tree would be fine for a a bit while submerged. There's lots of places with high tides who's plant life is just fine. (This also could explain why they'd be so willing to throw the books into the water. Not only was it to save them from the fire, but many of them had likely been submerged for long periods of time before. They knew the books would be find in the end because they had record of it. And well, it's mentioned in the chapter that Vegapunk means to finish what Ohara started.)

This would also explain how thorough the government was able to be with wiping out information from the void century. If only a few places can survive, then few things that tell the truth will survive, and even fewer people.

Do I think I'm 100% correct about any of this? Or course not, it's Oda. It's One Piece. Things are pretty much never predicted with 100% accuracy. But that's my thoughts on why it makes sense. Now we get into theory:

I have several points to make, so I'm going to write out the shortest ones first.

-This would, completely unironically, explain some of the centuries long racism campaign against fishman. They have no reason to fear the high tides. They will survive no matter what happens on the surface, and that scares the humans who cannot.

-I think that the extreme tide is a part of why the bridge is being built in Tequila Wolf. I believe the bridges purposes is to connect all the highest points of the world so there's no need for ships to carry them. This way, the Celestial Dragons will still have access to more slaves, produce, and anything they can't get within Mariejois on their own during the time period when everyone drowns.

-and now we get to the big one:

I think that the reason the 20 kings and their people destroyed the ancient kingdom is because the ancient kingdom had a way to survive the high tide while keeping the maximum number of people safe in the process, and while being able to save many more people. They refused to ask for help, and were instead afraid of the power the ancient kingdom held, so they sought to destroy it.

I think that the ancient "weapons" were instead a means of survival, and the reason they were hidden is because the 20 kings would have used them as weapons instead. We don't know much about the ancient kingdom, so much of this is speculation.

I think Pluton was a large enough ship that it could carry the entire kingdom. We've already seen some massive ships in One Piece, and Iceburg intends to turn the entirety of Water Seven into a ship, so the idea of an island sized ship isn't all that odd.

If you continue to think about it, why did none of the Beast Pirates manage to find Pluton while searching for the poneglyph in Wano? I have two theories for this based on the fact that we're told Wano would have to open it's borders in order to get Pluton. If the walls would need to be torn down, then we can continue to assume that Pluton is massive.

Theory one is that Pluton is is hidden within the mountain itself, and that the mountain was man-made to hide the ship. Not only would the walls need to come down, but the mountain itself would have to be destroyed. They would also need a way to survive the high tide without it, so creating a mountain that is high enough in altitude to keep them safe would have been a necessity. I think this is the more believable of the two theories.

Theory Two is that Pluton is Wano. The entire island is the ship, and many of Wano's people descended from the people of the ancient kingdom or those they rescued. This one is much less likely, but it's still a possibility in my mind.

We know that Poseidon was the former mermaid princess, and that the current one is Shirahoshi. She can control the sea kings. Why would this be important? Because if everywhere floods, then the sea kings, who are already very large creatures, suddenly have an influx of room to move, food to eat, and places to lay eggs. It would cause a population spike. *However,* that would cause an ecological disaster within the food chain. The sudden influx of sea kings would be desperate for any food they can get their hands on, and many would likely die of starvation. This means they need some way to repel them from the large ship.

We don't know anything about Uranus yet, so I've nothing for you.

Another thing we know about the ancient kingdom is that they seemed to be friendly with everyone, or at least it's implied via how many friends Joy Boy made.

Fishman: Along with the bonus of having Poseidon, the fishman also have access to the tree resin from Sabaody. Should the ship(Puton) or the ancient kingdom ever need to submerge in order to keep people safe or to have a temporary air bubble, They'd be safe.

Lunarians: The people who originally lived on top of the redline. Sinee the redline is high enough to not sink, it would have made sense for them to be trade partners.

Skypians and Shandians: Another race with wings. if the tides really got too high, then they could join them in the sky sea for a time. They could also trade with them.

Minks: Zunesha was a friend of Joyboy's. We don't know much else about that situation, but it's likely that Zunesha is plenty tall enough to keep the minks from drowning, and they could have traded often as well. Maybe Zunesha was even able to do something similar to the giants.

The Giants: This feels like the most important one to me, and not just because of recent chapters. Obviously the giants think very highly of Nika/Joyboy, but it's also very likely that Elbaf is tall enough to survive the high tide, and if not, the the giants themselves are. If you look at what's known about current giants, some of them are tall enough to walk along the sea floor, and the ancient giants were so large that it's said they pulled and moved continents.

Why is that bit important? Because a ship the size of an entire island would likely need a lot more than sails buoyancy to move quickly. The ancient kingdom was pulled by the giants. They moved to different areas to rescue people and to trade so that life continued while the tide was at it's highest point.

Another random thing that supports this is the giant's vehement hatred towards Charlotte Linlin. She has Totto Land, which is supposed to be a place where all races live in harmony, but it would be a mockery of what the ancient kingdom was like, and for giants, who live about 300 years, that's only a few generations back. They would still have stories about the ancient kingdom and remember the truth.

Again, I don't think anything I predict will ever be 100% accurate, but I hope you enjoyed my rambling nonetheless.

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whispereons · 1 month

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Oracle!Reader Part 24

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 23

Warning! My AU is yandere and can involve gore. Sensitive topics appear in this series. This chapter is a bit bloody but not that bad.

In all honesty, you never expected to be the one to say ‘no’ to a proposal. Love wasn't something you frequently chased, and being a heartbreaker was even farther from your mind.

Maybe that's why you laughed so merrily at Zhongli’s face when you rejected him.

Then again, he wasn't proposing his heart, nor his love. Morax, Rex Lapis, or rather Zhongli was offering an alliance of mutual benefit.

“What's your reasoning for rejecting my proposal? I may not marry you as the Geo Archon, but I'm not undesirable as I am now.”

He takes a moment to think as his fingers taps on his chin. The way the diamond of his iris shrinks and the slight grimace on his face raises a red flag in your mind.

“You aren’t rejecting me solely due to the fact that I’m not operating as this country’s Archon are you?”

The smile on your face becomes tight as your hand shakes with the unmeasurable amount of effort to not flip him off right there. Just what did you do that could have caused such a stupid reasoning to come from his usually smart mouth?

“What the fuck made you think that I even gave a shit about you being an Archon?” Well maybe you couldn’t hold your tongue, but granted you didn’t really need to either.

The man bristles, but ultimately doesn’t answer your question, choosing to instead repeat the first question. “Why are you rejecting my proposal, then?”

“Because you don’t love me.”

“I could learn to love you.”

“But that goes against the terms and conditions of what a marriage is supposed to consist of.”

This brings Zhongli to a halt as he stews on your answer. With a smaller voice, he continues, “The legalities of our marriage would be decided on what vows we utter during the ceremony.”

“Not according to the Creator.” It’s like saying ‘no you’ in an argument, especially with how Zhongli’s face contorts into clear annoyance.

“With what proof do you claim that as the truth? Nothing in any scriptures on Teyvat says that.” He seems to realize what answer you’ll give him even before you open your mouth by sighing.

“Because I’m the Oracle.” The self-satisfied smirk on your face is clear as you step closer to poke his chest. “Unless you’re suddenly going to claim that I’m wrong? Should we cut off another limb? Maybe your pitiful rat-tail as an ornament to decorate it.”

He pushes you away by your head, the material of your mask is cool under his fingers as you let him push you back with a laugh. He tsks at your antics and smoothly replies.

“Have you finished laughing? There’s no need to pick at my appearance when I wouldn’t do the same to you, whenever you would have shown me your face once we wed.”

Light laughter calms down into a brief hum as you take in his words. It’s all just a well-timed cover-up for the internal panic that you had at realizing that marrying him would mean being forced to reveal yourself one way or another.

“Fair point. Do you really want a serious answer from me anyway?” The swift conversation turn doesn’t go unnoticed by Zhongli, but he concedes by answering.

“Yes. Your reasoning may bring me more information on the Creator’s personal beliefs, or even aspects of humanity that I failed to learn firsthand yet.”

“Like rejection?” The smart-ass reply is met with an unimpressed stare as he comments. “Humorous, but not incorrect.”

“I wasn’t completely joking when I said that it’s mostly due to the Creator. Marriage in Liyue at least is mostly decided by the parents.” Your chapped lips become a bit more manageable to speak with as you lick them. “I don’t remember mine, and the closest thing you have to a parent is the Creator themselves, or maybe Teyvat?” Which was a weird thought, but you couldn’t really be sure how to view it.

“Therefore your marriage, or at the very least, my marriage, considering that I was personally sent on a mission by them, should be under the Creator’s control and only theirs. My opinion on it shouldn’t matter.” This was how you remembered China’s history worked, so Liyue hypothetically should have a similar system.

Zhongli’s frown deepens at your answer as you shrug your shoulders. As if you didn’t just make this whole answer up so that you can avoid marrying the ticking time bomb that wouldn’t hesitate to murder you in a split second.

Sure, there was increasing evidence that your acolytes gained this weirdly strong attachment to you, but you weren’t betting your entire life on it. The moment the mask was gone, your life was going to follow it.

“Then it seems I can do nothing but accept your teaching. Thank you for enlightening me on a topic that I was unaware about. Can I chalk this up to something you learned about from the scriptures written in Cloud Ret-”

He cuts himself off as he looks down at the bustling streets below the balcony. “Xianyun’s old abode? The one’s written in indecipherable language?”

Damn, you really forgot about Cloud Retainer’s humansona. Just thinking about accidentally running into her during your visit to Madam Ping makes you irritated in advance.

“No, there are other scriptures that the Creator led me to when I was exploring.” You didn’t want Zhongli trying to trace it back to Cloud Retainers introvert cave. In fact, it was more entertaining to visualize Zhongli searching every nook and cranny of Liyue’s vast lands for said ‘scriptures’.

The sun hits your eyes directly from its position as you try to guess the time. It had to be at least 3:30 at this point, right? Just how much time did you have to see Madam Ping before the dinner with Ningguang?

Who were you even kidding, you didn’t know how to tell the time by the sun. You’ll have to ask someone once you finish rejecting Zhongli.

Noticing your far off gaze and attention no longer on him, Zhongli let the petty, unexplainable indignation at the action simmer as he forcefully turned your body to face the door.

“I believe I’ve taken up more than enough of your time. You’d best be on your way to whatever task may be next on your schedule today.”

Now you feel pretty bad about spacing out like that. “Sorry Zhongli, I was just trying to figure out the time-” Your words seemed to go ignored as he pushed you out the doorway.

“Don’t bother worrying.” Is his brief response. The touch and pressure of his hands is firm and reliable in a way you can’t fully describe, before they’re removed swiftly as if he was burned. “Instead, you can focus on relaying your gratitude the next time we meet.”

Before you can question the strange sentence, the door is already slammed shut in your face. The whiplash of his actions settles as you stare at the wood in bewilderment. Instinctive, your feet lead you back down the stairs as you toss Zhongli’s sudden attitude and words in your mind.

Surely you weren’t that rude? You’ve done and said much worse things to him after all. Replaying your conversation yielded no new revelations, so with a sense of unease, you decide to take his push for your departure as his weird version of sulking.

What he expected you to thank him for wasn’t something you were going to worry about now. The sun shines on you, making the mask a bit warmer against your skin as you exit the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

If he didn’t bother explaining what you should be thanking him for, then it must be something either very big or very noticeable. Walking past where the balcony was, you look up and can only spot the empty chairs and simple table.

Time will tell, you suppose.

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You aren’t completely sure how you expected your meeting with Madam Ping to go, but being stuck inside the temple with your neck being examined carefully by the older woman wasn’t a possibility you had in mind.

“Um, Madam Ping, I’m quite sure Xianyun’s claw marks aren’t there anymore. They’ve long healed at this point.”

“Child, you shouldn’t brush off injuries left by the Adepti so easily. Many can leave varying, strange and frankly annoying effects that can permanently alter your body if not taken care of.”

Sighing, you use your right arm to sip the tea Ping generously made for you, as your left arm was also being examined for any amber fragments from Mountain Shaper.

“You really don’t have to worry. Dr. Baizhu was the one who healed me up, so there’s nothing off about my body.” Ping relents and lets you fix your clothing as she steps away.

It was honestly surprising when she first spotted you and immediately apologized for her Adepti companion's actions. Yaoyao and Shuyu, Xianyun’s youngest disciple, were quick to be corralled away as Madam Ping brought you to one of the smaller rooms for examination.

“It must be an illuminated bird quality to be somewhat violent toward me. Maybe when I meet Xiao, I’ll get an injury from him too.” The joke slips out easily, but when Ping sighs and shakes her head in disapproval, you’re quick to shut your mouth.

“That would be even worse, as the karmic debt can be accidentally seeped into your wound that way.” Each sentence Ping says is clear worry, so you can’t be too annoyed at the slight nagging.

“Even still, I hope you have it in your heart to pray that the Creator forgive my headstrong and stubborn companions.” And here’s the catch. “I’m afraid it hasn’t been long since any of them have been trying this hard to understand humans on a personal level, so they tend to revert into their more proud egos when faced with the unexpected.”

There it was, all the excuses. You were really hoping Ping wouldn’t be the kind enabler that asks the victim to forgive the assaulter under the guise of some excuse. You’ve dealt with more than enough back on earth when bullies actually had abuse and other fucked up shit going on at home.

Likewise, you weren’t about to put up with it from some ‘illuminated beings’ that had more than enough years to learn how not to be judgmental sad sacks of shi-

“I’ll still properly scold them for you, but it’s the Creator’s opinion that I’m truly concerned about.” Would you get in trouble for punching her? Probably. Yanfei is close with her and the best lawyer in existence.

It wasn’t worth it, you told yourself. It wasn’t worth it to argue with Ping about whether it was okay for the Adepti to hurt you or anyone else, solely depending on how connected they were to the Creator. It absolutely wasn’t worth it to point out how the Adepti’s lack of control over their emotions and harsh judgements couldn’t just be scolded away. And that they definitely weren’t allowed to get away with unneeded violence simply because they’re stubborn.

The building tension as Ping continued to ramble and your death grip on your pants was broken by Yanfei walking in while looking off to the side.

“Granny, I heard you came - Oh. Hello there!” Yanfei’s casual greeting had you melting back into the oracle position as you smile calmly at Yanfei.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I was just talking with-” You’re cut off by Ping moving to stand in front of Yanfei and begin to explain and introduce you. Including the fact that the other Adepti attacked you and that you were the oracle.

Well, it’s better than you retelling the story. It’s better to let others lie for you, especially considering the close relations. It’s not like Ping’s way of speaking was fast or overwhelming, it just felt like you would be wrong for whatever reason if you tried interfering.

