#LOOK. I get easily attached. it's a problem

[ooliecat]

the raz vodello AU sucks because it's mostly used to fulfill the SashaMilla parent fantasy and also bash the aquatos in the same swing.

i've been thinking about this since yesterday and how i just loathe this AU based on the core premise it stands on.

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raz in this universe becomes a mcguffin(wrong word) raz becomes/or would realistically become a completely different character so then whats the point of it being raz. huh. huh?

raz's whole character is his hero personality and his determination to become a psychonaut. his precocious, smart alec, but nice nature. if he just starts his life in the psychonauts then whats his goal here? to be a psychonaut? borrring. he just becomes a nepo baby who follows the steps of his.. mother..

speaking of her.. MILLA. the stories don't even utilize her, the """"MOTHER""" in any interesting way. the character whos surname is in the title of The Thing.

(ok i'll be real right now i've never sat down and read a single story containing this Au i've just read the tvtropes page. once. which..like. why does it exist. and i could be completely wrong and its somehow the most well written character exploration study ever but.. come on. look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that. ha. ha. ha.)

the premise just uses her stance on children in most shallow way possible. like. whatever.

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Another thing. I dont like how in some variations of the story, Sasha just becomes the 'father.' like. how. Sasha and Milla aren't even together in CANON. How does adding a child make them get closer. In fact.. i think the chances of them getting together would actually be Lower because of Milla having a kid. like like like

hyperbolic joke..lol. i think sasha would be more like "he appreciates milla and would like to get closer but she's busy and i dont think its the best time."

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could the premise even be interesting? idk.. not without sacrificing something. are the aquatos In or Out? is the story about the relationship between raz and milla or raz and his real family? are you trying to go for Disney's tangled or something. is he already ten in this story. how did the scenario even happen. was he kidnapped or abandoned. was be a baby or some other age. are the aquatos unrealistically dicks, dead or unaware. if he found the circus then would he want to join? either answer doesn't matter. how about while we're at it, Sashas mother never died and that orphanage never burned down.

I think the premise is flawed from the start. but.. haha.. but, I will say this. I think it's kind of interesting to see a younger raz and milla interact. her and her experience and.. idk u get it or u dont. it's kind of cute and interesting. but thats the end of story.

another problem with younger versions of raz is that you run into the problem that he's 10yrs old (that's actually crazy does anybody realize how insane that is) and a year ago he was 9 and then 8 and 7 and 6 and 5 and 4 and 3 and oh you're not fully there in the hair. are you even a character anymore. are you even the Same character anymore.

also if you make the story about milla then why does it even have to be raz? cause he’s the mc? eyeroll. i mean.. lili's right there. cough.

if its about rebonding with the aquatos then is it a story about real family vs family that took care of you? maybe u can explore that but i dont care. in the end it could demonize his real parents or milla really easily. again, not the point i want to elaborate on.

how about you pick Peak instead. Make oleander the parent

he is able to be nice to kids.

he has his whole world domination plan(adopting a kid would just mean another soldier)

his plan to train/brainwash raz and then getting attached or whatever

you can have raz fight against his ‘parent.'

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im done but do you ever so engrossed in a piece of media that when you look back at the source material you wonder How Did We Get Here.

[azonewithu]

Cool Emma on a boat. No we just cant preyend we like those peopke and thatscwhatvyou hsve to fo so they can leave the room and say you arevtheir new bitch. We dontvwanna be associated with these gestapo like world agencies. No mattervwhete theyre from. The problem is its everyone now not just some people. They went overboard and who is surprised? Not me. I knew they were like that. Now they dont wanna watch me too vlose but im watching thrm still thats the ptoblem. My frones cant be seen they hsve to ne very primitove easily detected technology. Be leetynof tech ibtold them in the 90s if you fo t have your oen networks. If youre attached to anything online they like me can find you. Theyre using the same old tactics in new ways. And those Ukranians have developed some unteresting techniques. Now if you look close at realitynir what they tell you is the case with any big situstion. Like those attacks. Follow money you can say that guy ordered it thevtactic that fsiled and hes still in power to this day prosecuting the response. What i find out maybe not in all cases but some if they are still in power, and at war still. Then nsybe the mudtskes made werent do accidental. With this in mind its hard ro believe these mother fuckers when i sense otherwise firstly snd know them secondly. Not everything is a conspiracy bit dome things are Emma. I guess thats partbof what makes life interesting snd causes tou to read between the lines. I think you jist got to a certsin sge like anyone. Maybe not me i knew these people are all liars all along. They dont live eith any resl love or poetry and thrylk dven tell you they dont need it. And though they clutch a bible tightly they are nit at all like God. Meaning ge eoukdnt wanna hang out with tgem snyhow becsuse things could get ugly. Very ugly im deadlier thsn i even sound now. No one wants to fight or ever even dors well fighting Azriel. Its yhecwhole basis for oeace the idea behind it. That one day youll go after the erong being. And be destroyed yourselves. Instead of being the destroyer.

[authorhasissues]

QiJiu Hades and Persephone AU, pt.1

Yue Qingyuan wakes to the background hum of miscellaneous noise that comes with any busy place and the bone deep knowledge that something is terrifyingly wrong. As disastrous as if the stars all spontaneously fell from the sky, or all the greenery of the Mortal Realm suddenly withered and died…

Yue Qingyuan's silent descent into jibbering panic is interrupted by the entrance of two other men, one visibly aged and wearing fine clothes and the other sporting a deep frown underneath his slender mustache. They tell him that there was an accident, and he seems to have lost his memory. He's apparently the God of Spring, though thankfully his duties for this year have already been completed so he can take his time acclimatising.

He smiles graciously and thanks them, doesn't let his complete and utter disorientation slip out and disturb them. The older man takes his leave quickly after confirming Yue Qingyuan's state, but the younger one stays, which Yue Qingyuan thinks he is glad for. Though outwardly more stern, his eyes seem warmer than the benevolently smiling old man.

"You must be rather confused," the man - Mu Qingfang, he introduced himself as - says. His posture is open where he sits across from Yue Qingyuan, and he seems ready to listen to any confidences he's willing to share.

Somehow, Yue Qingyuan isn't inclined to give them. Not because he dislikes or necessarily distrusts Mu Qingfang. He's been kind so far, certainly, but Yue Qingyuan gets the idea that it would be best for everyone if he acclimatised quickly rather than striking up a fuss about this. "As much as anyone would be, I suppose. This one is sure he'll find his footing quickly enough."

Yue Qingyuan's easy smile hides his deep well of discomfort, and Mu Qingfang seems unsurprised by it, though the lines around his eyes tighten slightly. "As the God of Medicine, I shouldn't need to tell you to come to me if there are any problems. We are of the same generation, so it is my duty regardless to aid you if you require it."

"Of the same generation?" Yue Qingyuan's unfamiliar but practiced smile holds unwaveringly on his face.

"We ascended roughly around the same time," Mu Qingfang explained briskly, "Of course, without knowlede of our human lives, we can only speculate that we might have been acquainted."

"Ah, I had assumed that was…"

"Just part of the amnesia," He finished easily for Yue Qingyuan, "No. There are some records of gods remembering parts of their human lives, but it tends to be looked down upon as worldly attachment."

"I see. Who else is a part of our generation?" Yue Qingyuan was inclined to ask.

"There are twelve of us. You'll probably meet the majority when someone takes you on a tour. As for the outliers… there's the God of War, Liu Qingge. He's often away from Heaven. Likewise, Shen Qingqiu resides in the Underworld as God of the Dead."

Shen Qingqiu. The name sent a jolt of recognition down his spine, like being hit by lightning. "Shen Qingqiu?"

"Yes. Do you…?" Mu Qingfang asked cautiously.

Yue Qingyuan drooped slightly at the reminder. "I don't remember him. But his name seems… familiar."

Mu Qingfang's face was tight. "Mm," He said shortly, "Well, we don't see much of him up here."

He seemed uncomfortable, so Yue Qingyuan let the matter be. Nothing would be gained by pushing the other god over matters he didn't understand yet.

The other man makes a few notes on the scroll he's holding, before rolling it up and standing abruptly. "Unfortunately, this humble doctor has many places to be." He offers Yue Qingyuan a wry smile, suggesting this is something they've commiserated about in the past. "I'll send someone to help familiarise you with Heaven again, to… show you the ropes, as it were."

Yue Qingyuan voiced his appreciation, and thanked Mu Qingfang for his care. The doctor hesitated briefly, however, before he turned around, the geniality sliding off his face and being replaced by something between severe and uncertain. "I would advise against chasing after your forgotten memories." His voice was much milder than the seriousness of his expression.

"Oh?" Yue Qingyuan responded non-comittally, "Naturally, this one's knowledge is inferior to that of the God of Medicine."

Mu Qingfang didn't look reassured. "It might be… dangerous, if you were to press too deeply." His voice was hushed, which he seemed to catch, modulating it to something more casually stern. "These matters require caution."

Yue Qingyuan smiled. "This one promises to be careful."

Mu Qingfang sighed, shaking his head slightly, but left the room without any further warnings.

The blankness of his memory was unsettling, not like a smooth slate but more akin to fumbling around blind in an unfamiliar room, able to feel vague shapes where things might be but not knowing what they are.

What Yue Qingyuan was more concerned with, however, was the certainty of the other men who had visited him in their declaration that he had lost his memory, despite him having said nothing to that effect. Of course, it was possible he had resurfaced from consciousness earlier and given some indicator of amnesia, but wasn't lucid enough to recall doing so. However, something about Mu Qingfang's countenace towards the end of their conversation made him suspect otherwise.

Yue Qingyuan couldn't help but be suspicious.

[etherealancientmusings]

OC Layers

oh cool what a fun Tumblr game!!! Thank you thank you thank you @grayisartist for tagging me!!! (BTW your art is super cool).

I'm horrible for taking pics cause when i'm into a game I just play and play but did get this one of mah baby.

Layer One: The Outside

Name: Cindel "Rook" Ingellvar - Mourn Watch Reaper!!

Eyes Color: Golden red.

Hair Style/Color: Golden blonde/brown - she likes it short and up outta her face, in the thick of battle she has no time to pull it back and no way in hell she's letting any enemy take her down by grabbing her hair.

Height: 6 Feet 2 inches - 192 cm

Clothing Style: Casual cause those Mourn Watch robes and armor and heavy, thick materials can be heavy to wear all day. So loose pants, sandals and loose fitting shirt, fully sleeved or sleeveless is what Cindel prefers.

Best Physical Feature: Her horns! She loves decorating them, taking care of them.

Layer Two: The Inside

Fears: Now? Well that the blight still exists in Neve and isn't fully gone. But overall fears? she is super scared of losing her friends and Neve. She gets attached easily. She's also secretly afraid and worries about things happening to Lavellan and Solas in the fade, scared if something happens to them then the veil will come crashing down without warning and they'll be in a new world of hurt. But also? Those damned skin eating beetles in the Necropolis. NOPE!!!!

Guilty Pleasure: Red wine. Cindel doesn't indulge really cause she needs to keep her mind clear but now and then, her and Neve enjoy a glass of red wine together.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Judgement. Cindel can't stand it when people judge without trying to walk in someone else's shoes - she's been judged plenty, often just by her appearance. when others just sit there and judge from outside looking in - it infuriates her. She feels protective over Inquisitor Lavellan for this very reason. maybe cause Varric talked a lot about her and she hates people judging her for loving and leaving with Solas. She figures if Varric is able to see past Solas's shit then so can she and she has no problem arguing with anyone trying to slander the Inquisitor in the years to come.

Ambition for the Future: Cindel takes her role as Veil Guard seriously. Solas has entrusted her with the dagger and protection on the one side while he and Lavellan protect on the other. Cindel wants to build relationships with Cassandra and the Seekers and with others of the Inquisition to continue what they started - and to honor Varric and Harding since the Inquisition meant so much to them. Her and Emmrich are working with Mourn Watchers to build a super magically secure booby trapped vault that will hold the dagger cause there is no way in hell that dagger should be out in the world unless it's the end of the world again. Fuck that. If ever they need help from Solas and Lavellan there will be extremely detailed instructions on how to use the dagger and only to those entrusted into the Veil Guard - so they are coming up with plans for that and what those initiation rites will be, and honestly, they will be as harsh as the Grey Wardens cause that dagger is too fucking powerful.

Layer Three: Thoughts

First Thoughts Waking Up: Is this after the events of DATV? Then probably "NEVE!? Is Neve ok?!" with the horrifying nightmares of Neve blighted in her dreams. Then she looks over in bed and sees Neve sleeping soundly and she relaxes.

What They Think About the Most: Lots of things actually. Neve obviously. The people they lost like Harding. She'll think about that for a long time. She thinks about the future with Neve and gets excited about what that might look like.

What They Think About Before Bed: Honestly before bed it's gonna be Neve and going over their new home they found and are starting to build a life in (they don't live in the Lighthouse, that's not right for them, that's for Solas and Lavellan when they finally, if they ever do, return from the Fade - so the team left it for them, trusting in the Caretaker to be there when Solas and Lavellan do manage to get there one day). Neve wanted away from the Lighthouse anyway and Rook is only too happy to oblige.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Being there to help others through really shitty times. Cindel loves offering her shoulder to others to cry on. She's got good strong broad shoulders for that.

Layer Four: What's Better?

Single or Group Dates: Single with the occasional outing with Emmrich and Strife. Cindel just really is drawn to Strife and loves hearing his stories.

To be Love or Respected: Respected!!! You actually can't have love without respect.

Beauty or Brains: Brains! It's why Cindel loves Neve, that amazing brain of hers!

Dogs or Cats: Cats!!!

Layer Five: Do You?

Lie: No. Cindel is incapable of it. She's tried, for sure, but she has no game or poker face and her face gives her away.

Believe in Yourself: She sure fucking does! It's why she steps up when Varric can't lead anymore. It's why she's there for her companions every step of the way.

Believe in Love: Yes she does! She fell in love with Neve after all!! But what really got to her? Was seeing Solas and Lavellan reunite - it made her really believe in love and that love does have power at the end of the day and knowing her time with Neve is so precious cause of it.

Want Someone: She's got who she wants! Neve!!! And Neve's got her.

Layer Six: Have You Ever?

Been on Stage: Cindel ain't got time for that shit.

Done Drugs: OHHHHH boy yea. Being with the Mourn Watch there's no shortage of weird herbs and concoctions about. There might have been a few times where an accidental helping happened.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No. She's who she's been. She had great mentors in the Mourn Watch and since everyone there is a bit weird it never phased her or made her feel like she needed to be a certain way.

Layer Seven: What's Their...

Favorite Colors: Teal - it reminds her of Neve.

Favorite Book: Ok, this made me laugh cause I HC that after the events of DATV as Cindel and the crew are moving out of the Lighthouse she finds the Randy Dowager Inquisition edition and tears into it. Her and Neve are besides themselves with laughter and shock and she wishes so badly she could have one more dream session with Solas to ask him if the stuff about him and the Inquisitor in it is even haft true!! lolllll

Favorite Animal: Cindel, for some reason, don't ask her why, loves the bogfisher. Maybe it's cause they are tough bastards and so is she.

Favorite Game: Wicked Grace cause it was Varric's fave and they played it a lot together in their downtime. Reminds Cindel of him when she plays.

Layer Eight: Age

DOB: She doesn't actually know since she was found as a baby and sometimes it's hard to tell with Qunari youth.

How Old Will You Be: She was told her age might be in between a certain amount of yrs so she decided on her age and so as of DATV ending she's 31.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: Unsatisfying one night stand with a fellow mourn watcher initiate at age 20. Regretted it immediately!

Does Age Matter: Cindel has no issue with age gaps as long as people are consenting adults. Who is she to tell a 30 yr old they can't be with a 50 yr old or an ancient god he can't be with his mortal adult lover??? None of her business!!

Layer Nine: Finish The Sentence

I love: Neve obviously!! I love that Cindel was able to be a part of Solas's path to atonement with Lavellan and Mythal. She will never forget that, how satisfying it was to change the mind of a god instead of having to be violent to take him down forcibly. Her and Neve will sit together staring up at the sky and wonder how Solas and Lavellan are doing cause they see the blight is being healed in Thedas over the many many years. Cindel also loves her friends and every year they get together to honor Varric and Harding.

I feel: Wait, is this how I feel or my OC? I'm gonna stick with Cindel. Cindel feels proud. Proud of her companions, proud to continue to work with them to continue protecting Thedas. Proud of what they accomplished together.

I hide: Pain. Physical and internal. No one needs to see Cindel be hurt, she will only show her pain to Neve.

