#never felt so desperate for open ending more when knowing we won’t get anything

[hexxter]

Random shit go

My player lore cause we won’t get anything from missing link 💔

No background research for anything I just drop my pure daydreaming to music moments of lore here so it’s might not make sense too.

First, I finally gonna name them (avoided that cause didn’t want to take them as my oc till we get more lore)

Nuru, a name I found while looking for gender neutral names. Liked how it looks and funny enough the name means “light”.

Union x lore

They have the same lore from kingdom hearts union cross, but background different (player have no background 💔)

All the kids in daybreak gotta come from somewhere. Maybe parents never shown just for the sake of mystery. Won’t be investing in solving that tho but my player and ocs comes from other places.

Nuru started as a blue bird that lived in enchanted dominion. But since its was back then before world got separated I like to see these worlds as kingdoms. Nuru got used as experimental object in another kingdom that explored hearts, their memories fusion with a human child body who missed their heart and kinda pretty much dead depends on how death works in kingdom hearts. Happened to be found by few kids from daybreak town after darkness attacked on the experimental place (cause fuck around and find out with hearts) and got adopted to their party.

Same lore as the game but more depths and details on party members and more hangouts with Ephemer before the series lore gets in. Some exploration on body dysmorphia cause bro stuck in a weird ass body and not a bird.

Keyblade war incoming and Dark Chirithy. Nightmare is so confusing, and missing link is not coming so gotta make my own lore for them too. Thats damn gonna be our chirithy who went “Sora” and time travel to try save us from the keyblade war. But lost their way to darkness immediately cause the trauma from the keyblade war was strong. They would do the same things as Nightmare believing thats the best way to help (and it kinda was? Player did survive in the war in the end lol). If it wasn’t them it would be another nightmare that somehow will show up? But the possibilities for that could be low, cause usually all Chirithy are dead with their keyblade when falling for darkness. So or time travel or the Master of masters planting Nightmare for his plan.

In the keyblade war, all of Nuru’s party members, their family, get killed. They didn’t even fall for darkness, they just wanted to protect each other. Nuru got some extra keyblades after that.

Same lore after the keyblade war but Nuru get flashbacks on daily basis and have no idea why and why their whole party have left them behind. Holding on to not crash out when the union leaders gang talks about glitches and the keyboard war like it did happened. Before Ephemer and Nuru goes to their separate ways in the Game Central station, they both trade a small piece of their hearts to stay connected and not get lost there permanently without a backup to get out. So later when Ephemer goes back to daybreak town when he mentioned their hearts connected he means it literally.

Going to the 4 darkness battle. With their hearts connection Ephemer didn’t feel like Nuru was actually under darkness control. But their emotions and attacks were so real. Its Nuru using their anger on their memories being tempered with, and the feeling they got of being an experience subject all these years ago. They do play as darkness with the same motivation of wanting Skuld and Ephemer to be the one going and being saved. But the grudge for the memories thing gives them the boost to do the hard thing and actually attack Ephemer and Skuld all the way through.

They also getting Nightmare’s backup for darkness effect, cause Dark Chirithy was still following them around, but more in secret.

Eventually, I don’t see Player/Nuru as actually dying. Cause we didn’t get much (to literally zero information) on how bro can just reincarnate and be already a kid and not a baby. Maybe some missed lore behind that too, but kingdom hearts have way too many ways to die and still survive anyway. Nuru fall to darkness, with all the four darkness sealed in them.

Missing Link lore

Nuru might be going crazy, with 4 darkness in them trying to get out, A Dark Chirithy that only complains a lot and threatening to eat Nuru (I don’t think they can do that…) and their best friend Chirithy who worries a lot. But somehow they survive. Nuru uses their friends keyblades to fight all type of darkness. The sacrifice of their friends being a protection more than their own keyblade would give them. With time, the four darkness became one, another side of Nuru that represents their trauma that sometimes talks to them while Nuru lost their mind and memories have been long gone, have no idea what that thing in their heart yapping about. After a while, the darkness also forgets and becomes quiet. Both Chirithy haven’t shown up in a while. While Ephemer’s piece of heart being their only light. They wouldn’t even remember what is that. But feel that it is important. Nuru finally ended up in End of Sea, but they wouldn’t remember how, cause just walking on autopilot. They get washed up to the beach in Scala ad Caelum.

So here its some little of lore we got from the beta test. It would be the same cause its was pretty cute, Player getting adopted by new people. But without the whole lore and mechanics of diving to the real world Pokemon go thing. Have no idea how that works.

