#but it was. closer to a normal amount of enjoyment

[yume-fanfare]

this is how december went for me basically

[importantpuppystarfish]

Punishment for disobedience by Hanni

Managers x Hanni

Warning: BDSM, very hardcore & rough, humiliation, degrading, triple penetration, bruises, destroying the body, whipping, sadism, metal rods, total mess, gangbang, anal, treatment like a slave.

Note: please this is all just a fantasy for reading and stuff, this can be uncomfortable to read so if ur weak hearted or a fluff enjoyer, typically do not read.

Hanni stood at the heart of a lively fan event, her long dark hair framing her delicate features as she forced a faint smile, her right hand raised in a peace sign for the cameras capturing her move. She wore a light green satin dress over a white long-sleeve shirt, paired with black sneakers, her youthful and polished appearance captivating the crowd of adoring fans, her growing fame as an idol under HYPE, one of the most powerful agencies in K-pop industry.

At 18, Hanni had already endured intimate stuff and coercive history with her 8 managers, who had subjected her to sexual encounters since her trainee days, a practice that, while normalized in this universe’s industry, had left her deeply scarred.

As She had grown up, she had seen this as an unavoidable part of her rise to fame, but the cumulative trauma had finally driven her to take a stand—she had reported the managers to a court, hoping to expose their sexual activity with her and break free from their control. She also planned to leave the agency.

Unbeknownst to her, the managers had just received word of her legal action through their extensive network of industry connections.

Today there was a fan meeting of Newjeans. Hanni was there, wearing the same outfit in the picture..

The manager's rage was a palpable force as they watched her interact with fans, their eyes burning with a fury that promised a brutal reckoning. Hanni felt their gazes on her, a shiver running down her spine, but she maintained her idol persona, her smile a fragile mask hiding the terror that had consumed her since filing the court case, her mind racing with the fear of what they might do if they found out what she said in the court.

As the fan event concluded, the 1st manager, a 50-year-old with a commanding presence and a reputation for ruthlessness, approached Hanni, his face a mask of professional calm that barely concealed the storm brewing beneath. “You did well today, Hanni,” he said, his voice low and laced with venom, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her stomach churn.

“But we heard about your little stunt in court. You think you can betray HYPE and get away with it?” Hanni’s heart pounded, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her dress, her voice quivering with fear as she tried to explain. “I… I just wanted it to stop,” she said, a little amount of tears welling in her eyes, her voice barely audible over the lingering chatter of departing fans. “I didn’t mean to betray anyone… I just couldn’t take it anymore… the things you’ve done to me…” The 1st manager’s eyes narrowed, his tone icy as he stepped closer, his presence looming over her. “You’ve made a big mistake,” he snapped, his voice a low growl. “HYPE owns you, Hanni. You’re our slave, and tonight, we’re going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. You’ll wish you’d never stepped foot in that courtroom.”

Hanni’s stomach twisted with dread, her mind racing with memories of the sexual encounters she’d endured at their hands—encounters that had started as coerced “bonding” sessions but had grown increasingly violent over time, leaving her body and spirit scarred. She knew their anger would lead to something far worse than anything she’d experienced before, but HYPE’s influence was absolute, and her attempt to seek justice had only tightened the chains that bound her to her managers. She tried to run.

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The moment the fans had dispersed, and she tried to escape, the managers’ demeanor shifted from professional to predatory, their rage boiling over as they grabbed Hanni, their grips on her arms bruising as they dragged her out of the venue and into a waiting black van parked in a secluded alley.

Inside the vehicle, the 2nd manager, a 47-year-old with a sadistic glint in his eyes, immediately backhanded her across the face, the force of the blow splitting her lip and sending her crashing against the van’s interior wall, her head spinning as blood dripped down her chin. “You thought you could betray HYPE?” he roared, his voice filled with venom as he punched her in the stomach, making her double over, gasping for air.

The 4th manager, a 46-year-old with a brutal streak, joined in, grabbing her hair and slamming her face against the van’s window, the impact bruising her cheek and causing her to cry out in pain. The 5th manager, a 42-year-old with a penchant for violence, tore at her clothes with his hands, ripping her light green satin dress and white long-sleeve shirt to shreds, the fabric tearing with a sickening sound as Hanni’s cute screams (AHHHhhh) filled the van, her body exposed in her underwear as the managers continued their assault. The managers smelled her underwear, it seems it was already wet, it smell good. The 6th manager, a 45-year-old with a cruel smirk, forced his mouth onto hers, kissing her with a brutal intensity that bruised her already swollen lips, his teeth biting down hard enough to draw more blood, his tongue invading her mouth as she gagged, her cries muffled by the violent kiss.

“You’ll learn to keep your mouth shut,” he growled against her lips, his voice dripping with malice as he punched her in the ribs, the crack of bone audible as Hanni sobbed, her body trembling from the relentless beating in the confined space of the van, the journey to the hotel a prelude to the horrors that awaited her.

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Upon arriving at a private penthouse suite in a luxury hotel, the managers dragged Hanni inside, her torn clothes hanging off her in tatters, her body already bruised from the beatings in the van.

The suite was dimly lit, a large bed dominating the center of the room, surrounded by a table laden with sinister tools: a bullwhip, belts with heavy buckles, some knifes, a cattle prod, a basin of water, a small branding iron with the HYPE logo, multiple metal rods of varying sizes, a spiked dildo, and a metal gag for oral torture.

A mirror was positioned to reflect the bed, amplifying the sense of exposure and dread that consumed Hanni as she was thrown onto the floor, the door locking with a heavy click behind them.

Her breath caught in her throat as the 1st manager stepped forward, his voice a chilling growl that echoed in the oppressive silence. “You thought you could go to court and expose us?” he began, his tone seething with anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

“You’re nothing but our slave, Hanni, and tonight, we’re going to break you for your betrayal. You’ll never think of defying HYPE again.” Hanni’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling as she pleaded, her body shaking uncontrollably, blood dripping from her split lip. “I’m so sorry… I just wanted it to stop… please, don’t do this! I’ll drop the case, I swear!”

But her words were met with a cruel laugh from the 2nd manager, his fingers caressing the bullwhip with a twisted fondness. “You’ve crossed a line,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “You’re going to wish you’d never opened your mouth in that courtroom.”

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It began with a ferocity that left Hanni reeling, the managers’ rage over her court action fueling their power to unprecedented levels.

The 2nd manager smashed the bullwhip with savage force, striking her back, each lash splitting her skin, drawing bruises, the sound of the whip cracking against her flesh mingling with her screams of agony.

She stumbled forward, her hands reaching to shield herself, but the 4th manager grabbed her arms and held her in place, his grip like iron as the lashes continued, her back becoming a mess of welts and open wounds.

“You think you can betray HYPE?” the 2nd manager roared, delivering another lash that left a deep welt across her lower back which left a high amount of huge open wounds in her back.

“You’re nothing, Hanni! You’ll pay for this!” Hanni sobbed hysterically, her body trembling as she gasped, “I’m sorry… please, stop… I’ll drop the case!” The 1st manager watched with a cold smile, his voice cutting through her cries like a blade. “It’s too late for that. Keep going—forty lashes. Make her bleed for her betrayal.”

The whipping continued, each strike tearing into her flesh, her cries echoing through the suite as the managers unleashed their fury.

The punishment escalated as the 4th manager released her arms, only to deliver a series of brutal punches to her stomach and ribs, his fists slamming into her with such force that she doubled over, gasping for air, her body wracked with pain.

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The 5th manager joined in, landing a vicious punch to her face, splitting her already swollen lip further and causing a very little small amount of blood to gush down her chin, her head snapping back from the impact, her cheek swelling instantly. “You thought you could ruin us?” the 5th manager snarled, his voice filled with rage as he grabbed her hair and punched her again, this time in the jaw, the crack of bone audible as Hanni cried out, her face a mess of bruises and saliva coming out from her mouth .

The 6th manager kicked her legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor, where he and the 7th manager, a 41-year-old, began beating her with their fists and feet, targeting her face, stomach, thighs, and arms, leaving bruises and welts on every inch of her exposed skin.

“This is what happens when you betray HYPE!” the 7th manager shouted, his voice a mix of anger and sadistic glee as he stomped on her stomach, making her retch from the pain, her body curling into a fetal position as she begged, “Please… stop… I can’t take it…”

But the 1st manager’s voice was unyielding. “You’ll take everything we give you,” he said coldly. “You’re our slave, and you’ll learn your place.”

This took darker turns as the managers focused on Hanni’s mouth, their rage manifesting in a brutal assault on her oral cavity, determined to punish her for speaking out in court.

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The 3rd manager grabbed a metal gag from the table, forcing it into Hanni’s mouth and securing it tightly, the rod stretching her jaw painfully wide, her muffled cries filling the room as drool and some blood began to drip down her chin, her lips already swollen and bleeding from the earlier punches and forced kissing in the van.

“Let’s destroy her mouth for talking to the court,” the 3rd manager sneered, his voice filled with malice as he motioned to the 2nd manager, who stepped forward with a sadistic grin.

The 2nd manager forced his dick into Hanni’s mouth, the metal gag preventing her from closing her jaw as he thrust deep into her throat, the deepthroat causing her to gag violently, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe, her throat burning from the punishment.

“Choke on it, you little traitor,” the 2nd manager growled, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust harder, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat with brutal force, her gag reflex triggering repeatedly as she retched, vomits and saliva mixing as her throat was ravaged.

The 5th manager joined in, forcing his dick into her mouth alongside the 2nd manager’s, the two of them stretching her mouth to its limits, her lips splitting further from the strain, vomits gushing as they fucked her throat with no regard for her suffering.

“Look at her mouth—ruined for HYPE,” the 5th manager laughed, his voice cruel as he thrust deeper, making Hanni choke and gag, her face turning red from lack of air. The 6th manager grabbed a small whip, using it to lash the sides of her face as they deepthroated her, the strikes leaving red welts on her cheeks, her muffled screams vibrating against their dicks as they continued their punishment.

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The 8th manager then took another thin metal rod, and forced it into her mouth, the metal searing her tongue and the inside of her cheeks, her muffled screams intensifying as the heat blistered her oral cavity, her mouth destroyed by the relentless fucking, beating, and deep throat fucks, lots of vomits and saliva pooling on the floor beneath her.