I miss: Harding. Harding was the one who sacrificed herself in in the battle against Ghilan'nain and Cindel will always think of her and miss her. Harding was like a sister to her.

I wish: She wises that sometimes this never happened to her. Not because she couldn't handle it, but because it changed so much. There is so much still to do and its such hard work and she wouldn't change it because it brought her Neve, but sometimes, sometimes, she wishes no one had to feel this pain and go through these horrors they had to to get to this place. And she wishes they never lost Harding or Varric.

ok that was sooo much fun. I tag @cussundria-nerd-kneal @emerysarchive @loredrinker @rooks-dagger @fadeboundheart @jouskaroo @thishappensonceeveryfewlifetimes @the-bear-and-his-sunbird

if you've already played this game then please ignore!!!!

[loumauve]

rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favorite.

tagged by: nobody, bc I'm a heathen who just steals poll setups and then ignores the rules. feel free to participate as well (tho I think a lot of my pals have already done this one, I have been living under a rock called dissociation from terrible circumstances)

I went with explicitly emotional support characters because otherwise the list would be even longer. I have too many faves. the more time you spend in fandom spaces the more the collection grows. I'm sure I'm forgetting some minor character faves from other books/shows/movies/games. rip I'll prob cry once I remember them and feel bad

[stardustquills]

thinking about drunk husband!nanami and how handsy and needy he’d get with you- i’m not well. 18+ mdni.

cw; p in v (unprotected), creampie, mentions of alcohol, use of "sir"

wc; 1.7k

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you’d be sending satoru an angry text later.

your husband was never a drinker. the man could hold his liquor, but it often went past that line of playfully tipsy and into drunk whenever he went out with satoru.

normally, you wouldn’t mind. you adored your husband. he’s always been a toucher, always needing to have some form of contact with you. maybe it’s a simple hand on your thigh, or twirling a strand of hair around his finger, or ever just standing close to you, shoulder to shoulder - he just needed to be with you. and when he gets drunk, that need is intensified tenfold.

you loved it when he got like this. your big, strong, doting husband reduced into a lovesick puddle when he’s drunk and around you. like a puppy needing attention.

except it’s 1am, he just got home, and he has an important event he needs to attend-

“that’s a problem for future kento,” he muttered into your neck, hands gripping helplessly at your sleep shirt. “you smell so good. ‘ve missed you,”

“ken-“

he tugged on your shirt, pulling you impossibly closer. his hands started to roam, now at the small of your back, pulling you still into him. “honey,” he whispered against the skin of your neck, his lips brushing against it. still at the front door, he hasn’t even taken his shoes off yet.

“mmh,” you hummed, tilting your head back to let him have more access.

he took the opportunity to start kissing you, soft, simple pecks, up your neck to your ears. “my wife,” he breathed, hot breath smelling like whiskey and gin. “my beautiful, sweet, amazing wife,”

“ken,” you giggled as he moved to kiss your cheek. his hands moved up to cup your face, and yours instantly came to rest on top of his. one of his thumbs brushed against your bottom lip, his eyes staring into your own.

he leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead, and then one on your lips. it was sweet, he poured all of his love for you into it.

you looked down, “you haven’t taken your shoes off yet,”

he whined like a child in response. begrudgingly, he let his hands fall from your body as he leaned down to untie the laces of his boots, slipping out of them, before standing up again an immediately placing his hands your waist.

he stepped towards your bedroom, matching bedroom eyes to go with it. he pouted ever so slightly, looking down at his wife.

and god you’d let him do whatever he wanted. kento was a fucking good-looking man - there’s never any denying it. but right now, his his hair all sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his face flushed a dusty pink, lips parted and eyes begging, how could you ever say no to that?

“wan’ show my wife how much i love her,” he practically purred, pulling on your shirt again to pull you towards him. you stumbled towards your husband, you hands falling into his broad chest.

you could feel his abs under the thin material of his button up. normally, he was so proper, ironed shirt fully done up with a tie around his neck. but now, he looked and smelled of sex - the top three buttons of his shirt undone, wrinkled fabric, tie hanging loosely around his neck. you grabbed his tie and tugged on it, bringing his face towards yours.

“you have that thing tomorrow,” you tried to stand your ground, “you’ll be hungover, too.”

“don’t care,”

“you will tomorrow.”

“yeah, tomorrow. not right now.”

he pulled you into your shared bedroom, easily throwing you onto the bed and crawling towards you. “right now,” he started, licking his lips as he leaned in close, “i want my wife,” his hands came up to your shirt again, grabbing fistfuls at the hem. he pulled the shirt up and over your head, discarding it on the floor before he leaned into you, lips attaching to yours.

“wanna show her how good i can make her feel,” his lips trailed down your neck, then collarbone, “gonna show her how much i love her,” his hand came up to squeeze a tit, his eyes flicking to yours as he placed a kiss on your hardened nipple, “how much i missed her,” he continued his trail downward, hand slipping onto your waist as he kissed your stomach, light and feathery.

before you knew it, you shorts and underwear was discarded onto the floor. your legs were thrown over his shoulders and you hand buried itself into his golden locks.

k-e-n-t-o, he spelt his name with his tongue in your clit, flicking and suckling on the poor bud. your back arched off the pillows, your thighs threatening to squeeze shut around his head.

“h-ahh, kentooo,” you dragged, lolling your head to the side as your eyes screwed shut.

his hands were on your thighs, forcing them to stay open, flat against the bed. “so, so sweet,” his voice was muffled by your cunt. sticky, sweet wetness coating his face. “absolutely delicious, mrs. nanami.”

n-a-n-a-m-i, his tongue spelt your shared last name, something that drove him mad. of course you recognized when he spelt something with that tongue of his.

“kento you filthy man-“

“but you love it.”

your giggles turned into moans once more when he interested a finger. long and thick, he pumped it in and out of you before adding a second and curling it against that spongy spot in your walls.

“nngh,” you couldn’t speak coherently anymore. your hand fisted the pillow behind your head, the other one still grabbing his hair, dragging his face into your cunt. his mouth attached to your clit, sucking like his life depended on it as his fingers curled and uncurled inside you.

married life treated you good.

“k-ken, gonna come!” you mewled, and he bucked his hips into the mattress.

his groan was muffled, but you heard it nonetheless. “gonna come, pretty girl?” his words slurred, he was still drunk. “i can feel it.”

your walls clenched around his fingers. you legs were shaking, toes curled and back arched as your breathed through your mouth. an endless string of noises and babbles left you, voice high pitched and airy.

and then he stopped. stopped sucking your clit and pulled his fingers out of you with a stupid grin on his face. “not yet, m’love,” he rushed to unbuckle his belt, getting out of his slacks.

you didn’t even have time to complain. he leaned down, hungrily kissing you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. you could taste yourself on him. sweet, just like he said.

he pulled back and stopped the kiss and quickly as it started. one hand went to his cock, idly pumping it as he looked down at you. “so pretty f’me,” he cooed, his free hand now flipping you over.

face in the pillows and ass in the air, kento’s hand traced a line from your neck to your waist.

smack! his hand landed a spank against your bum, immediately massaging the area and cooing. “so perfect, mrs. nanami. my beautiful wife.”

he dragged the mushroom head of his cock through your folds, gathering up the mixture of your slick and his spit.

“ken, ken please,” you attempted to push you ass back, wanting him in you already.

“greedy slut,” he spat, laughing at your futile attempt. another smack before he continued to drag hiimself between your folds. “i guess i can’t refuse my wife, can i? gotta give her what she wants,” he lined himself up with your entrance. “gotta make her happy,” and he pushed himself in, hard and fast, hitting your cervix already.

“oh!” you shriek was dampened by the pillow.

he didn’t give you a moment to adjust like he usually did. he started going right at it, hips snapping against yours like his life depended on it. “that’s it, take- hah, take it like a good girl. nngh, like the whore you are,”

your tried to push yourself onto your elbows, wanting to peak behind you to take a look, but Kento quickly put a stop to that. he reached forward, shoving your face back into the pillow as his hips continued their assault.

“mm-hmm, ken,”

another smack!

“sir!”

kento bit his lip as he watched your hips move back, matching his rhythm, a grin spreading across his face. his hands moved to grab them, pulling you back onto him, helping you move.

“that’s it, there you go,”

his sweet talking made your head spin.

“taking me so well, little slut.”

your walls fluttered around his dick. squeezing and clenching, a thick white ring forming at the bass of his shaft. balls smacking against your clit with each thrust, he made your see stars.

you snaked a dainty hand down between your legs, middle finger desperately rubbing circles against your swollen clit.

“wanna come, m’love?” he asked so sweetly, watching your hand work. he grabbed a fist full your hair and pulled you up, your back against his broad chest. “gonna come around my cock?”

“a-aah, ken, nngh!” you couldn’t even form a full sentence with how well he was ramming into you. this new position let him go even further in you, his entire length disappearing into you.

you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, tits bouncing as he helped you up and down.

“what’d the matter sweetheart? is this too much for you?” he cooed into your ear, his delicate tone a stark contrast from the way he abused your cunt.

you were almost tempted to nod, but he laughed instead. “you can take it.” his hand replaced yours on your clit, his other one on your hips, helping you up and down.

“you’re close,” he commented, voice breathless. “i- hahh, i can feel it. you squeezing so good ‘round me.”

one, two three more thrusts and you were coming. you body shook and spasmed, a cry of your husband’s name leaving your lips.

four, five, six more thrusts and he was spilling into you. he came with a pretty moan of your name, all breathy and high pitched. white, hot seed filled your cunt, into your womb as he stilled, collapsing forward onto to the bed as you were trapped under him.

he didn’t let go of you, didn’t pull out as he placed a kiss onto your shoulder.

“ken-“

“ah ah,” he thrusted.

“sir,” you panted, whimpers and whines still leaving you. “you need to rest,”

kento groaned, his hand rubbing a singular, lazy circle on your clit.

“kento, ‘m sensitive!”

“that was only the beginning, sweetheart.”

[555rare]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.14

(Continued from my old account @777rare 🥂)

Teeny tiny 18+ themes here and there kids so scroll past it please, even though I know damn well you won't.

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I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

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• There are two kinds of voices for a Pisces Mercury native. Actually no, Pisces Mercury natives have many voices for different occasions like they are good at mimicry or changing their voice. But out of them all, we have 2 original voices. The Siren and the Siren. Yes, I know same word but different connotation.

જ⁀➴ The Siren🧜voice is the way they speak when they are calm and even happy. They have a sweet and soft voice that people often are drawn to as If they are Sirens but on land lol.

જ⁀➴ Then comes the Siren 🚨 voice when they are pissed off as hell hahahah. When they scream or shout while angry, believe me, they sound like sirens. You know the ones in an ambulance and buildings 😭😂.

• Capricorn Moon natives' moms are the type of moms who value finance or money very much. They are very hard to please and these natives find it so hard to impress them or make them proud of them. These natives just wanna hear their mom say 'I'm proud of you' for once at least in their life 😮‍💨🥲.

• I have never met a Capricorn big 3 who wasn't reserved and distant when it came to sharing their feelings with just anyone and crying in front of others. These people go through so much in private and they make it seem like being them is so easy on the outside to others but deep down, nobody can actually be them or take on their problems the way they do 🫣🫡.

• Leo big 3 are so so good at entertaining people. This is FACT. They are literal moods who can grab literally anyone's attention without trying and just like their sign ruler, The Sun, life often seems like it's revolving around them 🥂💃.

I have also never met a single Leo Big 3 who has never been treated like royalty, be it by literally anyone. They often get things their way and people just treat them like an expensive souvenir lol 🤌😂.

They are that one person (esp. Leo rising) who's always spoken about and praised even if all they did was lift up a piece of trash and throw it in the bin 😭🤣.

• My advice to Pisces or 12th house Sun's are just go and chill in a graveyard for a while. Trust me, this is the best medicine for you all because the energies there are actually the purest form possible.

Why? There are only souls there and everything negatively attached to the souls detach in a Graveyard because the body is returning back to its soul mother, making the soul leave the negativity of this world so there are no negative energies in a graveyard. There is only pure energy, the kind of energy that is untouched or unaffected by human presence.

Being a Pisces or 12th house Sun makes you highly sensitive to the energies around you so being in a Graveyard for a while can be very healing for you. You can meditate for a while here because you will truly connect with the divine without blockages here.

As a 12th house Sun (VEDIC CHART), I once visited a Graveyard in 2023 (That was the first time I ever visited one😅) and I felt so at peace and ease lol. I didn't wanna leave the place at all and I felt like I was myself detached from the energies of the world 🙂‍↕️.

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• Taurus or 2nd house Saturn natives have a problem with feeling valued by others in their life🫠. There's always this doubt that creeps in or this underlying insecurity where they think they aren't good enough or they have to try harder to keep others in their life.

There is this insecurity that people can replace them easily with someone else. These natives fear being looked down upon and they just want someone to appreciate how much effort they put into their work 😮‍💨🥺.

These natives love being appreciated and recognized when it comes to their talents and how much value they add to others' lives. They are truly a gift to have in ones life because once they have you, they will always invest energy in your connection without a doubt unless you degrade them or insult their hard work and talents.

They are very talented indeed with an ability to never give up no matter how hard situations get for them. They just wanna be told now and then that they are valuable and appreciated 🫂🫤.

• Mars in the 12th house or Pisces go through so many hidden battles 🫡😭. They are very private about their problems and they usually choose to suffer in silence and handle it all alone because they don't find it helpful to share their problems with others as others just give them advices.

One of my friend has this and she is very very private about her pain and her problems, but since I'm someone who she trusts, she shares her problem with me as I don't give her advice, I give her comfort without words.

The same goes for all Mars in 12th house and/or Pisces because they want comfort, not words coming out of someone's mouth and since they do not get it, they choose to deal with it on their own 😶😕.

• I have noticed fixed Mars signs (Taurus, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius) are actually possessive and so protective of the ones they loveee ayee💃🌹. They won't just stand there and see their loved ones going through shit or being treated like shit by someone, they will literally stand up for them or become their protective shield 😤🛡️.

They also find it hard to digest the fact that there are people out there who share their romantic partner with someone else, like these natives just cannot do that 🙂‍↔️. They love a committed partner who is only theirs to love and who loves only them in the relationship. They absolutely HATE 3rd party involvement🫸.

Although, Aquarius Mars natives are very kinky in bed and are open-minded and experimentative, they choose a partner who is loyal in love 💪💖. That's the difference, they like being playful in bed but they are serious in love and prioritize loyalty.

Not to forget fixed sign Mars natives are very much fixed in their approach to sex and intimacy as well. They find it hard to be flexible or to allow absolutely anything in the bedroom, that is if you don't have heavy Pisces or Virgo placements 🥂👍.

Thankyou for reading through this today! 😊✨ I hope my sweet cherries, all had as much as fun reading this as I had making it! Love you all so much and I can't wait to see you in the next one!! 🌝

A Tarot Pac reading is coming soon by the way my cherries! Stay tuned! 💃💝

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chapter three | the star

xavier x fem!reader

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, his fingers skimming across your cheek, trailing over your lips. “How could I not be jealous?” Xavier whispers, letting go of your hair to lean closer, his fingers sliding under your chin. “How could I not mark you up when you look like this, all pretty and soft under me?”

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, modern au, smut, fluff, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, hickeys, overstimulation, finger-sucking, mild dom/sub undertones

wc: 6.5k

a/n: a little late, but it's here! fun fact, xavier was actually my fav when the game first released :3 taglist is closed now, i'm sorry!!

also on ao3!

series masterlist | next up: the chariot

So maybe deciding to fuck five men to have a baby wasn’t the brightest idea you’d ever had.

You were still a bit sore from yesterday, even though you’d managed to shove Rafayel off of the bed, despite all his complaining, for him to go and get you a hot cloth to press against your sore, achy thighs.

Funnily enough, you and Xavier had somehow ended up in the same apartment complex, which meant you didn’t have to do much preparation, other than invite him over really. A yawn escapes you as you stare at the television boredly, watching the shitty cooking show that was playing.

You’d wrapped yourself up in a couple of blankets, too lazy to do anything today other than lounge around until Xavier got here. Quiet, sweet Xavier. A light flush covers your cheeks when you think of him, remembering the time you’d both let go of your inhibitions. 

The elevator had been having problems that fateful week and despite all the warnings and the little poster attached to the steel doors, you were too lazy to take the stairs. Xavier had just happened to turn up and step inside the elevator with you, mumbling something about how unsafe it was to go up alone. 

It’d been fine… until it had broken down. 

You’d had a mini panic attack until Xavier had calmed you down, grabbing ahold of your hands to stop your nervous fidgeting, his body pressing closer until all you could see in that moment was him. His soothing words were like balm to your frayed soul and you could still remember the way he’d cupped your cheek and how your knees had gone weak. 