Nuru will do some easy missions and get headaches whenever they see Ephemer statue and so on. The destined day finally arrives and Nuru meets Brain. Brain calls Nuru by their name, surprised. Nuru faints from headaches. When waking up they won’t remember much yet, but some important information like the fact they have darkness sealed in them, feeling like a danger to others. Brain jokes about asking Nept to borrow Nuru for a while. Neptune warns him that Nuru better not be a subject for a research. Nuru asks what research could that be. Brain shares with Nept that Player/Nuru comes from the same place as he, and so he need to do check ups to not get the higher up people into it. He also mentions that his research team have been keeping up on signals from the dark realm and they finally knows what was coming from there. At least a crisis is avoided cause its just Nuru.

They talk some time and Brain checks Nuru’s heart, seeing that the darkness they worried about is now part of Nuru’s heart and not a separate being. But they could get triggered to wake up and be a thing again if Nuru gets their memories back. Brain also mentioned there is another light that sits in their heart and its very small, surprised how it could stay and exist for that long. Brain asks how much they remember about the end of data daybreak town. Nuru shares that everyone they knew have turned into dream eaters. Brain is surprised a bit, as the book never mentioned that the dream eaters would be kids who fall a sleep. Nuru tries to call their Chirithy but they won’t show up. Nuru decides to risk it and ask Brain to tell them everything he can about their past. Brain says they should do that in another world to not risk Scala. But it will take some time to get approval for that.

They will figure things out and more crash outs and memories and trauma and its gonna be fun! Also exploring Ephemer’s old house and meeting his blood line family and weird stuff cause oh yeah he is dead and have a family... Finding out he faked up a prophecy in his family about his friends just in case someone will end up in Scala, to have some extra protection to their safety (don’t harm them or yall doomed type of prophecy lol) So thats gonna be fun with them now. Thats why its was so awkward with Freya? Lots of politics stuff inspired by khml fanfics bless yall but I can’t make things up so heavy lore of the societies and families in the background i guess…

Gonna ignore the missing link background lore cause I really hoped missing link would give that and again can’t make up complicated stuff. My buddy and Brain gonna focus more on the sleeping dandelions. Nuru is kinda unhinged from some of the memories coming back and experimenting on themselves with connecting to the sleep realm. Some of their tries would he very close to death cause they are similar states. Brain tries to find other solutions but keeps up with Nuru and take notes. Nuru is able to go to the sleep realm, but their stay time is usually for a minute or two, they are not stable enough for that connection yet. Freya suggests them to try take it easier, like meditation. They try that and actually get to stay longer in the sleep realm, and reunite with their two Chirithy there! Thats where they went hiding to. They guide Nuru to meet the dream eaters that were their friends cause I guess Chirithy can sense hearts or something. Nuru really went through everything and was into the self experiment thing cause the trauma but meeting Chirithy again snapped Nuru back and with Nightmare they acted like disappointed parents to Nuru lol. At some point Nuru decided to use the Ephemer heart piece to grow from it a new heart. To give another chance for Ephemer. It didn’t really work out cause no body as a vessel but Ephemer ghost is real now and gonna hunt Nuru forever. They didn’t update Brain on that tho.

Some more research and lore and details whatever Ephmer ghost in the background lore dump them but they figure out it’s won’t be that easy to wake anyone up. Brain suggests that its anyway would be better to first find destiny island so all their friends will have a safe place to wake up to. They also figured out that the answer to wake up dandelions would be in the future. Nuru plans to leave and go back to walk in the dark realm for that. So that happens and meanwhile the background story that would be a reason for baby Xehanort taken away from his mother. Nuru splits themselves to two, their heart stays with Xehanort to be his guardian and literally only he can see them and their original body with ghost Ephemer walks down the dark road to the dark realm (thats gonna be funny later cause Xehanort will split himself and walk the dark road, like guardian, like son).

Its makes so much no sense and how tf Player/Nuru survives that? No reason but plot armor and cause I can. If we get no lore I get it my own way with my over powered main character that doesn’t have canon face. They 100% the ruler of the dark realm and can beat anyone up. Extra points their body went through experiments so they far from the normal human limits :D

So when the time for Nuru to leave Xehanort its looks like they died but they just went back to their body self or whatever.

Meanwhile idk whatever going on with Blain, but he was confirmed missing and not dead so I bet he found his own way for the future (cough Luxu).

Post KH3 era(?)