Looks like the punishment escalated further as the managers turned their attention to Hanni’s body, their sadism reaching new heights.

The 4th manager stepped forward with a belt, the metal buckle glinting ominously, striking Hanni’s stomach and thighs with the buckle, the sharp edges cutting into her skin, leaving jagged marks and deep bruises, her body jerking with each blow as she lay on the floor, still gagged and choking from the deepthroat assault. The 8th started fucking her, searing pain making her scream "AAAA noooo" through the gag, the sound muffled but piercing as the smell of her body filled the room, her body convulsing as the beatings left a permanent scar, marking her as HYPE’s property.

“You’ll always belong to HYPE,” the 8th manager said, his voice devoid of empathy. “You’ll never escape us now.” Hanni’s muffled screams turned to whimpers, her mind reeling from the pain as she gasped through the gag, “Mmmph… mmmph… I’ll die.. Please i'm sorry, I,'ll tell the court I lied…”

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But the 1st manager’s response was merciless. “You’ll take it all, Hanni,” he said coldly. “You’re our toy to break for what you did.”

Hanni’s cries were incoherent through the gag, her body limp as the pain overwhelmed her.

The punishment took a darker, more sexual turn as the managers removed the gag, leaving Hanni’s mouth raw, blistered from the deepthroat and metal rod, her lips swollen and torn, her throat so damaged that she could barely speak.

They forced her onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees.

Now, they tied her up in the bed. Her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with rough ropes that cut into her skin, leaving her spread-eagled and vulnerable, her bruised and weak trembling as she begged for mercy, her voice barely a whisper through her destroyed mouth.

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“Let’s show her what happens to traitors who betray HYPE,” the 1st manager said, his voice dripping with malice. The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th managers positioned themselves at her lower end, their intentions clear as they prepared for triple penetration in her vagina. Hanni’s eyes widened in terror, her voice a desperate plea through her ruined mouth. “Please, no… I can’t… it’s too much…” But her cries were ignored as the three managers forced themselves into her pussy simultaneously, the sheer size and force of the three dicks tearing her apart, her vagina stretched beyond its limits, she started to pee as she could not control.. Her urine went mixing with the dicks in the triple penetration, mixing with her cries as they thrust brutally, their movements synchronized to maximize her pain. Hanni screamed in agony, her body convulsing as the pain ripped through her, the triple penetration a new level of torment compared to the sexual encounters she’d endured in the past, her vagina is destroyer profusely as they fucked her more deep.

“Take it, you little whore,” the 2nd manager growled, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. “This is what you get for going to court!”

Simultaneously, the 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th managers focused on her asshole, their punishment reaching new heights as they forced four dicks into her anus at once, which is not logically or scientifically possible, but they managed to do it, gaping her asshole off to human limits, the sheer volume and force causing excruciating pain as her asshole was stretched beyond capacity, the pain far worse than anything she’d experienced in their previous encounters.

Hanni’s screams turned to guttural wails, her body shaking violently as the four managers thrust into her shithole with no regard for her, their anger at her betrayal driving their brutality, their dicks filling her anus completely, the pressure causing her anal walls to tear, feces seeping out as her asshole was destroyed. “Look at her shithole stretch,” the 5th manager laughed, his voice cruel. “She thought she could betray HYPE? Let’s destroy her!” The 7th manager added, “Keep going—let’s see how much she can take before it breaks.”

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The relentless fucking tore her anal walls further, the pain so intense that Hanni’s vision blurred, her mind fracturing under the assault, the four dicks in her asshole creating a scene of unimaginable part, her body unable to cope with the sheer volume and force. The pressure and damage caused her bowels to release, her feces leaking out onto the bed, mixing with the fluids as the managers continued their punishment for Hanni, their laughter filling the room. “Disgusting little traitor,” the 8th manager sneered, thrusting harder. “Your shithole is ours to ruin.”

This continues as her asshole intensified as the 6th manager grabbed a large, spiked dildo from the table, its surface covered in sharp protrusions designed to inflict maximum pain, and forced it into Hanni’s already destroyed shithole, the spikes tearing into her anal walls as he thrust it in and out.. Hanni screamed the loudest in agony, her voice hoarse from the earlier deepthroat. “Feel that, you little bitch?” the 6th manager taunted, his voice filled with sadistic glee. “This is what happens when you betray HYPE.”

The 7th manager then took a metal rod, heating it over a flame until it glowed red-hot, and forced it into her anus alongside the spiked dildo, the burning metal searing her anal walls, causing Hanni to scream louder than ever, her body convulsing as the pain seared through her, the heat blistering her insides as more liquids poured out from her anus which left gaping and unusable.

The 5th manager grabbed another heated metal rod, forcing it into her vagina, the burning metal searing her vaginal walls, the pain so intense that Hanni’s screams turned to incoherent wails, her body shaking uncontrollably as the heat blistered her insides, the penetrations and burning rod creating a scene of unimaginable sadism, her vagina and anus both destroyed by the relentless fuckings.

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The 7th manager dragged Hanni’s head to the edge of the bed, positioning her so that her head hung off the side, her mouth forced open as he and the 8th manager took turns deepthroating her again, their dicks thrusting into her throat.. They took 3 large dildos and tried to insert it on her mouth too.. two dicks and 3 dildos stretching her mouth to its limits, her lips tearing further, vomits and saliva mixing with the burns as they fucked her throat, her gag reflex triggering repeatedly as she choked, her face turning more red from lack of air. “Look at her mouth—completely ruined,” the 7th manager laughed, his voice cruel as he thrust deeper, making Hanni choke and gag, her destroyed mouth.

The scene is still the same, Hanni on her hands and knees, tied to the bedposts, her body a mess of her body waste, bruises, and burns. Three managers—the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th—were at her lower end, their dicks triple-penetrating her vagina, then after that they insert a heated metal rod forced in, burning her vaginal walls and again taking it out as they thrust brutally, her pussy torn.

Similarly Four managers—the 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th—were at her anus, their four dicks filling her shithole, a spiked dildo and another heated metal rod forced in as well after, tearing and burning her anal walls, liquids and feces leaking out as her anus was destroyed.

The 7th and 8th managers were also at her head, their dicks deepthroating her alongside the 3 dildos burning her mouth and throat as they fucked her face, her lips torn and blistered, vomits and saliva gushing as her mouth was ruined, the mirror reflecting the scene of 8 men destroying her body in every way possible.

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Finally to end it, the 7th manager dragged Hanni to the toilet.. There was a bathtub of water, they took her there, tying her hands behind her back, her swollen lips and destroyed mouth trembling as she begged for mercy through her ruined oral cavity.

He forced her face onto the bathtub full of water, poured more water over it, waterboarding her until she choked and gasped, her body thrashing in panic, the water mixing with her destroyed mouth.

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“Feel that, Hanni?” the 7th manager taunted, pouring more water as she struggled to breathe. “This is what happens when you betray HYPE. You’re nothing—just a toy for us to destroy.”

Hanni’s voice was a desperate wheeze as she begged, “I can’t… breathe… please…” The 5th manager, still recording, laughed coldly. “Keep going. I want to capture her breaking completely.” The waterboarding left Hanni trembling, her mind fractured by the terror of near-drowning, her body soaked and shivering as the managers moved on to the next torment. Hanni was feeling like she was getting drowned in a river.

The managers then pissed onto the water bathtub, further more degrading Hanni as they forced her face inside the water more, letting her drink the water mixed with their piss.

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The final layer of torment was psychological, designed to shatter Hanni’s mind as thoroughly as her body. The managers forced her to face the mirror, making her watch as they continued their acts, her reflection of the image of her in waste, burns, bruises, blood, a destroyed mouth, and a ruined gapped anus . The 5th manager played back the recorded footage on a screen, forcing her to relive her screams and cries, his voice mocking as he spoke, the camera zooming in on her swollen lips and blistered mouth. “Say it, Hanni,” he demanded, his tone cruel. “Say you’re a worthless slave who deserves this for betraying HYPE.”

Hanni’s voice was a broken whisper through her destroyed mouth as she repeated, “I’m… a worthless slave… I deserve this… for betraying HYPE…” The 4th manager laughed, his voice dripping with contempt. “That’s right. You’re nothing without us. You’ll never forget this night.” They took turns degrading her, calling her vile names and forcing her to beg for more pain.

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Hours later, the punishment finally ended, leaving Hanni a broken shell on the floor of the suite, her body a canvas of unimaginable horror—deep welts and lacerations from the whip, jagged cuts and bruises from the belt buckles, punches, and beatings, a branded HYPE logo on her hip, the word “HYPE” carved into her thigh, burns from the electric shocks and heated metal rods, a destroyed mouth with swollen, and blistered lips and a throat raw from deepthroating and burning, a vagina torn and burned from the triple penetration and metal rod, and a ruined anus that gaped open, from the four dicks, spiked dildo, and burning rod. Her body was a testament, every inch of her marked by their cruelty. She was barely conscious, her mind shattered by the psychological torment, her voice reduced to faint whimpers as she muttered through her ruined mouth, “I’ll be good… I’ll do anything…”

The 1st manager is satisfied. “She’s done,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “We’ve broken her completely. She’ll never betray HYPE again.”

the 2nd manager smirked, putting the whip away. “She was fun to break. Too bad she’s such a mess now—hope she can still perform.”

The 5th manager stopped the recording, his voice smug. “This footage will keep her in check. If she ever tries to go to court again, we’ll release it. She’s ours forever now.”

The 7th manager glanced at Hanni’s broken form, his tone indifferent. “Get her cleaned up enough to move. We can’t have her like this on us yet—she’s got more events to do for HYPE.”

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The managers called in a private doctor loyal to HYPE, who patched Hanni up —cleaning her wounds, bandaging the worst cuts, stitching her torn lips, and giving her painkillers to dull the agony, though her destroyed anus, vagina, and mouth were left untreated, the damage too severe for immediate repair. They did care about her long-term recovery but as for now, they only needed her for her next scheduled appearance, her value to HYPE tied to her ability to perform, even in her broken state.