Doesn’t stop the surge of annoyance, though.

Deciding to just leave as soon as possible and not get into a fist fight with a hidden Adeptus, you move off the bed and walk closer to the duo. Without much trouble, you’re able to slip past them until a hand tugs your wrist quickly before releasing it.

“Sorry, but I just wanted to introduce myself to you before you leave. My name is Yanfei. I'm the top legal advisor in Liyue.” A business card is handed to you as she speaks.

Accepting it, you examine the card to not be rude before stuffing it into your bag. While you’ll probably forget about it, it’s not bad to have it in case you visit Fontaine. Or if things with Ninggnuang get into legal territory.

What actually got your attention was how Yanfei went through the trouble of cutting off Ping to speak personally to you. Could this be the first Adepti related character to treat you with respect as a normal person?

The fact that you’re amazed by basic human decency is pretty fucking sad. The difference in treatment between her and Ganyu despite both of them being half-adeptus is staggering.

“Thank you. Just as Madam Ping explained, my name is Y/N, and I’m an Oracle for the Creator.” At least the old woman didn’t butt in yet. “Yaoyao visited me yesterday to meet her. I just didn’t expect to meet you here as well.”

“You suit your position rather well.” Her head tilts slightly to the side, making the Mora decorations jingle. “Although I haven’t met you before, just by your appearance alone I can guess that you’re either-” A finger is raised. “A - you’re not from here. Or B - you don’t have a traditional job.” The second finger joins the first as she takes in your appearance in completion.

“I would put inhuman beings or vision holders on the list, but your aura is completely that of a human, but also not one of a vision holder. In a way, you remind me of the traveler.”

“It does make sense.” You reply with a noncommittal shrug. “The traveler was the first Acolyte, and I’m the first Oracle, so there’s bound to be some uncanny similarities between us.”

Madam Ping wistfully sighs at the mention of the traveler. “Ah yes, the Hero of Liyue. I was able to gift them that teapot, but what a shame that I don’t have another one to spare for you, esteemed Oracle.”

And here comes the half-praise, half-demeaning words that’s meant to belittle you into feeling worthless while giving meager praise to make her sound generous.

“There would be no need to, since I intend on enjoying our God’s creations rather than hiding away from it in an Adeptal piece of machinery.” A wide grin adorns your face with canines clear to see, but your voice is as excited as a child’s with innocence clear.

Those that hear you would assume nothing but ignorance at fault, but the ones that can see how your eyes dimly gleam with mockery would think otherwise.

Isn’t it so good that Yanfei is by your side while Ping is in front of you?

The words clearly hit a nerve, as Ping’s smile drops into a horribly wrinkled frown. Yanfei’s teal eyes look between you two with a smile that dissolves into a confused furrow of her brows.

“My apologies, child, I was unaware that you were so deprived of empathy for others that you can reduce the hard work of the Creator’s chosen protectors of this land into a symbol of defilement.” The last few words are scathing as her face contorts into a gruesome mess of sagging skin.

“Granny, I understand why you’re mad but-” Yanfei takes a step forward, but is cut off by Ping raising her hand while stepping closer to you.

“I can now understand why Shenhe, that poor pitiful child, was so conflicted about her emotions toward you. I may not understand why the Creator chose a human of your breed to have that holy position, but I can only pray that this journey teaches you a lesson concerning those that you have wronged in this way.”

“Granny!” Yanfei yells in shock as she moves between you two, “How could you say something like that to them? You’re not only insulting them, you’re also insulting the Creator!”

She turns around to face you as she shots a grimace behind her at the fuming hag. “I am so sorry about this, you should probably go now.”

Nodding with a sad expression, you speak in a confused tone. “I-I understand. It was nice meeting you and Madam Ping. I hope we can talk again sometime.” Twisting open the doorknob and pushing it open, you sneak one last peek into the room.

Yanfei has her back to you as she yells on a whisper level. Ping doesn’t look all that pleased until her eyes stray to yours. The smugness practically rolls off you in waves as she scorns at you with disgust.

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It was official.

You were lost.

Looking at the doors and people walking around you, you tried to remember what path you took with Ping. But each door looked the same, with different people rushing in and out.

None of them even had time to talk to you as they wheeled out screaming and bleeding people from room to room. You got glimpses of dressings pressed haphazardly on wounds as you continued walking.

Surely you still had enough time until Ningguang’s dinner?

Trying not to freak out over the time, you continue marching throughout the seemingly endless hallways and avoid bumping into the doctors, nurses and more that rush around you. Eventually you arrive at an area of the building that looks a bit calmer.

You spot a woman wearing a dress looking similar to a work uniform and decide to ask her for directions leading out of the temple. You’re about to call out to her when she opens a door and enters it while cheerfully calling out.

“Thank you so much for all the help despite your busy schedule!” She continues to walk in, giving a half-hearted push to close it.

Sneakily, you plant your foot right at the hinge of it, making it stop before it actually closes. A sense of déjà vu nags you as you stand outside the room with your head resting against the wall. You close your eyes to listen to the conversation.

“It’s no trouble at all, Daiyu. I always enjoy volunteering to help those who offer sacrifices to the Creator here.” There’s a light tilt to the voice while remaining sturdy, a good indicator that the speaker is who you think it is.

“Even so, as the Yuheng of Liyue, you still have many duties. Much more than you did when you first began to help out all those years ago…” The anxious woman is met with a brief chuckle.

“As I’ve said before, Daiyu, you can call me Keqing during these times. I’m not here as the Yuheng, but as a servant of our God to learn more.” The faint click of heels can be heard as drawers of what you assume are bandages are opened.

“Well, have you finally come to a conclusion? You know about whether self-mutilation is an ‘overdone’ and an ‘inferior’ way of worshiping the Creator?” The question is met with brief silence before Keqing responds.

“I’ve already made up my mind around the same time as Rex Lapis’s death. Self-mutilation isn’t exactly wrong per se, but it should not be our main way of worship. Our bodies were painstakingly crafted by the Creator’s hands and should not be abused. It’s why I’ve strived to keep myself in perfect shape.”

A sigh can be heard with an almost bitter note.

“But humans can not regrow lost limbs. Thus, I do not believe self-mutilation is the best way for humanity to worship the gods. Blood offerings and even human offerings of other criminals can be done, but I believe that self-mutilation should be left for extreme sins and for the Adepti to present.”

With eyes trained to the blood-stained floorboards beneath your feet, you push yourself off the wall. It seemed you weren’t going to gain any useful information from here.

“The public won’t accept that kind of view that goes against what we’ve been taught for thousands of years. Then again, that never stopped you before - Aw, damn it! There’s barely any medical supplies here, too.”

The tapping of your feet walking away is concealed by the clicking of heels.

“There’s nothing left? Ugh, probably Ningguang again. She’s always doing this stuff.”

But perhaps you should have stayed just a bit longer.

“The Tianquan?! Oh, please don’t let her know what I said! I quite like my job!”

“Relax, Daiyu, she wouldn’t care about your complaints even if she did hear them.”

“Then why are you frowning like that?”

You never know what you might hear.

“It’s just a bit strange to me. Not long ago she was doing all sorts of planning with an annoyed expression, but this morning she was pleased. She must have either taken care of whatever was bothering her or hatched the perfect, foolproof plan for it.”

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Thankfully, you did manage to find your way back to the first floor. (When did you even walk up the stairs?) Most of the people there were rather calm, with incense and prayer rooms decorating this floor.

The smell was of cinnamon and something with a strong woody scent. The one’s in the prayer rooms had healed scars exposed, either doing a full floor bow or at least on their knees.

If they had them, at least.

It was a gruesome sight if you were to be honest. Some had skin raw red from what looked like boil scars, others with self-inflicted writing carved into their skin. Words like; ‘Holy One’, ‘Savior’, and the most popular one of all: ‘Beloved Creator’ were in some way permanently branding their skin.

The wind blew from a certain hallway, as if Teyvat was trying to finally lend you a hand in leaving this temple of smoke and blood. Taking long strides past the rooms that muttered and screamed at varying levels and intervals, you see a set of wide doors.

WHAM

The whir of a sliding door before it slams into the doorway is all you hear before a hand is wrapped firmly around your wrist and pulling you into the dark room. Your breath is knocked out of you as the soles of your shoes search for purchase.

Your hands reach up to where you were grabbed to dig into the scalp of your assailant before you both fall to the ground from the struggle.

“Let go of me!” You grit out as the slender fingers continue trying to pin you down. A feminine grunt of pain is heard as you finally manage to push her away, making your assaulter hit the wall.

Like hell! You weren’t just going to leave after being attacked for no fucking reason. Rushing forward, you pin the person against the wall as your eyes adjust to the dark room. Silvery hair can be seen in a tangle between your fingertips as you hold her wrists against the wall.

“Shenhe, what the fuck were you thinking? Are you still pissed at me? I thought we cleared it all up.” With a mix of anger, disbelief and pure confusion, you stare at her face as her features slowly become more defined.

“I just wanted to see you again…” The kicked puppy look is not suiting the bloody bandages wrapped around her left eye. Or what used to be her eye. “I didn’t hurt you this time.”

“Dragging an unsuspecting person into a dark room isn't not hostile either, Shenhe.” She simply stares at you in silence, as if she’s incompetent enough to not understand your words. “We almost fought to our deaths last time we met. How am I not supposed to assume that you’re trying to hurt me?”

Shenhe’s head drops a little bit as her mouth opens and closes repeatedly with no success. After giving her a moment, you sigh with a hint of annoyance and let go of her. “I have to get going, Shenhe. I'm not going to sit and wait forever.”

“I’m sorry.” You glance back down at Shenhe as she sits on her knees with her hands clenched tightly on her thighs. “I’m sorry for hunting you down so insistently while framing you as someone who wronged me on a personal level.”

Could you really accept this apology when you did stab her first for killing those Hilichurls you were friends with? Then again, they did give you liquor while Shenhe convinced herself that you were an evil entity. “Thanks for the apology, but that still doesn’t change much. I spent days in Bubu Pharmacy trying not to die from all the shit you and Yelan put me through.”

“I already heard about it and saw the vivid details of your healing progress while I waited outside your window that day.” Those words alone had you whipping your head around to her as your jaw dropped.

“Shenhe, what the hell!?” She staggers back to her feet with a worrying sway before taking mute steps towards your shocked form.

“A good partner is one who is attentive and keeps detailed track of their lover's affairs and health, correct?” Trying to wrap your head around the twisted logic she presents you with, you bury your face in your hands.

“Yes, but not in the context of our relationship.” You stress as your arm automatically reaches out to stop her from swaying to the ground. With your hand firmly on her arm, you continue to speak. “I know that you don’t really use that word often considering Xianyun’s teachings, but it’s pretty fucking important.”

A sole iridescent blinks lazily at you before her whole body weight is pressing down on you. It’s less of a hug and more like a ‘glomp’. Deciding to hold her by her waist to prevent being crushed by the pure muscle mass that made up her body, her forehead rests on your shoulder.

It’s burning. Definitely unusual for a Cryo vision holder.

“Shenhe? Shenhe can you hear me?” You ask as her glazed over eye stares into yours with no recognition seen in them. Swinging your head around, you finally spot a blood stained coat off to the side.

“C’mon, Shenhe, just work with me a bit to get you back to bed.” You spit out as you carry more of her weight to avoid dragging her on the floor. Thankfully, she helps out by wrapping her legs around your body and despite the slight constriction, you still manage to carry her back to bed.

Dropping her on the bed, you carefully fix her up. Brushing her hair out of her face, pulling the covers back over body, and adjusting the surrounding bandages around her injured eye to fit snugly.

She did apologize after all, it would be cruel of you to leave a person with a fever and probably an infection a mess on a bed.

That didn’t mean you were going to stay and nurse her back to health. Ningguang was probably at the restaurant at this point, and you weren’t going to be late for it.

Turning around, you take a quiet step toward the exit until a hand wraps frantically around your wrist.

“You forgive me, right?” Heavy breathing fills the room as her sweaty skin clings to the little contact she has with you. “I apologized sincerely, I’ll do it again if I must.” A trembling eye stares into your soul as her voice breaks. “Please…”

You stare down at the disciple with an unreadable expression until a smile breaks out onto your face. Shenhe’s grip loosens as hope begins to light up. Your other hand gently removes her fingers from your wrist before you whisper.

“Why don’t you sleep on it, Shenhe?”

Her eyes slide shut from pure exhaustion as you walk away and exit the room. After taking note of the room number, you resume your short walk to the exit. A nurse is nearby and just as you pull one of the wide doors open, you lean in to whisper a brief message.

The door closes shut behind you as the nurse rushes away. With careful footsteps, you walk leisurely toward the Xinyue Kiosk. The burning stares of civilians and soldiers alike are rolled off you in waves.

It was pointless to fight with the puppets when the puppet master invited you to meet her.

A feel like this part took forever. It's just the beginning of my spring break before I have another quiz and exam. So my break is just more studying, wonderful. My editor didn't need to do much considering the small size but I also feel like this wasn't the best of my work. I did write piece by piece every few nights when I got back home dead tired. I really can't wait for this semester to end…. But I'm also really excited to get started on the dinner with Ningguang! Taglist is always open!

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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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the death of a doctor // LTPF

summary: with the snow heir on the way, your first son, your father wants to meet with you for the first time in years. your husband is not going to let that happen.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. use of poison with intent to kill, murder. also this takes place ten years after they returned to the capitol!

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Your father is led through the extensive halls of the Presidential Mansion and out to the back gardens, into the rose garden where he is set to meet with you. Finally.

He's not met with you, and he should have anticipated that. His daughter, pregnant with her first child- a little boy, who should one day be heir to the President's fortune, born into a life of success and indulgences beyond imagination. Instead, he only sees his son-in-law.

"Please, take a seat." Coriolanus offers to him, a welcoming smile on his face as he gestures to the small tea table in the middle of the space. It was a fake smile, of course. Your father has seen it on the television or at events hundreds of times, but Coriolanus Snow would always try to be a good host- regardless of how much he loathed the guest in question.

"Thank you." Your father matches his polite grin, nodding to him before taking a seat. His eyes scan the greenhouse, taking in the abundance of roses and the patches of raspberry bushes that line the walls.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Coryo says proudly, carefully plucking one of the white roses from its stem to place in the centre of the tea table. "My wife takes good care of this garden, it's in honour of my Grandmother. They both love roses." He explains, not giving your father any chance to answer.

"It's lovely." He nods in agreement, watching as his son-in-law places the blooming flower in a vase on the table, sitting down himself and looking at your father expectantly. "Where is she?" Your father decides to get right to the point- no use dancing around it anymore.

"She's out." Coriolanus answers. "She's with Tigris. They're picking out colours for the nursery today."