Gonna ignore all what happened with Sora disappearing cause KH4 might not be coming at this point as well. Everyone are happy. Lauriam and Elrena are back and telling embarrassing stories about Ventus. Luxu is a good guy didn’t summon any of the foretellers and brought back Subject X from wherever he was hiding her. Booo MOM plan we ain’t gonna bother with that. That damn box gonna have data daybreak town or Brain himself in it. Brain somehow is back and suggests to do the same thing everyone did with the nobody kids to get a new bodies for all the sleeping dandelions. And also Ephemer, but thats after Player/Nuru will back. And bonding time with amnesia Skuld but nothing gets her memories up. With Ventus brain didn’t try cause Terra talked about how Ventus crashed out from pain when they first met. Brain shows a device that will help fiah Nuru back from the dark realm (the same old thing from Scala that could keep up with what walking around the dark realm). Nuru is back! Yayy Ephemer ghost merged with the other Ephemer ghost from the keyblade graveyard and they also do that time travel heart magic thing and now Ephemer is back too. Yay reunion! Trauma talking and bonding and the age of fairytale gang acting like everyones grandparents for the jokes of it.

Anyway So the key to bring wake up the dandelions is some that power of friendship type of magic + connecting with hearts like how Sora and Xehanort (and rip Baldr) can do. Nuru already did too much so Sora gonna get the honors, he is anyway besties with most of them. And Riku being a dream eater also helps a lot. While doing the big spell that spots the hearts and wake them up they discovered a felt a resonance with other hearts far away (hello is the Quadratum). And they will chose to go and explore it but thats not Nuru’s story anymore (they are gonna bring back Strelitzia tho). Dandelions are back and gotta get them back into society and being alive so that will take more of Nuru priorities. Nuru can get all nostalgic about their old party helping them to recover and socialize again and kinda heal a little bit with that.

Not bringing back that other Xehanort tho cause he just need a normal life let him stay there.

Ending words

So yeah thats most of it. I promise its better in my head when I listen to edits audios and Player goes around kicks ass and solving mysteries in Scala while having Ephemer as a ghost friend but the details are too much details I never really made anything strongly built up and its just ideas.

If anyone read it all bless yall and totally give me more solid and build up ideas to complete anything if you have any ☺️🙏🏻

Gonna work more in details about the union cross life with their party and make the party ocs cause its easier for me to work with lore that already exists. While we know not much about missing link so I don’t wanna dive in too much in things I don’t know and not feeling comfortable enough to make shit up.

This took me an hour to write I think 😭

Have a good time coping with Missing link gone everyone…

[darnell-la]

FRIENDS & CUFFS

summary: y/n has only been curious about Eddie’s handcuffs after they began dating. she wondered why he never used them on her, and at first, long told her she didn’t know anything about that life. she soon found out that Eddie had a lot to teach her.

warnings: quick friends to lovers storyline, making out, fem receiving oral from male, reader weakens after orgasm, slight innocent reader, drug dealer Eddie (not really mentioned), rough sex, bondage (Eddie’s handcuffs/chains), missionary, doggy, no protection, crying, whining, a lot of male noises, pet names, chocking, etc.

note: we haven’t done an Eddie Munson fan fiction in a while. we still love him, so, there will be more. more stranger things in general. you see what I did there? — nevermind.

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Steve nearly asked Eddie every day since he graduated, when he was going to make a move on y/n. He hated watching the two drink and get close, yet never make a move.

When people would ask them if they were together, or assume, anyone could tell they the nervousness entered the room.

Not too long ago, y/n and Eddie finally made a move. It seemed so perfect how they both leaned in to feel each other’s lips.

“I think we should stop — You’re drunk, and it’s getting late,” Eddie whispered after y/n stopped fake fighting on top of him. “What if I won’t want to sleep just yet?” Y/n asked, a bit shy, but the alcohol in her body, helped her gain confidence.

“You’re drinks, princess, and I’m not. I don’t want you to regret this, and mess our friendship up,” Eddie said, really wanting to taste her, but she was afraid of showing what he’s been wanting to do with her.

“A kiss could never ruin our friendship, Eddie,” y/n said, slightly sounding desperate as her eyes could barely stay open. “Wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n,” Eddie admitted.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at what her best friend said. She thought she was the only one who wanted to experiment with him. She felt nasty, but now, she felt loose.

The two both crashed on each other’s lips, making g out rough but passionate. None of them have kissed like this before. They would’ve never mixed their saliva like this with anyone, but because it’s them, they wanted to do much more.