You still didn’t know how it had happened, one moment he was shushing your panicked mutterings and the next his nose had brushed against yours, lips capturing yours hungrily. The rest was history. You were just glad security hadn’t seen the way Xavier had hoisted you up into his arms, his cock sliding into your cunt with firm, measured thrusts that had you crying out his name.

The memory was enough to make your thighs press together even now. 

You shuffle up onto your feet when you hear a knock on the door, brushing your lustful thoughts away for the moment.

“Hi,” you chirp, smiling up at Xavier.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

Your gaze drifts over him. A hoodie and sweats; Xavier somehow managed to look handsome in the plainest of clothes.

“You wanna come in?” you ask, raising your brows when he stands outside your doorway, shifting on his feet.

“Yeah,” Xavier replies, “yeah, I’ll come in.”

“Did you want a drink or something?” you continue, shutting the door behind you, sparing him a glance as he brushes away the bundle of blankets on your couch, his thighs spreading as he gets comfortable. “I have juice or soda or-”

“C’mere,” he murmurs, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his legs. Your brows raise, but you do as he wants, humming softly when he wraps his arms around your legs, his face nuzzling into your stomach.

“You okay?” you ask gently, beginning to pet his hair. “We don’t have to do this if you’re tired.”

The silver strands are soft, your fingers running through them easily. Xavier mumbles out an incoherent answer and you watch the flutter of his lashes when he leans back, his shoulders sagging before he presses his face into your stomach again. A faint smile pulls at your lips, nails scratching at his scalp gently.

“‘m not tired,” Xavier mumbles, peering up at you for a moment, “and I want to do this. I agreed to it, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you affirm, brushing his hair out of his brows, fingers smoothing across his skin gently. “Perhaps you’re sleepy then,” you tease playfully, eyes widening when Xavier suddenly hooks an arm around your thigh, hoisting you up onto his lap. “Xavier-���

“I want to hold you,” he says quietly, his bright eyes meeting your bewildered expression, warm hands smoothing over your thighs and up your hips, caressing your waist. “Can I do that, please?”

“Oh,” you say, slightly taken aback. All you can manage is a jerky nod, a light flush covering your cheeks at his gentle voice. You’re not so used to such… gentleness. 

Xavier peers up at you, his fingers pressing into your back to help you relax until you stop holding yourself up on your knees and sink down lower, finally settling on his lap. His fingers thread through your hair, pushing at the back of your head gently until you rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his neck as you snuggle closer.

It’s cozy and comforting and Xavier’s body is akin to a heater. Feeling your eyes droop, you press your face into the crook of your neck, letting out a sleepy hum.

“You’re roping me into sleeping,” you mumble, a contented coo leaving you when he rubs your back. 

“Rest is good,” Xavier offers, his lips brushing across your cheek fleetingly, “sleep and when you’re ready, I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Anything?” you ask sleepily.

“Anything.”

“Even a baby?”

A small smile pulls at Xavier’s lips, a gentle kiss pressed to your hair.

“Especially a baby.”

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You wake up to the heat of Xavier’s mouth against your neck.

Brows furrowing, your eyes blink open blearily to find Xavier’s head buried into the crook of your neck. When he scrapes his teeth against your skin, a soft, sleepy noise leaves you, eyes slipping shut momentarily.

“You tricked me,” you murmur, fingers sliding through his soft hair. 

“I didn’t trick you,” Xavier sighs, his hot breath fanning across your neck, making you shiver. “I simply… left out some details.”

A whine escapes you when he kisses your throat, head tilting the opposite way when he kisses your neck on the other side, his tongue laving across your skin, mouth smacking quietly against your skin before trailing down. His fingers pull at your shirt, enough for him to kiss across your sternum before latching on once more, sucking a hickey into your skin.

“How many did you leave?” you ask, squirming in his lap when he cups your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Enough,” he replies vaguely, his head tilting to peek down your shirt to get a glimpse of your tits, humming in satisfaction when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. 

“Enough?” you echo, fingers brushing across your neck, hissing softly when you feel how tender your skin is. “Enough for what?”

Xavier stares back at you blankly and you raise your brows expectantly, poking his chest in question. When he stays quiet, you narrow your eyes, pinning him in place until he gives; his gaze flitting away from you.

“Please don’t tell me you did what I think you did.”

“I didn’t,” Xavier supplies innocently, grumbling when you manage to jostle yourself off of his lap and out of his grip, padding into your bathroom, jaw dropping when you see what he’s done to your neck while you were asleep.

“What the fuck?” you squeak out, switching on the light to get a better look. “Xavier, what the fuck?”

Purple and pink splotches cover your neck, marked into every spot of free skin, save for the back of your neck which seems untouched when you crane your neck awkwardly, trying to assess the damage. 

You look like you’ve been viciously attacked by a damn vampire. 

“This is- is more than- than- ugh! I don’t know!” you exclaim frustratedly. “I can’t even go out looking like this now!”

“Good,” Xavier mutters, crossing his arms as leans against the doorway, his gaze tracking you as you flutter about the bathroom frantically, watching quietly while you rub a bit of concealer into a purplish splotch to see whether it would disappear. 

It doesn’t.

“Good?” you snap, glaring up at him, “you call this,” you gesture to your discolored and marked-up neck, “good?”

“Yes, good,” Xavier repeats stubbornly, snatching your concealer and setting it down on the vanity, his hands sliding up over your hips to pick up and set you on the vanity after, stepping in between your thighs when you try to squirm away. “Now stop moving.”

Your eye twitches as you glare at him harder, crossing your arms over your chest when he digs through a couple of your drawers, fishing out a pack of makeup wipes.

“Fuck off,” you murmur, swatting his hand away when he tries to rub a wipe against your neck, lips thinning in irritation. 

“What? You want a kiss to feel better, baby?” 

“W- what?” you sputter when you hear Xavier’s voice, his question sending a pleasant thrill through your body that settles in your lower stomach, making you feel warm.

“I said, do you want a kiss to make you feel better?” he murmurs, catching your flailing hand this time, smoothing the wipe against your neck to get rid of the futile job of concealing you’d attempted in vain. 

“No,” you grouse, frown deepening as you look away, too stubborn to give into Xavier’s whims just yet.

“No?” Xavier sighs, looming closer until he noses into your cheek, lips pressing against it in a gentle kiss. “I’ll be cumming inside of you soon and you’re worried about a couple of hickeys?”

“Stop- stop talking like that,” you hiss, hand slapping over his mouth in an attempt to stop his strangely arousing words, unused to the change in his demeanor. “And it wasn’t just a couple, you’ve practically mauled my entire neck.”

Xavier sends you an annoyed look, his words too muffled for you to hear when you press your hand against his mouth harder. Asshole. You wanted to glow with motherhood, not to look like you’d been punched in the throat repeatedly. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out when he finally manages to pull your hand away from his mouth, his grip firm as he catches your other wrist that shoots out in an attempt to shut him up. “I’m sorry for leaving so many hickeys, okay?”

“The damage is already done,” you mumble, looking away from him, tugging your wrists free from him.

“That’ll show Caleb,” he mumbles under his breath, barely audible.

Your ears prick up when you hear Caleb’s name being uttered. Right. Xavier was jealous. You seriously should have thought this plan through better. 

It doesn’t help when Xavier presses closer, nosing into your cheek apologetically, his voice soft.

“I‘m sorry, baby.”

“I don’t care if you’re sorry, Xavier.”

He sighs heavily, leaning back to run a hand through his hair. Your annoyance grows when you watch his hair fall back into place perfectly, the man before you still looking calm and composed. 

“What do you want me to do, then?” he asks, raising his brows. “Get on my knees and grovel?”

Your brows raise at his suggestion, satisfaction coursing through you. That’d be a sight. “Yes, actually,” you reply flippantly, “you should definitely get on your knees and grovel.”

“Okay.”

Taken aback isn’t the right word to describe your expression when Xavier sinks down onto his knees in your bathroom. You shuffle forward on the vanity, blinking down at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish of water. Your mouth shuts soon after when he reaches out, grasping your foot.

Xavier’s fingers slide over your foot, thumb pressing into the arch of it, lifting your foot, his mouth pressing against your ankle in a reverent kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, turning your foot in his hand to press another to your ankle. “I should’ve asked and I shouldn’t have left so many.”

“You’re right,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t waver too much, betraying your arousal. “You should’ve asked.”

It’s uncomfortable, sitting on the vanity like this. You can’t squirm too much, it’ll give you away, but the stickiness in your panties has become unbearable with the way Xavier continues to talk, his voice smooth and soft. The fact that he’s on his knees isn’t helping either, your toes curling involuntarily with every brush of his mouth against your foot.

You’re not completely oblivious to what he’s doing. Xavier might seem unassuming, but you can feel the way his mouth parts against your ankle, his tongue darting out to taste your skin briefly. 

Xavier’s intentions become clear when his mouth trails up your leg, uttering repeated apologies. “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, baby…” You jolt when his teeth scrape against your inner thighs, his hands smoothing up over your legs, to pull you towards him. 

“Do you accept my apology?” he asks innocently, kissing your thigh again, nudging closer until his face presses right between your thighs, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathes you in. “Fuck… I think you do, baby.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, fingers pushing at his head to try and get him out from between your thighs, only for an unbidden moan to slip out of your mouth when he pulls your sleep shorts to the side and runs his tongue along your drenched panties. 

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you manage breathlessly, foot worming in between to press against his chest, pushing him back. 

Xavier’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes darkening when you deny him. Your hips roll when he strokes his fingers against the sole of your foot, a soft sigh leaving you.

“I think I apologized at least ten times,” Xavier replies, huffing out an irritated breath when you pull your foot free.

When he lurches towards you, you click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Stay.”

Xavier pauses, cursing under his breath, his hand slipping down to press against his half-hard cock. You smile when he stays, kneeling on the floor obediently. Squirming on the vanity, you pull your shorts along with your panties, dangling the fabric on your finger.

It drops from your finger onto the floor and Xavier twitches, his eyes closing momentarily to restrain himself. 

“Look,” you whisper, voice lilting, “look, Xavier.”

When his eyes open, you can spot the spread of a pinkish flush dusted across his cheeks, his ears reddened prettily, eyes going half-lidded when he sees your wet pussy on display. You let your fingers slip between your thighs, a needy whine leaving you, your slick webbing between your fingers as you spread your puffy folds, letting him see more.

You smile at him, circling your clit before your fingers press inside of your cunt briefly, voice turning into a whiny complaint. “I feel so empty, Xavier.”

“What are you playing at?” Xavier asks, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I‘m not playing at anything,” you murmur, “‘m just… relieving myself. Is that a problem?”

“Yes,” he mutters entirely too quickly, his hand pressing against the hard bulge in his sweats harder, a ragged breath leaving him. “It is a problem. Let me up, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, squirming when he looks up at you like that, flushed and needy. Your mouth opens in another moan, hips rocking needily across the vanity, desperate for relief. 

“Xavier.”

It’s enough to have his resolve snapping, and your arms wrap around his neck when he surges up to his feet, stepping between your dangling legs, his mouth crashing onto yours. You moan into the kiss, pawing at his hoodie, trying to drag him closer.

“Didn’t come see me after the elevator, then you say you want a baby,” he rasps against your lips, hands sliding under your thighs to pick you up, his head tipping back when you latch onto his throat. “Been too busy fucking other men, hm? My cock wasn’t good enough for you?”

“It- it was,” you protest, feet locking around his waist when he carries you out of the bathroom. You mewl against his neck when he squeezes your thighs roughly.  “It was really good.”

“Could’ve given you a fucking baby in that elevator if you’d asked,” Xavier mutters, tossing you onto your bed, lips slotting over yours once more for another hungry kiss. He kisses you breathless, his hands squeezing at your ass greedily, kneading your hips soon after.

You laugh against his lips, smiling lazily when you feel his lips twitch, eyes finding his.

“An elevator isn’t exactly a baby-conceiving location.”

Xavier huffs out an amused breath against your cheek, his lips trailing down your jaw. “I did fuck you without a condom.”

“And I liked it,” you murmur, cupping his jaw to draw him back to you, lips smacking against his.

“I figured as much,” Xavier muses, leaning back.

You watch appreciatively when he pulls his hoodie over his head smoothly, a dreamy look coming across your face when you slide your hands up his chest, eyes fluttering when he does the same to your thighs, his palms warm against your skin.

“You look good,” you breathe out, squirming under him when he gropes at the fat of your ass, your hand sneaking lower to palm him through his sweats.

“Thank you,” Xavier murmurs, his voice growing increasingly strained the more you caress his clothed cock.

You shift awkwardly, your bed dipping at your movements, drawing a laugh out of Xavier when he nearly topples over you. You smile up at him, nuzzling against his warm chest, lips drifting across his abdomen, pressing kisses here and there.

Xavier groans, his fingers sliding through your hair as you mouth at him, pulling your head back.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, his fingers skimming across your cheek, trailing over your lips. “How could I not be jealous?” Xavier whispers, letting go of your hair to lean closer, his fingers sliding under your chin. “How could I not mark you up when you look like this, all pretty and soft under me?”

There’s a dangerous thump in your chest, one that has you lurching forward, neck craning up to meet his kiss when he dips his head. You feel hot, heart rampantly beating at his words, wanting more of his praise, of his devotion. It’s selfish of you, really.

“Please,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses your cheek, “please, Xavier.”

“I know,” he soothes, his hand smoothing over your side, “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

Xavier’s hands slip under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. You sigh softly against his lips when he kisses you again, his fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples until he manages to draw out another needy whimper from your lips.

You pout when he pulls away, your expression mirroring his when he frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“You let Rafayel mark you up.”

Brows furrowing, you look down, spotting the lingering but faint splotches on the side of your breasts. 

“That’s hardly anything compared to what you’ve done to my neck,” you mumble, arms sliding over your chest when he eyes your tits intently, feeling shy. 

“I take it back,” he sighs, pulling your hands away from your chest. “It wasn’t enough.”

You yelp when he surges towards you, one of his hands grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them up above your head.

“X- Xavier!”

“Be good, sweetheart,” he mutters, mouthing over the faint marks, making you moan.

You whine under him, writhing when he swirls his tongue over your nipple, back arching to offer more of yourself up to him. Xavier grunts against you, his free hand coming to pin down your bucking hips that’d begun to rock against his clothed thigh, your body unabashed and uninhibited.

“‘m gonna make you mine,” Xavier rasps, peering up at you, his tongue lewdly flicking at your nipple before mouthing at the side of your breast, teeth scraping and mouth sucking until he pulls back satisfied, kissing the darkened mark on your skin. “And you’re going to be full of my cum, okay? Gonna be pregnant with my fucking baby.”

You nod your head rapidly and Xavier smiles against your chest, his lips trailing down over your ribs. When he frees your wrists, you slide your fingers through his soft hair, thighs pressing together in an attempt to relieve the ache in your pussy.

“Please touch me,” you gasp, “please… please?”

“You beg so sweetly,” he sighs, the tip of his nose brushing against your breast again, his mouth latching on once more. Sharp, ragged noises leave you, eyes squeezing shut when he finally slips a hand between your thighs. “Baby, you’re dripping.”

You flush, blinking down at Xavier when he shuffles down, his cheek resting against your thigh as he spreads your puffy folds open, swearing under his breath when he sees the strings of slick clinging stubbornly to you.

“‘s all for you,” you whisper, spreading your thighs a little more to try and entice him to bury his face between your thighs. “All for you, Xavier. Not Rafayel, not Caleb, not Zayne or Sylus. Just you.”

“Just for me,” he echoes, fingers flexing against your thighs. “Do you promise?”

“I promise,” you affirm, reaching down to rub your fingers against your clit, a soft moan leaving your lips. “Don’t you want what’s yours?”

“I know what you’re d-”

Slick-coated fingers press against his lips, pushing forward until you press them into his mouth, fingers resting on his tongue. Your cunt clenches around nothing when Xavier sucks your fingers, his darkened gaze never straying from your cunt, thumbing your folds further apart to watch your pussy clench again.

You moan when he slides his tongue between your fingers, sucking them clean before pulling off with a muted pop.

“All yours,” you offer again, voice breathless and eager.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, shooting you a hungry stare, “all fucking mine, baby. Every inch of you.”

You lose your ability to hold yourself up on your elbows when Xavier buries his face between your thighs, his tongue licking and swirling through your folds, low groans emanating from him.

Thighs twitching, your fingers fist his hair, unable to keep your sounds quiet any longer. Xavier slurps at your pussy, the sounds of him lapping at your cunt mixing with your unrestrained moans, the atmosphere in your bedroom laden with lust.