They dressed her in a long-sleeved outfit to cover the marks, applied heavy makeup to hide the bruises and swelling on her face, and told her to act normal at her next event, using the recorded footage as leverage, the images of her destroyed mouth, body, and leaking anus a constant threat.

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Days later, Hanni was forced to attend a small fan signing session, ofcourse she was not able to walk.. Haerin, Daniellie, Hyein are confused why Hanni was acting weird.

her body still in agony, her wounds fresh and some infected, her anus, vagina, and mouth so damaged that she could barely sit or speak. She was heavily medicated with painkillers and sedatives, her movements slow and her expression vacant, but she gave a weak smile for the fans, her hands trembling as she signed autographs, her swollen lips making her speech slurred and barely intelligible.

A fan approached, her voice bright with excitement. “Hanni, you’re my favorite! You looked so happy at the last event—I love your peace sign pose!” Hanni’s voice was monotone as she replied, her words barely audible through her ruined mouth, “Thank you… I’m glad you liked it…” Her mind flashed back to the punishes, her body aching beneath the makeup and long sleeves, the pain in her destroyed shithole, pussy, and mouth a constant reminder of her punishment. The 1st manager stood nearby, his voice a harsh whisper. “Keep smiling, Hanni. Don’t let them see what a mess you are. You know what happens if you betray HYPE again.” Hanni nodded slightly, her voice barely audible through her swollen, blistered lips. “Yes, sir… I’ll be good…”

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow X GN Reader

Close to you

Based off of this head cannon post. you and Shadow cuddle for the first time. Warnings: An Extreme amount of fluff, so much it almost rivals Shadow's chest.

Being in stasis for fifty years does something to you, ever since he woke up Shadow had known nothing but cold. it was in the air, in his lungs, everywhere. Biting, stinging at him, unable to fight it. How could he?

He tried hot beverages, jackets, blankets. Not even the finest sheets could fill the empty space Shadow felt.

Overtime he got used to it, he barley felt the sting anymore. the empty space screaming at him now reduced to white noise. he had grown numb to the cold, accepting it as a part of his life. just another thing separating him from everyone else.

that was until one day, you changed everything.

It started out as an accident. a small brush against his arm as you were passing by, the sensation barley lasted a second but for the first time he felt relief the biting cold dissipating for a brief moment.

"Oh, sorry Shadow."

"It's okay Y/N. Just be more careful next time."

"Sure thing, See ya"

"yah, Bye"

That night Shadow laid in bed stroking the small area you touched, unable to sleep.

"How did they do that?" he thought to himself. he couldn't make sense of it, he tried everything to get rid of the cold he felt, and in one fleeting second you had managed to fight it off for him.

A few months later, you did it again.

It was your second date and shadow was walking you home. the streets were empty except for the two of you the stars guiding the two of you to your destination.

"The stars are beautiful tonight" you commented

"It's a lot different looking up at them then being amongst them."

"What was that like?"

"The constellations were un recognizable me and Maria used to make up our own."

"sounds like fun"

"It was enjoyable although, I don't think the other scientists would agree"

you giggled as you turned your attention to the sky. the stars twinkled above you illuminating the night.

mindlessly your hand had drifted against his knuckle's barley touching.

the small moment sent a wave of warmth through his hand, but before he could even comprehend the feeling you took his hand in yours and held it.

You didn't let go and if he was being honest with himself he didn't want you to let go. somehow even through your gloves you had managed to break through the chill.

for the last few blocks shadow had gotten a taste of relief, but nothing could have prepared him for what would come the next time the two of you made contact.

The two of you had been official for the better part of a month. Shadow was over at your apartment watching a movie with you. the two of you sitting side by side, not uncomfortable but a little stiff to the outside viewer.

Shadow's attention was fully on the screen, the plot was a little cheesy for his taste but you had claimed it as your favorite movie so he was determined to complete it. he had been successful so far, that was until he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Turning he saw that you had placed your head on his shoulder using him to keep you upright.

normally with this kind of contact Shadow would have been resistant, shoving whomever off of him. but with you, things were different. not only did he accept your touch, he wanted more.

His arm moved on it's own wrapping itself around you bring you in closer. you happily accepted his guidance laying your head on his chest, not yet brave enough to burry your face in the chest fluff though.

you wrapped your arms around his middle holding him in a sweet embrace.

Shadows breath hitched, the sensations coming to him all at once. He felt your warmth cutting through the cold that had been so present. he felt your tight squeeze around him fighting off the emptiness he felt around him.

Colors grew brighter, a strange lightness fell upon him. For the first time in years Shadow had felt relief. Relief from the cold that had plagued him for the past fifty years, relief from the numbness he felt every day since he woke up.

He felt you nuzzle into him, sending another wave of warmth throughout him. he heard a faint purr escape your chest. he smiled wrapping you tighter in his arms. he didn't want this to end.

Then he felt it, a small vibration in his chest that reverberated through his whole body. He was confused until he heard it he was purring. He wasn't even aware he could until now. it was completely involuntary, but not unwelcome.

The two of you held onto each other, purring in tandem until the credits ended.

"so what did you think?" you asked softly.

"I loved it." He Responded. "Can we do this every week?"

[emthimofnight]

would the three failed siblings have different personalities if they were raised by sonic and shadow?, and if so what would their personalities be?

Oh, for sure! Being raised in a positive environment where they aren't pitted against one another would really bring out their best traits. 😁

Void

Eldest brother

Still has low empathy, but is better at relating to others and putting himself in their shoes.

Very logical. Thinks things through far more than his siblings. That being said, he is extremely impulsive when emotional.

The most morally gray out of his siblings, but is still considered a "hero". Shadow worries he is only playing the hero role because it gives him an excuse to fight.

... He really does like fighting.

Definitely the one to suggest murder before anyone else.

Bumps heads with Shadow. Shadow sees a lot of the things he doesn't like about himself in Void, and projects a lot of his personal baggage onto him.

Closer to Sonic, finds his presence to be calming and enjoyable. Sonic knows how to handle Shadow, and therefore better understands how to handle Void.

Patient, protective, but blunt. Will almost ALWAYS tell someone the cold, hard truth, even if it hurts them. There have been many times he's made one of his siblings cry for being "too mean." He doesn't see it that way.

The quietest and least disruptive of his siblings. Spends a lot of time reading.

Andromeda

Eldest sister

Can come across as bratty or vain, but loves her family deeply. Often can't decide if they are the most annoying people in the world, or her favorite.

Still very much a moody teenager, but the normal, non-traumatized amount.

Would be that pretty, popular older sister that Stellar wishes she was more like.

Prefers to stay out of fights, despite her power. Values her appearance greatly and would rather her perfectly preened quills didn't get disturbed. That being said, she has an explosive temper, and won't shy away from punching it out with someone who pisses her off.

Gets along great with Shadow for the most part, but when they disagree, their fights are infamously explosive. Sonic can do little to defuse an argument between the two of them once it has started, so he usually tells the other kids to make some popcorn.

That being said, she, Shadow, and Stellar would often go shopping or to the spa together!

Sonic, on the other hand, would be her favorite dad to chill and watch movies with!

Very protective of her siblings. That type of girl to tease and make fun of her family, but immediately turn on anyone else who does. Those are HER idiots, dammit!

Polarity

Youngest brother (but still older than Stellar!!)

Playful, witty, and clever. No one thinks of faster comebacks than he does!

A LOT like Sonic, but with a softer edge. Has less of his bold-faced confidence.

Sporty and active, but also a huge nerd. LOVES comic books!

Fastest runner out of his siblings, period.

Due to having a lot of the same interests, Sonic and Polarity would spend a lot of time together! The two of them would have a lot of inside jokes and running bits. Polarity would want to be just like him!

The most eager to be a great hero out of his siblings.

Despite his closeness with Sonic, he is not missing any love from Shadow. It would seem that all the things Shadow likes about Sonic, he likes about Polarity. Shadow clearly has a favorite between his two sons.

Polarity and Stellar are the only two people who know how to make Shadow laugh consistently.

Polarity and Stellar are also the most alike among the siblings! The two of them are super close. Unfortunately for Polarity, being around Stellar seems to make him dumber. There is only one brain cell between the two of them when they are left to their own devices.

His antagonistic relationship with Void isn't present here! The two of them get along fine, even if Polarity isn't particularly close to him. If anything, he wishes the two of them did more stuff together.

[jjscrybaby]

prompt 19: ‘here’s my number.’

jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (reader has hair, no use of y/n, first meeting.)

not proofread and also not my best, i’m trying to get back into the hang of writing so i figured that maybe if i start posting my stuff it could give me the motivation again. hope you enjoy! :)

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JJ was sure he knew everyone that lived on the island. Whether they were a Pogue or a Kook, 9 times out of 10 he’d heard of them. Whether it was because there had been a scandal about Mr Anderson cheating on his wife with his secretary, or Mimsy hooking up with Topper Thornton at the most recent kegger, he’d heard of them.

So, when he checked over the itinerary for the delivery’s he was doing for Heyward he knew exactly who lived in the house he was heading to. An older couple, been on the island since they were kids, rich but not overly snobby. He walked up the driveway and knocked on the door, expecting the elder woman to open it since her husband’s recently broken his ankle. He had to do a double take when the wooden door was pulled open and the girl that stood there was anything but an old lady.

You were beautiful, hair tied up in a ponytail and pretty eyes that stared back at him. You looked a little tired, sporting a tee and baggy shorts that he assumed still costed more than his rent based on the logo.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, mouth parted as he just stared at you.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Maybe I have the wrong house?” He looked around in confusion. The number was right, but last he checked there wasn’t a beautiful girl living in this house.

“Who are you looking for?” You questioned. He said your grandparents last name, making you nod. “You’ve got the right house.”

He just nodded slowly, handing you the two bags of groceries. They always ordered an absurd amount of bread. “Right. I didn’t realise they had a roommate.”

You giggled at his words, putting the plastic bags down — Kiara wouldn’t be happy — and grabbed your handbag from the side to get out your purse. “I’m their granddaughter.”

“Ohhh.” That made more sense. They didn’t seem the type to look on Craigslist for someone in need of a home. You held a twenty out to him. “Uh, it’s already paid for.”

“A tip,” you explained, nudging your hand closer to him. “Can’t be enjoyable walking around in this heat with all those heavy bags.”