The night ended with y/n halfway passed out, and Eddie’s face resting on y/n’s thigh, dripping juice from y/n’s throbbing heat. “So good for me — I wanna get used to this,”

Now, the two are dating, happier than ever, but y/n has been curious lately. She didn’t pay much attention when they were just friends, but now that they’re dating, she thought about Eddie’s handcuffs.

Most partners would be jealous, but y/n? She was curious. She thought to herself plenty of times how he would use them on her, and why he hadn’t done it yet. They’ve only been sexual for a short time, but if he were kinky like that, why wouldn’t he mention it?

“You good, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after turning to his girlfriend who seemed to be daydreaming. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” y/n said, not knowing if she should bring this up as a conversation so soon her their relationship.

“What is it? What were you thinking about?” The metalhead asked as he leaned back on his bed, taking his eyes off the weed he was pre-rolling for his rich customers who couldn’t do it on their own.

“So, uh — I noticed the handcuffs, and I was curious,” y/n said as she stared at the cuffs that were basically chains, dangling from a hook in his wall. She knew that had to be for something sexual.

“Hey, y/n, look — I swear on my uncle, I’ve never used them in anyone, and never planned to. I just liked the thought of them near me. I’ve even thought about you in them,” Eddie spoke quietly, a bit embarrassed by his truth.

“Oh, wait, I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just was curious on why you didn’t use them on me yet,” y/n said, making Eddie's eyes widen. For the longest, he had thought y/n was innocent, and she was. She was just open-minded when it came to her boyfriend.

“You’re not ready for that, princess,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Why not?” Y/n asked, a bit offended as she crossed her arms. “Being restrained means you can’t do anything. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in something like that, knowing you’d wanna get out,”

“What do you mean, want to get out? I can take it,” y/n said, only making the man laugh. “You can’t even take me slow in doggy. What makes you think you can take me deep up front with your pretty hands cuffed?”

Eddie shifted in the bed to cup y/n’s chin, slightly teasing her because they both knew she wasn’t a taker. Especially with his length.

“I-I can take it — It’s not even that bad,” y/n said, making Eddie throw himself back onto his bed with a loud laugh, knowing his uncle wasn’t home to tell him to shut the hell up.

“What!? You’re mean as fuck, you know?” Y/n said as she kept her arms crossed. “Oh, really, baby? I’m sorry, it’s just — You’re a comedian,” Eddie kept laughing, only making y/n roll her eyes.

“C’mon, I’m just pullin’ your tit, baby,” Eddie leaned up to hug y/n, but she moved away. “Babe, don’t start this. I was just kidding,” Eddie tried hugging y/n again, but this time she pushed him away. Of course, not too hard. She was just being dramatic.

“And, that’s why we can’t do what you wanna do. You can’t even handle being picked on a little bit,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s shoulder lightly, slightly feeling bad for what he did.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine,” y/n said, making y/n sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Fine — We can use em, but ion wanna hear none of that cryin', okay?” Eddie jumped off of the bed to get his handcuffs that had dust all over them.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit excited, but knowing she wouldn’t be too excited soon. “Ah huh, but only one rule,” Eddie said with a smirk as he untangled the chains. “Yeah?” Y/n innocently asked, not knowing how quick of a turn this would take.

“The only thing stopping me, is our safe word,” before y/n could agree with a smile, Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her quest roughly to cuff them as quick as possible.

“Hey,” y/n said with an eye roll, not knowing he’d get in the mood this fast. “Not a word from you, princess. Let’s see how good you think you can take it,” Eddie said as he placed the chains where they needed to be.

Seeing y/n in this sight, made him harder than he thought he could get. She was always beautiful, but seeing her innocent body slightly retrained, knowing she was actually ready for what was coming, made him want to burst then and there.

“Always thought about tying you up at school. I was a little perv-nerd when it came to you, princess. You always looked and smelled so good — Had to keep myself from throwing you in my van with your hands and legs tied,”

Eddie was in an emotion he couldn’t control. He was either not sure about putting his pretty girl through this, or he was getting too dark to the point he would black out and not remember anything he’d do to her tonight.

“Pretties thighs — Pretties body — Pretties fucking face,” Eddie slightly growled as he gripped y/n’s face. The younger girl whined with huge eyes, feeling her heat get wet.

“I know, baby — Hearts probably rising. Maybe a hint of fear, knowing you can’t get loose — Don’t worry. You know, I’ll take good care of you,”

Eddie quickly began tugging on y/n’s clothes until parts of her showed more than before. She had already had her night dress in, so exposing her bra-covered breast was easy.