"I was told I would be able to speak to her."

"I am capable of passing on a message."

Your father sighs, looking down and shaking his head. "Coriolanus, I appreciate everything you have done for my daughter over the years, I do, but that girl needs her family. Her parents. Especially right now. We just want to be able to support her during such an exciting and scary time."

"She has a family." Coryo defends quickly. He had never thought the situation to be scary, before. It was all excitement and parties and baby clothes and being together and enjoying the moments in which she carried his child. Suddenly, he's seeing it differently. His mother. His sister who was never even given a name. You were not free from that fate. He clears his throat. "And I assure you, she is well taken care of here. We have the best medical care the country offers available at the snap of my fingers." He says it more to remind himself.

"No, she doesn't." Your father argues, a smug smile tugging on his lips. She doesn't have him. The most renowned and desired doctor in the Capitol, in the country.

"She does." Coryo insists. "I know what you are implying, and I promise you are mistaken."

"I just want to make things right, Coriolanus." Your father adds. "I want to apologize so my wife can be there for the birth of her grandchild, so I can take good care of my daughter and ensure she is safe."

"She is safe."

Your father clocks the tenseness in your husbands jaw very quickly. "I know about your mother." His tone drops to make space for a fake form of empathy. "I knew her. She was an amazing woman and a wonderful mother. It's such a shame, what happened..." He ticks his head. "So easily preventable."

"Then where were you?" Coriolanus allows himself to lean into something more personal with the bitter question.

"I wasn't called. I wish I had been." Your father answers honestly. "Both of us know your family was in no position to pay for a doctor at the time, even with your father away working himself to death in Twelve."

Coryo chews on the inside of his cheek, looking down at the untouched drinks in between them.

"Maybe things would have ended differently for all of us."

"You speak as if you are some kind of angel." Coryo scoffs. "You still would have gone home from saving my mother and sister and beat your own daughter for being up past her bedtime, but you didn't come because my mother's life was worth nothing to you if you weren't going to be paid to save it." He picks up the teacup in front of him, taking a sip before removing it from his lips and looking down at the liquid. "My apologies, this one is yours. I asked for milk in mine." He says casually, carefully switching the cups. He can see it in your father's eyes he wants to fight with him on this.

"The war made it impossible to do any unpaid work, and like I said, I wasn't made aware of your mother's state. Besides, Y/N is my child, and you know nothing of what goes into being a parent. It is hard. You'll have moments of poor judgement and do things you will regret. You will make mistakes. That is all it was to me." Your father explains. "But I know better now. All I want is to help her."

"You don't want to help her." Coryo shakes his head. "I am telling you she has all the help she needs, and you are not needed. Your wife and son will be allowed in the mansion during the birth. It is my wife's choice when and if they will be allowed to see the child." He knew you would allow it, you occasionally had lunch with your mother and your brother found himself at the mansion quite often to use their library. They were welcome, he was not.

Your father takes a sip of his tea while he processes the information. "Is that her decision, or yours?"

"Like I said, I can pass on a message to her." Your husband replies, ignoring his question and popping one of the raspberries from the plate into his mouth and sitting back, hands placed patiently on his lap while he ignores the pain starting to bloom in his chest.

"Tell her..." Your father sighs. "That we love her, and we miss her dearly. And if she needs anything or feels unsafe, she can always come home."

"Unsafe?" Coryo asks, tilting his head with a slight, humourless laugh. "I know you don't care for me, sir, but I am the last person on this planet who would do anything to harm her. It seems you're not understanding that."

"I just want her to survive." Your father spits. "If you love her the way you say you do, don't you want her to be the one to successfully produce your heir? You would hate to have to find someone else, I know you would. Especially if the love of your life died in the same way as your mother, this time taking your child with her."

Coriolanus stands up abruptly, anger coursing through his veins alongside the poison as the chair slides back behind him. "You've never believed in her. Ever. Even now you assume that at the most natural struggle she will die. This is not about my doctors, it is about your ego and how little you respect your own child because of how you raised her. She has more fight in her than any woman I have ever met. You don't even know the extent of it."

"It's because I know her, Coriolanus. I..." Your father's voice trails off and he looks down at his shaking hands. He knows what Coriolanus has done, but there's nothing he can do to save himself now.

"You don't know her. You never have." Coryo argues. "You have never once reached out except to try and leach off of her success and my name. You couldn't care less if she lives or dies- you just want to be the one to deliver a royal baby. If you knew her, you would know that the last thing in the world she wants is to ever see you again."

He watches as your father's face goes ashen, the sentience behind his eyes disappearing. It brings a smile to his face. "You are a monster." He adds, and it's the last thing your father hears before he dies right there in your garden.

Coriolanus smiles in satisfaction, raising his hand and snapping for his security and his nurse to enter. Quickly, she reaches for his arm as he already rolled up his sleeve and she can inject the antidote.

"Dispose of him." He urges the security team, quickly pulling his red coat sleeve back over the injection site in his arm. "My wife will be home soon, this would be distressing for her. I need her as calm and comfortable as possible."

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stromblessed · 5 months

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Mizu's spectacles, and the levels of her disguise

In drafting some more Blue Eye Samurai meta posts, I find myself writing out the comparisons between what Mizu can and cannot hide about herself, and how that affects how she moves through the world.

Like, I get the jokes about Mizu's glasses, if only color contacts had existed back then, etc. etc., and I think (hope) that most viewers don't take the glasses jokes seriously, as in "I don't care about the suspension of disbelief because BES is a cartoon." But I wanted to write these thoughts out anyway without burying them in a text post about something else.

I think the points I'm going to lay out here are viewed very differently by different people, so please feel free to add to this post, reply, or put your thoughts in the tags!

Not only do Mizu's glasses not actually help her that much, there's surely more to Mizu's mixed race appearance than just the color of her eyes.

In my view, this was pointed out in episode 1:

I'm willing to bet most of us were expecting young Taigen to say "blue eyes," not "ROUND eyes."

Obviously this is still about Mizu's eyes, but not even spectacles can hide their shape.

I don't think the show is obligated to point out everything about Mizu's face that isn't quite as Japanese as the people around her expect. Though the creators have said that they specifically designed Mizu - and her clothes - to read both as "white" and as "Japanese," as well as both male and female. I think there's more about Mizu's features that read as "white" than just her eyes.

This is where my own headcanons start entering the picture, but it's my impression that people can just tell that Mizu looks different, whether or not they can put a finger on exactly how.

There's the little girl who looks at Mizu and then hides on the way into Kyoto:

When there's more to your face you'd like to cover up than just your eyes, big hats are a big help!

By the way, most of these examples have to come from the first half of the season, since by the second half, either Mizu is too preoccupied with fighting henchmen, or everyone Mizu is facing knows who she is already, and she therefore has no reason to hide her mixed race identity.

It's worth mentioning that the mere fact that Mizu has to hide multiple aspects of her identity - her mixed race and her sex - results in her having to choose clothes that really, really cover her up, which doesn't win her any favors either:

(Zatoichi reference, anyone?)

If it were as easy as, for example, tying her glasses to her head and wa-lah, nobody would ever know she was half-white - then (1) Mizu would've just done that long ago, and (2) Mizu wouldn't be so on guard and on tenterhooks 100% of the time the way she's depicted in the show, even when her glasses are on.

Her spectacles sure don't help her in the brothel, which is full of observant women who are trying to seduce her, meaning they get good long looks at her:

Mizu never takes her glasses off, but they still send a woman to her who has light eyes, thinking that must be what will interest a blue-eyed man:

No wonder Mizu gets mad after this, lol

So Mizu never takes her spectacles off in the brothel, it's dimly lit inside, and the women can still tell that she has blue eyes. I'm getting the sense that Mizu putting on her spectacles isn't a guarantee that people suddenly can't tell that she looks different.

And yet no one spots that she's female.

Mizu can hide her breasts, can wear her hair in the right style, can hide what's between her legs, can walk and talk and behave like a man - and she's been doing it for almost her entire life, to the point that not only is she very good at it, but the threat of being found out as female is deadly, but isn't presented in the show as omnipresent.

Let me explain.

She threatens Ringo for nearly saying the word "girl" out loud, because while she's constantly ostracized for being mixed race, being a woman traveling without a chaperone, carrying a sword, and disguised as a man will get her killed or flogged or arrested or some combination of these things.

But in addition, it's been drilled into her since she was a child that if she is discovered as female, the combination of her being mixed race and female will identify her as someone extremely specific, someone known to some bad people, and she will be killed:

I think of it as Mizu thinking to herself, "Being found out as mixed race means I'm treated badly. Being found out as mixed race and a woman means I'm dead."

Mizu's hair is cut as a child. But she isn't made to wear a big hat, or cover her eyes somehow, or anything like that. Because hiding her sex is a more successful endeavor than hiding her race.

Ringo finds out she's female by accident, but once Mizu accepts the fact that he won't rat her out, she relaxes pretty early on in the season. Because the threat of being found out as female is mitigated pretty much 99.9%, since Mizu has gotten so good at being a man. And also, because most of the time, people see what they want to see. Even if Mizu's face makes her stand out as "not 100% Japanese," no one in the world of BES looks at Mizu's clothes, her bearing, her sword, hears her voice, and will ever in a million years conclude that she is a woman, because expectations around gender roles in the Edo period were so rigid and so widely enforced.

One detail that proved this to me is after the Four Fangs fight:

Ringo takes off Mizu's clothes so he can stitch her up, then leaves her clothes off even after he's done. He doesn't even throw her cloak over her as a blanket or anything. There's a little a straw (pallet?) as a divider there on the left, but anyone could just peek around it and see Mizu and her chest bindings. (I think it's mostly there as a windbreaker.)

And Taigen is right there, but he doesn't give a shit:

Opinions probably vary hugely on this, but my impression is that because the show doesn't make any kind of deal about Taigen being in the room with Mizu here, my guess is that Mizu isn't in any danger of Taigen thinking she's female. Even when I watched the show for the first time, I assumed that Taigen had seen Mizu out of her clothes here, and that he thought nothing of it.

Eat your heart out, Li Shang (Mulan 1998). I actually do think that this scene is a direct and purposeful side-eye to that movie, lol

There's obviously some nuance to how "severe" being mixed race is compared to how "severe" being a woman is for Mizu:

After all, Swordfather can't bear to listen to Mizu confess to being a woman.

So a Japanese man can go wherever he wants, whenever he wants in BES. A Japanese woman has limited options: marriage, religion, or a brothel. A mixed-race man is an eyesore in this story. A mixed-race woman is a death sentence.

May as well eliminate the female aspect, and do what you can about the mixed-race aspect. Because that's just realistic.

Meaning Mizu can avoid the strictures Edo society places on women. But she can't avoid the repercussions that come with being mixed race. And I truly don't think that it's just because "there's no brown contacts yet."

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idk if u accept asks like this but what do u think would be svt thoughts/reactions to u scratching up their back during sex???

just a random random thought LOL (thank u sm!! please feel free ignoring this if its not vibing)

svt + scratches on their back

tags: smut ..,, sort of (18+),

a/n: ngl i miss doing ot13 reactions to stuff like this so!! so glad that u requested :3

seungcheol: not a surprise but seungcheol absolutely loves it. he's obsessed with it, even. like takes pictures of it in the mirror after you fuck when the marks are still raw and red and fresh. it's part of the reason why missionary is probably his favorite position ... and i feel like cheol would shower you with money just so you can get your nails done perfectly sharp enough to rake into his back every time you guys fuck.

jeonghan: the only who i think is truly indifferent. it doesn’t bother him nor does he feel like it adds anything but he figures if you like it he’ll let you do as you please

joshua: i feel like he's also indifferent, but sometimes he'll use it as an excuse to be a little mean ... "aw baby can't keep her hands to herself ..,, might have to tie you up"

jun: loves it because of the pain. hear me out but he thinks your nails digging into his back adds onto his own pleasure from the sensation alone, but he's also a little shy about that fact and so just makes it a point to fuck you as hard as he can so you scratch his back involuntarily.

soonyoung: a mix of jun and joshua. he doesn't care too much for it, but occasionally the sting is pretty pleasurable ...,, other times he might use it as an excuse to pin your hands above your head

wonwoo: i actually think he's one of the few members who does not like getting scratches on his back because when he is being dominant, he likes have full control !! and that includes dictating where your hands get to be and what they get to do. although, wonwoo thinks it's cute when you get so lost in pleasure that you forget about his rules and can't help but scratch his back ...,, makes it a point to punish u for that and he always enjoys that

jihoon: secretly judges his self reflection of well he fucked you based on how messed up his back is after every round. loves every single mark.

seokmin: isn't a huge fan of the feeling while getting them—the sting kinda hurts, however he loves how scratches look afterwards ...,, admires himself in the mirror a lot when you leave loads of marks

mingyu: likes them a decent amount. he no strong opinions on it, if you like it, then he likes it. sometimes the feeling of you giving them eggs him in a bit more and boosts his ego

minghao: i feel like he doesn't really care about the pain while it's happening, and might even like that you get so lost in pleasure that you end up digging your nails into his back, but he doesn't like how the scratches sting afterwards so he probably asks you to hold off on the claws when you fuck

seungkwan: enjoys it occasionally, but other times he might straight up ask you to stop and oil / massage his back afterwards, and help him treat the marks with ointment

vernon: he wasn't the biggest fan at first but he didn't tell you to stop because it seemed like you liked it ..,, it eventually grew on him and he would never admit it to anyone but he really started to enjoy the sting while fucking, along with the view of his back all red and raw with scratches afterwards

chan: likes showing it off more than the actual process of getting the scratches to be honest. i have this feeling that the first time you scratched his back while fucking, chan was kinda surprised and, leaning into his more dominant side, wanted to make sure you didn't do that again ..,, but soon he grew to appreciate how the scratches were a sign of how good he's fucking you .,,

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Your blog and headcanons are living in my brain since i got here, and i just want to say, thank you, i love your work 💕 also, i saw this in other posts (i was in the monster fucker side and end up in the lover side, but im not complaining) about demon relantionship dynamics and i have a question, who of the demons do you think would use an accesory made of something of MC?

TW: blood and hair being used as accesory, demon dynamic being a little disturbing.

Like imagine if with magic MC (safelly) could make jewells with their blood, or in a more victorian way, maybe a bracelet with a lock of their hair. In my mind there would be Satan and Barbatos who have the jewellry always on them but are discret, and then there is Mammon and Asmo who show whatever MC gave them with pride.

Thank you so much anon!!!♡ It's messages like these that keep me motivated, I'm honored!!! 🥰 I hope you don't mind I changed it to just items with blood 😎 I was gonna keep this short originally but ended up getting carried away. This was seriously SO fun to write! I rly think they all would!