“You taste so good,” he whines, nuzzling into your thigh, pressing a wet kiss to your skin. “I could do this for hours.”

A hazy mewl is your response, hips rolling up to meet his mouth. You squeal when he sucks your sensitive clit into your mouth, toes curling against his back, feeling his muscles flex everytime he has to pin your thighs down, stopping you from clamping them around his head.

“Oh,” you whine, eyes squeezed so shut you think you’re seeing stars. “Xavier, fuck- ‘s too much-”

“Too much?” he breathes out against your pussy, “you asked for this, baby. Now be a good girl and take it.”

You think you could cum alone from his voice, stern and unbudging. He wasn’t like this in the elevator, far more desperate, far more out of control. Now, Xavier seems restrained, like he knows what he’s doing and knows what he wants.

His tongue laving over your pussy is enough to have you thinking that you might pass out, chest rising and falling with ragged pants, Xavier’s hand reaching to paw at your breasts, groping soon after. You whimper when he pinches your nipples, the sharp sensation going straight down to make your cunt clench. 

Xavier’s teeth scrape across your puffy folds, and your eyes snap open, shooting him a panicked look, only for him to smile against your pussy, his tongue lolling out to trail over your swollen, aching clit lazily. 

“Gonna let me mark you up here?” he asks, pressing a reverent kiss to your clit, his fingers pressing against your inner thigh in question, as close as possible to your pussy.

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you whisper, tugging his hair, hips rolling up to meet his awaiting mouth, back arching when he licks over your wet pussy sloppily.

“You’re right,” Xavier smiles up at you, boyish and eyes twinkling, “it’s a great idea.”

You roll your eyes, although his quip makes you laugh, arms wrapping around his neck when he crawls up over you again. He licks into your mouth, swallowing your noises when you taste yourself on his tongue, eager pussy trying to suck in his fingers that he rubs against you.

“C’mon,” he whispers, pecking your lips, “please, baby?”

You’re much too easily swayed because you’re nodding, hands sliding over his firm chest, tongue trailing over his lower lip playfully. Xavier moans against your lips, and you follow soon after when he curls his fingers inside of you, beginning to thrust them in and out of you.

“Fine,” you murmur, “but only a few.”

Xavier shoots you a displeased look, pressing an agitated kiss to your mouth, muttering under his breath about how stubborn you are. He takes what you give him though, slinking back down to kiss your inner thighs, getting to work.

You clench around his fingers, mewling and whining with every thrust of his fingers, every drag of his tongue against your skin. When he’s fussed over your thighs, he returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, tongue swirling and flicking over the swollen bud.

“Gonna cum,” you whine, thighs squeezing around his hand, the sensations of his tongue almost overwhelming against your clit, every suck and slurp causing heat to pool in your stomach.

“Do it,” he rasps, fingers slipping out of you in favor of running his tongue over your wet pussy, a deep groan emanating from his throat. “Cum on my tongue, baby.”

It’s too much, the swirl of his tongue, the pets of his fingers against your clit. All it takes is Xavier pressing his tongue into your fluttering hole to have you squealing, toes curling and back arching as you cum on his tongue. You mewl dazedly, thighs twitching when he strokes over your clit more firmly.

“That felt good,” you mumble, playing with his hair absentmindedly. 

You blink down at Xavier when he doesn’t reply, legs kicking out when he sucks your clit into his mouth again, the overstimulation enough to make you writhe.

“I- I already came!” you squeak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he sinks two fingers inside of your fluttering pussy.

“You can do it again,” Xavier mutters, kissing your thigh and then your hip, “can’t you, sweetheart?”

“N- nghhhh- no,” you whine, shaking your head, hips bucking up, your mind feeling delirious with pleasure. 

“Yes, you can,” he breathes out, peering up at you, spitting down onto your cunt lewdly, the sensation making you let out a shuddering breath. “You said you were mine, that this was mine,” Xavier whispers, his fingers rubbing his spit into your pussy, “remember?”

Fuck. You had said that, hadn’t you? 

“No?” you offer innocently, averting your gaze when Xavier narrows his eyes. “I don’t quite recall…”

“Better start recalling,” he huffs out, although you can feel his smile against your skin, his teeth nipping at the fat of your thigh playfully. 

“Just one more time,” you murmur, “okay?”

Xavier hums, busying himself between your thighs again. You don’t miss the way his hips grind against your bed, humping needily everytime he slurps at your pussy. It makes you horribly wet, and you’re tugging at his hair hard, unable to keep yourself from writhing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper and whine, cheek squishing into your pillows.

Xavier tightens his grip on you everytime your thighs twitch, his arms winding around your thighs in a final attempt to keep you in place.

“Stop trying to squirm off of my mouth,” Xavier grouses, “just want you to cum, baby. Stop being so stubborn.”

You manage out a shuddery whine in response, clawing at the sheets when he sucks on your clit harshly, the sounds of his lips smacking against your sloppy pussy obscene in the quietness of your apartment. 

He keeps you there, fingers thrusting lazily, tongue petting across your clit, his spit leaking down between your asscheeks until you cum again with a sharp cry of his name, shuddering violently, body curling in on itself.

“Good girl,” he soothes, rising up between your thighs, his lips wet against your cheek, “good girl, sweetheart. You did so well.”

You sniffle, snuggling up into his chest, eyes drooping shut tiredly. Xavier’s hand smooths over the curve of your hip, pulling you closer, his voice soft as he whispers sweet praises, kissing your cheek every now and then.

You can feel him not trying to move too much but you can feel the press of his arousal against your hip, hot and hard, straining against his sweats. Despite your tiredness, there’s still a dull ache between your thighs, only one Xavier’s cock can relieve.

Pretending to snuggle closer, your hand creeps down, brushing against his hard, clothed cock. You can hear the hitch of his breath, a shuddery exhale leaving him when you brush your hand against him again.

“You- ah- you should rest,” he begins, fingers threading through your hair.

Shaking your head, you blink up at him innocently, hand sliding into his sweats to finally feet him. Xavier’s cock is hot, twitching in your greedy grip when you squeeze, a whine leaving him when you drift your thumb across the head of it, smearing pre-cum along the length.

“You said you’d give me a baby,” you whisper, “remember?”

He glares at you when you throw his words back at him, his head tipping back when you pull his sweatpants down, a moan leaving him as you throw a leg over one of his, pressing closer as you stroke his cock at a languid pace.

“No wonder everyone’s wrapped around your fucking finger,” he mutters, sliding his hand over his flushed face, “you’re insatiable, sweetheart.”

You smile up at him sweetly, mouthing across his throat, hand working up and down his cock in slow pumps, mewling softly against him when pre-cum wets your hand. Xavier pants when you scrape your teeth across his neck, suckling at his skin until you’re satisfied, pulling back to see your handiwork; a prettily blooming hickey on his neck.

“Ah fuck,” he whimpers, hips bucking up to thrust into your hand when he feels your punishing pace, trying to fuck his cock up into the heat of your hand faster. “Baby, fuck-”

“You can take it,” you goad, smiling against his throat when Xavier grunts, his fingers flexing against your hips.

A glance down has you humming in satisfaction. The tip of his cock is flushed prettily, Xavier’s cock heavy in your hand, his body twitching whenever you rub your thumb over the tip teasingly.

“Please,” he whispers, his cheeks hot with embarrassment, squirming underneath you when you cup his balls, massaging them in your hand, a fat glob of pre-cum dripping from his cock.

“Please what?” you coo, biting his shoulder.

Xavier whimpers and your cunt clenches, lips trailing over his neck to suck another mark into the base of his throat.

“Please let me fuck you, sweetheart. Let me fuck you full, hm? Give you that baby you want so badly."

You hum happily, still stroking his cock when he tips his head towards you. Xavier’s lips are soft against yours, insistent and stubborn when you try to slow the pace, his hand curling around your throat to hold you in place.

Xavier sighs into your mouth, spit leaking as he licks into your mouth sloppily, his free hand curling around yours to guide it against his cock, tightening your grip.

He’s shifting you to how he wants, stealing another kiss while he manages to get you to turn, your back pressing against his chest while he draws you closer, his cock slipping between your thighs to thrust shallowly.

You whine, thighs pressing together, Xavier groaning when he feels the pressure of your thighs around his cock.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he complains, his hand sliding between your thighs to pry them apart, his breaths fanning across your hair as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

“I- I don’t know!” you respond exasperatedly, “I just- I want your cock, Xavier!”

“My cock and my cum,” he sighs against your cheek, fingers petting across your pussy, lips trailing across your jaw, “and my baby, hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, turning your head to meet his lips, letting out a contented noise when he kisses you.

The brush of his cock against your pussy is welcome, mouth working against Xavier’s eagerly when he presses his cock against your aching hole. There’s enough slick and pre-cum for him to slide in easily, Xavier’s eyes fluttering shut in bliss at the heat of your pussy, his face nuzzling against you.

A soft moan escapes you, hand splaying out over Xavier’s when he presses it against your stomach, his breathing ragged as he draws his hips back and thrusts them forward, burying his cock into your cunt.

“So tight,” he mumbles, “just as needy as you were back then, baby.”

You sigh dazedly, ass pressing back against him, cunt clenching around his cock greedily. Xavier’s cock twitches and he grunts, his fingers reaching around to play with your clit while he fucks his cock into you with firm thrusts that have you whimpering out his name.

“X- Xavier, so- so good.”

“Taking my cock so well,” he praises, his hand sliding up to squeeze your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. “Such a good fucking girl, hm?”

“Your good girl,” you slur, hips squirming back to try and take him deeper. “‘m your good girl, Xavier.”

“Yeah,” he moans, kissing your cheek sloppily, “yeah you are, baby.”

You sigh hazily, letting him lift your leg for him to thrust deeper, every roll of his hips leaving you curling into him. Your hand reaches back to cup the back of his neck, mewling contentedly when he presses himself closer, his lips trailing across your shoulder before you tip your head back for another kiss.

“Gonna have my baby, sweetheart, hm?” Xavier whispers against your lips, unable to stop himself from kissing you between each word, every peck against your lips making you chase after him. “I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, peering up at him, watching as his gaze trails over you hungrily, every thrust of hips making your breasts move. 

Xavier grunts, his head falling against your shoulder. His fingers wrap around your hip tighter, grip almost bruising with the way he’s clinging onto you, his cock driving into your cunt purposefully.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” he moans, his arm winding around your thigh tighter, mouth trailing across your arm, “fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“G- good,” you hiccup, your own hand slipping down to play with your clit, desperate to cum with him. “Wanna cum with you, Xavier.”

“You’re perfect,” he breathes out, lust-ridden eyes giving way to something that looks adoration, his eyes softening enough to have your heart fluttering and teeth sinking into your lower lip shyly. Xavier smiles, leaning closer, his lips brushing across your cheek gently. “My perfect girl.”

You’re almost sure you would swoon if not for his cock stuffing you full and the tight grip he has on you, anchoring you against him.

Every lewd sound, every sloppy kiss he lands against your lips, it really is too much. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you mumble, pouting.

“Then cum,” he says hoarsely, nuzzling against you, “c’mon baby, cream my cock and I’ll stuff you full like you want me to, breed you like you want me to.”

You gasp when his hips thrust forward hard, nails scratching across Xavier’s forearm, his cock buried deep inside of you, enough to have your toes curling.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, “Xavier!”

“Shit,” Xavier curses, his hips stuttering when he feels your walls clenching around his throbbing cock unforgivingly, “baby, gripping me too tight.”

A few more circles against your clit has you panting, hand curling into a pillow as you shudder and come, squeaking when Xavier drags you back when you try and squirm off of his cock, holding you in place. You can feel the way his cock throbs, Xavier’s soft whine making you clench around him again, his hot cum spilling into you.

You both pant raggedly, bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Xavier managing to circle his arms around your waist and hug you closer, his lips pressed against your shoulder firmly while you twitch, his cock still stuffed inside of you.

When his softening cock slips out of you, you whimper, fingers curling around his wrist when he uses his fingers to push his cum back into you, with a kiss to your cheek.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” he murmurs, his other hand stroking over your thigh affectionately.

Xavier yawns soon after, and you hum happily when he curls himself behind you, his fingers still pushing his cum into you lazily.

“Thank you,” you whisper, tilting your head to kiss him.

“Anytime,” Xavier breathes out, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

You peer up at him when he stares down at you, your own fingers trailing over his cheek. He turns his head kissing your palm, his eyes fluttering shut.

“You really mean that?” you muse, your fingers trailing down his throat teasingly.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Anytime.”

- 

There’s a crick in your neck when you wake up with how awkwardly you’re positioned against Xavier, curled into him intimately.

He lets out a cute, sleepy noise, one that has you smiling fondly as you shift to get more comfortable, fingers drifting across his firm chest fleetingly. It’s a bit awkward, but you manage to flip over onto your back, pressing a quick kiss to Xavier’s cheek, somehow hoping that’ll appease his sleeping form, and be enough for you to move his arm slung over your waist. 

Amidst all your squirming, Xavier’s arm only seems to tighten. 

You huff out an exasperated breath, flopping back against your bed, feeling boneless. Feeling hot, you kick your blanket off of you, muffling a squeak when Xavier presses closer, his nose digging into your cheek, a soft snore escaping him.

Dork.

Your brows furrow you blink down, wincing internally when you see the hickeys he’d left between your thighs. Much less than on your neck, but still fresh enough for someone to see them clearly. 

You spy a few more hickeys on your breasts, lifting the leg he’d been caressing to assess it. Two darkened splotches lay on the inside of your ankle. 

How conniving.

You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so sated and warm, eyes fluttering shut again. You needed your rest after all, to deal with Caleb later.

The reminder of the fighter pilot is enough to jolt you awake again, heart dropping when you remember the image of your near-mauled neck and marked-up inner thighs. Xavier whines in protest when you sit up agitatedly, dragging you back towards him. You’d swat his head if he didn’t look so sleepy and unguarded, his face nuzzling back into the crook of your neck with a satisfied yawn. 

Another glance towards your thighs makes you cringe.

Fuck.

Caleb was going to freak.

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sensitive ── J.JK

summary ── you two have been friends since the beginning of time. after finally getting together, you guys had a miscommunication problem regarding your sex life in concern that jeongguk didn't want you but truth is, he's just a sensitive boy, too sensitive.

content warnings ── self conscious jk, sensitive jk, nipple play, pussy pocket, vibrator, dirty talk, whiny jk, orgasm denial, sub jk, dom reader, pre-discussed kinks and wtv, safe sane and consensual, jk hugs a pillow to his chest like a cutie, a hint of dacryphilia, jk cries but he loves it.

word count ── 2.3k

note ── i love big muscled men who are 5x bigger than me but are whiny little subs. so i present you this and more soon to come <3 - i didn't really edit or reread, so please bare with me !!

There was one thing you loved no matter what in your sex life with Jeongguk and that was how incredibly sensitive he was. Yes emotionally but also physically.

You had been with Jeongguk since you guys were kids and you grew up together. You went through the awkward teen stages together, sneaking over to each other's houses, calling each others’ parents your own, hell - you two were basically attached at the hop. It was only time before you guys started dating, everyone basically was betting on it - literally, your mother pulling out 20 bucks and giving it to your dad with a grumble.

Your friends had teased you guys by repeated mutters of finally. They just never thought you guys would wait to date when you were halfway through college.

However, you two never started anything sexual for a few years. At first, it was just messy makeouts on each other’s beds. It’s not that you didn’t want to go further but instead, Jeongguk didn’t want to. He was always so adamant about pleasing you and would offer to use his mouth or finger you but he shut down any advances you made to please him.

At first, you paid little attention to it until it got confusing. Did he just not want to fuck you? Were you ugly? Did he hate how you looked? Did he hate your body? Was he even turned on by the thought of you? Was he asexual?

It took a few weeks before you brought your concerns up to him. He was red in the face and immediately shutting down your concerns.

“-No, no, no- It’s not like that, at all. Really.” He breathed out quickly, immediately reaching out for your waist and pulling you closer from where you stood before him on the bed and onto his lap. You sighed, hands going to his hair as he hid his face in your neck.

“Well, talk to me, baby. I can’t know what’s going on or how to help if you won’t talk about it. Communication, remember?” You said and he groaned.

“You’ll laugh at me.” He whispered, arms around your waist tightening when you tried to move back. “I think I’ll die if you laugh at me. Anyone but you.”

You couldn’t help the frown tugging on your lips, immediately combing your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. You pressed kisses against his head. “I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“You will…” He whined. This time, you tugged his head back by the strands of his hair and you could see the glossy cover over them, tears budding.