“You sure you want this y/n because, fuck — I won’t be able to stop myself,” Eddie warned as he climbed on top of y/n, pulling her dress up as she slightly moved at his cold hands grazing her skin.

“U-Use me — Please,” y/n stuttered, not knowing if she should’ve said it. “What’s the safe word?” Eddie asked in a stern tone. “Red,” y/n said, feeling her heart raise. This was actually happening, and she only had to question him once.

“Good girl,” Eddie grunted as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. “And, that’s the only thing I wanna hear from you tonight,” Eddie said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.

“I-I’ll try,” y/n spoke, making Eddie shake his head with a chuckle. “You’re always doing a terrible job. Just means I’ll have to start off rough,” before anything, Eddie doubly pushed through y/n’s walls, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Yeah? You feel that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? I told you doggy would be the only position you could truly handle — This is next level,” Eddie couldn’t stop but grin down at the struggles woman.

“S-So much,” y/n whined low, only making Eddie shush her. “Nah uh, what did I say? Didn’t I say to keep that pretty mouth closed? Hm? — You’re the one who wanted this, so accept the journey,”

Eddie grabbed both sides of y/n’s waist before pushing down onto the mattress. Y/n knew he was positioning himself to fuck her rough. He’s never gone too rough, but she asked for it tonight.

“Hush it up, princess — You wanted it,” Eddie continued saying as he pounded down into y/n, going the deepest he could get at the start of his session. After being handcuffed, there would be no room for taking it slow.

“E-Eddie,” y/n cried out as she pulled one of her restraints. At times, she’d forget that she wouldn’t be able to get out. “Wanna break free? Keep trying, princess — Makes this so much hotter,” Eddie growled with a smile, looking down at the way y/n pulled on the chains.

“This is the tightest you’ve ever been — The way you’re soaking around me, only makes me closer,” Eddie felt himself twitch. He didn’t want to cum this quick, but it didn’t matter. He’s always been able to keep going.

“Eddie- Eddie, you — The condoms. You forgot the condoms,” y/n took forever to say what she was trying to say. “Oh, really? Guess that’s your luck, hm?” Eddie leaned in front of y/n’s face.

Deep down, Eddie felt bad for slipping into her without protection. He had completely forgotten, but he didn’t want to get out of character. He had to somehow make sure y/n was 100% with what was going on.

“Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me. Tell me!” Eddie slightly yelled as he snapped his hips, wanting to keep his work going. He could feel the way she fluttered around him. She was so close.

“Too much, Eds — I’m gonna cum,” y/n made the mistake of telling him how close she was. “And, you want me to stop? When you’re so close? C’mon,” Eddie leaned into y/n’s ear so she could hear his groans better.

The room was filled with wet slaps, whining, growling, and a bunch is cuss words from Eddie. He couldn’t keep himself together. This situation was too much for him. He was going to explode.

“E-Eddie, slow down — Please,” y/n tried begging the man, but he wouldn’t listen. Why would he? She hadn’t used the safe word yet. “Want me to slow down?” Eddie asked as he leaned up.

“Yes, yes,” y/n huffed, surprised he actually slowed down. She had thought he got soft, but little did she know, he was just getting a short break. “Want me to be nicer? Take it easy on you?” He asked as he softly placed his hands around her neck.

“Please-“ y/n was cut off by the grip of his hands. “Then you asked the wrong one to chain you up, sweetheart,” Eddie spat before he began slamming into her, making the young lady cry out instantly.

“E-Eds! C-Can’t anymore — I can’t!” Y/n kicked and arched her back, trying to control herself, but her cunt continued to squeeze around Eddie, only assuring him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Using her.

“That’s it — Keep struggling — You’re going nowhere, and this isn’t even the beginning — I have so many loads I’ve been wanting to empty into you,” Eddie tightened his grip a bit more to hear her struggle for air.

For a second, Eddie thought he might have been going too far tonight. Quickly handcuffing her, saying mean things, pinning her down, and fucking get rougher than he’s ever done.

The only thing that helped him was her words. She never once came close to the word red. She would’ve said it by now, and she would never come to him later and say she was uncomfortable. Y/n wasn’t like that.

That’s how Eddie knew y/n probably enjoyed this more than him. She loved faking that she needed him to stop. He even saw a small pour from her when he slowed down a few minutes ago.