Giving Them An Item With Your Blood (Obey Me!)

Tags: Blood, Fluff, Demon Bros, Barb, Dia, GN!Reader, HCs

Lucifer: "Hm? It's from ___."

If someone happens to catch a rare glance at it & are curious enough to ask, he has no problem proudly answering he got the bloody vial necklace from you. He's not shy or ashamed about it, but prefers to keep it between you & him. It usually stays well hidden behind his high collared shirts. Sometimes when he's at home in his office & shirt unbuttoned, he will fidget around with it while doing paperwork. He loves it but won't ever tell you or anyone else how very attached to it he is. ♡

Mammon: "This one!? Not up for betting, scram!"

When isn't Mammon flashy??? The day you gave him the ring filled with some of your blood was basically the day you got married (in his mind) & he went around showing everyone. Of course some of his buddies asked if he'd bet it for a chance at clearing his debt but even that's one bet Mammon refused. He has a ritual of kissing his ring everyday, he thinks of it as his good luck charm even when he's actually having a bad day. He makes you kiss it to add extra luck (love) to it too. ♡

Levi: "I will guard this with my life."

Let's be honest, he doesn't care what it is & would wear/take whatever you give him. Your hairbrush? He will cuddle it.

When you presented him a blood vial bracelet, he got all teary eyed & nearly fainted from excitement. It easily became his most prized possession, he takes such good care of it. He wears it openly & you can see him fidget around with it when he gets anxious. Sometimes he will lightly rub or hold it against his cheek, calming him down when he's overwhelmed. ♡

Satan: "That's what you get for touching things that aren't yours."

His smile was radiant, blinding. Satan's gift is unique just like him & he appreciates the thoughtfulness of a handmade blood infused bookmark. It's one he takes care of & makes sure it doesn't get lost in the mess of his room. He did curse it (you'll get a hand burn) so no one else can touch it except you & him. From time to time he gets distracted by it when reading. He wants to ask if you'll attach a blood charm to the end of it too. ♡

Asmo: "My outfit isn't complete until I put this on!"

He squealed, cried, & wouldn't let you go for the entire day after gifting him the little box of jewelry. He went on to rub it in everyone's faces & showed it off on all his socials. The main gift was a gorgeous charm, the blood swirled, glittering inside. You made sure he could pop the charm into the ring, necklace, or bracelet you also gave him in the box. He was impressed you went to such lengths just so he could always choose how to wear it each day. Even if it was a single piece though, he would've worn it no matter what, even if it "clashed" with his outfit. ♡

Beel & Belphie: "We promise to never take it off." "You promise too ___!"

The twins immediately pulled you into bed & cuddled with you, happily accepting their gifts. You gave each a pendant, a sun for Beel & a moon for Belphie, the middle of each pendant holding your precious red liquid. You even got a star pendant for yourself to match with them although your pendant remained empty; something they noticed quickly. They happily offered up their own blood; they never minded sharing as long as it's with you. ♡♡

Barbatos: "I'm...at a loss for words, thank you."

He kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the golden pocket watch you gave him. He handled it delicately, admiring the ancient designs etched onto it before opening it. It was a gorgeous watch, one of the inner side walls swirled beautifully with your blood. He enjoyed the hidden surprise inside for his eyes only. Truly, he was moved by your gift & made a mental note to give you something in return. ♡

Diavolo: "An absolute treasure this is."

He gave you a tight hug, nearly cutting your air supply off. He's received many gifts throughout the years but the custom pen you gave him was now at the top of the list. Only a see-through compartment of the pen held your blood, floating around. The actual ink inside the pen was regular but refillable for permanent use. He found himself smiling a little more even when filling out the piles of paperwork on his desk. It also finally fixed his habit of losing pens, making sure he always has it on him for quick signing (& Barbatos thanks you for it). ♡

Also I like to think that if they really miss you, they'll hold their object close to their nose to get a whiff of your scent ♡ alakskfgllsskfkg

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sonamytrash · 1 month

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Nothing exciting

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Tags: Levi x Reader, pregnancy, secret pregnancy, Fluff, Krista is a cutie.

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The mess hall was a cacophony of clanging silverware and low conversations, the air thick with the scent of fried onions and meat. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Ymir, Reiner, and Krista sat at their usual table, their eyes trained on you and Levi, who were sitting a few tables away. They had been watching you both ever since they had seen the scene at the stables, and now they couldn't help but wonder how long it had been going on for. The group had spent the better part of the last few days speculating about the nature of your relationship, with each member offering their own unique theories.

There was you, with your playful demeanor and unabashed affection. It was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise stuffy environment. And Levi? Well, he was the strong, silent type; the rock upon which the survey corps relied.

The interactions between the two of you were fascinating to watch. Even the most casual of glances or gestures seemed to carry a weight of meaning that the others didn't quite understand. The way you both would sneak a touch or a quick brush of fingers against each other's arms as you passed one another, was enough to send the more observant scouts into a frenzy of speculation.

Sasha leaned in, her voice low but curious. "I wonder if they've been hiding this from us all this time," she mused. "They've always seemed so close, but I never would have guessed..." She trailed off, lost in thought.

As they continued to watch, Krista couldn't help but smile whenever she saw you both stealing a moment of privacy, or when Levi would blush and avert his gaze at one of your more forward advances. The air seemed charged with an electricity that was palpable even from across the room. Her curiosity getting the better of her, "Do you think they've been dating long?"

Reiner shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hard to say, really. They've always been pretty close. You remember, back when we first joined up? They were inseparable even then." He turned back to his meal. "It would be reasonable to assume they have been hiding it all this time."

Armin, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, piped up. "I heard they grew up together in the underground," he said, his tone thoughtful. "They must have some pretty deep history between them, and their reasons for keeping things quiet, it isn't unusual given the nature of this line of work for them to be cautious."

Mikasa couldn't help but wonder how you must feel during the times when the scouts were beyond the walls. It was one thing to be apart for a few days or weeks, but when the missions lasted for months at a time. The thought made her heart ache for you just a little.

Ymir decided to chime in with a suggestive joke. "There must be something about the miserable bastard that makes her like him. Maybe he's packing." she says suggestively, earning a few chuckles from the others. "You guys are at the stables this afternoon, right? You'll have to tell us if anything exciting happens." She adds, looking over at Krista and Armin.

The mess hall emptied out, and the scouts went about their business. Some to train, others to muck out the stables or tend to the horses.

You were in your element when you were around the horses. You had a way with them that was both gentle and firm, earning their trust and respect without fail. The soldiers looked up to you, admiring your knowledge and your dedication. You were strong, capable, and unapologetically yourself.

Which is why it seemed so unusual when Hange stopped by and told you to be careful around the horses, "Don't push yourself too hard and to make sure to gave the soldiers more work to do." Their words were softly spoken, meant only for you, but they carried weight nonetheless. Krista and Armin overhead the conversation and quickly averted their gaze, looking at one another with the same questionable look. Hearing you insist that you were fine and not to worry. It wasn't long before the captain himself made an appearance, walking straight over to you, his expression softening but still relaying something that only you seemed to understand as you sighed at him, leaving the stables.

After mucking out the stalls and exercising the horses, Krista was keen to hop into the showers. As she turned the corner, she let out a sigh of frustration as she approached the bathroom door, an out of order sign taped to it. Her heart sank. "Great," she muttered under her breath. The alternative facilities weren't as nice or warm as the main showers they would have to do. With a sigh, she decided to brave the less-frequented bathroom at the other wing end of the building.

As she approached the familiar bathroom door, she could hear muffled sounds coming from within. Curious, she placed her ear against the wood, and she heard someone retching violently, followed by the sound of someone vomiting into the toilet. She quickly knocked on the door. There was no reply, so she knocked again, a little harder this time. "Excuse me, are you okay in there?" She asked, concerned.

The sound of the door swinging open made her jump. Your face was pale and clammy, "Oh, hi Krista," your voice soft. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here. The water in here is always cold, you know that, right?" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

Krista swallowed hard, her heart still racing. "Are you okay?" she asked concerned, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldnt help but notice that you were wearing your casual clothes, and the faint outline of a bump was visible beneath your shirt. Her eyes widened, the conversation between you and Hange at the stables, the captains attitude towards you still doing strenuous activities all made sense very quickly.

You smiled at her realisation, "Well, I'm not feeling my best right now, but I'll be fine." You paused, leaning against the door frame. "And I guess this means the cat is out of the bag." You chuckle to yourself.

"Look, Krista, there's something I need you to promise me." Your voice taking on a gentle but serious tone. "You can't tell anyone about this, you understand?" You gestured to your midsection, your fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt. "My uniform just about hides it for now, I know it won't be long before it's too obvious. But it would just be easier to keep things quiet for as long as possible. You know how it is around here, people talk." You explain.

Krista nodded. "I-I won't say anything, I promise." She bit her lip, feeling both honoured that you trusted her with the information, still completely shocked.

"Thank you, Krista." You reply relieved, "I don't know what I'm going to do. The survey corps isn't exactly known for its family-friendly policies." Your brow furrowed, and you ran a hand through your hair, tugging at the roots as you let out an exasperated sigh.

Krista nodded understandingly, not used to seeing you like this. Her usual passion began to shine through in an effort to be supportive and positive about the situation. A baby was surely a wonderful thing. "I'm sure there's got to be a way to make it work. You're a valuable member of the team. We need you here! and I'm sure Captain Levi will do whatever it takes to make it all work out to-" She bit her lip, hesitant before continuing, realising she had just assumed Levi was the father, confirming your previous comment about how people gossip around the headquarters. "It is Levi's, right?" She asked, blushing furiously, her voice barely above a whisper. Your face lit up, and you smiled at the mention of Levi's name as you let out a small giggle.

"Is it that obvious, huh?" You ask, slightly embarrassed that your relationship with the captain seems to have become common knowledge, you had both done such a good job of hiding it for so long. "That's one of the reasons I need you to keep it between us. You know how he is." You say, rolling your eyes playfully "He can be a real pain about our private life. Hange knowing makes him nervous enough." You chuckle.

Krista smiles sweetly and nods, "How did Captain Levi take it?" she finally asks, her voice curious, the question was burning in the back of her mind and she knew if she didn't ask now, she would never find out. The smaller details and intricacies of your relationship were fascinating to her. Having watched from afar all these months.

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, it wasn't like you had been able to share this news with many people. "He was... surprised, at first," you chuckled. "But once he got over the shock, he was actually really happy. He's been so supportive, you know? I know he doesn't come accross as the fatherly type, but I know... I know he'll be a great dad." You said affectionately, resting a hand on your small bump. Krista smiled brightly, reaching out to take your other hand and squeezing it lightly.

"Congratulations, that's amazing, really! And a little scary, too, I imagine." She said thoughtfully. "But when you're ready, everyone will support you. Of that I'm certain." She said in an effort to reassure you. You smiled at her "Thank you, Kris. I appreciate it."

The next morning, as the group walked past the stables, Krista saw you sat down, leaving the more strenuous tasks to the cadets, Levi by your side drinking tea quietly, keeping an eye on you no doubt. You smiled sweetly as your eyes met hers, and you gave her a knowing wink. She smiled back at you, Ymir raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?" Krista shook her head, "Nothing exciting."

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the-kr8tor · 2 months

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hihi!! I hope you're having a great day and a new year!

I have a small fic request (u can take it any other forms u want, all up to you!) Can I request a fic where reader asked Hobie if he would rather elope instead of a normal wedding? Since he doesn't like the idea of getting marriage (My hc by the way). Eloping is still kinda like a wedding but just the two of them! No loud music, not alot of money spent etc etc! U can write on how they would do it!

(also I'd like to imagine this is them getting 'enganged' before having the twins HEEHHEHEHE) (i hope this isn't too much) (i would love to see on how you'd write this!!)

reader can be gn or FEM btw :)

Thank you for the adorable request 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Brown/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: No use Y/N, no specific description of the reader (r is mentioned wearing makeup though), lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Hobie watches you sing with the band that's currently playing further away on stage. He dragged you out behind all the crowd so you could properly enjoy the concert without getting elbowed by someone. He doesn't mind standing that far from the stage since he gets to see you dance unabashedly when there aren't a lot of people this far back.

The music isn't that loud from where you're both standing, helping Hobie hear your singing, providing a front row seat to your very own concert. He thinks you deserve top billing from how you belt out the lyrics.

The strobe lights illuminate your face, lighting up your best features, add it up with the moonlight shining directly at you like your very own spotlight, he can't get his eyes off you, lips softly smiling, fondness seeping out from his pores.

You feel his stare before you feel his featherlight touch atop your arm, knuckles brushing on your skin, goosebumps spreading through them like fire.

Grinning at him, you wipe sweat off your brow, guessing the summer heat has probably melted all of your makeup, thinking that you look worse for wear.

“Yeah, Hobs?” He once hated that nickname but with you saying it, it might as well be his given name. He loves it if it's you who says it.

Hobie has never seen you look so beautiful even with your mascara running down your cheeks. He's seen you at your worst, loved you more through it, and will continue to love you through your best too.

He loops his pinky around yours, clammy hands meeting equally clammy skin. He blames the weather for the lack of physical affection, if it weren't for the heat he'd be embracing you like a boa constrictor, taking your breath away without devouring you for dinner of course.

“You okay? You look like you're about to pass out. Do you want to sit down for a minute?”

His next words shocks you both.

“I have no idea where we go from here.”

“What?” You chuckle nervously. Maybe you should've worn waterproof mascara. “What are you saying, Hobie?” You forgo his pinky, opting to hold both his hands instead.

Your frown tells him he should've thought this through.

“Sorry,” he laughs shakily, none of the usual Hobie charisma you're used to. “I meant, fuck this is hard.” he's sweating, why did he decide to wear leather vest and heavy boots in this heat? He blames the weather for his shortcomings.

Your heart falls in your stomach. “Are you…are you breaking up with me?” words barely strung together with your tongue tied up.

“What? No!” Hobie backtracks in a split second. “No, love, that's not what I meant.” shaking his head, he removes his hands from yours, deepening your frown.

In an attempt to fix his blunder, he cups your face, thumbs rubbing just under your eyes, spreading the dark ink all over your skin. He definitely needed to think it all through.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks, mascara running with the wetness, turning you into one of the heavy metal band mates that played a couple hours ago.

“Shit!” He roams his face around the concert hall, not knowing how to fix the situation.

“What did you really mean, Hobie?” You sob, balling his shirt in your hands tightly.

Hobie inhales and exhales, collecting his thoughts properly. “We're living together.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, confused.

“We clearly love each other.”

“You're just stating the obvious.” you pause your weeping when he groans in frustration. “What is happening?”

“I–” his next words surprises you more than him. “I wanna fuckin' marry you, love.”