“This is my last stop,” he shrugged, still not accepting the money. He wasn’t sure why, normally he’d be grabbing at it with greedy hands; maybe even trying to talk you into giving him more. Thats what he did with all of Heyward’s other customers.

“Just take the money,” you laughed.

“Twenty’s a bit much,” he argued, tapping his foot against the stone floor.

You hummed, giving him a look he couldn’t read. “Then how about you help me carry my last box upstairs. That mixed in with the delivery seems to add up to twenty.”

If any other Kook asked him to do such a thing he’d say no. He’d probably piss on their plants just for good measure. But you were something else, your little smile did something to him that he refused to acknowledge.

“Sure,” he agreed, stepping into the house. He rubbed his shoes against the mat, not wanting to trail dirt on the white carpet.

“Thanks. My back is killing me,” you complained, leading him further into the house where only a few boxes were left.

He read over them. Clothes. Blankets. Teddies. His face scrunched up in confusion. “Are you movin’ in?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Did you need anything? Some water or coffee or something?”

“Water, please.” He followed you into the kitchen, it was bigger than his entire shack. He leant against the counter, watching you reach up to the glass cupboard. “Where are you from?”

“Uh… all over really. My parents never enjoyed sticking to one place. I’ve been travelling for the last year. I was gonna go home, but after finding out my grandad’s getting more clumsy and my nan can’t take care of him herself I figured I could come help,” you explained, filling his glass with water and ice.

“That’s nice of you,” he murmured. He hadn’t seen either sets of his grandparents since he was a baby. His mom’s parents didn’t reach out whatsoever, not since she dipped, and his dads sent him a birthday card with a twenty each year. If they needed help, he’d probably pretend he didn’t see the message.

You just shrugged, taking your hair out of the pony just to re-do it. “They’re the reason I could afford, like, everything. Plus, I’m expecting some good karma.”

“Good karma?” He chuckled, accepting the cool glass from your hand. “Is that a real thing?”

“Who knows. But if it is, I want it,” you smirked. “So, you’re a delivery boy?”

He shook his head, putting the glass down on the marble counter. “Nah. I’m a busboy at the club, but my friend’s dad does the deliveries and I needed some extra cash.”

“Makes sense,” you murmured. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” he responded. He crossed his fingers that you were the same age, you looked young, but for all he knows you could be thirty and just really hot for your age.

“Me too,” you grinned. He smiled back toothily.

“Cool. So, uh, the boxes?” He asked.

For the next half an hour, he helped you carry up boxes. Your room was on the third floor, in the attic technically. It was bare, just a bed and a closet with a bathroom connected. He couldn’t blame you though, you had just moved in.

Once you were done, you walked him to your front door and held out the twenty again.

“Nah,” he murmured, waving you off.

Your face fell. “What?”

“I don’t need it.”

“You just helped me out for the money, so take the money,” you argued. “I should probably give you more than twenty.”

“How ‘bout this… you could thank me in another way,” he suggested.

“Like what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, head tilting as you looked up at him.

“Could let me take you to dinner sometimes,” he shrugged nonchalantly, although on the inside he felt like he was going to burst.

Your eyes widened in surprise, staring at him for a moment before a soft smile appeared on your lips. “Yeah. That seems fair.”

“Cool,” he grinned. “You got a pen?”

“Sure.” You walked a bit further inside the house, opening up a draw and handing a pen to him. He took it from you and pulled out an old receipt for gas from his pocket. He scribbled over it, a cheesy smile on his face as he handed it back to you.

“Here’s my number, I’m expectin’ a call,” he stated, giving you a wink.

You laughed, pocketing the receipt. “You’ll get one.”

“Cool. Uh, see you soon then,” he said, walking out the front door with a pleased look on his face.

You watched after him, waving as you closed the door. You definitely hadn’t moved to Outerbanks to find a man, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You pulled out the receipt and giggled at what was sprawled on it. Below his phone number was a little note.

Call this number. You’ll have no regrets ;) - JJ

[ash5monster01]

Yummm hiii can I please get a classic burger for here, with onion rings and a margarita please?

Order #3

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Main Course: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Ingredients: 18+, MDNI, smut, enemies to lovers, semi public sex, dirty talk, no use of protection, fluff, no use of y/n

Meal: Charlie smut, enemies to lovers, with semi public sex.

Total: $30.67 = 3k words

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You did not want to attend this party. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy parties or had something else going on. This party was specifically for poetry class students which meant your sworn enemy from the last semester was most definitely going to be an attendance. It boiled your blood that the accounting major student who had taken Poetry 101 for fun, was somehow always getting a better grade than you as an actual Literature Major. After a while it became less about the poetry and more about finally getting the same or a higher grade than him. To think you had once thought of the class as fun and easy. 

Yet your roommate Emily dragged you along anyway, after doing your hair and makeup, and forcing you in a dress tighter than you’d normally wear. It didn't stop you from stewing the whole way, arms crossed tightly over your chest and already daydreaming of the various liquors that infiltrated a punch bowl and would soon make this night somewhat bearable. If you were going to have to face the overbearing and cocky boy, at least you could do it with a stimulant of some kind. 

“Wow, who knew the literature students could be this fun,” Emily says the second you spot the party. There are students everywhere, drinks in their hands, and music from a live band playing loudly from inside. It’s crazy to think these were the same students who enjoyed the same books as you and wrote essays for fun. 

“I don’t see fun, at least not without a drink in my hand,” you tell her and she rolls her eyes before stomping towards the house, in search of the alcohol to get you to shut up. 

You tag along, a little smug and side eyeing all the other students who were really letting loose before summer began. You might have been one of them if you didn’t immediately feel the hairs on your arms stick up from his presence. Half hung over a girl on the couch in the living room, a black beret on his head, and a smug smile on his face, was none other than Charlie Dalton, the bane of your existence and cockiest boy to ever exist. You wished you could rip the damn thing off his head and chuck it across the room. 

“Here, drink this and shut up,” your roommate says as she returns to your side, handing you a cup with a liquid a shade of red you’d never seen before. Your eyes never leave the boy, watching him like he might attack if you look away for too long. 

“God I wish someone would put him in his place,” you grumble, tipping the liquid down your throat and trying not to cough at the strong amount of alcohol that goes down. 

“I think the only person who can do that is you,” she replies before stalking off, uninterested in your one sided beef. Charlie had participated in this little contest of yours, teasing you and returning every glare, but you had initiated it every time. What shocked you is how he never questioned your hatred or rivalry but instead participated as if it was some fun game. 

After a few hours and a few more drinks your hips start to sway to the live band a little, letting the enjoyment of a carefree and fun night finally seep in. A part of you was still hyper aware the chestnut haired boy was loitering somewhere around the party, probably attached to his third girl of the night, but you could finally accept the semester was over. You had passed and had made it one more year closer to your degree. It was something worth celebrating whether the presence of the boy bothered you or not. 

“Looking good,” Levi, one of your classmates calls, spotting the way you finally accept the party and a blush fills your cheeks. You’re not sure why you’re embarrassed, you had every right to have just as much fun as they all were. 

“Thanks Levi!” you call back which only makes him grin and let out a hearty laugh from across the room. 

“Hey I don’t know if Emily found you but she was looking a little bit ago, said if we saw you to tell you she was upstairs, third door to the right,” he tells you and you give a thumbs up, finishing the last gulp of your fourth or maybe fifth drink. Abandoning it with the various others, you start for the stairs in search of your friend who more than likely needed advice about some boy she liked here or a wingwoman to get his attention. 

“Emily, you in here?” you ask carefully, pushing the door open to a pitch black room. Your hands fumble against the walls for a light switch but come up short, confusing you further. 

“Yeah, over here,” she calls and you furrow your brows, confused why she would be sitting in the dark at a party of all places. 

“Why are the lights off, I can’t see shit,” you grumble, stepping blindly into the room. You only had a little light from the door that was halfway cracked open so when it disappears with a slam you know you’ve just been shut in. 

“I’m sorry but this is for your own good, there’s a chain for the light!” Emily’s voice now muffled by the door calls through the door and anger strikes you where you stand. 

Desperate fists bang against the door as you call out at her and try the locked handle, confused why she’d trap you in a dark room all alone. When it’s certain she’s not going to respond you blindly search for a chain, cursing when you feel it hit your face. The same time your fingers finally grasp around it and tug, the door swings open and a body gets shoved in, before slamming closed again. Now bathed in light, eyes struggling to adjust to the drastic change, you discover it’s not a room but a large linen closet, and in front of you stands the one person you despised more than anyone. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scramble for the door again, ignoring the boy and slapping your hand hard against the wood. 

“Let me out Emily, I’m not doing this!” your voice is venomous, angry and loud enough that even Charlie recoils a bit. He knew he should have questioned it when Levi said he wanted to show him something upstairs but he wasn’t nearly as annoyed with this predicament as you were. 

“I don’t care, me and Levi are going back to the party and we’ll check back in an hour or so. Either way you need to get over this rivalry before Fall semester,” Emily calls back and you go to argue but stop yourself when fast footsteps belonging to the pair take off down the hall. Leaving you and Charlie locked together and away from the party. 

“Really, it could be worse,” he finally says, voice making you stiff when you consider the fact you actually have to confront him. 

“Maybe for you, but this is quite literally my worst nightmare,” you tell him as you turn around, aware there was only about a foot between you considering how small the room was. It was the most ideal of places but you were sure Emily didn’t put climbing out a window past you. It was evil and genius. 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that ?” he asks curiously, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the shelf behind him. His ease with you made your skin crawl considering being this close to him was constantly testing your fight or flight reaction. 

“You irk me,” you tell him sharply, leaning forward to convey how deeply and instead he just laughs. 

“As if I haven’t noticed, Doll. What I’d like to know is the reason why, I haven’t done anything to you,” he counters and you grumble, kicking weakly at the door as if a miracle could happen at any point and free you of this confinement. 

“I don’t like that you’re better at poetry than me. I’ve studied it my entire life, every detail and rule, and yet somehow you thrive with no effort at all,” you tell him and what you don’t expect is the amused chuckle you get after your angry words, trying hard to make him realize and understand why he bothered you so much. 