“C-Cumming — Cunming,” y/n’s body stiffened before she shook. “That’s it- That’s it — Fucking take it,” the older man growled as he pounded her, wanting her juice to splash anywhere it could.

“Ian stoppin’ either, baby — Told you to keep that fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” Eddie asked, but y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes were landing everywhere but on him. She felt out of it already.

“Didn’t I!?” The man shouted as he shook y/n by her neck to catch her attention. “S-Sorry,” tears streamed from her eyes, upset at herself for not taking it like she swore she could.

Right as Eddie went to assure her that she was fine, she spoke, shocking him.

“I-I’ll be good, I promise. Please cum in me. D-Don’t pull out and punish me,” she cried. “I’ll do anything, Eds, just- Please, use me,”

“Jesus’s H. Christ,” Eddie huffed as he pulled out. He quickly turned his girlfriend around, knowing the chains were long enough for her to be comfortable. He took no time to push back in her, roughly, with a warning.

Y/n wanted to speak out loud to thank him, he she kept quiet. She wanted to be good like she promised.

“You’re just a slut, y/n — A dirty fucking slut, and I knew it from how you dressed at parties — You always got drunk before you sat on my lap, facing me- Dragging that pretty pussy across my clothes cock — Swore you even stained my jeans, once,”

Y/n whined, happy that he noticed his much she wanted him before they got together. Yeah, a bit of embarrassment was felt, but the thought of being caught was what made her close to another orgasm.

“You’re in for a ride with me, princess. Especially after I coat these walls,”

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ perv!bsf!rafe & his infatuation for his best friend.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. blurb, not fanfic. rafe being a pervert, mentions of t*pper and k*lce, descriptive scenes of smut & fantasies, naive reader

cherie's note — the things i would do... omg. <3

everyone else had already caught on to the way rafe felt about you, i mean, anybody with eyes could see it. your pervy best friend rafe had grown quite an obsession with you for nearly a year now. poor stupid girl, of course you hadn’t caught onto the fact he had eyes for you. nobody else’d say it out loud though, scared rafe’d smash their face in for even bringing it up.

naturally, he wasn’t good with his emotions — with vulnerability. we all know this, that man has some serious temper problems, not even mentioning the obvious daddy issues at play either. but it was different with you. he’d known you so long that it just came natural.

i mean, god. it’s like you two were already dating, the way he’d be there for each of your demands, buying you anything you wanted, and going out of his way for you. the bottom of his stomach twisted each time someone’d bring up the rumour about you two dating — and he definitely wouldn’t shut it down either, claiming he ‘didn’t know’ when you’d ask him about it — too naive and manipulated to question the severity of the truth behind his shrugged off lie, of course. why would your best friend lie to you?

he’d absolutely lose his shit when he finds out you were still a virgin. drunkenly confessed one night after the both of you had managed to drink an entire bottle from his father’s wine collection, it had opened up a whole new world of never ending fantasies for him, wondering how it was even possible you were still completely innocent and practically untainted.

and with that confession, came the thoughts. rafe’d thought nearly hundreds of times about how he’d absolutely love to be the one to wreck that tight virgin pussy — i mean, you practically owed it to him at this point. without his help, you’d probably still not have had your first kiss. it was on his mind for an entire week straight after you’d told him, finding himself pumping his fat cock within his palm, imagining how it’d feel if it was your wet cunt instead of his hand. it was definitely wrong of him, you were his best friend after all, but that definitely didn’t stop the thoughts from reoccurring.

poor guy wants to fuck you so badly. he’d have to conceal the bulge within his pants any time he’d be around you, thoughts of bending you over and having you drip onto his cock swirling within his troubled mind instantly. he’d do anything, just to feel the soft skin of your ass as you needingly grinded against him.

getting you high was his favourite thing ever — the way you’d practically spew out confessions about how you’d never properly made yourself cum, and about all the things you desperately wanted to try. he’d memorized it all (and definitely jerked off over it a few times but we won’t mention that) he wanted to be the one to take care of you, have your body trembling after ripping three or four orgasms out of your poor pussy, he could only imagine the sweet sounds that’d escape your mouth each time his fingers’d skim against your g-spot, jeez.

ward adored you. you’d come from a good family, and he knew how good of a person you were, especially when it came to rafe. ‘better make a move on her before someone else does’ he’d tell his son, and rafe knew he was right too. you’d be the perfect girlfriend for him, and an even better wife. he’d love nothing more than to fill your sweet cunt full of his fertile seed, impregnating you with his baby. you’d look so cute, all swollen and round after he’d bred you. he needed to have you.

he’d scare off any guy that approached you, making it known you were off limits, and he was willing to do ungodly things in order to have you stay single for him. it’d break his heart, otherwise. he was your best friend, and he was protecting you, right? pretty baby couldn’t handle it all by herself, he thought.

god, he was so whipped. sometimes he’d catch himself doing shit he’d normally never do for anyone, ultimately reminding himself it was for you, and continuing. that man would do anything just to see you smile. he loved you — he was obsessed with you, truly. topper and kelce rolled their eyes even at the simple mention of your name leaving his lips. he didn’t know what he was going to do with himself, that was for sure.