You blink rapidly, tilting your head, utterly flabbergasted. “Huh?”

“That's what I meant with ‘I have no idea where we go from here.’” he sighs, facepalming, pursing his lips. “I want to take another step forward with you, but fuckin' hell I hate the bloody pomp and circumstance of it all.” A smile spreads across your face with every word he says.

Did he just ask for your hand in marriage?

“At the same time I don't think we have to marry just so people would know how committed we are to each other.” He's rambling and you smile wider through mascara filled tears. “Not to mention the fuckin' government knowing about all of it, seriously, why can't they just mind their own business about—”

“Hobs,” it's your turn to hold his face, he stops speaking, his chest heaving, eyes glued to you. “Let's elope then.” Hobie mentally conks himself right on the head for not thinking that. “just us, no two hundred guests, no thousands of pounds needed for the ceremony, no stuffy officiant. Just us and our vows.”

Hobie laughs at himself before he places his head on your shoulder, he can't believe he just asked you to spend the rest of your life with him.

Nosing your neck, he embraces you fully, swinging you slightly to the music that's definitely not for slow dancing. Holding on to him, you kiss his hairline, tracing it with your lips.

While Hobie recuperates from his blunder, you on the other hand feel like you're about to burst out of the seams, flooding the entire venue with your love for the man before you.

After the song ends and they announce the new act, with the roar of the crowd Hobie has one last thing to add.

“Let's do it now.” Hobie lifts his head, facing you in all your glory, heart shaped eyes staring at him affectionately, face aglow with so much love that Hobie can feel it flowing directly to his chest. “Let's elope right now, say our vows, we don't need an officiant to declare us married when the band corroded coffin works just as fine.”

“With a few hundred witnesses and a cover band as our wedding singers?” You loop your arms around his neck, linking your fingers together just to hold him closer. Nodding, you can't help but giggle. “Sure, let's do it right now.”

“You first.” Hobie thinks he chose right.

“Nu-huh, you asked, you go first.”

With a joking huff and a thumping heart, he eggs you on.

“I think the bride goes first.”

“Yeah? You've been to a ton of weddings?”

He laughs, the sound is better than the band playing in the background. And in that musky concert hall, underneath the stars and strobe lights, you do your vows.

“Okay, I'll go first.” You clear your throat, hands shaking not from nerves but from excitement. “I vow to always mend your wounds when you get home.” He smiles, eyes shining with unshed happy tears. “But I can't promise that I won't complain and nag you the entire time.”

Chuckling, you continue. “I vow to always be understanding, and to love you until I'm six feet under ground and even then I'd continue to love the shit out of you, Hobart Larry Brown. Even love your government name.”

Hobie can't help in anymore so he leans in but you stop him with your hand shielding your lips.

“You're horrible.” His words lack venom, all love and endearment pointed at you.

“I just vowed to love you unconditionally and you call me horrible?” Your words are muffled that he barely understood it. Yet he still pecks the top of your hand, to satisfy his need to kiss you. “You're not allowed to kiss me, not until we finish our vows.”

He rolls his eyes comically and you laugh. Your lips hurt from all the smiling.

Face hot, (not from the weather) you wipe his cheek free from sweat, leaving your hand to grasp his face. You hope it's enough to convey how utterly in love you are with him.

“My turn?”

“Mm-hmm”

Hobie inhales, he has fought a bunch of villains who wanted to end him but asking you if you want to marry him has him more terrified than facing green goblin. He's exhausted just from that. But he's more than ready to do this, to make his vows. It's only you isn't it? The love of his life who's currently staring at him warmly.

He's glad you agreed to elope, he can't imagine doing this in front of a hundred guests.

“I vow to always come home even when I'm beat up and bloodied. I'll crawl just to get to you.”

If your makeup wasn't ruined before it's properly ruined now with how much tears you're letting out. A few people look at you two weirdly.

“I vow to make time for you, I'd sacrifice sleep if you ask me.” He whispers the next line. “I'm serious. That's how much I love you.”

You laugh through the tears, gripping his collar, it might look like you're about to beat him up but you're actually holding back from snogging the shit out him.

“I promise to love you as long as you let me.” Hobie takes one of his rings off his finger, a favourite of his, a promise to you. The word wife slips his tongue and it has you almost fainting.

That got you and now you're sobbing your heart out. But after a beat, he lifts your face by your chin to let him look at you, he's right, he chose the right one.

“How does forever sound?” you manage to let out, lips still wobbly.

“Perfect. Forever sounds bloody perfect.” He leans once again, this time you don't stop him.

“You may kiss the sweaty bride.” You laugh and you kiss your husband.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #hobie fluff #hobie x reader #fanfic #spiderpunk

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akkaweo-akkaweo · 11 months

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Caught in the Act

Park Jihyo x Hirai Momo x M!reader

Tags: smut, !mommy kink, slight humiliation, titfucking

WC: 1.7k

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Being a cameraman on a TWICE performance stage was always a challenge for you and the team. That was nine fancams you each had to deal with; it's a good thing they each have unique features that make it easy to tell them apart.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits. With the intensity she danced with, it's difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, but this isn't your first rodeo, and you've gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

This time, however, while preparing for the set, Jihyo calls in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It's no secret even seasoned teammates would be in awe of her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group. But if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second. Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn't make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols' chests barely staying in place with their particularly popping-focused choreo.

You snap back to reality as the director calls for the cameras to start rolling for the actual performance, but the thought never leaves you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

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You sit in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone cameera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE's best dancers practically showing off more than their skills.

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you.

"Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I'll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time."

"Yes, thank you manager-nim! Momoring, help me out here."

Panicked, you try to hide behind a nearby couch, but the door swings open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

"Ai kkamjagiya! We're so sorry for disturbing!" Jihyo exclaims.

Momo butts in, "But since you're here, can you help us out? Jihyo left behind an earring in this room and we're trying to find it, since we have to return it to the company."

Nervously, you nod your head, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two. After about ten minutes, as they check the dressing area, you sift through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into and found the earring. Guess you would've been spotted either way.

"Here you go, sorry for bothering you," you say.

"Thank you so much! I'm not quite sure how to return the favor, but I'm sure we'll catch each other on another stage, I hope?..." Jihyo trails off.

"Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea," Momo smirks as she holds your phone in her hands, unfortunately still unlocked at a freezeframe of both of them. Shit.

"So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, wouldn't it?," Jihyo adds.

"Don't worry. You helped our leader, so I won't tell on you. But unfortunately, we're still gonna have to punish you," Momo says, walking towards you, her eyes focused on your pants. She makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked.

"What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Well, we'll let you do that as our thanks..." Momo says.

"I like how you think, Momo," Jihyo adds. "But, as your punishment, you're not allowed to cum. If you do, we have your phone and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let's see how long you last." Jihyo puts their song from earlier on speaker as they start taking off their hoodies, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

You're forced to watch Jihyo and Momo feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare and massaging them almost as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

"Yah, who said you could slow down?," Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits. "Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy. I guess you should call us your mommies now then, baby boy?," Momo added.

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat starts beading up on your forehead and back. But you recognize the bridge of the song, and you feel like you have just about a minute left to hold it in.

"Oh, almost done already? You're not getting away that easy. Momo, over here," Jihyo says, and Momo releases you from her suffocating grasp.

Suddenly, you feel a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them start jerking you towards their racks, practically lined up for you.

"You're good," Jihyo remarks, "just a little longer and we'll let you cum."

"Hold it in for us, won't you? We don't want to end this quite yet," Momo adds.

The final chorus starts and you're struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After what files like eternity, you feel an excruciatingly and numbingly long pause, as the music ends. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo breaks the silence, saying "Wow, you've been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over."

"Now for your actual reward," Jihyo says, adjusting their positions so that your still-twitching cock gets sandwiched between her tits, "how about you show us how you felt about our performance?"

Jihyo presses the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spits on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. "You're such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies," Jihyo adds.

She continues to titfuck you, occasionally teasing your tip which would crest out from between her chest. Momo, on the other hand, slowly starts to stroke you from beneath Jihyo's chest, gesturing to her that she wanted to have her turn. This time, Momo didn't need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, and your head most definitely stuck outside her tits, allowing her to leave her tongue out to tease you. Jihyo simply watches, keeping you aroused by running her fingers lightly across your abdomen and giggling everytime you shudder in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approach your limit. The two idols laugh, excited to see what you've been holding back.

"Are you gonna cum now? Don't worry, we have just the thing for you," Momo says. She pulls in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

"But first, you're gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you're about to make a mess?," Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it's-been has left you speechless, yet you manage to hiss through your clenched teeth, "Please... let me... cum..."

Momo taunts, "What's that? We didn't quite catch that."

"Please... let me cum... mommies..."

"Good boy," Jihyo chirps. "Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us."

It didn't take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to still drip down your sides. This didn't seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone comes from Jihyo's pocket.

"Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now," Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo takes a look at your phone and hands it back to you. "Don't worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks," she adds, giving you a wink.

"See you next comeback, baby boy," Jihyo purrs before the two leave you, a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.

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The next few days are absolute torture knowing you're unable to tell anyone about such a surreal experience. But one night, right as you get home and lay your shoes by the door, you receive two texts in order. To your shock, they come from two saved contacts you never saw before: "Mommy #1" and "Mommy #2".

Mommy #1's message read: "Hey baby boy ♥️ Surprise! We really can't forget what happened the other night. You seem like a good boy, so we wanted to offer you another game."

Mommy #2's message continues from the other's: "Our next stage is in 2 days. If you can guess who's who, maybe we'll give you another reward. ♥️ If you don't well... guess you're gonna miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

You take a big gulp.

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A/N: first time writing. sorry it's not imaginative enough just yet. hope you enjoy all the same!

also mohyo crumbs are literal molecules if only they had more shared moments

#kpop smut #girl group smut #twice smut #jihyo smut #momo smut #male reader

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acewritesfics · 4 months

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Mama Bear | Tommy Shelby

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Nora + Bess

Request: No but @runnning-outof-time's interest kept me encouraged and motivated to write it.

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: Swearing. Smoking. Threats being made. Inspector Campbell being a prick. Slight Grace bashing. Nora protecting her family and being a mama bear. Someone gets called a whore [hint: it's not Lizzie]. A six-year-old in the pub. Tommy and Nora's daughter's name in this is Elizabeth but she gets called Bess or Bessie. Also crayola crayons came out in 1903 but were invented in 1902, useless fact, I know...

Word Count: 1,971

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"Give Tommy and Elizabeth my love," Nora’s mother, Marion, tells her as she stands up to leave. "Hopefully I'll see you all at church on Sunday."

"You know I can't make any promises, mother," She says also standing up. "I'll make sure to give Tommy and Bessie your love," She adds as her mum pulls her in for a hug.

"I really wish you would stop calling your daughter Bessie," Marion sighs as she pulls away from her daughter.

"Don't start, we had such a lovely lunch together," She frowns at her, already felling annoyed at her mothers insistence to see them on Sunday.. "And you know she prefers Bessie over Elizabeth."

"I'll see you Sunday," Marion says ignoring what she said as she leaves the restaurant.

"I doubt it," Nora mumbles to herself as she picks up her purse. Sunday is hers and Tommy’s day where they solely focus on there daughter. No outside family or work. It’s just the three of them and it’s been that way since Bess was born.

As Nora goes to leave she sees someone who makes her blood boil in the worst kind of way. Walking over to him, her mind goes back to the events of the day before. Ada and Polly had taken Bessie and Finn to the park for a few hours and had been spotted by Inspector Campbell who grabbed Bessie's arm and threatened to have her removed from her's and Tommy's custody.

When Tommy and Nora arrived home from the races, a frightened Bessie ran up to them crying about a man telling Auntie Polly and Auntie Ada that he was going to take her away from them. When Polly explained to them what happened, Nora and Tommy were about to go murder the Irish inspector. But reassuring their daughter that mummy and daddy would never let that happen was more important.

Polly told them that she made sure he knew he was crossing a line and that she has their backs if something were to happen to him as well as threatening to cut his hands off if he touched her again.

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise, Inspector," she plasters a fake smile on her face as she sits across from him, sipping his tea.

He looks at her a little surprised. "Mrs Shelby, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"That's odd, since you've been following my family around since you've been here," she says trying to keep the venom from her voice. "I was just having lunch with my mother. I saw you on my way out and thought we could have a little chat."

"Don't you have to get back to that criminal husband of yours?" He says seeming anxious to get rid of her.

"Do you see a leash around my neck?" She asks him, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Why are you with a man like him?" he asks her. "He'll only get you and your daughter hurt, maybe even killed. He's bad news and you and Bessie," he ignores the glare she sends him when he mentions her daughters nickname. "Deserve better than that."

"You see, Tommy is a lot of things, Inspector," she begins. "But he's my husband and my daughter's father, first and foremost, and if you think for a second that you can turn me against him by saying all that, you should think again," she continues, leaning in closer and pointing the fingers that are holding her cigarette at him. "And if you continue to use my daughter as leverage in whatever game you're playing with him, you won't only have Thomas Shelby to worry about."

"Is that a threat, Mrs. Shelby?" he asks, visibly gulping. The bite in her words and fire in her eyes told the inspector she's a woman of her word and that if he didn't fear Tommy, he should certainly fear her. She was not only a woman protecting her husband but a mother protecting her cub.

"Oh no, darling," she leans back in the chair, crossing her legs, with one arm across her stomach while the other brings her cigarette back to her lips. She takes one last drag on her cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray on the table. Uncrossing her legs, she stands up from her seat. "Think of it as a friendly promise."

"We're not friends," he frowns up at her.

"And we never will be with that attitude," she scoffs. "But if you would rather I threaten you," she starts, as she moves closer and leans over him. "You touch my daughter again and it'll be the last thing you ever do."

She stands up straight and goes to step away from him when she turned back around. "And if I were you, I'd send Grace back to Ireland or to where the hell she wants to go. Would hate for something to happen to her when the other's finally see the truth about her."

"You know about Grace?" He looks at her surprised and a little worried for the blonde 'barmaid'. "Are you worried she'll steal your husband?"

"I know more than you think," she smiles. "If you think your blonde whore can steal my husband, you're a bigger fool than I thought. In fact you two are perfect for each other. Idiots, the both of you," she adds and pats his cheek. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Inspector."

Leaving the restaurant, she makes her way to the Garrison.

Nora enters the Garrison, finding only Grace behind the bar. She's leaning in close to the wall of the snug as if she's trying to listen in on whoever is in there. Nora knew it would be Tommy, Arthur and John since they were the only ones who used it. Rolling her eyes, she makes her way over to the bar.

"You might as well have your ear against the wall," she says startling the barmaid spy. "I'll bet I can guess what you're listening in on."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Grace tries to deny having being caught eavesdropping.