“No, I won’t. I love you, Ggukie. All of you, no matter what.” You cup his face, using the pads of your thumb to wipe away the tears falling. “Just tell me, whatever it is, I promise it won’t change anything unless you want it to. I’m right here beside you.”

There was a pout on his lips before he sighed, resting his forehead against your chest. “-ensitive…”

“Huh?” You asked, not catching what he whispered.

Jeongguk lifted his head up, “I’m sensitive.” and when you only sent a confused faze, he groaned. “Like really sensitive. I-I… Any, uhm, stimulation makes me cum easily.” His voice faded towards the end, his gaze fell from your face and head down.. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I don’t want to now so I just-said no to sex.” He sniffled. “Didn’t want you to laugh at me either.”

“Baby,” You whispered, hands cupping his face and tilting him up to look at you but he had his eyes closed. You sighed, “Look at me, baby. I’m not laughing, am I?”

It took a few seconds but little by little, his eyes began opening and you gave him a small smile before pressing a few kisses at the top of his head before making your way down the slope of his nose and against his lips. You leaned back, hands pushing the strands of his hair back. “I’m not laughing.” You told him, “It’s not embarrassing, not at all.” You pressed another kiss to his lips.

“You don’t- You don’t wanna break up, right?”

At that you couldn’t help the giggle that passed your lips. “Never, baby. You’re all mine.”

And you showed him just that. Kissing every inch of his body before you fucked him and had him eat you out like the good boy he was and eager to prove he was.

Ever since then, you both discovered many things about yourselves sex wise.

However, you guys were trying something different tonight.

Orgasm Denial.

You sat between his legs, his own over yours and he held a pillow against his chest. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock stood proud against his abdomen. You had lube in front of you, along with a pocket pussy and a vibrator.

You ran your hands along the inner of his thighs, getting close to his cock before you ran your nails back down his thighs, feeling the way he tensed but it definitely wasn’t out of discomfort if the twitch of his cock was anything to go by.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah…” He whispered, “I’m good.”

You opened the cap of the lube bottle, pouring enough on your fingers before you rubbed the goo between them to warm up the cold substance. After all, Jeongguk is incredibly sensitive.

You did light touches at first, only the tip of your finger trailing his shaft, just enough for him to get desperate for me, hips bucking up in search of your hand but you moved it back before he could get more. “Sit still.” You scolded him.

“Please…” He whined.

Unlike times before, you didn’t tease him too much. This time, you wrapped your hand around his cock, a groan slipping from his lips. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, moving your hand up for one stroke and feeling his thighs flex above your own. Then you did a second stroke before running the palm of your head against his tip, precum smothering against your hand and adding to the lubrication, his hands tightening their grip on the pillow with a groan, abs flexing.

“Already getting close baby?” You laughed, watching how your muscled boyfriend hid his face in the pillow, nodding his head.

But you didn’t relent your touches, you needed him close to the edge. So, you continued the strokes, grip tightening the closer you got to his tip, thumb occasionally running across it or digging into the slit until he jerked away from your hand with a muffled cry. But of course, it only took a few strokes until you knew he was close, hips desperately thrusting into your hand and toes curled. Just when the pleasure was about to flood his veins, your hand moved away and his hips thrust into the air only to meet nothing.

With your clean hand, you provided a soothing rub against his thigh until he calmed down, face moved from the pillow and eyes catching yours. “You okay baby?”

Jeongguk immediately nodded his head and you smiled. Jeongguk knew what to say to make it all stop, just the simple word ‘red’ and you’ll stop everything the second it leaves his mouth. But instead, he only waited for you to continue, a hint of eagerness in his eyes. You couldn’t help the smirk carving its way upon your face, you wiped your dirty hand upon the towel that was beneath Jeongguk before reaching for the pocket pussy and lube.

You dribbled the liquid upon his shaft, listening to the way his breath stuttered at the coldness that contrasted against his burning skin. “Doing so good for me, baby.” You told him before you gripped his shaft, just a light one as you pressed the opening of the pocket pussy against his tip, his hips immediately going up, allowing just an inch more into the sex toy but you didn’t let him get any farther, your free hand immediately going to his hip and holding him down. “Breathe, focus on me.” You told him, pushing the toy all the way down his shaft and listening to the muffled groan he let out against the pillow, thighs tensing as he waited for you to move but, you weren’t that simple. Instead, you shuffled closer, arms on his thighs to keep him secure but leaving enough room for you to move a hand down, fingers taunting his skin before cupping his balls. You watched the way his abs flexed.

“Cute.” You muttered but before he could say anything, you moved the toy up his cock and fondled with his balls. His back arched from the bed just a little, toes curling and sounds muffled by the pillow once again.

You didn’t slow down, not one bit. The grip on the pillow only tightened, body trembling beneath your ministrations, the slick wet sounds of his cock being thrusted inside the fake pussy filled the room with his silenced groans.

It took merely a minute or two before one of his hands reached down for your wrist, your name tumbling out of his lips repeatedly when his face moved from the pillow. “Please- oh god, I can’t! Y/n, going to-”

Just when his words got stuck in his throat did you pull the toy off of him, pre-cum profusely leaking from his slit and cock twitching for relief from  its swollen state, desperate for the pleasure that was being snatched from him. His stomach pooling heat, waiting for the second he could just let go. But that wasn’t anytime soon, he had two more denials before he was allowed to come.

Jeongguk peered down at you with teary eyes, the pillow against the bottom of his face.

Sensitive.

You leaned forward, shifting onto your knees with the vibrator in hand. You pushed the pillow to rest further down his chest. His face was decorated in red and his lips formed into a pout. You giggled, leaning down to press a kiss upon them. “Remember, focus on me.” You told him, the buzz of the vibrator coming to life echoed throughout the room. You stayed leaning forward, hand by his head to keep yourself up but you moved your other hand down, grasping his cock and pressing the vibe against him, feeling the way he jerks in the palm of your hand as you moved it up, pressing the vibrator against his tip. He gasped, teeth clenching with a whine making its way out, tears falling from his eyes.

“Baby, look at me.” You whispered, his watery eyes shifting to meet yours, more whines falling from his lips. “It’s okay, you’re doing so good.” Jeongguk shifted the pillow up again, just enough to tuck it against his chin, a choked cry falling from his lips as his legs trembled, toes curling. “Breathe,” you reminded him, his hands tightening against the pillow and hearing the gasps that fall from his lips pathetically. You moved the vibrator up and down a few times, using his pre-cum as lube - not like you needed it now, his cock practically soaked with his own juices with the lube you used before.

“Hghn-” Jeongguk began shaking his head, “please, please, please-” he whined, hips moving against your hand and you could feel him pulse, reaching closer and closer and closer until-

He let out a cry, your hand moving away from his cock as you sat back and watched how it pathetically weeped against his abdomen. “-mean, mean, mean.” he mumbled, moving the pillow close enough to hide his face, nuzzling against the padded comfort.

“I know baby,” You muttered, using your free hand to rub up and down his tensed thighs ,”just one more and then we’re done and you can cum. Just one more. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

He nodded against the pillow, peering up at you once more with hooded eyes, wet lashes fluttering. “Wanna be good.” He mumbled.

“I know, baby. You are my good boy.” You reassured him, the pad of your fingers running along his shaft and feeling him twitch beneath your touch. “You’ve been doing so good for me.”

He took a couple of breaths before he mumbled out that he was ready. His eyes watched you carefully as you turned the vibrator in hand back on, your free hand moving back to his thighs and rubbing them soothingly as you moved the vibrator closer to him, this time you pressed it against his balls first, it was not what he prepared for and his body lurched out of shock, trying to moving away from the strong vibrations but you kept him in place and moved the toy up his cock that leaked at the attention. 

The pleasure built up fast, way too fast and just as it felt like nothing could take away the impending orgasm, you did . Moving the vibrator fast away and he let out a whine that could easily be mistaken for a sob. 

Jeongguk immediately made grabby hand towards you, needing you closer and you obliged, whispers of encouragement pouring from your mouth as you leaned above him once more, his arms immediately going to wrap around your neck and bring you close enough for a kiss. It was soft and sweet, lips moving against yours slowly. All until you had to pull back for a breath. “You did so good, baby. So good for me.” You used one of your hands to brush the strands back from how it stuck to his forehead because of his sweat, he leaned into your touch. “Ready to cum?”

“Yes, please, please-” He begged.

You chuckled, hand going down to wrap around his cock and he hissed. Already so sensitive from before that it only took a few pumps for the pleasure that’s been pooling hot in his stomach to finally snap,the hot pleasure to rush through his veins and his body to shake. Tears unconsciously falling from his eyes at the numbing orgasm wracking through his body, lasting longer than any he’s had before.

You pressed kisses against his face, hands rubbing over his body until he calmed, relaxing against the bed and turning into putty beneath you.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Till Dawn || Eyeless Jack

Smut, 18+, minors dni. Tw: size kink, overall rough ass sex, unrealistic demon sex, stalking, a sprinkle of cnc, safe word IS in place, obsession, blood, blah blah. all the things. i had to lock tf in to finish this, it’s been sitting unfinished foreverrr. here you go my lovely’s <3

part two is here

part three is here

You were a fascinating creature.

EJ thought so, anyways.

Many years had passed since he had been human, his interest in mortals having previously faded. That engrossment only slipping away further after he had moved into Slenderman’s mansion.

Typically, besides killing for food, (and maybe fun), he never strayed from home.

When Jack wasn’t home, he was never staying. Always passing through.

That was, until he saw you.

Your scent was divine, the demon lurking inside the depths of EJ clinging onto the idea of a tasty snack.

Once Jack had found you, he began studying you from a far.

You weren’t hard to find, the annoyed curses leaving your lips giving away your location easily. You were awkwardly stumbling over your arms full of groceries, struggling to unlock the front door to your tiny home.

Typically EJ wouldn’t have noticed your behavior at all, his animalistic instincts shouting at him to break into the window upstairs. To slide in, waiting for you to get settled. To creep behind you and slit your throat. He could hear your heartbeat, the steady pulse sending adrenaline through his veins. His mouth was beginning to salivate under his mask, his interest now peaked as he observed your life.

You liked your coffee mostly black, with a single sugar cube. You were a night owl, giving Jack plenty to watch as he hid in the shadows of darkness. It occurred to EJ as he watched you join another round of an online game, your thick headset covering your ears, that he hadn’t really thought about what humans did in a long time.

Over the years he had sort of lost the man he once was, forcing himself to view mortals as meals, nothing more. After all, one sensitive vital organ and they’d be dead. Humans were so fragile. They aged so much quicker than he did. Why would he ever get attached?

The thought of a potential attachment hadn’t occurred to him, ever. EJ was content with passing through. He was content with his minimum social interacts with his fellow creeps back at the mansion.

But your scent.

Eyeless Jack grew more and more puzzled the longer he studied you. Why did you smell so fucking good? He had never cared for blood before, wounds not visible on your body anyways. Your pulse was normal, but he heard pulses around him all the time. Including two sets he lived with. Unless he was hunting, EJ had grown accustomed to tuning them out.

What was it about you?

It wasn’t until one night he was perched up in an oak tree, watching you prepare for bed. EJ had never considered himself to be a peeping tom. The female body held no interest to him other than the organs it contained. That was of course, until he saw you changing. You had tugged your shirt over your head, your bare breast bouncing as you pulled down your pants. Your panties were lacey, a material EJ hadn’t touched in ages. For the first time in years, Jack could feel his boner brushing against the fabric of his boxers.

You were so innocent, so unaware of his presence. EJ felt heat rush to his cheeks, awkwardly looking around to make sure no one else was looking at you like he was. You were so careless, leaving your curtains open like this. He was sure you figured since you were on the second story no one could see you. Jack liked that idea, him being the only one that could see you like this.

This made him only pay more attention. His attention now was not only on you, but the people you associated with. EJ liked that you mostly had friends and regular coworkers. He had no competition, no problem to deal with. His mind overworked itself trying to come up with realistic scenarios where he could meet you. Where he could feel the heat of your body, his cock buried in your cunt.

Despite Jacks obsession, he knew that the situation wasn’t ideal. His being over 6’5 and having dark gray skin the very least of his appearance issues.

The longer he watched your life, he noticed you were lonely. It didn’t matter how many friends you hung out with, he saw the look on your face deep in the night. The photos in your room of everyone you loved, every single photograph missing yourself. The filthy books you spent your time reading, the romance movies you watched. You needed a lover. Someone to tend to your needs, every dark desire.

He was over the moon when the opportunity presented itself.

Ben had given him a heads up, letting him know a ‘gnarly storm’ was heading the way EJ had recently been camping out at.

Standing in the rain wasn’t ideal for EJ. He didn’t particularly like being wet, the rain beginning to pour down. The thunder clapping and lightning striking was comforting for him, the wetness of the situation, not so much.

It was a usual night for you, your teddy bear wrapped desperately in your arms as you attempted to fall asleep. EJ watched you turn over restlessly, the storm clearly delaying your regular sleeping cycle. His gaze wondered over to the bright pink vibrator charging on your nightstand, his eyebrows raising.

When did he miss that?

It had to have been when he went to hunt earlier. Living off of deer was borderline revolting, his craving for human organs much more prominent. However he knew if he wanted to stay, eating one too many human organs created too much attention. A good chase from the cops taught him that lesson. Took him lots of stitches to heal, ones he had to do himself.

It occurred to Jack in that moment that if he was going to go through on his idea now was the time. He slowly walked down the thick branch of the oak tree, careful not to slip as he approached your window. He crouched down, raising his hand. He tapped on your window with his index finger, the unfamiliar feeling of fear filling him. Would you call the cops? What would you do? He watched you stir in your bed, as if you were internally debating if the noise was real.

EJ waited patiently for the thunder to subside, before tapping again. This time you sat up, your eyes landing on the window. EJ nervously realized this was the first time you were looking at him. He raised his large gray hand, waving at you. Your eyebrows furrowed, throwing the sheets off of you as you approached your window. EJ knew your window was broken, unable to be locked. He noted you pretending to unlock it, before shoving it upwards.

“Can I um, help you?” You asked. The rain droplets were splashing into your dry room due to the wind. EJ didn’t like that. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as non threatening as possible. He knew humans to be sensitive and after all of these years of not thinking twice about his voice, he was thinking about it now. “May I come in? It’s a bit wet out here,” EJ said as calmly as he possibly could. He watched you study him, your eyes fixated on his gray hands.

“I’m n-not so sure that’s a good idea. My brother’s home and I don’t think-” You stuttered, the lies spilling from your lips. Jack didn’t like this. You weren’t a liar. Without touching you, he slid into your room nimbly without a second thought. His drenched clothes were dripping water on the floor, his sights scanning the room up close for the first time.

“Hey! You can’t just barge in here!” You yelled. You stormed over to your nightstand, grabbing a baseball bat with ‘Vikings Middle School’ engraved on it. You rose the bat over your shoulder, swinging it with full intent to hit your intruder. Your eyes widened in fear as EJ caught the bat in mind air, his slender gray fingers wrapped around the metal. He tiled his head to the side, observing you.

First lies and now an attempt at assault. This is not off to a great start.

Jack immediately caught a whiff of your scent, the newly founded fear reeking off of you. And it was divine. EJ pushed the bat aside, taking a step closer to you. “Dont lie to me. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to offer you what you truly want in exchange for shelter from the storm,” EJ said. You were adorable, practically shaking in fear as he towered over you.

“I don’t want money if that’s what you’re offering. I’m not interested-” You began protesting. Jack noted your heart racing, his ears twitching at the delightful sound. He made you nervous. EJ’s dark chuckle cut off your sentence, causing you to stop talking. “Thats not what you truly want,” Jack purred. With another few steps towards you, he had backed you into a wall. With his arms on each side of your head, he slowly rose his knee. With an unseen smirk, he placed his knee between your legs.

A skimpy nightgown rode up your thighs, your face turning a light pink. “You’re lonely, I can fix that. I’ll only stay until dawn,” EJ said. Consciously he made an effort to be gentle as he rose his hand to touch your face. You were softer than he could’ve imagined, the softest silks having nothing on your skin. “I’m n-not-” You stuttered. Your heart was racing faster. It was music to EJ’s ears. “The vibrator sitting on your nightstand says otherwise,” Jack replied cockily.

His new found confidence was evident, your attention fully on him. Finally on him. EJ leaned forward, tilting up his royal blue mask as he leaned towards your ear. His voice was deep and soft, his breath hot as you trembled beneath him. “I promise i’ll make you feel really good,” EJ purred. His words were utter filth, your face flushing with heat. You could feel your core throbbing, your lust for a stranger so dirty but so thrilling.