[rueclfer]

not a lot, just forever // oneshot part three

a/n: the last of the bday oneshots for my favorite trio <3 this one hit a little different for me and i think its because i've never written post war canon-adjacent shigs before so this was really healing <3 happy birthday tomutomu i love you foreverrr

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

it’s still so frustratingly embarrassing for tomura; the glances glazing over him by the passersby, being present, taking up space, all of it. despite all of the time that had passed and the constant work in therapy and counseling, nothing was harder than existing.

“i want to go inside,” tomura mutters, his gloved fingers tapping against his outstretched legs. 

it was a bit humid, and the sun was beating down on the two of you, but you knew tomura was itching for a hoodie to hide under. he desperately wanted to be invisible.

“this is nice though, isn’t it?” you sigh in content, leaning your head back and letting the sunlight engulf your face. “i don’t remember the last time i was able to sit in a park like this.”

“it feels too open.”

“does it feel too open or are you just too used to being trapped?” you squint your eyes open, slightly peering over at him next to you on the bench.

he scoffs and kicks your foot with his. you catch the end of his eye roll and take it as an opportunity to scoot in closer, letting your thighs graze together.

“sorry,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder. “i know it’s hard.”

hard wasn’t the word tomura would use to describe his recovery process. he felt lost- as if he had been dumped in the middle of the desert with no sense of direction, and the worst of it all was that it was lonely.

spinner had written his book. dabi was in his family’s care. toga was off in quirk counseling. you were rapidly progressing. he was nothing.

“what do i do now?” he whispers back to you- something that you two often did for a private moment when you caught each other in the hallways of the rehabilitation center.

“we,” you emphasize, looping your arm in tomura’s, “are free to do whatever we want.”

“we…” he slowly repeats, “you know, you don’t have to stick with me anymore,” he half heartedly chuckles, “you can do whatever you want now that we’ve graduated from this bullshit.”

you think back on those late nights at the hideout when you two would be the only ones up. you'd be sitting at the bar, knees to knees, closely leaning into one another, talking in hushed tones, and exchanging light touches as you pass an energy drink back and forth.

you remember those times fondly where you could pretend to be anyone else, but there was always that looming dread in the back of your head during those days.

this won’t last forever.

i can’t get too attached.

i’ll love you for as long as i can.

here you were now, side by side as things turned out wildly different from what you expected- that the next time you’d see tomura would be in the afterlife.

you’ve spent too long shutting down any thought of the future that envisioning it now leads to a scribbled mass of grey in your mind. you couldn’t visualize it. no plan. no expectancies. nothing. you had nothing to be sure of except for the fact that you and tomura were here and alive.

where else would you want to be?

you don’t say anything except for a hm that you breathed out.

tomura’s deep exhale almost nudges you off of his shoulder. you’re half tempted to peer up at his face to gauge his expression, but the fidgety hands in his lap already gives away his feelings as the beat of silence passes.

“you remember what we talked about? all those years ago when we were hiding out at that shitty bar?”

“we talked a lot, babe,” you lightly chuckle, “you’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that.”

“about what we’d do if things were different.” 

“rob a bank and leave japan with new identities?” you joke.

tomura deadpans, “dumbass, i’m talking about the last night that… you know.”

the last night you were you?

“oh that conversation,” you mutter, uncomfortably shifting in your seat, "remind me what we talked about?”

“you don’t remember?” 

truthfully, it would be impossible for you to forget when that conversation was the only thing that got you through the agonizing nights in the hospital room when you thought you had been the only survivor.

“i do, but i like hearing you talk so remind me anyway.”

tomura responds with an annoyed huff, “well if you remember, then i’m not going to repeat it. i just mentioned it because clearly neither of us know what the fuck we’re going to do with our lives after this.”

you unloop your arm from his and sit up, making him snap his attention towards you. it was the first time today that he looked you in the eyes. his cheeks were flushed from the sun- the first sign of life in his face in a long time after the limited outside time allotted from the rehab facility.