"Gosh, I really hope Bess isn't giving her dad and uncles too much trouble. That girl can be a handful when she wants to be. She gets that from her Uncle John," Nora smiles, this was her way of reminding Grace of where she stood. Not only was Grace unknowingly revealing her intentions for working there, she'd taken a liking to Tommy that was a little more than him being her and Campbell's target. "She has her Uncle Arthur's temper though. But then again all the Shelby's have that temper and they can hold a grudge well too. You really wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of them."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're trying to warn about something?"

"I would hate for something to happen to the pretty face of yours," she says not bothering to hide her intentions in her words.

"Look, I don't know-" she begins only to be cut off but the snug door opening and Tommy walking out.

"Hello, Love," he greets his wife, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "How was lunch with Marion?"

"It went well," she smiles. "She's invited us to church on Sunday. And just so you know, you missed."

"Did I?" he asks, a small smirk making it's way on to his lips. Taking her face in his hands, he plants his lips on hers, making sure to make a show of it. "Better?" he asks when he pulls away.

"Much better," Patting his chest, she moves past him into the snug. She's surprised to see Bessie's box of crayons and her sketchbook sitting neatly to the side. The little girl loves to draw and takes her drawing book and crayons every where she goes.

Looking at Bessie, she notices the little girl has playing cards in her hand and a stoic look on her face as she glances at her uncles sitting across from her.

"Please tell me you're not teaching our daughter to play cards," she says to Tommy as he stands next to her.

"Our dad started teaching us at her age," Arthur pipes up, his eyes furrowed in concentration as he looks between his cards and Bessie.

"Next we'll be off to the races, teaching her how to place a bet," John joins in.

"Remind me why I married into this family again?" she says turning towards Tommy who had moved to sit back down next to Bessie.

"Because you couldn't resist my charm," Tommy teases smiling up at her and pulling her onto his lap. "And aside from Bessie, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"And he knocked you up." John adds, snickering behind his cards.

"What does knocked you up mean, mummy?" the soft spoken voice of her daughter asks.

Nora sends a deadly glare towards John. "I'll explain it when you're older." She turns back to Tommy. "We should head home. I need to talk to you."

"Can't we talk here?" he asks.

"I caught her trying to listen in again," she says leaning in to whisper in his ear just incase Grace was standing there with her ear pressed to the wall again.

"I think it's time we take Bess home," Tommy announces to the room as Nora stands from his lip, picking up Bessie's crayons and book.

"But Uncle Arthur owes me £1," Bessie whines as she drops her cards on the table.

"I'll give it to your dad later," Arthur assures her as she shuffles off her chair.

"She'll hold you too it," Nora warns her brother-in-law from thinking that he can get away from paying his debt to his youngest niece. She helps the six year old into her coat.

The small family of three say their goodbyes and leave the Garrison, making their way home.

"Is she alright?" Tommy asks as Nora's arms wrapped around him from behind. She lets out a sigh as she nuzzles her face into his back. Bessie wanted to do some drawing in her bedroom when they got home so Nora had got it all set up for her while Tommy made her some tea.

"She's perfect," She answers not just talking about their little girls mood.

Bessie had been born just before the war was declared and Tommy and Nora were married not long before her birth. She was two months old when Tommy and her Uncles were shipped off to France. Every time when Tommy came back on leave she'd grown so much. He'd missed all her milestones but read about it in his wife, his sister and his aunt's letters. Bessie was four when he came home after the war ended and she attached herself to him as if he'd never been gone. She's a daddy's girl and has Tommy wrapped tightly around her finger.

After he came home, most nights he would spend in her bedroom, sitting on the floor, his back to the wall watching her sleep to remind himself he was safe and at home, that he still has something to live for when it gets too much to bare. His little girl is his guiding light. She's the one who pulls him out of the french tunnels when he finds himself back in them. When he's with her and Nora, the noises stop and visions of the dirty walls fade away.

So yeah, she's perfect.

"Are you alright?" He asks turning around in her arms, forgoing the tea he was making.

"I'll be better once Campbell and Grace are gone," she says looking up into his eyes.

"Not much longer now, my love," he tells her, leaning his head forward to press a kiss to hers. "You have my word."

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shoccolatine · 2 months

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purple.

⚘pairing: rafayel x gn!reader ⚘summary: for the first time, rafayel asks for your help with his latest painting. ⚘tags: sfw, oneshot, 2nd person POV, gender-neutral reader, fluff, mutual understanding, a lot of metaphors, blushy rafayel bc boy can BLUSH ⚘word count: 943 ⚘a/n: hi!! i started playing l&ds two weeks ago and i am HOOKED. rafayel is my favourite, and so i was inspired to try writing his voice! this is my first l&ds writing so thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy~!

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As usual, the door to Rafayel's home studio is unlocked. You push it open and slip inside, removing your shoes. The heat of your bare feet sticks against the surprisingly cool hardwood floor as you move into the room.

Rafayel is actually where you expect him to be for once, headfirst in a painting you haven't seen before. You sigh and get ready to settle in for a while, knowing how absorbed he gets when inspiration hits. He probably didn't even hear you come in. So it catches you off guard when he actually speaks first.

"Hey. Come over here," he says as he slides a thick, wet stroke of paint onto the canvas, never looking away.

You oblige without fuss, mainly because his tone is so airy and earnest that you feel being mischievous right now would go over his head. You stop next to him.

"What do you think?" He asks, still gazing at his work.

You puff air out your nose. "You're asking for my thoughts? That's a new one."

He finally looks at you then, his expression just as light and floaty as his voice had been. It's not a side of Rafayel that you're used to, but it's one you find most interesting—the one where he's so deep in artistic expression that he himself has become one with his canvas. An abstract impression of its own creator. A secluded forest monk reaching a state of nirvana like sunlight's warmth on his face.

You don't see it often, since he paints in solitude and you get him out of the house more than he bargained for, but it's the rare intrigue of it that makes this Rafayel all the more special.

"Just tell me," he says simply.

You finally take a good look at the artwork perched on the easel.

It's gorgeous and colourful, his trademark thick strokes, playful yet meticulous and reminiscent of sea foam, present a scene that is at once novel and familiar. It's significantly warmer than most of his other paintings, liberally using more reds and purples alongside his usual blues, as if plucked directly from a sunset.

Knowing Rafayel, if he could do just that, he would.

And yet, as lovely as it is, you can't help but feel like something's... off. The canvas is nicely underpainted, but the centre is dreadfully blank. The painting has no focal point.

"It's missing something," you point out. He hums a thoughtful "mhm" in reply, as if those were the exact words he was waiting to hear.

Suddenly, he turns the paintbrush on you. You realize, a bit delayed, that he's holding it out as an offering.

"I want you to add something to it."

"Huh? Me?" He doesn't respond right away, so you continue. "What would you want me to do?"

Rafayel shakes his head, but there's a gentle smile on his lips. "If I told you what to do, then I might as well just do it myself."

His smile remains as silence grows between the two of you, a silent invitation beckoning a leap of faith. You break his gaze to turn back to the canvas, the gaping void in the centre like an eye of the storm, pulling you in and yet blowing you in every direction. What could you possibly add to this piece that Rafayel couldn't?

"I thought you hated people messing with your work. This is a trick, isn't it?"

He shakes his head again, his soft messy purple curls tickling his lashes. "Kinda a lame trick. And annoying. I put a lot of hard work into this already, only for it to go to waste like that..." he says, and the pouty Rafayel you're more accustomed to is back. "Besides, you're not 'people'. You're you."

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"It means you know what this painting needs. You'll treat it well. You know my vision for it more than anyone else because, well... my vision is you." His voice trails down to a whisper.

You look at the painting once more, with new eyes. This painting... is you?

"Rafayel..." you say, unable to say much else.

He takes your hesitation gently, holding it like a hand and guiding it along, taking the reins and allowing you to find your footing again. "It looks different from my other pieces, right? I'm sure you noticed. That's because you make me different. Not like I've changed for you or anything, but more like... I've changed because of you. You know?"

"Um...? Not really," you reply sincerely.

He taps his chin thoughtfully. "You're red where I'm blue. And together, we make purple." He breathes out a laugh. "It sounds so simple when I put it like that. It's not that simple at all. Nothing about you is simple. You're annoying and loud and strong and everything I'm not, and yet somehow we blend together so well that I don't know how I was able to be content with being blue for so long. I want to be blue, and red, and purple. But only your shade of red will do."

He pauses, his ears a dark shade of the exact colour he speaks of. His eyes are pleading, as if saying 'understand me as I understand you', and before he can open his mouth to spout more abstract nonsense, you dip the brush in red—a perfect match to the hue blooming in his face. You are in this colour as much as he is.

"I think I know what to do now," you say, and your red splatters over his blue, mingling purple like summer plums, sweet and sour and bursting.

#love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel x reader #fics #i love him soso much......

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Rub Down

Changbin x Thick Female Reader

Word count: 4.8K

Synopsis: When your masseuse cancels on you last minute and Felix isn't handy, Changbin, disreguarding his crush on you, offers up his massaging services.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Did I write 4.8k words of thick reader trash in one day today... maybe. You gonna be upset about it? I don't think so! LMAO! Six down two to go! If you liked this one give it a reblog, like, comment, hit me up in my ask box. Your feedback fuels my writing so please, don't be shy! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating (a little), clit slapping, cock slapping (face/clit a little), spanking, spit play (a little), both dom/both sub dynamic (they switch although Changbin is the more dominant between the two), multiple orgasms/overstimulation, cum eating/cum play/cum shot, unprotected piv sex (use condoms please!), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, cream pie, pet names (baby, princess, good girl/ Bin, Binnie, handsome, etc), I THINK that's everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I will add it!

You were extremely thankful for your friends, but especially Seo Changbin. You had always been a bigger girl, even as a child. It was just your body type, your whole family was big, tall, stocky, chubby, so big surprise, you were too. You were very strong willed, also inherited from your family, and one of the many things you and Changbin had in common. Even being bigger, you were never very self-conscious about your body, everyone has an off day from time to time of course, but for the most part you loved your body. You were curvy and had a nice thick ass, big breasts, you thought your pooch was cute, but all that aside, recently you had made the decision to try and be a bit more active. You weren’t looking to lose weight, just tone a bit and have a little more energy. Who better to ask than your good friend Changbin, whose favorite past time was lifting heavy things for fun. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous, and you certainly wouldn’t mind him lifting your heavy ass for a little fun.

Changbin had been harboring a teensy crush on you for a while, so when you asked to tag along with him to the gym a few times a week he jumped at the chance to spend more time with you. You developed a routine easily. You did well with routine. Every other day you met Changbin to workout and your last workout day of the week you went to the masseuse and work out any knots you might have developed throughout your week. It was your routine... every week... except this week. About an hour into your workout with Changbin you got a text from your masseuse saying that she wouldn’t be able to get you in due to a family emergency. You groaned out when you read it and flopped back on the weight bench you had been using, sulking.

“What’s wrong?” Changbin walked over and saw you lying on your bench, your tight black shorts riding up slightly, more of your big silky thighs showing, your breasts were spilling from the top of your matching black sports bra. He spotted you when you grabbed the bar and started your last rep of bench presses. You grunted out as you pushed up.

“Guuh, I can’t get my massage todayaaaah... my lady cancelled on meughhh...” You lifted the bar one last time then secured the weights on the rack again and sat up, sweat dripping down your temples. Changbin tried to be respectful. He tried not picture the things he would kill to do to you, but it was hard between your noises and the way you were glowing from your workout. You pulled at your shoulder and dug your fingers into the muscles in your neck. You looked over your shoulder at Changbin who was staring at you.

“Hey!” He jumped snapping out of it.

“Do you think Yongbokie would give me a massage?” You asked hopeful. Changbin scrunched his face.

“He’s out of town this weekend.” You groaned falling back against the bench again, your full chest rising and falling as you caught your breath.

“Shit! Ugh! I was really needing one this week. I’ve been so stiff and sore. It’s only gonna get worse.” You pushed your sweaty hair out of your face and rested your arm across your eyes still catching your breath. When the idea popped in his head Changbin thought it was great and blurted it out immediately.

“Felix has shown me some things, I can massage you if that’ll help?” As soon as he said it, he regretted it for a multitude of reasons. What if he made you uncomfortable asking and you said no, what if you said yes?! Then Changbin would have to rub down your soft body and try to not get hard while doing so. You thought about it for a minute and then dropped your arm away from your face looking up at Changbin.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to Bin. I can just wait for her next available day or beg Felix when he gets home later this weekend.” Changbin tried to act as cool as possible while his heart threatened to punch it’s way out of his chest.

“No! No, it’s okay really, I don’t mind at all.” You groaned sitting up and then stood pulling at your shoulder again.

“Okie doke! Lead the way then Binnie!” You both collected your belongings and headed over to the dorm Changbin shared with your other seven friends. When you got there Changbin let you in and you both dropped all your gym junk in the living room.

“Should I lie down here or should we go to your room in case any of the guys come home and want the living room?” Changbin saw your lips moving but wasn’t registering the words coming out.

“Huh?” He asked when he finally came around.

“In here or your room Binnie?” He cleared his throat.

“Uhh my room I suppose...” You nodded and started walking back to where the bedrooms were.

“Probably the smarter option really.” You said as you turned around and saw Changbin still frozen in his place.

“Bin?” He looked up at you a little wide eyed and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are you coming or...”

“Of course, yes, I’m coming, right behind you.” His legs finally started to work and he followed you towards his room. When he walked in, he shut the door behind him.

“Bed or floor?” Changbin turned around quickly to find you looking at him waiting for your answer.

“I guess the bed would be more comfortable for you.” You nodded and walked over to his bed crawling onto it on your hands and knees your plump ass jiggling. Changbin willed his cock not to react but could already tell this was going to be trouble. You laid down flat on your tummy and the swell of your ass was full and firm. Once you had found a comfortable position, your head resting on your crossed arms you gave Changbin the okay.

“Alright Bin, work your magic.” Oh there was definitely some magic he’d like to work on you. Get your shit together Changbin, is what he told himself as he walked over and climbed on the bed, straddling your body and sitting on your ass.

“Uh, sorry if I’m squishing you.” You hummed.

“Hmm? Oh, no you’re fine, my ass is squishy so you’re not hurting me or anything.” He ignored that very accurate description of your butt and how it made him feel and grabbed the lotion off his nightstand.

“Oh! Will you unzip the back so that we don’t get lotion on my sports bra?” Changbin’s face was so red, he was ready to blow and could not be happier that you couldn’t see him, sitting there on your ass, blushing at the idea of opening your bra.