“What’s your name?” You whispered. EJ was surprised by your question, causing him to lean back and slide his mask back into place. “I’m Jack, but you can call me EJ,” He replied. You toyed with the idea of asking him what EJ stood for, but decided against it. You stood up a little straighter, attempting to take more control of the situation. “Well EJ, if you’re going to fuck me, you better fuck me like you mean it. I want you gone at dawn. Understood?” You asked boldly.

A devious smile was curling up EJ’s lips, his mask blocking the view of his razor like teeth. “I knew you’d give into me, I can smell your arousal,” EJ replied. His gaze traveled down your body, soaking in your cleave that was revealed and your plush upper thighs. As if you could sense his devious thoughts, you pushed at his chest. “Hey i’m not kidding. Be gone at dawn or i’m calling the cops,” You threatened. Jack chuckled, before grabbing both of your thighs.

He picked you up with ease, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “Gone by dawn. I got it. If you want me to stop say red. Say anything else and I won’t, got it?” EJ asked. He carried you over to your bed, plopping you onto your soft mattress. You audibly whimpered an agreement, staring up at the man in front of you.

“Oh and one other thing,” EJ began, shoving his hoodie over his head. You marveled as his bare chest, his dark gray skin defining his muscles. “Dont freak out,” Jack finished. You stared at him blankly, blinking before he slid off his mask. EJ wasn’t a fan of removing his mask for any reason, not even to his victims. The most he would do is show his razor blade teeth every once in a while. Matter of a fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had removed his mask in front of anyone.

Jack had pondered about what to do about his appearance, the oozing black empty eye sockets something that couldnt be ignored. He figured revealing it immediately would get it out of the way, and based on the way you reacted, he’d know what to do. His obsession with you wasn’t just pure filth or attraction, you smelled absolutely delicious.

He would win in every scenario.

He would know how to make his choice based on your reaction. You were confused, watching as EJ leaned down over you. He pinned you to the bed, your body on fire with desperation. “Scared?” Jack purred, waiting to hear all of the insults he heard in his worst nightmares. You found yourself nervously chuckling, thunder rumbling outside. “Only of not cumming,” You replied in a cocky tone, causing EJ to smile. Surely the unsettling rows of animalistic teeth were going to set you off.

But they didn’t.

Your approval and calmness gave EJ confidence, his lips bringing themselves to yours. He was careful, restraining himself so he didn’t accidentally nip you with one of his teeth. He kept his tongues in his mouth, deciding that would be a surprise for later. He was rough and needy, his lips practically begging yours to respond faster. His hips pressed down lower on yours, his bulge visible and pressed against your clothed cunt.

You tasted like mint, the taste flooding his tastebuds with an intense craving. You bucked your hips upwards, whimpering in his mouth as he grinded against you. “Needy huh?” Jack taunted. He pulled down your night gown, exposing your bare breast to him. He leaned down, placing soft and gentle kisses onto your chest. “I know you aren’t talking,” You teased.

EJ growled into your skin as he lowered himself down your body, prying open your thighs. “Whys that?” He murmured, pressing his chapped lips against your plush inner thighs. You clamped your mouth shut, your hips involuntarily moving upwards towards his mouth. “Dont think I get any play huh? Thats funny, considering you’re practically begging me to touch you,” Jack snickered cruelly. He was relishing and thriving in your desperation, dragging your panties down with his razor sharp teeth.

They poked holes in your thin panties, the shredded clothing being dragged down your legs. EJ couldn’t take his eyes off of your bare cunt, your cheeks flushing a shade of red as the demon above you admired your dripping wet cunt. Jack had seen a cunt before, in his human life and accidentally in his demon one. But yours, yours was a sight for sore eyes.

With his index finger and middle finger Jack spread open your lips, admiring how wet you were for him. “I don’t have all night-” You began complaining, only for one of EJ’s tongues to lick a stripe up your cunt. Electricity shot through your body, causing you to let out a sinful moan. “You do have all night. I have you until dawn. And trust me, you’re going to remember this long after,” Jack said, returning his attention to your aching core.

To your surprise Jack had three tongues, each of them assaulting your cunt is different ways. Two had made their way inside of you, abusing your cunt by fucking you. The other was attacking your clit, stimulating you into a babbling mess. You grabbed his hair, his name spilling off of your lips involuntarily. It was all happening so fast, your body struggling to keep up with the pleasure. Jack couldn’t contain himself, unable to tease you any longer.

Your pussy tasted better than any fucking organ he had ever eaten. You yanked at the roots of his brunette hair, chanting you were going to cum. This didn’t encourage him to slow down, the killer in between your thighs only wanting to make you do it again.

“F-fuck Jack I-I can’t,” You whined, closing your thighs around his head. Jack smirked as he removed one of his tongues from your clit, allowing him to speak. “You know what to say if you actually want me to stop. I think you like this though. I think you like being treated like the whore you are,” Jack panted. You felt humiliated at his words, your walls squeezing around his tongues.

This made EJ chuckle, his gaze now settled on your bright red face. “You like that don’t you? Being a whore for me?” Jack asked mockingly, continuing to fuck you with his tongues. Truth was when Jack had caught you reading the dirtiest of books, he ensured to do his research. To imagine himself being the one to do the things to you like he read in the filth romance novels.

You tried to hold back your unholy moans, biting your lower lip as Jack stared up at you. His third tongue playfully licked across your clit again, causing your hips to jolt upwards. “I asked you a question,” Jack said sternly. His large hands pinned down your waist, prying your thighs open. “Y-yes I like being a whore,” You replied pathetically, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. Jack brought his spare hand to your cunt, drawing quick circles around your throbbing clit.

Your legs began to tremble as an animalistic, low growl left EJs throat. “Whose whore are you? Tell me,” Jack ordered, your walls squeezing around his tongues. You could barely make sense of his words, the ecstasy he was providing you too heavenly. “I’m yours, i’m your whore Jack. Fuck, please make me cum,” You pleaded.

She taste good and can beg? Fuck me.

“Cum for me like the good little whore you are.”

Your legs shook violently and attempted to close as you came, Jacks merciless assault coming to an immediate halt. He watched you ride out your euphoria, slipping his tongues out of your cunt. Your pussy was red and puffy, suffering from the abuse of a demon. He wiped his chin with his hand, crawling up closer to you. Your heart was pounding so loudly it took everything in him for Jack not to tear it out of your chest.

“You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Jack growled, sloppily pushing down his pants. He leaned back, lightning flashing as he stroked his cock in front of you. “You sure you can handle me? You seem tense,” Jack asked teasingly. He knew was far bigger than you, your eyes widening at the mere sight of his shaft. “I can handle anything you throw at me,” You say, swallowing to create some moisture in your dry mouth. Your throat and mouth having gone dry from making so many sinful sounds.

Jack smirked as he slowly slid inside of you, his tip alone stretching you out. You whimpered, causing Jack to lean forward. He sank into you slowly, peppering soft kisses on your neck. Purposefully he targeted your more sensitive skin, testing the waters to see which areas made you loosen up more. You clawed at his back, your face scrunched up in pain. EJ studied your face carefully, slithering one of his hands down to your puffy clit. “T-too much,” You babbled, your words beginning to slur. Your hand slid down to grab Jacks wrist, the killer above you not changing his mind.

“Need you loosen up a bit more. You’re doing so good. You can do it for me, yeah?”

His words were like a remedy for your pain, his cock now fully buried inside of you. You pulled your hand away from his wrist, your fingertips brushing over the outline of his cock inside of your stomach. You forced yourself to open your eyes, the sloppy circles Jack was drawing around your clit helping you adjust. You swallowed hard, meeting the gaze of the lust filled demon above you. “You can move,” You whispered. Jacks ears twitched, almost as if he was making sure he heard you right.

“Play with your clit for me while I fuck you,” Jack ordered. You did as instructed, your small fingers trailing down to your abused clit. You drew slow circles as Jack propped himself up, slowly bucking his hips into yours. You let out a loud moan, his cock hitting your g spot. The demons gaze fell down to your womb, his eye sockets widening as he saw the shape of his cock slide in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me,” Jack snarled, picking up the pace.

His thrust were brutal and animalistic, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Or felt before. His pace was relentless, his body not seeming to tire. “Jack!” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. He brought you into a sloppy kiss, struggling to be careful not to cut you with his teeth as he fucked you. “You feel so much better than I thought you’d feel. Fuck,” EJ groaned into your mouth, losing his control.

One of his teeth nicked your lower lip, a small tinkle of red crimson blood dripping down your bottom lip. Jack didn’t have time to think, his mouth on yours immediately. But this time, for a different reason. He sucked at your bottom lip as he pounded you, moaning at the taste of your blood. You felt disgusted how accepting your body was of this, your eyes fluttering shut as you allowed him to suck at your lower lip. Jacks orgasm was coming closer, even if he didn’t want it to.

His pace didn’t let up for a second, his body a slave to your pussy. He released your lip with a pop, growling as he felt his orgasm come closer and closer. “I’m going to fucking breed you. You’re gonna be all mine, all fucking mine,” Jack huffed, his control long gone. His gaze met yours, your face fucked out and your moans incoherent. “Cum with me. Cum all over me,” He panted, his orders now weak. Your small fingers were replaced with his own, his slender fingers resuming the assault on your clit.

“Fucking shit, EJ!” You cried out, gripping his arm as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your walls were milking his cock, begging him for his cum. They were pleading with him to breed your pretty little cunt, to make you all his. Your orgasm was all it took, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you. His moans were no longer the human language, his sounds of pleasure reverting back to incoherent growls. EJ panted as he looked down at you, your bottom lip puffy.

Your neck was covered in light purple and brown bruises, his light pepper kisses not as light as he thought. You were fucked out, your body lying limply on the mattress below you. Slowly he slid his cock out of you, your cunt red and puffy from the abuse. EJ watched as a mixture of his and your cum dripped out of you, your breathing slow and heavy. “Y/n?” Jack whispered. He was terrified he had broken you, his gaze landing on the bruises in the shape of his fingers that had littered your soft thighs.

You murmured an audible response, causing Jack to sigh in relief. He looked over his shoulder, the sun coming over the horizon. The storm had subsided, a light spring shower coming down from the sky above instead. You sat up slowly, watching your tall demon lover dress himself. You were dizzy and tired, blinking slowly as he shoved his pants back on. “You don’t wanna stay?” You asked softly, yawning. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before shoving his mask back on.

“We had a deal didn’t we? It’s dawn,” Jack said. He began to put his hoodie on, your eyes softening with disappointment. Jack could feel his stomach growling, the taste of your blood fueling his desire for a tasty meal. He wanted to stay, but he knew he would kill you if he lost control again. Without thinking he handed you his hoodie, before heading over to the window. You sat there dumbfounded, watching as he gave you a small wave goodbye.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be back,”

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Jealousy is a Bitter Look — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: how the overblots react to being jealous (some are a bit more jealous than others, but they all have their moment).

tw: unhealthy attachments (Malleus, but he's working on it). ngl this shows a bit of their flaws so its not complete fluff and a bit of a character study.

a/n: so I can't make a fluffy/cute jealous fic cus I find jealousy an emotion to work on? Like its not terrible to be jealous, it happens to the best of us, I just don't wanna romanticize it? 'Cus if left unchecked it can lead to toxic relationships so that's why I wrote this in a more uplifting manner (?). Idk, I'm weird ik.

wc: 1.5k (~200 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle tried not to get jealous. He trusted you wholly. But sometimes his insecurities got the best of him. Cater was more affectionate, did you wish he were more affectionate like that? Trey was kind, did you wish he would give you more? Ace and Deuce were stupid, but it was undeniable how well you got along, did you wish he were more carefree? Those feelings would tug at his heart, but it was something he needed to work on himself, it wasn’t your problem. That’s what he kept repeating in his mind as he watched you have fun with your friends. Lips downturned hidden behind a teacup, ocean grey eyes sharply watching the scene before him. He thought he was hiding it better, but it was clear to you with how he pouted. Excusing yourself from Ace and Deuce, you made your way to the ruby haired housewarden. Riddle greeted you, eyes softening and frown lifting slightly. You tell him that he could’ve just told you if he was jealous. Unlike some, he won’t deny it fully, instead explaining his reasoning. Work on it with him, reassure him that you like him for him. If you wanted someone else, you wouldn’t be with him, and he takes that to heart.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Jealousy is Leona’s middle name. After everything he’s been through, constantly being in second place, never getting what he truly wants…he feels like having you will slip through his fingers as well. Being with you, creating all those happy memories…it scares him. That one day you’ll find someone better and all he’ll have left of you are memories. So yes, he does get jealous, quite easily, and he masks it with his ego. He’s the best, don’t look at anyone else, he’s a prince, why would you settle for less? It’s quite clear that he’s jealous, his tail flicking, ears twitching, the sharp glare. When you confront him he won’t tell you the full truth, that’s a step too far at the moment. Be gentle with him, if someone flirts with you, tell them you have a boyfriend. Leona gets this smug smile and a warmth in his chest. As much as he won’t hesitate to claim you if someone won’t stop their advances, he loves it when you claim him. After all, it shows how much you care for him, how much you want him, and even the big bad lion needs a bit of reassurance.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

He’s actually quite similar to Leona in this regard. Azul was bullied when he was younger, which led him to having an inferiority complex about almost everything. He is bad at hiding it as well, clearly needing to be reassured that he was doing well and he was a good partner. It was just hard for him to comprehend that someone as amazing as you was actually with someone like him. He loves you so intensely, he can’t help but let his insecurities get the best of him sometimes. He thinks you’d hate his mer form or that someone that could offer you more will swoop you away from him. He wouldn’t even blame you, he’d just be hurt he couldn’t do more for you. (He’s thinking all this even though he would and could offer you the world if you asked). When someone is trying to flirt with you outright he’s trying to mask his insecurity with his suaveness, asking if the person needs anything and if you're uncomfortable he leaves in a small threat about Floyd not being in a good mood (if you’re really uncomfortable he might use Jade as the threat instead). Azul checks in on you, but if you're smiling he might die a bit. Please just reassure him that you only have eyes for him.

❥ Jamil Viper

Unlike Leona and Azul, Jamil doesn’t get that jealous or has an inferiority complex. No. Instead, he knows you wouldn’t go behind his back, after all, you managed to become his partner and that’s a feat in itself. He does get smug when you tell someone off, or politely inform them that you have a boyfriend. Jamil reveals in their look of defeat (he is a bit of a sadist in that regard). The time his jealousy truly shines is when Kalim is in the equation. He refuses to allow Kalim to take anything else from him, never mind you. The way Kalim easily makes you smile, steals your time with frivolous parties, puts his hands on you…yeah it's a feat that Jamil didn’t snap. Jamil is very good at masking his feelings, but the facade unravels when you both are alone for once. Give him your attention, affection, love, reassure him through touch that you want him. If you poke and prod enough he’ll admit he’s jealous, how it just reminds him that Kalim always takes and takes, afraid that you’ll fall for the charm (that Jamil couldn’t understand) of Kalim and fall into his arms instead. But when you soothe him, tell him that you see Kalim more of a brother if anything…Jamil will calm down and realize how foolish he’s being.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil, jealous? Yeah no. Not normally at least. Have you seen him? Vil is one of the fairest of them all. If someone tried flirting with you he’d laugh in their face if that wasn’t disgraceful. If anything, you were the lucky one in this relationship…he does cherish you though, and he loves you more than he’d like to admit. You may be a lucky potato…but he was one lucky man as well. He managed to snag your heart without the flashing lights and fame, you loved him for who he was and he was grateful. So when Vil watches Neige talk to you with no care in the world, hearts practically in the boy’s eyes…yeah it's the one scenario you’ll witness a jealous Vil. He’ll perch himself by your side, arm slung around you as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek. A pleasant surprise as Vil isn’t this affectionate in public usually. Neige doesn’t seem to take the hint, so Vil ups the ante, talking about your last date and how he’s lucky you chose him. It’s an obvious change (and everyone knows the vitriol Vil holds for Neige). You eat the attention up, but after you're alone in his room, give him a ton of kisses, teasing him about how sweet he was, he doesn’t like to admit his jealousy, but he loves your affection.