“You see that’s your problem, there are no rules to poetry. Anything can be poetry. I don’t give a fuck what Pritchard said or how many stanza’s I need. If poetry is going to mean anything at all, then it should come from your heart, and not be constricted by some fake rules,” and you hate that even these words sound like one of the best poems you’ve ever heard. 

“Fake rules? It's what we study, Charlie. It’s the whole point,” you tell him pointedly, finger poking into his chest as you try and get your point across. 

“No it’s not, the whole point is for what you’re writing to mean something. I’d rather a poem be real than crafted to sound perfect,” he tells you, hand grasping the finger that sticks into his chest and you grumble despite the fact his words make sense. 

“Okay and if that’s true, how the hell does an accounting student know that and I don’t?” you ask bitterly, ignoring the tight grasp on your hand from warm skin. You don’t want to admit that his cologne makes your knees a little weak and the close proximity dizzying. You despised Charlie but you also weren’t blind to his attractiveness. 

“I had a good teacher, in High School I mean. Me and my friends would study it, write our own, and sneak out in the dark of the night to share it with each other. Only time in my life I felt free so when I write it now, it reminds me of how good things can be,” he says earnestly and you hate that it’s endearing, that he actually has plausible reason, and maybe you had judged him too harshly. 

“If that is true why did you play into my hatred then, you could have just told me this from the beginning?” you ask him, tugging your hand back from his own to try and keep some sort of control. 

“I liked you, thought you had fire, and it helped you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen,” he says and your body relaxes, heart speeding up as his words sink into your bones. He had put up with your shit all this time because he liked you. Even if it included mean comments and teasing the other, he had done it this whole time to have a relationship even if it was enemies.

“Oh my God, I’m so dumb,” you crumble against the wall behind you, feeling stupid for treating him so badly all this time. It was no wonder your friends had locked you in here, you had been so blind. What you don’t expect though is the heavy hand that lands on your waist. 

“I wouldn't say that, I mean I let it go on for so long cause I thought it was hot. You hating me only made me want you more,” he admits and something electrifies the space between you, the anger and distaste fizzling out, and discovering he has some of the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen. You're not sure why, but your eyes drop to his lips, returning only a second later to find he had seen you do it. 

No more words need to be shared between you both, instead he has you pressed flat against the closet wall, and lips hot against your own. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, kissing him back more eagerly than he had. His body is filled out and strong against your own, grounding you and making you realize this whole time it was never hate. It had been lust.

On the same page for the first time in your entire relationship, you kiss him deeper, humming when his tongue tangles with your own. Your desire for him brings his hands to roam your body, something he’d been wanting to do since he saw you in this dress. On instinct he wedges his knee between your legs and you surprise yourself by grinding down onto it. It’s a drastic change and it could be the alcohol or the newly discovered feelings for him. Either way you needed him badly, and you needed him now. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks when he pulls away for air, breathing heavily and trying not to get dizzy from how good you feel in his arms. 

“Yes, please. I need you Charlie,” you whine and he nods, quickly kissing you back, no longer hesitating. You’re wetter than you want to be, it should be embarrassing, but when his hand dips beneath your skirt he doesn’t tease you at all. Instead he groans into your mouth like it’s a gift you’re already this turned on for him. 

“This may be your nightmare but it’s my dream,” he mutters, circling your clit with his fingers, and wishing he could tear your panties to shreds. You moan softly at the feeling, not wanting to waste anymore time like you had this whole semester. You grasp his length over his pants, hard and straining against the fabric, and he twitches against your palm. 

“Just shut up and get inside me,” you demand and he nods, backing away to pop the button of his pants and drag them down before tugging his T-shirt off. You follow suit, removing your panties and pulling the skirt up to give him more access. His cock angry and red grazes his abdomen, and a part of you shivers with anticipation. 

Closing the distance again, he tugs the straps of your dress down, freeing your breasts, and letting his calloused hands grope them. He looks on with adoration and it catches you off guard when one of those hands lifts your leg around his waist and grinds his length against your heat. You whine desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly which you’re thankful for considering you didn’t have much time to warm up. 

“You okay?” he asks when he’s flush inside you and you nod, unable to find the words. When you press a soft and intimate kiss to his bare shoulder, he can’t stop himself from grabbing your other leg, and sinking even deeper into you as your feet leave the ground and you get sandwiched between him and the wall. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble into his neck, trailing wet kisses and tasting his skin as if you’d forget after this was all over. Your words bring him to draw back and drive back in, pounding you against the wall with every deep thrust. Had there not been a band playing downstairs, almost everyone could probably hear you. 

“You’re so perfect,” he mutters and your fingers tangle into his hair, knocking the beret off his head just like you had wanted earlier, before kissing him deeply. He continues his pace, thrusting into you as his lips mesh with your own. It’s dirty, hot, and fast, but somehow it feels right. Even if your friends could come back any second and find you. 

“I’m close,” you tell him when he starts hitting just the right spot. Your words encourage him to remove one of his hands and find your bundle of nerves. He rubs quickly, working you over without losing his pace, and it’s no surprise you cum quickly, trembling against him as he continues to fuck you through it. When he’s certain you can’t squeeze him any tighter he finds himself finishing as well, spilling into you as his hips stutter and knees buckle. The both of you almost fall to the ground but he quickly catches himself. 

“Wow,” you say after a beat, head resting softly on his shoulder, and he nods. Slowly he backs away from the wall, helping you down, and both wincing when he slips out. 

“You could say that again,” Charlie says, finding a small towel on the shelf he leaned on not so long ago and moving towards you. You blush when he cleans himself from you before delicately pulling the straps off your dress back up. It’s intimate and sweet and you practically melt when he finishes it with a kiss to your nose. 

“Does that mean we’re done hating each other?” he asks as he retrieves your panties and his own clothes, handing the fabric over to you. You giggle as you pull them up your legs and pull your skirt back down over yourself. 

“Maybe, I’ll have to sleep on it,” you tease as he dresses himself as well, grabbing the beret from the ground and shoving it into his back pocket. 

“And to think I was going to offer a sleepover,” he smirks and you blush at the same time the handle on the door jiggles and it swings open. Had it been a minute sooner you both would have been caught. 

“So, did you two settle your differences?” Emily asks, arms crossed and foot tapping expectantly beneath her. You and Charlie share a look before turning back to her. 

“You could say that,” you finally respond and Charlie snorts, hand falling to his chest as he allows himself to laugh. 

“Well, I’ll take it. If you two fight again I’ll lock you somewhere other than a closet,” she threatens as she steps out of the way, allowing you two to leave. You both shuffle out into the hall, smelling like sex and burning with a desire for more of each other. 

“Sounds fun,” Charlie tells her before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and your roommate gives a confused look, eyeing you both closely as you head for the stairs. 

“Goodnight Emily,” you call out and it’s then she realizes you were leaving the party with the boy. When you’re both out of sight, she breaks out into a grin, jumping with victory.

The rivalry finally settled between you two, at least for now.

[big-mean-trans-dyke]

TNWO Rideshare app. It functions like a normal real life rideshare app in that it gets you from place to place, except it’s passenger pickup priorities are sorted to maximize the amount of cuntfucking in the backseat.

For example, A cuntgirl and three regular woman both submit ride requests? The driver probably picks up goddess 1, then goddess 2, then goddess 3, and THEN goes to pick up the cuntgirl and invited her to “sit anywhere” as if any of the seats in the back aren’t taken. Then the driver makes sure to drop off the cuntgirl last so all three trans women cocks can be properly emptied into her while driving around. (Hell, maybe the driver picks up extra trans women along the way! And obviously they would also deserve to get where they’re going first…)

It may not be efficient for getting from point A to pont B, but let’s be real, the TNWO probably has more than sufficient public transit and accessibility options for people who ACTUALLY need to get somewhere; a cuntgirl trying to get a private ride from someone else through a rideshare is just begging to get stuffed with the jizz and piss of superior women.

This is another instance of some in the TNWO that exists in a few different forms. There are transfem exclusive services closer to taxis, consisting of a fleet of drivers constantly ready to give a ride if needed, and of course equipped with a cuntgirl in the back to help the journey go by faster.

Then, in the vein you've described, there are more traditional carpool scenarios, open to anybody but with the explicit understanding that transfems are served first, and free to use any cuntgirl that happens to get in along the way. This can make airport shuttles, for example, very enjoyable for all parties.

Finally, while they're not common, you'll sometimes see transfem led taxi services. These are typically transfems who just enjoy the feeling of driving around, may want to show off their vehicle, or just enjoy the bit of busy work between quickies. Regardless, it's very close to a standard taxi service, with the simple difference of method of payment. No need to worry too much about getting where you're going on time, drivers are rarely interested in a long fuck. Usually they just ask a few minutes to empty their balls in a tight, warm hole before they send their passenger on their way and move on to the next one. Unsurprisingly, these women tend to have a LOT of kids~

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is! 

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?”  Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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[hiskillingjar]

hi!!!!! can i request some hcs for lawrence oleander and ren hana with a fem (or gn) reader that likes to dye her hair a lot and has many piercings????

i hope you have a very good day!!!! :D

for sure! i've never done hcs before but i'll have a crack at it

also i know you asked for law and ren but i'm a strade enjoyer so i'm including him too pbltttt

ren 🦊

ren obviously loves it lol

like he's pretty high aesthetic already so he lovesssss a partner who has a specific aesthetic to em, especially if it's colourful and cute!

you wanna dye your hair? great, i've already gotten the bleach and all the colours you could want!! and all the special equipment for it too!! :3

he'd be hopeless if you asked for help though lol. like bleach stains where you did not want bleach

as soon as you were finished, he'd gush all over your new colour and compare it to an anime character he liked

"does that mean you could cosplay xyz pairing with me now?" like the idiot man he is

he for sure likes the piercings too. they make you look so tough and cool (despite being so sweet on him <3)

might encourage you to get more, especially nip or genital piercings, under the impression that they'd make sex more fun lmaoooo

lawrence 🥀

law isn't someone who's super aesthetically minded so they might not totally understand the motivation to dye your hair all the time

it takes so much effort to dye your hair so why do it so often, and all by yourself? you're getting it all over the bathroom! okay, okay, fine, i'll help you...

they'd be pretty gentle and patient in helping you dye your hair. they'd like the opportunity to be closer to you <3

never mind the intrusive thoughts they might have washing all the dye off in the shower. never mind all that!