“O-okay.” Was all he managed to choke out before reaching for the zipper on the back of your sports bra and pulling down leaving your back completely bare to him. He grabbed the lotion bottle and pumped a healthy amount into his hand. He set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together warming the lotion up a bit before leaning forward and running his hands up your back and then over your shoulders squeezing and sliding his hands back down.

“UghhhmmmBin... that feels so good.” Changbin needed you to refrain from saying things like that. He could only keep his dick in control for so long and he could feel it starting to stir in his boxer briefs. The massage, your back, focus on you. That didn’t really help either, as his hands worked over the muscles of your glistening back. You continued with the small moans after every knot Changbin worked out. Every muscle loosened on you made his cock start to throb more as it swelled. No no no! He thought to himself. Do. Not! Get a hard on right now.

“Will you work deeper into my shoulders?” That meant he had to lean against you, his erection would definitely press against you if he did that. He slowly worked his way up your back, trying to get his dick to go back down. His firm hands gripped your shoulders and started kneading, his hard cock as expected was pressed against you, only getting harder every time he moved against you.

“Mmmmm deeper Binnie...” He pushed his fingers deeper into your shoulders and neck working at the last of your stiff muscles fighting the urge to rut into you as he did and really show you deeper. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You were moaning and a little breathless from the intensely deep massage Changbin was giving you.

“Mmmmdeeperuhhhhh!” You moaned out louder and he was certain that he was gonna cum on himself if you kept at it. Finally, you let out one last satisfied groan.

“Gahhh that is just what I needed Changbinnie. Thank you.” He softly ran his hands up and down your back as a cool down from the pain he’d put you through. You were acting completely normal; you must not have felt his dick pressing against your ass although he wasn’t sure how.

“No problem, really.” He jumped off your back and scrambled to the side of his bed, attempting to hide his erection from you. You sat up and knelt on the bed by Changbin.

“Binnie?” He hummed in response unwilling to look at you. Worried that one look into his eyes would give him and his stupid crush away immediately. You crawled up right behind him so closely he could feel the warmth of your body. You lifted the hem of Changbin’s shirt. He lifted his arms allowing you to pull it up and over his head, his upper body exposed to you. His firm, muscular back facing you. You wrapped your arms around Changbin hugging him from behind. You rested your head on his broad shoulder and he could feel your nipples and your bare soft tits pressed against his naked back.

“Changbin? Do you have any stiff muscles?” Your hands reached down his body and you palmed his hard cock over his basketball shorts, kissing across his broad shoulders. Changbin’s breathing was becoming more labored.

“Wh-what are you doing y/n?” He asked nervously.

“Giving you a massage Binnie...” You said innocently as you started stroking his cock over the fabric of his shorts, your big breasts and soft tummy squishing against him with every movement. More kisses on his shoulder and up his neck.

“Uh.. Um... w-why?” You got close to Changbin’s ear licked the shell and started whispering.

“I know you have a crush on me Binnie. I see how you always look at me. You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Changbin’s eyes closed as you jerked him off faster.

“I felt you pressing your big cock against me while you rubbed me down. Did you like touching my body?” Changbin nodded.

“Yes. F-fuck yes. I loved it!” You reached into his shorts and underwear. You softly ran the palm of your hand up and down his balls and shaft and as good as it felt, it gave him no real satisfaction yet.

“So hard Binnie! And leaking so much!” You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it behind him.

“Touch me Binnie, feel how fucking wet I am for you too baby.” His hand dipped past the elastic waist band of your gym shorts and when Changbin teased his fingers through your slit he felt how drenched you were for him. You moaned when he started teasing your clit.

“Spit on your cock for me Bin.” He leaned forward enough to spit on the head of his dick. You wrapped your fingers around him, spreading it up and down his shaft, then you started jacking him off from behind while he continued to reach around and play with your slick pussy.

“F-feels so good y/n, squeeze it harder please...” You did as he asked and squeezed him tighter as you stroked him, focusing on the head of his cock. The closer his orgasm got the faster his fingers teased your clit, rubbing your arousal against it harder and faster.

“Fuck! Binnie you’re gonna make me cum baby!” Your thick legs trapped Changbin, your body tensing around him as you came. The sound of you creaming on his fingers and the feeling of your whole body engulfing him from behind was sending Changbin skyrocketing towards his own climax. You stroked him faster, twisting your wrist, panting as you recovered from your orgasm.

“Spit on it again Bin.” He did so and you worked him faster, your hand making a squelching sound as you jerked off the tip of his cock hard, twisting.

“Cum for me Binnie... want you to jizz in your shorts for me, can you do that? Will you make a mess baby.” Changbin nodded, his whole body flushed, a slight sheen of sweat starting to form as his firm stomach sucked in and out with his heavy breaths. Changbin’s balls tightened and he started coming in his shorts like you’d asked, coating the material and your hand.

“Fuck! y/n oh fuck!” You slowly slid your hand up and down his cock smearing his cum then pulled your hand out and started licking it from your fingers. Changbin’s eyes followed your hand and when he saw you eating his cum off your fingers, he felt his dick twitch in his shorts.

“MMmm all better Bin?” Changbin gripped his cock over his cum covered shorts, rubbing, and hummed.

“Hmm still kinda stiff I think.” You cooed at him.

“Awww I’ll work it out for you Binnie. Take off your shorts and underwear and lay back for me handsome.” Changbin ditched the last of his clothes and laid back. You pulled your shorts down over your plump ass giving Changbin a good view of your slick pussy. Once you were completely naked, you got back on your knees between Changbin’s legs. You tip toed your fingers up his thick thighs towards his cock, making him twitch and leak more precum for you.

“Would you like it if I sucked your cock Bin?” He looked down at you with his lust blown eyes and nodded.

“Fuck yes! Please, suck me beautiful!” You gripped Changbin’s cock with one hand and licked him from base to tip.

“Mmm... you taste so good Binnie...” You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick gently sucking. You loved how vocal Changbin was for you.

“God yes, mmm fuck m-more, please!” You took more of him into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. His hands gathered your hair and held it up so he could see you slurping at his cock better. You popped off, looking up at him and started stroking his dick.

“It’s so big Changbin! I’m choking on it...” You swallowed him and did just that, choking and drooling down his cock before pulling off again, jerking him off faster. He pushed stray hairs away from your face as you looked up at him, tugging at his dick. Hand still gripping your makeshift ponytail.

“Are you gonna cum for me Bin?” He was panting as you started sucking his cock again hollowing your cheeks and gagging on him with your tongue out.

“Y-yes fuck! Gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum!” You deep throated him humming and pulled off again stroking him hard and fast.

“Go on Binnie cum, want to see you cum on yourself. Promise I’ll clean you up good baby.” You squeezed his balls as you jerked his cock. He twitched in your hand, his cum streaking across his firm stomach, pooling in the indentations of his abs. He jerked and shook as you stroked every drop of his cum from him, then as promised, started licking it off his body ‘cleaning’ him. Changbin continued holding up your hair while you licked his abs clean. When every drop of cum had been licked off, you crawled back up his body and kissed him, his lips overtaking yours in a fiery passion quickly. He flipped you and suddenly you were on your back with Changbin hovering over your full body. He squished and squeezed you as he started kissing and nipping down your jaw and neck. You were melting underneath him now when moments ago he’d been at your mercy. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

“You’re so cute taking charge like that, but don’t think just because I let you press my buttons that I won’t fucking destroy yours.” He kissed you hard as his hand started its journey down your cushy body in search of your plump cunt. Oh fuck you thought to yourself, this man was about to disassemble you one orgasm at a time. You were fucked and you were ready.

“Guess you’re gonna have to put me in my place, huh Binnie baby? Really show me who’s boss.” He smirked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh I intend to princess, don’t you worry.” He climbed down your body kissing his way down before burying his face in your cunt breathing you in. He looked up at you then spread your pussy lips apart, spit on your cunt and slapped your clit gently a few times before he started eating you out messily. He hummed and slurped and munched on your cunt as you squirmed on the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around your thick thighs and held your pussy against his face as he ate, savored, and devoured your cunt. Your first orgasm crept up on you, you started shaking as you came, feeling it through your whole body, moaning Changbin’s name as you gripped his fluffy, wavy, hair.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! B-Binnie I’m coming Fuck!” He kitten licked you through the rest of your orgasm. He was eye level with your pussy and could see your cum leaking from your cute, tight hole. He sat up and traced two fingers through it, pushing them inside you. You jumped when Changbin’s fingers brushed your g spot, your body still buzzing a bit from your last orgasm.

“Mmmm so wet for me.” Changbin started finger fucking you with the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. Your cunt made a sopping wet sound as he kept pumping his fingers into you.

“Fuck baby you hear that?” He fingered you faster, slapping your pussy again, it sounded juicy and lewd. You could feel your arousal dripping down your ass cheeks as Changbin continued to push you towards another orgasm.

“You gonna cum for me again princess? Hmm? Your juices are leaking from you, it’s giving you away. You’re gonna cum again aren’t you.” You nodded aggressively.

“YES! FUCK YES! I'M GONNA CUM BIN!” Wet fapping was all you could hear as he fucked your soaked cunt with his fingers hard, his palm slapping against your clit harder, harder, harder! You came screaming Changbin’s name.

“CHANGBIN CHANGBIN CHANGBIN FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” You squeezed your legs together as Changbin continued pumping his fingers deep inside you. Squelching and squishing with your cum. Your body relaxed and Changbin pulled his fingers out of you, then rubbed your cum all over your pussy with his whole hand, giving your clit a little slap at the end making you jump. When you finally could open your eyes you saw Changbin looking down at you, sucking your flavor off his fingers, his eyes narrowed like a cougar about to pounce on it’s dinner. Changbin propped himself over you, slotted between your legs again, his cock hard again pushing against you as he leaned down to kiss you. He whispered against your lips.

“Gonna let me fuck that tight hole princess? You’re gonna let me make you cream all over my cock too yeah?” He thrusted the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit making you moan.

“Yes Bin want you to fuck me, make me cum fuck me pleeease Binnie pleaaaaase!!” You begged not caring how cock hungry and desperate you sounded for him. He held onto his dick still rubbing it up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit again and again.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw yea? If I’m taking this little hole I’m filling it too. So princess you gonna let me reck you raw and fill you up with my cum?” He pushed the tip of his dick firmly against your clit focusing on rubbing it hard, both of you shaking from the pleasure.

“W-what if... what if you get me pregnant Bin?” His cock twitched hard at your question. He leaned down close to your ear.

“FUCKING good! Then everyone will know who this pussy belongs to.” You clenched around nothing and your arousal gushed from you.

“I’m pumping my cum inside you until I’m leaking from that wrecked little cunt.” Your pussy buzzed at his words and you moaned begging again.

“Give it to me raw Bin want to feel your cum inside me warm and thick.” Changbin pulled you up off the bed and kissed you hard.

“Go on bend that big ass over for Binnie. Show me that fat cunt.” You bent over and your full ass, and juicy pussy were on full display for Changbin. He knelt behind you and slapped his hard cock against your wet slit a few times. He pushed the tip of his thick cock into your quivering hole and gave you a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out and pushing it in again.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess, how’s that cute little cunt so tight hmm? Isn’t it getting fucked enough baby?” You looked back pouting with doe eyes shaking your head whining.

“No Binnie my pussy has been so neglected, needs a nice fat cock to fuck it wide open. Will you fuck my hole open Binnie pretty please?” You pushed your plump bottom lip out further. Changbin could hardly stand it, he pulled out and pushed in deeper gripping your hip and starting a slow rhythm.

“Be a good girl and hold on cause I’m gonna split you in half with my cock.” You gripped the sheets and Changbin started fucking you deep and hard. His hips slapping against your ass over and over rolling his body. He gripped both of your hips and fucked you harder.

“You feel that princess?” He thrusted really hard a few times causing you to fall face down into the mattress from the force.

“You’re gonna remember I was here when I’m done with you! Gonna remember who’s cunt this is!” Changbin jack hammered his thick cock into you, reaching down and rubbing your clit hard.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK TAKE IT TAKE IT! FUCKING FEEL THAT?! HMMM? FEEL ME WRECKING YOUR PRETTY LITTLE CUNT? FEEL ME STRETCHING YOUR. TIGHT. HOLE!?” Changbin was always such a level headed guy. This Changbin... was fucking feral, and actual mad man as he fucked the life out of you he started spanking your ass hard over and over while he railed you and you started coming, eyes crossed, drooling, screaming jibberish.

“FUCKOHMYFUCKISOAOFUCKFUCKOHSHITFAUIGUDCHANBFUCK!” Changbin slapped your fat ass cheek hard one more time, pulled out while your cunt still clenched hard around nothing, still coming, dripping. He flipped you onto your back like a rag doll, like it was the easiest thing in the world for him and his big bulky arms. He shoved his cock back inside you, gripped your wide hips and started railing you flat again, four fingers rubbing your clit hard and then smacking it. You weren’t sure if he was prolonging your last orgasm or if another was tearing through you again already, all you knew was your juices were dripping down Changbin’s cock and the wet slapping sound of his balls against your fat ass made you drip even more.

“BINBINBINBINBINNIEAHHHHHH! You were clenching around his cock coming again, he kept fucking you deep and started slapping your clit a little harder than he had before. He pulled out, slapping his fat cock against your clit more before shoving it back in and making you take him balls deep hard, relentless.

“You wanted put in your place princess? So get in line! You’re gonna be a good girl and cum as many times as I fucking tell you to!” Changbin pushed your legs back against your chest and started fucking you in the new position hard.

“Fucking cum!” He yelled hammering into you you babbled your tongue hanging out of your mouth. Your fucked out face made Changbin wild.

“I SAID FUCKING CUM!”

“CHANGBINCHANGBINCHANGBIN!” Your legs were trembling through another life altering orgasm. You were covered in sweat, breathless, and blushing. Changbin let up off your legs and wrapped them around him.

“Fuck baby. I love being locked between these thick thighs.” Changbin massaged your shaking legs.

“Open up those eyes princess.” He pushed his thumb in your mouth and you gently sucked on it, opening your eyes.

“Good girl. Now... you’re gonna cum for me one more time, and then I’m gonna fill this swollen cunt with my babies. Is that what you want?” You nodded, you had never been so fucked out in your life.

“Fill me Bin, give me your babies good and deep.” Changbin slid the tip of his cock into your tender cunt again and you immedietly started clenching around him from the overstimulation. He rolled his hips into you pushing in balls deep and his cock rubbed your g spot.

“THERE!” You shouted the feeling like being set on fire, in a good way. Changbin rolled his hips again harder rubbing the same spot deep.”

“Right there baby?” He started fucking you harder and faster as you nodded, losing your mind on Changbin’s dick.

RIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERE!” Changbin kept pumping into you until his lower half was covered in your pussy juice. You made a guttural sound before screaming as he fucked you through another orgasm, chasing his own franticly. His hips slapping against your ass hard and a fast, fap fap fap fap. He pulled out squeezing his dick and pushed the tip of his cock in. He pulled out and pushed in again thrusting the tip a couple of times before pulling out to push his tip in again. Watching your gaping cunt clench and quiver every time he pulled out. When Changbin felt his orgasm coming he pushed the tip of his cock inside you and started jacking off until he came. He stilled with his tip inside you, letting his cum squirt into you then fucking it deeper and pulling out, stroking and coming across your plump pussy lips and chubby tummy, watching his seed drip from your clenching abused hole.

“That’s right...” He scooped up his cum with the tip of this dick and stuffed it all back inside, pumping and thrusting, his cock lodged deep inside you until he softened and pulled out. When his cum started oozing from you again he took two fingers and pushed it back in.

“Nuh uh, hold all that cum princess. Can’t give you my babies if you’re squeezing out my load.” He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them coated in his cum over your pussy, your body buzzing, jumping, and coming down from the best sex you’d ever had in your life. Changbin flopped down on the bed breathless and pulled you close, wrapping one of his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I hope that was okay.” You looked up at him incredulously.

“Okay?! Changbin that was... FUCKING AMAZING!” He cracked a shy smile and you wondered how this adorable man who had just been fucking you like his own personal whore, now looked like that, blushing from a compliment on his prowess in bed. He scratched at his neck a little nervous.

“Uh... and the uh... coming inside you thing. Well I mean... just... if you’re worried... well... I can get you plan-” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around Changbin��s torso and squeezed gigging a little. Changbin was confused.

“Oh. Binnie, baby I’m on birth control.”

“W-well then why did you ask...” You leaned up and pecked his lips.

“It made you go wild didn’t it?” He laughed shaking his head in agreement.

“Mhm, and...” You ran your fingers through your folds collecting the cum still leaking from you and started licking them clean, sucking on your pointer finger and popping off, looking deep into Changbin’s eyes.

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02: Don't Blame Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Sitting on an airplane, no matter if it's a commercial fight or in a private jet, with a couple, will always be tedious.

And sitting in front of Harry and Eloise during the flight is like injecting a dose of self torture. Watching how he holds her, wrapping his arm around her is just a little tease of what I will be witnessing this whole week, watching how.he kisses her and how they cuddle because of the cold weather.

“Lando said he will go to the airport to pick us up” Harry said, making me nod and sigh.

“That's so nice for him!” Eloise smiled. “Isn't it, Violet?”

“Mhm” I hummed, looking out the window.

It's not the first time something like this has happened. It feels like Eloise is trying to set me up with him, to make me look that he's a gentleman and someone I could be with.

Maybe she knows that I like Harry?

I focus back on my book, the one of many that came anonymously to my door. I just don't know who is the one that sends it, but it feels like that person knows me so well because it's the one I wanted.

“Oh? When did you get that book?” Eloise asked surprised when she saw it. “It was the secret admirer?”

“Secret admirer?” Harry asked, confused. “What?”

“Yeah! Every two weeks she receives a package with a book on it” Eloise explained. “She even receives her favorite book with different editions and languages”

“Oh, really?” Harry frowned, looking at me.

“You saw it” I said.

“But I thought it was a collection you made by yourself, not because a creepy stalker is sending them to you” he frowned, looking away. “So stupid, and the fact that you welcome those gifs make it worse”

I frown looking at him. Stupid?

“Well, I think it's cute” Eloise argued, making Harry scoff. “It's for sure someone that pays attention to her and wants to make her happy”

Something I don't like about Harry is how little attention he paid to me since he started dating Eloise. We were friends before he started dating her, we respect each other and never hide things. But somehow, he changed. He changed the way he talked to me, it only took him a few months to change his behavior.

The moment the plane landed I got up first, grabbing my bag and the coat. I heard Harry sigh heavily, getting up and walking behind me.

I saw the flight attendants taking our suitcases out of the hold and I walked towards my suitcase, going towards the car I recognized as Lando's.

“Hey- oh” Landon said, getting out of the car but I immediately got inside of it after putting my suitcase in the trunk. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing” I sighed. “Just Harry being an idiot”

“The usual, then” he nodded, making me sigh. “That’s nothing new, I guess”

I sighed, looking back at the book in my hands, thinking that Harry would be right, maybe. Maybe it is something creepy, having someone that keeps sending me books and gifts, someone that knows my address. Should I be concerned? One thing is having a secret admirer at school that leaves little love notes on your backpack, and another thing is having someone that sends you books to your apartment’s front door.

“Nice book” I heard Lando say, looking at the book on my lap.

“O-oh, thanks… it's new” I nodded.

He smiled and nodded, looking back at Harry and Eloise sitting on the backseats, and he started to drive.

“The house is really nice. Max, Pietra and I arrived this morning” Lando started to say. “It has really nice views”

“Where are Pietra and Max now, by the way?” Harry asked, frowning.

“Buying groceries and going to the ski shop to rent our equipment for the week” Lando answered. “I made them a list so if you want to add things…”

He gave us his phone with Max's chat open, messages of what he has to buy were written on it. I looked at the list, but what really got my attention were three things.

-Coffee (the mocha one)

-Ginger cookies

-Marshmallow bears

Those are things I like. How did he know that? Maybe it was Eloise who told him.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked me.

“No, no. It's alright” I nodded, passing the phone to Eloise.

I looked back at the book, frowning. This was exactly the book I wanted, one I have been talking about for a while with Eloise. Maybe she is the one that gifted it to me? And the other books? But why didn't she say anything? Why send them anonymously?

I looked back at her, how her hand was held by Harry's while looking at the groceries, resting her head on his shoulder.

God, I wish that was me. I wish he paid me as much attention as he pays to her. I wish I never introduced her to him.

I wish…

The way to the house Lando rented was beautiful, showing an amazing snowy landscape with trees and the roofs of the houses covered with a white blanket. The chimneys of the houses were working, making sure to keep the house warm. And not far away, a mountain. It was a perfect picture, just how I imagined that city in the book I was reading.

“Wait until you see the views of your room” I heard Lando say.

I looked at him and smiled nodding, looking back at the road and humming softly the song the radio was playing.

Every time she smiles my heart jumps. That’s what being in love feels like, I guess.

Arriving at the rented house I hear Eloise and Violet gasp, making Harry and me laugh. It wasn’t too big, but spacious. The porch of the house had a table with a few chairs, somewhere where you can sit and have a hot drink while looking at the ski zone next to the house. It has been snowing since this morning, so now the roof was covered in snow, but that didn’t mean that the interior of the house wasn’t warm.

“It’s a nice one, Lando” I heard Violet say behind me after she grabbed her suitcase from the back of the car. “This time you’ve outdone yourself”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” I laughed softly, watching her walk away carefully, trying to fall because of the snow. “I'll go pick up Max and Pietra, just get comfortable in the house”

Only a few minutes later I saw Violet walking out of the house, with her hands making tight fists and her jaw clenched.

“I'm going with you” she said, making me frown. “Don't give me that look! You and I both know what those two will do once they get inside their room”

“Oh, yeah” I nodded, laughing softly.

I drove away, with her sitting on the passenger seat next to me. I heard her hum softly the music, watching outside the window.

Something I like about her is how simple she is, the way she can be happy with little and simple things. How something like snow falling can change her mood in a matter of seconds, or how a song she likes that is playing on the radio makes her sing under her breath.

Violet Sinclair is someone you definitely fall in love with the first time you see her, it's impossible to not love her. Everytime she walks in a room all eyes go to her, at least mine. The way her perfume hypnotizes me when she walks by or when she's close to me is something I never knew I could experience in my life.

How can Harry be so cruel with her? How can he not love her? Why would he prefer Eloise before Violet? Why can't she see the way he is with her? Why can't she see that I love her?

Everytime I have her close to me it is like having a little taste of heaven.

“Did you see your room?” I asked, breaking the silence that fell between us.

“Yeah” she nodded. “You were right, the view from my room is perfect”

“I'm glad you like it” I smile. “I left that room for you, mine is actually at the other way of the house”

“Why? You came first, you had every right to pick the room you want”

“Because I know how much you love winter and snow” I said looking at her, and in that moment I saw her blush. “And I know how similar is this place with the one of your books”

I know her like the palm of my hand. And it might sound stupid, or delusional, or even creepy, but this week I want to show her how much I love her.

I want to make her forget Harry.

When we arrived to the market where I left Pietra and Max I parked the car so I could help them to get all the things on the back of the car, making Violet wait inside the car.

“What did you do to make her come with you?” Max asked, surprised.

“Nothing, actually” I sighed. “I think it was Harry himself”

“God, that idiot…”

Everyone sees the way he treats Violet. Well, everyone except Eloise and Violet. And it just makes me feel worse, because it looks like she is under a spell that blinds her and doesn't make her see how he really is.

“I wonder at which moment he started to be an asshole with her” Pietra sighed. “She doesn't deserve to be treated like that”

“No, not at all…” I sighed.

When we went back to the house all of us walked with the bags in our hands inside of it. Harry and Eloise were out of sight, but the noises upstairs gave us an idea of what they were doing.

“How can they be so disgusting?” Max groaned, taking the things out of the bags and putting them on the cabinets.

“Let them be…” Violet sighed.

Why does she keep defending him? Why does she have to be in love with him and not with me?

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Taking Over the Neighborhood

Prompt Day 21: Snow | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Fluff, Neighbor Meet-Cute, Snow, Platonic Stobin, Cat People, Eddie POV

Eddie hates winter.

It's cold. It's miserable.

And the snow.

The goddamn, motherfucking snow.

He looks out the window, and he's not sure he's even gonna be able to get home by closing time. That's the shitty thing about working nights in the winter. Sometimes, when you're really unlucky, you get stuck at work.

They get a few more inches of snow, but he's determined to make it home, come hell or frozen water. His van can just suck it up.

He has to drive about ten miles per hour, but he does make it home. Then he gets to wade through his snow-covered sidewalk. Fantastic.

His jeans are wet from the knees down, and he's freezing, so he jumps in the warm shower. Even if he'd really rather just crash.

The next day, he wakes up just after lunch, and while he's drinking his first cup of coffee, he notices that his walk has been shoveled. That's weird. He definitely doesn't know any of his neighbors that well. He hasn't lived here long, and his schedule isn't exactly ideal for meeting neighbors. Maybe it's some of the kids in the neighborhood, and he owes them money now. Which, he wouldn't mind paying, he definitely appreciates it.

Maybe he'll see 'em out working.

So, Eddie sits by the window and waits. Soon enough, a guy is walking across the street with a snow shovel. Eddie's never seen him before in his life. Doesn't know if he has a wife, a boyfriend, six kids or a dozen cats. No clue. Maybe all of the above, for all Eddie knows.

But, Eddie pours another mug of coffee, slides on his boots, zips up his coat and goes out to thank him.

The guy's just walking up the driveway when Eddie opens the door, and he freezes in his tracks.

"Hey, thank you, your handiwork is greatly appreciated!" Eddie hollers, offering him a big smile. "I'm Eddie."

"I'm Steve," Steve says, and Eddie smiles at him. "I kinda figured that either you worked nights, or were a vampire," Steve teases, "But look at you! Out in the daytime."

Eddie laughs, "Not a vampire. Bar owner, though, so lots of late nights," Eddie says.

"I hope you don't mind, I was doing mine, and just thought I'd help."

"I really appreciate that help, Steve," Eddie says, handing him the cup of coffee. Steve accepts it with thanks, and Eddie takes the shovel from his hands, and shovels up the small amount of new snow that fell overnight.

"So, a bar, huh? Which one?" Steve asks, and Eddie pauses for a second.

"Hellfire Club," Eddie finally says.

"Oh, that's cool! Small world. My best friend and I have been there a few times. It's great. We liked it a lot. There's not a lot of queer-friendly bars in the area, and a new one is always appreciated," Steve says, and Eddie relaxes.

"I'm glad you guys liked it," Eddie says, smiling, "it's taking up all my time. Hence, the rumors of me being a vampire, apparently."

Steve laughs, and Eddie leans on the shovel, just looking at him. He's very pretty, and maybe, some flavor of queer.

It's Eddie's lucky day.

"You hungry? I can make breakfast? As a thank you for all your manual labor," Eddie offers, and Steve actually nods, which sends a thrill through Eddie. He hadn't expected that, not really.

But he ushers Steve into his house, and they both take off their snow boots at the front door, and then Eddie leads him into his kitchen. "There's more coffee in the pot," Eddie says, and he watches as Steve refills his mug. "Milk or cream in the fridge if you want some, and sugar in the container right there," Eddie adds, pointing.

And Steve doctors up his coffee.

"I should have asked earlier, I forget not everyone drinks it black," Eddie says.

"Oh, I like it both ways," Steve says, stirring his coffee with a spoon he got out of the dish drainer.

Eddie would be so lucky, if Steve likes it both ways.

Steve scoots onto the bar stool, and drinks his coffee while Eddie makes breakfast.

"How do you like your eggs?" Eddie asks.

"The runnier the better," Steve says, and Eddie pulls his hands to his heart, dramatically.

Steve laughs.

"A guy after my heart," Eddie declares, and starts frying some bacon, and puts bread in the toaster.

"How long have you lived across the street?" Eddie asks, glancing over his shoulder at Steve.

"Four, no, five years. My best friend, Robin and I, moved from a small town in Indiana," Steve says.

"I didn't know who lived over there. Single person? Family with six kids? A dozen cats? It could have been any combination," Eddie teases.

"Well, it's one bisexual, one lesbian, no kids, and 2 cats."

Eddie smiles, teasing, "We're taking over the neighborhood."

"The gays?" Steve asks, grinning.

"No, the cat people," Eddie teases, clicking his tongue and a big, black cat comes racing into the kitchen.

"That's Midnight."

Steve reaches down and scratches him behind the ears, and it makes Eddie smile.

Once the food is ready, they sit side-by-side and eat at the counter. Midnight eating his lunch in the corner, on the floor. They talk, and Eddie is happy he's making a friend in town.

Then there's knocking on the front door, and Eddie gets up to go answer it. That's weird. Gareth would just walk in, so he doesn't know who it'd be.

He opens the door to a woman with a bob haircut, "Did you kidnap my best friend?"

"Yes, and I'm force feeding him breakfast," Eddie answers. "You must be Robin."

Steve laughs from the kitchen, then hollers, "How did you even know I was over here?"

"I followed your footprints. And I saw your shovel, dingus," she says, and pushes her way inside.

Eddie steps aside to let her enter.

Maybe he'll make two new friends today.

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