❥ Idia Shroud

I’m noticing a pattern. Most of these guys have an inferiority complex. Idia’s is the most obvious. He barely believes you actually like him, so him being jealous is more common than not. Depending on how long you’ve been together he’ll react differently. If it's in the beginning, he’s blaming and degrading himself for not being good enough, that you deserve better and he locks himself in his room. He needs a lot of reassurance in this stage, lots of quality time. The longer you are together the more confident he gets. Someone tries to flirt with you; he's dissing them with his chronically online lingo. Doing that little giggle when you elbow him trying not to grin. Although those self-deprecating thoughts still swirl in his brain, he’s learned to trust and believe you, after all you decided to stay with him for how long? Not to mention that your reassurances made him feel better and trust you. You’ve seen his worst multiple times and you’re still by his side. Besides, if anyone dares insults Idia in their attempt to woo you you go crazy, insulting them which makes Idia want to melt, die, and kiss you all at once.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Malleus is a bit confusing. On one hand he 100% trusts you, on the other he can be a bit childish. You spend too much time without him or go out to something he wasn’t invited to and you’ll find him pouting upon your arrival. He doesn’t mean to, he’s glad you have others to have fun with and he doesn’t want to restrict you in any way…but he is a bit needy when it comes to your affection. He is so touch-starved and isolated that he can’t help but cling to you, feeling a bitter pang when you have to go. If anyone dares to flirt with you it's when he isn’t by your side and you're declining them instantly. If someone is actually insane and tries to flirt with you when Malleus is present either 1. Malleus watches on trying to hide his smugness as you decline or 2. Sebek is shouting insults at them before you even get the chance. All in all, Malleus isn’t too jealous, and when he is he tries to work on his possessiveness. He wants a healthy relationship with you after all, and he’d do anything to make you happy, even if that means letting you go for a day to hang out with your other friends.

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Finding Batboy

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Phantom

King

Fenton

Apprentice

Batboy

He just wanted to be Danny. Just Danny, nothing else.

But who was Danny anymore?

Danny was a 14-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. Danny had a decent life with friends and a sister who he loved. Danny wanted to be an astronaut and loved the stars. Danny had an astrology phase that made him so annoying to everyone but Sam. Danny liked dogs and cats hated him for no reason no matter how much he loved them. Danny wanted to join the robotics club with Tucker. Danny still snuck into his sister's room when he was scared to sleep in her bed.

But Danny is dead. Danny has been dead for years now.

He missed being Danny.

Now he was Phantom.

No past.

No home.

No family.

But if that was true, what did that make Dick?

Just another person that he would have to leave behind. It wouldn't be long. History doesn't repeat but it rhymes. It can't last. It won't.

Danny flew to some abandoned factory located somewhere in Gotham. He hadn't really paid much attention. He just needed a desolate place to land. Somewhere even the ghosts have long abandoned.

Truthfully Danny didn't want to be alone. A part of him felt the urge to find that revenant that he had met. Something that felt familiar to him, someone that could understand.

But right now Danny wanted to rest and he wasn't picky about where. He wrapped his wings in a tight cocoon and plopped on the ground. His sleep was deep, more than he ever remembered having before, except once.

Danny walked through the halls of a spiraling tower that overlooked the Ghost Zone. The tower was decorated with stars and moons. Mist hovered just above the floor creating a icy blue carpet. Ghost sheep napped in corners. The scent of poppy and pine filled the air.

As Danny ascended to the top he met with a familiar face. Nocturne the ghost of dreams. The ghost's thick bridged nose reminded Danny of that of a sheep that matched his curled ramhorns. His red eyes with horizontal pupils reminded him of a demonic ram he had seen in a horror movie once. Danny could practically hear that line again: "Would thou like to live deliciously?"

It still gave Danny chills.

"Please refrain from making such comparisons." Nocturne said, his voice deep but soft at the same time.

Danny had gotten to know Nocturne some time ago. Apparently, he and Clockwork were close. They shared a high rank among ghosts as they were abstract manifestations rather then being that were once living like some. The hierarchy of ghosts was complex, and Nocturne was not someone to look down on.

"Nox, why am I here?" Danny said standing before the seven-foot frame of the amorphous ghost.

"You are spending too much time in the material realm. If you don't get time back in the realm to which you belong you'll go mad. It's already starting to happen. I stole your mind away for a bit to give you a mental break but your body is already starting to break down." Nocturne said waving a finger at him.

"My body and brain are fine Nox." Danny said crossing his arms.

Nocturne picked the boy up with one hand and held him at eye level.

"You are having trouble shifting are you not? Its not coming as easily as it should. The more attached you get to a form without the energy from our world to break it up the worse it will be. The Ghost of Time has already told me of the problem. You must stay here for the time being and recover. It is what's best. Mental weakness is the worst one can suffer and the remedy is sleep." Nocturne's breath smelled like warm milk and cinnamon. It calmed Danny's nerves and made his eyes heavy.

Clockwork had put him up to this. That old man...really was....annoying....Zzzz.

Back in the world of the living and awake mass panic has broken out.

Batboy is currently missing and Nightwing is not handling it well. The entirety of the Gotham Vigilantes team has been notified and is searching the cities of Gotham and Bludhaven.

"Have you searched the docks?" Nightwing asked frantically as he searched every rooftop in the city.

"I'm working on it. Do you really think he's here?" Red Robin said scanning every unit on the lot.

Red Hood didn't know what the BatBoy kid looked like other than the whole wings thing. If his little buddy Phantom could help it would help.

Although they had a slight resemblance Jason could see too many differences when looking at the pictures. Phantom had round ears, and silver hair that moved like fire and looked like a human. Batboy had long sharp ears, claws, pointy teeth, blueish-green skin, wings, and a white fluff around his neck. Clearly, they were different.

Batman searched the dark allies of Gotham as Signal and Orphan split up to cover as much ground as possible. Oracle searched every camera from the past few hours for the boy.

The good news was that Batboy was found. The bad news was who found him.

"Poor little Bluebird lost his fledgling and Batsy is looking for the lost pup. I should let them know that the little guy has been found! Ahahahaha!"

[takes1]

UHMMM hello, RAN HERE to request 😭😭😭 Please could I have an NSFW scenario where experienced!shortreader with a size kink devours inexperienced!lev and tries to teach him a few things. RIDING this man till he dies. Please and thank you. 😝❤️

clingy!lev crushing on reader

i cant tell you how real of a phenomenon this is. thank you for the opportunity to write thiiiis. ohh man i hope this finds the right freaks bc i am into this. absolute two-parter. titled 'the lev brainrot' in my notes.

warnings. recreational alcohol consumption. nsfw to follow. minors DNI

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You called him Haiba, not Lev, because you didn't want him getting the wrong impression. There were only a handful of players, all seniors along with you, that you called by first name-- he plainly held the most animosity toward them.

Of course, you weren't ignorant to his little attachment.

It took the form of him grasping at straws to find something to talk to you about, usually in rushed attempts between warm-ups. Or asking you obvious, sometimes repeat-questions about ailments he hypothetically did or did not have. Or, when the team went out for morale events, he worked like a dog to sit or stand next to you.

You once asked him: "Haiba!"

"Hm?" His attention was fully captured, his attempt to receive forgotten. The ball rolled past him on the floor and his teammate across the gym groaned, "Yes-Yes ma'am?"

That wasn't your intention, to distract him. You sighed and picked the ball up. A handful of new members called you 'ma'am' but Lev was by-far the worst offender.

"You have any sisters?"

"I do!"

He looked like he was about to tell you his entire life story, so you threw the ball back at him and urged him to keep practicing, instead.

Maybe that had something there. It could connect with how he didn't take as easily to the senior guys on the team. If he wasn't accustomed to handling dude-dynamics with brothers, it made sense that he might seek the comfort of a somewhat-familiar presence, like a sister.

Still, that idea didn't hold much weight when you considered his time playing competitively in high school. He spoke about the friends and experiences he made there with fervor and excitement. He got along with guys. He wasn't shy, he wasn't reserved, and he didn't have problems speaking up.

Your curiosity got the better of you at one of your team outings.

The local bar on the square was packed on a Friday night. The team barely got seated, but once you were all comfortable, it was a rowdy and fast kind of evening that zoomed right through decent hours. You were all buzzed already from the restaurant you walked there from-- the idea to 'keep it going' was indulgent, and probably your first mistake.

Kuroo took the seat right next to you like he had at the last spot, but laughed, capturing your attention, and stepped back down.

"Oops! Sorry, Lev! That's your spot buddy, my bad- my bad," He cackled, and brushed the seat off for him.

It was only kind of a joke. You blushed, forearms prickling up, at the looks and snickers it generated from the rest of the team.

Lev took too long to decide if he should sit there. Kuroo shimmied into the seat across from you with a smirk.

"Just- just sit down," You pulled the chair out more so his legs would fit, and lowered your voice to something nicer, "Lev, don't mind that dumbass."

You were left to smooth it all out, as usual.

The guys often joked, in his absence, and on occasion right in front of him, that he had an obvious crush on you. You didn't like to entertain it, because it made things super awkward. Somebody had to put their foot down, or else the whole team would get too unprofessional and potentially mean-natured to the new guys. You found yourself advocating for him, giving every excuse to call it something else. Lately, you were married to the sibling idea.

Lev sat down, but slow, and armed with an odd look.

All you paid notice to was how he didn't need to jump or climb up the way you did, to get into the tall, narrow chairs.

The waitress came around, already horribly busy, and you helped her by facilitating some semblance of focus amongst your friends.

You patted the table, leaning all the way over Lev, to get Yaku's attention, "Hey- hey! What do you want?"

"Oh! Uhhh- rum'n'coke, please,"

Thankfully, it spurred a string of just rum and coke orders down the length of the two tables you had corralled together. You sighed, rubbing your face, at how stupid they all got when they were together and tipsy. You got three orders of jalapeño poppers for the table and had to forbid anyone else from revising theirs, after hearing such a great idea.

You also ordered something incredibly strong and tipped her well.

Then, it took a while to relax. Kenma helped, seated on your right- you watched him play Mario Kart on his Switch and sipped on your water. But you could feel Lev's weird, fresh energy, and wished Kuroo had stayed. You had three years of goofing around with him, and now he was all the way across the table. This place was too loud to hear much of anything, so you were barred from a lot of easy-to-make conversation with old friends.

The food, the drinks, and the three pitchers of beer they ordered, couldn't come fast enough. It took about seven levels of playing for your orders to start floating around the table to their designated owners.

12 guys + 3 baskets of jalapeño poppers = 20 seconds of frenzied grabbing, followed by 2 minutes of silent seething and burned tongues for the rest of the night. You grabbed five and placed them on a napkin, to eat on slowly.

Lev was already done with a tall glass of Michelob Ultra.

"Are you kidding me?" You watched in shock and awe as he wiped the foam from his upper lip and set the empty thing down.

"What?" He laughed, "Those are spicy!"

They, almost certainly, were not spicy. His tolerance must have aired more on the 'lighter' side. That went largely ignored, though, as you watched him pour a second glass with perfect angle and precision.

His arms were long and could reach far into the center of the table, especially if he leaned forward. You subconsciously began to catch up with your own drink, eyes glued to the way his lats were visible through his shirt as he pulled his glass back in.

You squinted at the face he made when he sniffed the rim of it.

"Do you like beer? Or--,"

Lev couldn't hear you. He leaned in with an amused grin, and you caught a whiff of something that smelled good enough to make you smile a bit.

Some of his hair brushed your cheek from how close he got to listen.

"Do you like that stuff? Or are you just drinking it to look cool?"

When you pulled away, he was staring at your yummy drink held close to your mouth- then your nose, and back up to your eyes. He closed the distance again.

"You think I look cool?"

You laughed and pushed his shoulder back lightly- he laughed, too, and shrugged, "I mean- if it's working, yeah!"

Anytime you wanted to talk, you would look at Kenma, then down at his game, and eventually lean towards Lev, instead.

The way he looked at you made you all warm and fuzzy. Like he wanted to hear what you had to say soo badly. He was eager, and jumped at the opportunity to get close, to feel your voice brushing by his warm ear, a light touch on his arm, or his leg.

The night was a crash course in what kind of person he was. You learned a lot about him.

"Ohh! Oh! An older sister!" Your eyes lit up, your hypothesis confirmed at last. Lev nodded with a big grin, no idea why that made you so happy. But you didn't smile much at practice, so he didn't pry.

You pushed yourself up and slapped a hand in front of Kuroo, hard, on the table. He was grinning as you pointed a stiff finger at him.

"I told you!!"

"I'm sure you did!" He yelled back with a laugh, "What the hell are we talking about?"

As you sat back down, Kuroo caught Lev staring shamelessly at your ass. He snapped his fingers at him like he was trying to get a puppy's attention. You didn't realize that's what he was doing.

"He has an older sister!"

Kuroo rolled his eyes. This hill you were going to die on was getting excavated as you preached, so confidently, that it was your unmovable mountain. But- who was he to take away your beacon of hope? Dance on the dirt mound all night. He'd help you out of the mud in the morning, because you were his friend. And he thought your little quirks were funny enough to entertain.

Blind to the very argument against your excitement -Lev, staring hard down through your 'going out' top- you explained, "That's why! Kuro- you were dead wrong!"

Kuroo's belly-laugh was not what you were after.

"Oh- ohhh fuck! You're too cute- ahaha! You really are!"

You crossed your arms. Lev gulped down another glass, a needed endeavor, to be buzzed enough to keep talking to you. Talking, or yelling, rather, to Kuroo had already lost its novelty because he could never just let you be right, for once.

"Yooo!! Lemme get some of those!"

Yamamoto's hand was already in your reserved stack of food.

You swatted it away, hard.

"Fuck off!"

He retracted right away, faked a sob, then yowled- it was nothing in volume compared to the bustle of the noisy bar.

Lev hummed next to you. It sounded like a word, so after you were done laughing at Yamamoto, you turned your attention over and felt a fun whoosh as your vision lagged. You blinked for a long second, and set your drink down with a giggle.

That was officially enough.

"What did you say!" You asked Lev.

"What!" He yelled over the music.

You giggled and pulled on his shirt at the shoulder hem to get him to lean closer. His grin was horribly handsome, his engrossed eye contact so cute, and you found yourself unable to stop your giggles. You rested your warm forehead on his shoulder.

He smelled good. Like a pricey, foreign cologne. You were still gripping his sleeve.

Out of all the guys here, none of them were as cute as Lev right now.

That handsome smile was back on his face, "You called me Lev earlier!"

You were confused, for a moment. What? When? Why?

An incomplete excuse, if you had ever heard of one, "Must've been- uhh, well, I think Kuro called you Lev, so-!"

When you let go of him, you missed the feeling. Your fingers were cold and wanted to hold something, so you picked your drink back up and finished it. Only after, when it all went to your head, did you realize you had already decided not to do that.

Kuroo startled you when he spoke at you from behind. You quickly fell back into your never-ending string of giggles at how silly it was.

"You want anything? I'm starting a tab!" He asked you over the music.

The sound of that appealed to you, but you knew better.

"I'm- whew-- Yeah," You laughed, and rubbed the top of his hand, nodding, "I'm good-I'm good! Don't give me anything."

Kuroo lingered for a few breaths, analyzing you from over your shoulder, then directed a mean squint to Lev.

"You tell her to keep up with you?"

It was a far reach and a confusing question. The pretty boy's hesitant head shake pissed him off a little more than it should have.

"Make sure she drinks water," Kuroo announced to him, within earshot, and rubbed your shoulder again with a goodbye-pat.

He stayed a few seconds longer, looking for the best route to get to the bar, then directed his attention back to Lev. His hard grip was a painful on his shoulder, purposefully squeezing him. A warning.

"You wanna stare at'er all fuckin' day, then let her get this drunk? I know what you're doing," Was a vicious, eerily quiet, mutter.

"Don't be a prick," He shoved him, just a little, when he walked past.

In reality, it was just a bit of misplaced concern. Lev turned his head, thoroughly intimidated, tracking Kuroo all the way to the bar.

"Um-,"

His nerves seemed to fall away when he looked down at your pretty smile, how you were still finding everything a bit too funny. Plus, your body was really getting to him. Maybe it was because you kept touching him.

Again, he had to lean down far to speak to you, "(Y/n)? Uh... Kuroo- he isn't your boyfriend, right?"

Regardless of sobriety, you would've laughed really hard at that. Your hands gripped around his arm; this time, unnecessarily, and enough to make his blush strong and vibrant.

"Oh my God! No!"

Lev laughed with you, lightly, with eyes still on Kuroo, far away.

"Ohh, this is gonna sound so terrible-," You laughed under your palm, debating on whether on not to keep talking, but Lev gave you this 'I wanna know so bad' look, and you just couldn't stop yourself, "But he's not my type. Not at all."

An incredible wave of confusion took over his pretty features.

"He's too smart for me- it's kind of, I dunno, like-- I wanna call the shots, do all the thinking, y'know?"