(and might take a few snippings of your hair from the bathroom floor to keep...maybe)

they like the piercings normal amounts

might fiddle with them as a stim. don't wear hoops or danglies or they will get tugged on

they'd probably understand piercings in a similar way to their tattoos. maybe they'd even think about getting a stud or two themselves, just to see how it feels

what are your thoughts on tattoos? they might like those...

strade 🔨

he's pretty neutral about the hair dye and any. like, aesthetic choice you go for.

that's something you'd do with ren on a whim and he barely notices unless he sees a stain somewhere

"oh you dyed your hair?" yeah strade, i did it like three days ago, did you just notice? what is wrong with you?

he'd make snarky comments here and there but not really say anything

PIERCINGS THOUGH??? 🥵🥵🥵

strade was a bisexual in the early two-thousands german alternative scene (in my minds eye) so he'd FOR SURE be into piercings (and any body mods honestly)

has his own piercing scars hehehehe

ear piercings? the more the merrier! facial piercings? the best!

nipple or genital piercings? the man is a feral animal

might be so inclined to help you out with a few himself! i pierced my first boyfriend's ears with a needle, i can totally pierce your clit if you stop squirming~ <3

would absolutely pull at them to tease you (might insist on hoops through everything just to give him a better chance to pull)

would for sure push it too far and rip em out too <3

[notenoughgauze]

A Vision to Himself

WARNING SMUT AHEAD! MDNI

I wrote this a while ago and posted on A03. Wanted to see how it does on tumblr as I'm trying to build a good amount of blurbs so i can start taking requests. Enjoy

She smiled with mischievousness. Her cunt begging her to do more than just rub her throbbing clit with deft fingers. She opened her little box of trinkets and pulled out her favorite toy. It's a simple wand vibrator, it's nothing unique but it does wonders for her pleasure. She lays on her bed, usually opting to cover her lower half with the covers, she instead strips and allows herself to be fully bare to her self-inflicting pleasure. She places the tip of the wand right where it could kiss her clit perfectly and turns it on to the lowest setting. She lets out a sigh of relief. She finally had the privacy to have her way with herself.

Unknown to her an unusually flustered man watched her from his cameras he placed as a security measure. Fyodor's cheeks grew a shade of pink that looked misplaced and wrong on his normally apathetic face. He had just planned on checking in on her while he was away, he had no motive to watch her so intimately. The room felt hot around him and his pants strained against his growing hardness. He was familiar with sexual needs of course, he had them of his own, albeit rare, they were there. However, he had never truly experienced it with another like most his own age would have done dozens of times by then. To see a woman so beautiful unveil herself to him, allowing him to listen to her enjoyment. He can't stop himself from leaning closer to the screen, to see her touch herself in ways he's only thought of, his hands twitch to relieve himself the same as she is.

He feels as though he was an average teenage boy, just learning new urges within himself. Fyodor felt it was below him, he wasn't one to be driven by primal needs, but watching her, hearing her, imagining her begging to him, calling his name so sweetly. He gives in, just this once. His cold hand is harsh against the pounding warmth of his cock. His eyes widen when she stands, he's graced with her lovely backside He studies every inch of her ass he can, committing it to unfailing memory. He imagines massaging it, tracing his slim fingers over every dimple ingrained in it. He groans softly at the thought.

She Lays in the bed again, giggling to herself in anticipation for her new addition. She positions herself into a new position, pulling her legs to her chest as much as she can before bringing the new toy into his view. It's a slim dildo, he compares how his own cock would be thicker and longer than the simple thing, before he can compare more, she brings it to her lips and sucks on it a bit, taking it as deep as she can while playing with herself. He stops stroking himself in favor of studying her. His eyes don't know where to look, her lovely lips wrapped around the fake dick or her cute fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. His mouth feels dry at the images of her taking his cock in her mouth instead. He resumes his movements, trying to clumsily match her pace. He feels so dirty when he fights a whine as she takes the object out of her mouth. He watched as she lines it up to her hole. His breath hitches when she pushes it in and lets out a soft moan.

He stroked in unison as she fucks herself for him unknowingly. He wants to feel her wrapped around him instead of his own hand. He wants to watch her tits bounce and her mouth hang open in a silent moan like it is now. He wants to fuck her so good that no toy or other man will ever satisfy her in comparison. He moans when she increases her speed, a sucker for instant gratification much like he is. She loses herself to the cock fucking her and he loses himself to her beauty and his imagination. She lets out a guttural moan and stops her movements. Her legs shake as a satisfied but tired smile plasters on her face. He spills all over his hand at the glorious sight.

As she goes to the bathroom to clean up out of his view, Fyodor catches his breath and comes to terms with what just happened. She makes him so weak. He's grateful for his photographic memory at this moment. Until he can 'make love' to her himself, he'll allow himself to relive her adventure when he's feeling "weak" again.

[jellojelli]

Hi! I hope you’re well❤️

Would you mind writing how Luocha and Welt (and anyone else you want to include) would react to the reader seeming like they’re having a hard time but trying to hide it?

I crave the angst 🤌

*a/n: ah a fellow angst enjoyer*

Luocha

Luocha is an observant man, it comes with being a merchant he thinks. So he could easily see your late nights, the tower of responsibilities, and expectations slowly, but surely, consuming and crushing you under their weight. And no amount of I'm fine's and don't worry about it's were easing his concern for you

It was easy to see in your paling complexion, the bags under your eyes, and the overall feeling of exhaustion that surrounded you, that you were most definitely not as okay as you claimed to be. Luocha hates to be a worrywart about you, hates hovering and feeling like he's taking your freedom and peace away when he tries to subtly pester you about your health. But everyday that you keep your burdens to yourself and he sees you add more on, Luocha is closer to intervening and putting a stop to whatever it is that you're doing to yourself.

He hates that you’re not relying on him. Luocha thought he made it clear that he would always make himself available for you. Especially if you needed him to care for you or help when you couldn’t handle things anymore. He won’t say anything, again he hates hovering, but he wants you to run into his arms and admit you need help, that he can help you. But he lets it go so he doesn’t hurt your pride

It's only when he passes by your room one night that he realizes he should have stepped in the moment he noticed you overworking yourself

He could hear your broken sobs from behind the door to your room for the night. Luocha has never reacted so quickly than in that moment. He practically launched himself into the room and took you in his arms, his normally calm and placid demeanor gone as he tries to calm both you and himself down

He holds you as close as he can to himself, stroking your back to try and calm your cries. His heart hurts as you choke out sobs and small apologies. When you finally calm down he pulls away just enough to grab a tissue to help clean you up

Luocha will take it upon himself to nurse you back to health and finally let go of his hesitance and step in to stop you on your path to self destruction. He will be incredibly straightforward with you after you've had a good nights rest and a proper breakfast. He's deadly serious when he says you are going to rest up and not do a single chore, errand, or anything regarding work until he, a somewhat medical professional, deems you healthy enough to go back. And if you even try to lift a finger Luocha will wrestle you back into the bed and monitor you until you learn to take it easy

Luocha also makes you promise two things to him. No more taking on more than you realistically can, and no more trying to hide your pain and struggles from him. He wouldn't know what he would do if you ever got seriously ill because of your habits, or aeon's forbid, pass out or collapse because of it. He's sure he can nurse you back to health, but he would rather have his lover always healthy and never be in a situation where he has to see you in such a way

Welt

Welt is also quite the observant man. I'd even say he is the most observant man when it comes to those closest to him. He can see that you're struggling with something. The last planet you adventured on with the express seemed to have taken it's toll on you mentally and physically, but even at the time you claimed that it was nothing and wouldn't let himself or anyone else on the express examine you or look into your mental health.

It was really worrying him as he saw just how bad your condition had become now. You looked sick, you were often sick these days too. Often not leaving your room after you moved back into it so Welt wouldn't get sick too. He could see you were thinning out, you weren't sleeping because of nightmares, but you just kept going like nothing was wrong. You kept smiling at everyone, doing your duties, helping Pom Pom manage the express, and helping with whatever you could when you weren't busy doing something else

I say Welt would let this go on for about a month. A month of hoping that you would come to him before you got worse, a long month of watching you slowly becoming a shell of yourself. He has to step in, it's in his nature, and not only that you are his lover, his one and only, he can't let this go on another second. Even if that means he has to corner you and treat you like a child or a cornered animal to get you to talk to him.

He would very casually ask you to come with him and lead you to his room, your supposed to be shared room, and sit you down. Welt, with his years of wisdom and compassion, tells you to confide in him like he does you, that he will do whatever he can to make you feel better, feel safer, but he has to know what happened so that he can help, because he wants to help you

Once the tears start Welt will guide you to the him and hold onto you until you calm down, listening to your every word and reassuring you with gentle squeezes and soft kisses to your head. He stays silent the whole time you talk, only speaking when he's sure you've let it all out. He will make sure you know that he's going to fix whatever the issue is and make sure you are the most comfortable you've ever been

Please know that he is using his authority to make you get plenty of bed rest, in your shared room, and that if you need anything at all, even if it seems silly, that you will call him at any hour of the day to come and help you

Gepard

Gepard is a bit slow on noticing your struggles. He is observant, you can't make it to Captain of the Silvermane Guards without being good at observing and making logical and smart decisions. But, because he's captain of the guards, he's never home to see you or how much you're struggling with life in the overworld. He doesn't notice how lonely you've been and how depression has taken it's hold on you since he's been away

It takes a call from Serval and several concerned and disbelieving paragraphs from Lynx before he realizes that he's been away and blind to your problems for longer than he should've been. You can bet he feels like a piece of garbage on his way back to you and begging the Aeons that you wouldn’t leave him for neglecting you like he had

When he enters your shared home he expected to see you maybe moping, lacking energy, and maybe even seeing that you hadn’t been getting sleep since he’s been gone. He wasn’t expecting to see you crying you heart out in the kitchen with your head in your hands. Gepard can feel his heart literally breaking in two

Gepard has never removed his armor more quickly than in that moment. You can bet as soon as the chest piece is off he’s crushing you to his chest and letting a string of apologies fall from his mouth. He’s cursing himself, apologizing, and almost begging you to forgive him for not being there for you or asking someone to check up on you

When he’s done rambling and you stop crying he’ll take a good look at you. He can see it in your eyes how lonely you’d been and how hard it’s been on you since coming to live in the city with him. He feels so bad and like a monster for not being there for you when you needed him the most. Gepard will promise to spend more time with you and properly introduce you to the city he loves.

And he is a man of his word. It causes quite the uproar in the Silvermane Guards and with his family that Gepard, a man who didn’t seem to know what a break even was, took time off of work to be at home with you

[power-handmaiden]

Day 364: Not Pounded By The Absurd Amount Of Trailers Before This Movie Because I Showed Up Late To Avoid Them

I'll admit, I'm not a big movie-goer. I think I've been to the theater for a normal film screening only once early this year and once last year. So, I had to go look up discussion forums to see how much this increase in trailer length is really a thing... and I saw some people reporting sitting through over half an hour of trailers recently! While it's not the unreal amount of time people waited in this tingler, I still found it pretty shocking! I guess it really is a thing.

Even though I can't relate in terms of a movie theater experience, I do see something similar on the internet. Ads. So many ads. Eating up precious minutes we could be using for something more enjoyable or productive. Being asked to sit through a year of movie trailers is unrealistic on its face, sure, but I wonder... how much does that length of time compare to the total amount of time I've spent waiting for ads to run or fighting with screen-blocking pop ups? It's probably a lot closer than I'd like.

This tingler feels like it builds on the message of the one I read 2 days ago, "Pounded By My Gratitude For An Average Day Because The Incredible Rarity Of Existence Means Every Day Is So Much More Than Average". Both of them have a strong message of being intentional about how one's time is spent. This one leans a lot harder on the aspect of personal agency in shaping one's own experience. It's about recognizing and protecting that potential joy in the time we're all given, an empowering rejection of things that only exist to waste it.

[moonsglare]

do you think in sevchisara, arlecchin would teach sara to do more than glide with her wings? it would be such a cute dynamic maybe a way to show each other's vulernable side is showing each other's second from like sara's tengu form etc..

how do you think arlecchino would pamper sara?

YES !!!! i rotted over this in the early stages of sevchisara… in my mind prison arle, sara and i go to araumi where there are a bunch of peaks and (after clearing out the 10 billion ruin machines) arle begins her flight lessons w sara. the tiny little rock formations aren’t too high, so in an emergency sara could just glide the way she normally does. as they progress higher, arle keeps a closer watch and is always at the ready to catch her and ease her fall. i think they do run into some trouble because in her ‘regular’ form arle has one pair of wings, meanwhile sara has two pairs. arle has to tweak her teaching style a little, but she’s a good teacher and sara is an apt student, so they work it out in the end. the entire time my job is to sit and look pretty and be moral support with good job kisses at the ready. when sara finally starts to truly fly, it definitely becomes a small bonding activity between her and arle. the tengu people enjoy races, and i think sara would want to race arle just to see who’d be faster. arle’s never had a reason to indulge the use of her wings before, but she does just for sara’s enthusiasm. they probably also fly up to mountaintops or any tall, isolated place to just enjoy each other’s company in comfortable silence. aaaa i love my winged husbands……

as for pampering… definitely preening. since there’s two of us, arle can take one side while i take the other. arle is for sure a little more touchy about it, deliberately prodding at more sensitive areas just to revel in the flush that creeps up sara’s neck. but she takes great care in the act nonetheless, carefully picking pin feathers ready to be opened and avoiding the ones still developing. also, as a pyro user, arle has naturally warm hands. so i think she’d give pretty good shoulder massages, and archons know sara needs them after being hunched over reports for an unhealthy amount of time. arle would also use her pyro to corral sara into a nice, relaxing bath—sara probably has never indulged in a long bath because of the pressure of her job and father, or if she has, it probably wasn’t as relaxing as it was supposed to be. arle would lure her in with the premise of a quick bath and then keep her in the water and warm it up. she’d protest, but the warm water feels way too good for her sore muscles so she eventually caves and just sinks a little deeper. sara is horrendously touch starved so another thing like washing her hair for her would have her turn literally boneless. moreover, since arle has a leadership position as well, i think she’d be able to give some good pointers to sara, or maybe they’d help each other out. if there’s an issue they can’t quite cut in a way they’d like, a fresh set of eyes and a different perspective could help. also !!! cake !!! arle is french and i’m a believer in secret sweet tooth sara so arle would for suuuure buy some fontainian cakes for her petit corbeau…… she has a tiny, self satisfied smile that she hides behind her teacup when sara’s wings twitch in unrestrained enjoyment at the taste. ueueueuueue them ,,, i love them ,,, my darlings ,,,

[thisworldisablackhole]

End of the World and Hard-Boiled Wonderland, by Haruki Murakami (Jay Rubin translation) - 4/5

My first Murakami. Was not disappointed. I would consider this to be a peak comfort novel: flowy, colorful, fun—and not challenging in the slightest (which I am discovering is not always a bad thing). The reader is very much put in the passenger seat, and Murakami delivers on providing a vivid wonderland and a fun cast of characters to engage with. The way Murakami describes the world is so vivid, it doesn't even bother me that the larger political powers at play in this reimagining of Japan are portrayed as these overblown, cartoonish, shadow puppet-type caricatures. It's very much a "the big scary bad guys" versus "the good guys" type of deal, but it just works for the story, which ends up being far more ambiguous and interesting than you might expect. The tone is kept fairly light and comedic even when the action gets intense, but this doesn't stop the philosophical nature of the book from losing its impact. Our first-person narrator—the classic "likeable but slightly problematic aloof guy turned hero" who sort of stumbles into importance on accident—thankfully has a good sense of humour and a lot of insightful observations to express.

Yes, Murakami is a freak for writing in a semi-sexual relationship between the 35 year old protagonist and a 17 year old girl who is repeatedly referred to as just "the fat girl" throughout the book. I was unaware of this going in, and it did gross me out. Don't care whether it's legal or not. Unfortunately, this type of stuff is incredibly common in so many male authors of his age; trying to avoid it is like walking through a minefield with a blindfold on. It's a problem that plagues so many of the classics. For extra context, Japan has had one of the lowest ages of consent in the world until just 2023, when they finally raised it from 13 to 16, so I can't even imagine how normalized these types of relationships were in the 80s when this was written. The protagonist does show a surprising amount of restraint in not allowing the relationship to get too physical, but what does happen is already uncomfortable enough by any reasonable standard.

That in mind, this was still such a well-written story. I was hesitant about the parallel narratives at first, because an approach like this usually ends up with one narrative being far superior to the other, but Murakami kept things so consistently enjoyable between the two, and I loved the way the connections between the two worlds slowly become closer and closer throughout the book. I was always so happy to jump back and forth to check in on what was happening with each perspective, and the climax that really brought everything together was so good. Murakami does sort of hastily dump the plot on the reader in one conversation in a way that felt overly expository, but he followed it up with what I found to be a pretty surprising finale that made me cry like no other book has in a long time. Good book.

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 17

Time for the kids to go to bed. (again... but this time in their room)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17(you are here)

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16)

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The bedrooms the boys usually slept in were close to his chambers but not right next door. They were in the same hall, just further down and clustered together. They chose them like mildly rebellious teenagers who wanted to strike out on their own while only moving a block away. With them currently being so small, Nightmare didn’t want them even that far away. Besides, their rooms were far too much of a mess as well. (Except for Cross’ room, but that is beside the point.)

No, Nightmare wanted these younger versions of his boys closer to his room and in a cleaner space. Also, with how clingy they were towards each other, they would be best all together in one room versus separated in four different ones like normal.

So he picked a room right next to his. While Lyra got them washed up for the night, he got the room ready for them. Their favorite blankets he did fetch from their rooms with pictures or other items each boy seemed fond of. They might not remember these objects, but if those items bring any amount of comfort, then the effort is worth it. As he was doing this, it was starting to hit him.

Obviously, he knew and understood what happened, but all this time, he had been reacting to the situation. He did ponder it before… but as he was setting up a room for them, the realness of this was sinking further in. He sat on a chair he set near the bed to read from as he needed a moment to settle the complex feelings within him.

This evening had been nice. They ate dinner together, played a board game, and enjoyed each other's company. But the fact is that his boys were different. As enjoyable as this afternoon and evening were, he wanted the adults back. He even missed the chaos of them. He would know they were alright if they were their true selves again. Additionally, they would know who he was and not be wondering why they couldn’t go home.

(Except for Dust, that one could use being raised by him. A far better option than his actual childhood.)

But even the adult Dust he sorely missed.

“Here we are!” Said Lyra as she guided the boys into the room. They were all dressed for bed and looking around with wide, bright sockets.

“wow! we get to sleep here?!” Killer asked as he looked up at Lyra.

“Yes, you do! It is the room Mr. Night chose for you to sleep in. Was that nice of him?” She asked.

“yes!” Cross replied as he then ran in and over to the bed. 

It was a tall bed, so Nightmare had put a step stool for the children to use. Cross, though, being the adventurous child he is, decided to disregard the stool and try climbing up on his own. The heavy emotions Nightmare had been feeling were replaced by amusement as he watched the child struggle to climb up to the top.

“Do you want help, Cross?” Nightmare asked.

“mm, nah… i got… it,” Cross huffed as he finally squirmed and pulled his way up.

“oh! I wanna try!” Killer said as he started climbing.

Horror used the step stool and then helped Dust up as well. They sat on the bed, watching Killer struggle his way up and join Cross in laying on his back and catching his breath.

Breath finally caught, Cross sat up and smiled at Nightmare, “thank you, mr. night!”

“what… he said,” Killer wheezed.

Horror and Dust also said their thank yous, though Dust’s was more mumbled than anything. He picked up one of the books Lyra had previously bought and opened it. The story was very… simple… so was the wording. He frowned for a moment and then looked at the Toriel in question. “This is really meant for children?”

“Well… yes,” She replied, looking confused.

“There is nothing here to challenge the mind,” He stated with a frown.

“They are getting ready for bed, not school. You can read something to offer a challenge in the morning. For now, a simple story, with a simple moral, is best for sleeping,” She explained, and Nightmare had to admit that made sense. Still, he had been reading far more advanced books when he was just a little older than them.