It's not that Lev identified as being dumb, but the proclamation made him hard, and simultaneously view you as more capable. He didn't know the first thing about girls, but you seemed to know enough for the both of you.

Transfixed, he nodded along, halfway-listening to you ramble, halfway-focused on flexing his arm for you.

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"Are you wearing fucking heelys?"

Jason asked while shaking his head. He was equal parts amused and surprised. Your shoes even lit up as you rolled along. You grinned and started rollerblading around him.

"Yep!"

It's not really a pair of heelys, but a pair of convertable shoes that can be turned into roller-skates by attaching two sets of wheels. You just happened to always have the wheels attached. You didn't put in the front wheels this time, however, which turned them effectively into a pair of heelys.

You were on the footpath with him, returning from a date night Jason had set up for you both, so you figured you could skate for a little bit.

You were surprisingly smooth in your gliding. It was as if you were practising. He didn't know you could rollerblade, let alone work those death traps.

"You fall all the time. How can you balance like that?"

You grinned at his bewildered expression and began doing tricks.

"I have the power of my heelys."

You know every trick and even invented some of your own. You got heelys originally as a joke, but they were surprisingly convenient, so you bought a pair of easily convertable shoes to make the transition of rolling to walking smoother.

"You're ridiculous."

He grumbled. He can't believe he only recently noticed your improved heelys. He managed to catch you mid-twirl and pulled you into his embrace.

You crashed into him immediately, but he barely staggered backwards. He managed to steady you after the initial crash easily. He murmured softly,

"Sorry, munchkin."

His voice held love, but his eyes were concerned. You gave him a quick kiss.

"Don't worry about it, teddy bear."

He hated that nickname so much, but he's indescribably weak for how soft your expression becomes and the pure adoration in your voice. You look so hopelessly in love, and it takes his breath away every time.

He was in awe at the unconditional love you freely give out. So what if it was a cringey nickname that his family often weaponizes when he gets into a fight with them? It's not like his nickname for you is any better.

You gave him a soft kiss to drag him out of his thoughts. You always know how to bring him back to the present. He's convinced you could heal his scarred soul and jaded heart with your embrace and your kisses. His bleeding romantic heart melts.

"When did this happen?"

He gestured to your shoes. You smiled when he kissed the top of your head. You said,

"I wear my heelys all the time. How have you never noticed?"

That explains why you fall on carpet and trip over your feet sometimes. He's never considered it was your shoe choice causing this problem. People are clumsy and trip. So what if you happen to stumble and trip more often than the average person? He only steadies your body and catches you before you can fall.

He should have known better realistically, but he felt like he was in a romance movie every time he caught you, so he continued to let it happen. He said,

"I was distracted."

You laughed. His excuse was weak, but you humoured him. You were incredibly amused. You said with a small laugh,

"Every day for four years?"

Jason smiled sheepishly. He knows everything about you except these two things. He knew you were good at ice-skating because you went on a date with him to the ice rink, but he didn't bring you to a skate park or a roller rink. The asphalt can actually hurt you, and he never wanted to risk injuring you, even by accident. He knows he's a dangerous and intimidating man, but he goes into a slight panic when you get hurt.

"Yes, every day."

He said dryly. You smiled while shaking your head. He's ridiculous, but he's adorable and soft beneath his tough exterior.

"Whatever you say, teddy bear."

He lightly flicked your nose and said,

"I had all my focus on you, munchkin."

You don't doubt that. Jason always watches you with his bioluminescent eyes that gleamed in the darkness and shined beautifully in the daylight.

"Like how you're staring at me now?"

Jason knows he's staring. He's always staring at you. It doesn't matter to him what you are doing or where you are. He's very attuned to you and what you are doing.

You had already made yourself comfortable in Jason's embrace. You managed to tuck yourself under his arm and circle his torso with your arms. You nestled yourself into his side as if you belonged there the entire time.

You sighed when you heard the familiar knock on your window. That was Dick's knocking pattern. He insisted on having a specific knocking pattern so you will always know it's him and not some random guy trying to get in after you smashing your bedside lamp on his head one night. You mumbled,

"Do you think he'll go away if we ignore him?"

You really didn't want to lose your comfortable position. You had just come home. Why can't he leave you two alone?  Jason groaned. He had just found the perfect position, and he's not going to get up now.

"Fuck off!"

Jason yelled, knowing Dick would hear him. Dick huffed and gestured to Jason's phone, which he made no move to grab. His phone was lying on the table, but he had already migrated you both to the couch to cuddle. He's not getting up for some family drama that likely doesn't involve him. Dick comes over for ridiculous reasons all the time. Why would this reason be any different? It's not like Jason Todd was found kissing his new fiancée outside of a ring store, and it's blowing up all over Gotham.

Dick noticed the engagement ring, and he exploded the group chat. Dick texted,

"It's real. My baby brother is getting married 😭😭😭😭"

Tim ignored the spamming texts while taking a sip from his drink and leaning back in his chair. He doesn't care how they got engaged, but Dick was trying to get any information possible. You make Jason soft, and he is more than content to continue to have soft Jason forever.

When Jason refused to answer even his texts, he added you to the family group chat (don't ask how he has your number).

"How?"

That was the most important question to Dick. How did he propose and how long ago?

You groaned and dug out your phone when the excessive buzzing wouldn't go away. Jason grumbled,

"What about 'fuck off' did Dick not understand?"

You laughed at his pouting expression and gave his ring a kiss. That seems to be a new method to soothe him, to your satisfaction. It brings a sense of peace being reminded you're his for the rest of time. You decided to ignore the texts flooding through your phone in favour of cuddling your teddy bear of a fiancée.

"I love you."

Your voice was muffled as you had your face buried in his chest, but Jason heard you clearly. He rested his head on top of yours.

"I love you too, munchkin."

His love for you has bled into every corner of his life, and he wouldn't change a thing.

You quietly invaded his life and now he can't live without the comfortable pillows and blankets you insisted were necessary, the couple photos along the bedroom nightstand table, the walls of the bedroom that you coverted into a bookcase when he ran out of room for his books, the way you cuddle closer to him when you wake up, and the sleepy smile you gave him after a nap. Every corner of his life had been invaded. You became his home.

He rolled you on top of him and wrapped a nearby blanket around both of you smoothly. You melt into his body and quickly found a comfortable position for both of you. You have at least three blankets in every room in your shared home, and he loved your added weight.

You sighed as your phone continued to go off. Dick is in full big brother mode, and you suspect he won't stop until you respond.

You picked up your phone, but Jason nabbed it immediately and texted, "fuck off," to end the conversation. You only got a glimpse of the word, "How—" before Jason turned it off.

"You need to tell them eventually."

You said with amusement. He grumbled,

"Later."

Later never came until the wedding day, but you have Jason by your side, so who really cares?

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one is a very interesting character to me. with most of the lore still up in the air as of the time this is written, it's hard to be sure who exactly she is; or, who she was. today, i want to take a closer look at what we have her character and try to figure out what that "was" could've looked like.

first, i'll start with what we know.

above all else, one is controlling. whether that be in a literal sense, when one influences the world and events around her, or in an emotional sense, when it comes to manipulating others in order to get them to agree to her deals.

in tpot 13, she tells basketball that something they have in common is not liking when things don't go their way. this makes sense for one; every little thing she does is planned, prepared, controlled. she knows the steps people will take before they even take them, she knows every move she needs to make to get under people's skin, and she knows how to make everything go according to plan.

but what about when it doesn't?

in tpot 17, it's as though that control slips. things don't go her way. she isn't nearly as put-together, nor is she calculative or patient enough to even try putting up her persona and coaxing donut in the same way she has with her other signatories. her room seems to reflect her state of mind, scattered and disorganized. she's not stable enough to think of a way to convince him, or even think to hold him down, and her lack of control in the situation gives donut more free will, the ability to reject her deal, and, more importantly, the ability to fight back.

this act is something so spontaneous, so unpredictable, that it causes one to snap and immediately try to grab this control back. she becomes blinded by rage and attacks him, yet her scare tactic only shows more of her weakness: one can't handle feeling powerless.

although she's stronger than donut and was more than willing to show him that, her behavior also seems to stem from a point of insecurity. being disobeyed, treated not as an all-powerful being but instead an equal - or even a lesser - is her breaking point. obviously anybody would be mad over getting kicked, but it's clear something deeper must've been triggered in one in order to get her that manically angry.

where did this need for control come from? how does this tie into her past?

to know this, we should first look at another key detail of her character: her deals.

on first glance, one's signatories don't have much in common. they're easy targets, people with weaknesses that one can easily find and exploit, with not much other correlation. but upon closer inspection, a pattern makes itself clear in every single person that one took into her room.

when fanny joined death pact again, she was taught to abandon her own beliefs and objectives and instead prioritize preventing death. for a while, she obliges by this, even as it causes them to lose challenges and causes her friends to drop out of the game like flies, until she decides she has enough of it and rebels against the others and their beliefs.

ice cube was used as a pawn of sorts by freesmart, a replacement for members that were held to more respect and value than her. her and the others always did what they were told for the alliance, and when she eventually splits off from freesmart, she is almost immediately coddled and controlled by book, still completely unable to speak or think for herself before she eventually snaps at book and leaves altogether.

basketball was completely complacent in bfb, her only feature outside of her loyalty to 8-ball being her empathy for others. this shines through in tpot when, even despite their differences in personality or team, basketball looks out for others more than herself, but nobody else listens to her when she tries to voice the problems she's seeing. this complete disregard for basketball and what she cares about is what causes a downward spiral of events beyond anybody's control.

gaty and two became attached to eachother very quickly, becoming almost codependent in a sense. gaty gives everything she has to two, and her willingness to stay in the hotel with them, to keep them happy - their willingness to keep her there because of their attachment - only puts her in more danger, and ends in them being separated for good.

it's stated outright by one that donut puts others over himself, even people like pencil and their mess of a team. he chooses to be selfless, a voice of reason, a leader that holds the team together despite the chaos it always brings in its wake.

her deals that weren't shown to us onscreen tie into this as well:

bomby, since his debut on bfdi, has been used as a weapon or tool by all of the people around him, mistreated and hurt and never taken seriously despite the fact that he tries to be strong and independent in the later seasons.

bell's privacy is treated as a joke by both the narrative and the others, and struggles to be left alone without help, help that more often than not isn't provided to her.

needle spent so much of her time in bfdia trying to appease others, which led to her being easy to take advantage of. she literally played on two teams at the same time in order to make everyone happy with her, but she eventually decided that she was tired of being used and left these groups, turning against them and deciding to win for herself.

barf bag's autonomy being tampered with started an apocalypse that changed the way she viewed herself and caused her to avoid her team for a brief period of time because she didn't want to be seen as a monster. in that same episode, her nightmare involved people doing things that she couldn't control and influencing her in ways that she couldn't stop.

what do you notice about all of these characters? all of them were overshadowed by others, either by prioritizing them over themselves or by being taken advantage of. all of them want to be recognized, respected, and heard, and despite that, all of them lacked one thing: control. if they wanted control in their lives, they'd have to fight for it, if they wanted power in their lives, they'd have to snap to get people to see that they deserved it. and if that weren't the case, the world around them would snap for them.

one seems to be very, very familiar with this kind of person. familiar enough for them to be her only targets, familiar enough for her to know exactly what to give them and exactly what they want to hear, familiar enough to suggest that this kind of person is much closer to her than just a means to executing her plan.

familiar enough that it could also very well suggest that this kind of person was one herself.

now, we really have no idea what one's past looked like, but we do have a crucial detail given to us by six in tpot 17: she was supposed to be gone.

this implies that one must've done something, something so bad that it made the other algebraliens decide to get rid of her for good. could this have been something ongoing until they decided enough was enough, or was it something bigger than that? had one, perhaps, snapped, the same way we saw her do when she was tested in tpot 17, the same way we saw multiple of her signatories do when they were tired of being pushed aside and looked down on?

in tpot 13, one expresses that she does have power, "but not enough." while this could easily be read in reference to her plan, it also hints at how she looks at herself: her power is not enough. one is not enough.

she needs two's power because she can't reach her goal without it. she needs to become something bigger, something more, in order for her to feel like that's enough for her. being obeyed and looked up to by her victims makes her feel powerful, like she's more, like she's enough, having constant control makes her feel like she's enough, having everything she wants handed to her makes her feel like she's enough, because maybe, she never had that.

maybe, one was just like her targets, selfless and almost complacent at times, observant enough to spot the issues others were having, even if she was the only person who did, even if none of the others took her seriously, even if they pitied her, treated her as a lesser, and acted as though she had no power in her own life.

and all of that lasted until she decided that everyone deserved to be a little selfish - it's only fair.

she became tired of giving herself and not getting anything back. she became tired of being looked down on, tired of not having control - all one wanted was control for once, and she would get that whether they liked it or not.

and that frustration was enough to make one snap and do something that earned her imprisonment in the moon, which only served as a painful and enraging reminder of how they saw her.

she was going to get out, and she was going to make sure that nobody ever looked down on her again.

for now, this is all theories, and it's a bit rough, but i appreciate you guys for sticking around this long !! lets see how well these theories hold up.. if they do.. at all.. um

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Astrology Observations

Neptune aspecting the ASC, sun or moon can sometimes give you the impression that something is not real within your life and is just an illusion. You can have moods when you think that life is not real and is just a dream

Sun harshly aspecting Moon = Identity issues, is hard to find yourself because you constantly live in a chaotic cycle which you need to break

Jupiter in the 1st, 5th, 11th houses thrives to explore the personality of the native. Creativity plays a big a role. You can easily express yourself, sometimes in the face of multiple people

North Node in the 3rd or 5th house has the lesson of exploring themselves throughout all their life. Their lesson is to learn about themselves, to discover their talents, to make connections (Same for Gemini or Leo North Node)

North Node aspecting Jupiter is good for manifesting luck in the natives life. Don't skip good opportunities in your life because they for sure will come at you

Everyone can manifest, there are different methods but everyone can do it, you can look at your 11th house, sign, ruler planet, degree they all tell you

Your 10th house sign can indicate how you'll get along with your boss/es and colleagues at your work/job. Pluto can create a tense relationship while Venus and Moon can create a harmonious relationship

Sagittarius Placements hate to be restricted from doing things they like to do. It's like you take away their freedom which they absolutely depend on. They might also hate strict people

Your 2nd house can tell how you value yourself and what makes you unique. Venus in Sun in this house can have high standards of themselves

1st house ruler in the 6th house = Prioritize your health, body, mind, peace, take a break when is needed, do things you enjoy and give you a mental break

11th house ruler in the 7th house = Create good relationships with everyone because it can benefit you. Even if not everyone will like you, be a good person for yourself not for others

9th house ruler in the 10th house = Travel more if you can. Traveling can open so many doors for you in your life and you might end up working in that field or in a educational one

7th house stellium (and if you're single), I know your soul deep down thrives to have a relationship. To feel loved, and the time will come for you but its the best first to focus on your need for a bit

South Node aspecting the Moon can make you too attached to your past. It can become a problem if you can't let it go. We all know we can can't change the past and is for the best to focus on the future (and present)

Scorpio Mars might have a tendency to get annoyed at people flirting with them especially if they just met. You might simply ignore them

I was not aware of Sagittarius/9th house Venus game because damn they can be flirting with everyone in the room but will have only 1 person in their heart

Chiron in the 1st or 2nd house might not have the best relationship with their bodies. Sometimes to even cause an ED but is better for a doctor to analyze that. Your body shall not be hated, is your own mirror

Capricorn Sun/Moon/Asc want to appear as cold people but inside they can be the sweetest (it matters the combo of your big 3)

If they have their Venus in the 12th house or Venus aspecting Neptune, these people can drain your energy, sometimes making you addicting to love them or addicting in not leaving them (manipulation)

8th house ruler in the 7th house = The people you may be dating can be secretive, they may tend to keep things away from you or simply prefering to not tell you every single detail in their lives. They may choose to have a private relationship

I observed that earth venuses will try to find a more stable relationship rather than a relationship when both partners chase each other like a fire venus.

Mars or Saturn in the 10th house tend to create a strong image for themselves. A person who never gives up. If they have strong aspects, your personality can be intriguingly

Bad aspects to your 4th house ruler can indicate family members backstabbing you or being toxic/bad in general. You might want to protect your energy

Cancer Jupiter or Jupiter in the 4th house tends to have lots of family members (some of them might even have step family members, but still, family will be expanding)

South Node aspecting Venus gets attached early in a relationship (can happen from the talking stage). This can be due to your fear of them leaving you

An earth venus or mars will be attracted more on the way you think (mentality) than looks or sexual desire. To be honest, these can keep their sexual energy pretty hidden from others or not showing it at all

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