“i wanna be challenged!” Killer protested.

“what kind of challenge?” Cross asked as he sat up. “is it a test of strength?”

“or speed?” Killer asked.

“It is a test to see,” Lyra started, but Nightmare could see the nervousness in Dust’s eyelights.

“Not a test,” Nightmare said quickly to cut off. “Also, no challenges tonight. What Lyra was saying is right. You four need sleep.”

“but i don’t wanna,” Killer huffed.

“Well, if you do not sleep, then you will not be able to do anything fun tomorrow,” Nightmare stated flatly.

“what?! why not?!” Killer then demanded, sitting up, “that’s mean! why won’t you let me do anything fun tomorrow just for not sleeping?”

“It will not be me not letting you. It will be you being too tired to do anything fun,” Nightmare replied. He then mused and set the book aside. “I think I have the perfect story for the night. It is one that actually happened, and I was there to see.”

“Did it happen last week?” Killer asked.

“Longer than that,” Nightmare replied.

“Last month?” Cross then asked, wanting to join in this game.

“Longer,” Nightmare answered.

Horror was now curious and spoke up, “two years ago?”

“Still longer,” Nightmare replied.

“how old are you, mr. night?” Dust asked quietly.

“I am both very old and not at the same time,” Nightmare answered, “Now, will you let me tell my story?”

“how can you be very old and not very old?” Killer asked.

“are you like the boss monsters? they stop aging unless they have kids.” Horror asked.

“We are like that, yes,” Lyra replied. She then smiled at Nightmare. “I will go clean up and let you tell your story.”

She left the room, and he stood and readjusted the blankets. As Nightmare tucked them each in, he started his story. “Settle in, comfy cozy, as they say. Now, once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a tiny sun and a tiny moon. They were brothers, and they got along very well, sharing what they had and protecting a great planet that was their mother.”

Killer gasped quietly and whispered, “i love space!”

“shhh,” Replied Horror.

“Now the sun was always bright and happy, and all the mortals that lived on their mother were happy to see him. They were so glad to see him that one day, this tiny sun asked if he could stay up with his brother, the moon, all night long. The moon wasn’t sure if that was wise and asked the sun if he would still be able to warm the planet the next day if he did that. Too excited to think about the consequences, the sun assured the moon he could. That night, the sun played all night with the moon, and the moon had so much fun playing with his brother, the sun.

“Then the morning came, and the sun was so tired that he fell asleep. Worried for his brother, the moon tried to help, but his light wasn’t as strong as the sun’s. The mortals became cold, and that made them angry.”

“Moon!” Nightmare snapped in a more gruff voice. “Where is Sun? We need him, not you!”

The next voice he did was more youthful, and he felt odd hearing it. Still, he continued, as the children seemed happy, “I am sorry, cried Moon. I am trying my best, but my brother is tired and needs to sleep. I will help you the best I can.”

“It is your fault! You tricked him into being active at night when we need to sleep. Now, when we need his light and warmth, we are in the dark and cold! The mortals yelled at the small moon. They continued to insult and threaten the moon until he ran and hid. Soon, the sun woke, and he saw his brother was gone.”

“Sun! The mortal called, We have chased off the wicked moon who dared to steal your place.”

“This surprised the sun, and he then ran. The mortals yelled after the sun as they were left in darkness without Sun providing his light. They did not even have the tiny moon there to give his light. Still, that did not matter to Sun as he wanted to find his brother, Moon. So, he left the mortals in their darkness.

“He searched and searched, finding the small moon eventually by a stream of stardust. He apologized to the moon for breaking his promise and said that he would do his best to complete his duties so the mortals would never talk to him like that ever again.”

“did the moon forgive him?” Killer asked.

“Yes, he did,” Nightmare answered.

“the mortals should have apologized!” Cross frowned and folded his arms.

“what are mortals anyway?” Killer asked.

“i don’t know what they are either,” Cross frowned.

“None of you know what mortals are?” Nightmare asked. And all but one shook their heads. “Dust?”

“they… are any creature that can grow old and die…,” Dust said softly.

“That is correct. Humans and monsters are all mortals,” Nightmare praised.

“are there things that don’t?” Killer asked, looking at Dust.

“immortal is the word for a thing that doesn’t grow old and die,” Dust answered.

“Well done,” Nightmare nodded.

“are you in-mortal?” Cross asked Nightmare.

Killer then gasped and sat up, “is that how you’re old and not old?”

“It is pronounced immortal, but yes,” Nightmare said before he had Killer lie back to tuck him in again. “Now, we can discuss this more in the morning. Good night.”

He reached over to turn off the light when Killer whined, “don’t we get a kiss goodnight?”

“A what?” Nightmare frowned as he looked at Killer.

“dad always gives me a kiss on the head right here,” Killer pointed at a spot in the middle of his forehead. “i can’t go to sleep without it.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You did last night,” Nightmare corrected.

“that was a slumber party, that’s different,” Killer whined.

“Is this not also, in a way, a ‘slumber party?’” Nightmare frowned.

“nuh-uh! this is different,” Killer frowned and folded his arms.

“slumber parties have games, and you stay up late and watch movies and stuff,” Cross explained.

“this is ‘mommy and daddy wanna do fun stuff without the kids, so we have to go to bed when they want,’” Killer huffed, and Horror snorted back a laugh.

“what?! what kinda fun stuff do they do?” Cross said while looking shocked at the idea that what Killer said could be true.

“stuff that isn’t even fun, like kissing,” Killer complained.

“If kissing is an issue, why are you asking for one?” Nightmare inquired.

“it’s diiiiiifferent!” Killer threw his arms up as he spoke with an exasperated tone. As annoying as this was, Nightmare could not help but find amusement. “i want a bedtime kiss. adult do gross mouth kissing!” Killer frowned and glared at the ceiling as he folded his arms again.

“ewww, do they brush their teeth first?” Cross asked.

“i don’t think they do since they just kiss each other on the lips. or teeth for skeletons or non-lip monsters,” Horror added.

“nuh-uh! i saw some kissing before, and they were opening their mouths and-” Killer started.

“That is enough,” Nightmare interjected as this was getting out of hand. He highly doubted he would hear the end of this if he didn’t surrender to Killer’s demands. “Here,” he said as he bent over and kissed Kill’s forehead. Then he did the same for Cross, Horror, and Dust. “Now, go to sleep.”

“thank you, and good night, mr. night!” Killer said with a big smile before rolling to his side and closing his sockets. The others added their own thank yous and settled into bed to sleep. Nightmare turned off the light and then turned to leave. The cartoon-style dragon night light illuminated the way, even though he didn’t need it to see.

He stepped out into the hall, noticing Lyra was standing nearby as he closed the door most of the way. She leaned closer to him and said softly, “I thought I was going to have to save you.”

“You already have,” He smiled at her. “Thank you”

“I will ask you one more time. Are you sure?” She asked as she looked at him calmly. “My room is just right over there. The very room you gave me so I would feel more welcomed here. I can stay… I will stay however long you need me.”

He looked away, thinking about that. If there was no cure? What then? She would be stuck being the mother of his sons… his henchmen who would truly be his sons. No. He knows Toriel’s are motherly, but he highly doubted the boys sleeping in the room behind him were the type of children she would want to be the mother of. If he lets her stay, she will accept that fate… just as she has allowed him to cling to her.

“Lyra, I will call you when I need help, I guarantee that. But let me at least try,” He said.

She hummed softly and nodded, “Alright, I understand. They are your boys.”

Lyra then did something he did not expect as she placed her hand on his face, along his left jawline. She directed his head to tilt up as she leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. “Good night, Moonbeam.”

He blinked at her as she pulled away and gave him a mischievous smile. All the while, his mind struggled to get caught up with the act that just occurred. It took longer than it should have to register that she kissed him good night.

Not once in his long life had he ever been kissed goodnight before. And now…

Her portal was open, and she was walking towards it. His mind snapped out of its daze just in time for Nightmare to say, “Good night, Lyra.” She gave him another smile before walking through and leaving his castle.

…

Nightmare should go to his office, where he stashed the dating advice books. He was not as ready for that as he should have been. It was such a… soft and platonic kiss that it should not have startled him. Leaning against the castle wall, he sighed… it was likely just him being tired and honestly not used to acts of affection beyond initiating hugs with others.

He needed sleep… and while the boys were asleep, he should sleep too.

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[bookish-karina]

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Walking downtown with Jace became a normal thing whenever we had a day off. It seemed like no matter how much energy he expended the night before on stage, he was up and ready to go usually by nine in the morning. I'd admire him for his stamina if it didn't mean waking me up early and then walking all damn day. It may be enjoyable while it's happening, but damn do I hurt the next day.

No amount of time on tour will change the fact that I’m so out of shape it’s not funny.

Which leads us to the reason why I’m struggling not to sound like I’m dying at the sheer amount of stairs he has me climbing right now.

“How can you be this energetic?” I pant, three steps behind. I can tell he’s trying not to leave me behind, which only adds to my embarrassment.

He turns to meet my eyes, a sheepish grin on his face. “I think the better question is, how are you not? We’re in New York City, baby! I perform at Madison Square tomorrow!”

No matter how tired I am, I can’t help but smile at the pure excitement coating his voice.

“Yeah, I guess that is pretty awesome.”

“Awesome? It’s amazing.” The sheer amount of joy in his laugh makes me want to bottle it up to save for a rainy day. He’s so happy it warms my insides and I can’t help but want to one day make him laugh like that.

I don’t realize I’ve stopped until he walks the few steps down to me and says, “we can sit for a while.”

“You sure? If you want to keep moving we can,” I wipe away the sweat coating my temple.

“Nah, we don’t have to be anywhere any time soon.” He plops down on the step.

I join him, involuntarily groaning as my legs give out. “I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

I lean my head against his right shoulder and he moves closer, wrapping an arm around my back. A comfortable silence settles over us as we sit on the concrete steps, watching people walk by in either direction, not paying us any mind. Everybody’s in their own world here.

Jace seems content to not say anything, so I don’t risk breaking the moment. His thumb rubs idle circles against the side of my leg and I can’t help but feel like I could stay like this forever. Everything feels so natural between us.

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