“we talked about wanting a quiet life,” you quietly say, reaching your hand up to tuck a tuft of his shaggy hair behind his ear. “not in the country though. you wanted to stay in the city for the convenience, so maybe a nice little apartment. you still want that?”

he slowly nods his head. “think so.”

from his ear, your hand trails down to his jaw and neck, running across old scars from deep scratches.

“and i specifically remember you being so mad at me when i laughed at you when you said you didn’t give a fuck about anything else as long as you could have a dog.”

“still want one,” he mutters.

“and then…” you continue slowly, resting your hand on the rough skin of his neck, “i told you that i was a cat person, but i didn’t care as long as we…”

you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. it had always been an unwritten rule to never talk about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens” in the hideout, but you always loved breaking the rules, and tomura loved entertaining your thoughts.

the tips of his ears began to match the blush on his cheeks. 

“keep going,” he barely whispers, keeping his eyes locked on yours- one of the small meaningful things that he had grown to do over the last few years in therapy.

“as long as we could be together. i just wanted to be with you.” you quietly say. “i still do. if that's okay."

a beat of silence passes. a life with you. a dog and maybe a cat. nothing else. no expectations. just you and whatever "normal" life you two could live.

“we should…” he trails off for a moment, thinking of the right words to say, “get married?”

you blink one. twice.

“hah?” you exclaim, recoiling back.

your hand slaps onto the back of the bench to leverage yourself through the motion.

“what?” his face deepens in color “what else are we supposed to fucking do?"

“how did we go from yeah i want to move into an apartment and raise a dog with you to marriage?” you laugh, almost unbelieving.

“i don’t know? just shut up,” he grumbles, “forget i said anything.”

tomura turns his head away from you, looking off in the other direction as he curses at himself. he doesn’t know how to tell you that yes, that’s exactly what he wants too- that existing may be hard, but he wants nothing more than to do it with you.

his face is burning from the embarrassment, but you’re still giggling to yourself and he can’t resist himself from turning back to watch. 

you two have never dared to utter “i love you” to one another before, but in that moment , he felt it on the tip of his tongue and for once, he’s not afraid to let it out.

“i love you, okay?” he says confidently, but his eyes are unable to meet yours until you force them to.

you reach up and hold his face in your hands, bringing him in closely. “i love you,” you lightly run your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks as his eyes dart back and forth between yours, “and we should get married."

[jacaerysqueen]

The bet

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Warnings: none :)

Summary: You're a lady living in Dragonstone and a friend to the Prince Jacaerys. When he finds out that you have your eyes set on someone, he is determined to figure out who. Certain that he won't be able to find out, the two of you form a bet.

“Oh?”

Jace looked up at you, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face, and you knew you’d given too much away to him.

It’d started off as any other normal conversation you had. You’d been sitting in the library, reading together, when he’d gotten bored, flung his book on the desk and started talking to you about court shenanigans. Somehow or another he’d brought up the question of whether there were any “young lords you fancied.”

‘Perhaps there is’, you’d answered him, and then realised, immediately, that you’d given too much away.

He smirked, “you’ve never said that before.”

You felt your cheeks warming at his comment, and you crossed your arms, tilting your head to look away from him.

When you didn’t make a response, he playfully shoved your shoulder. “So, there really is someone you like.”

You groaned. You did not want to do this with him right now- or ever, actually. Your only consolation was that Jacaerys was far too oblivious to realise it was him you were talking about him.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Jace.”

You could feel his smug expression despite not seeing his face. “Nu uh. You aren’t getting out of it that easily.”

“Well I’m not telling you,” you said, finally facing him, “and you won’t be able to figure out who it is, anyway.”

Jace looked more than willing to accept the challenge. “Very well, don’t tell me. I’ll have to figure it out myself.”

You crossed your arms, “Guess you’ll know who it is by the end of the week, then?”

He scoffed, “oh I can do it in about half that time, and when I do find out you owe me any favour I want.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “But if you don’t figure it out, you owe me a ride on Vermax.”

He hesitated for a moment. Taking you on a ride with Vermax was a big ask.

“Fine. It’s a deal.”

You’d met Jacaerys when your father had come to Dragonstone to join the queen’s council. With not much to do with your time other than reading in the library and wandering through the gardens- which you did enjoy, immensely, although despite your fondness for solitude you found yourself on your lonesome for most of your days, missing your friends back at home. Your handmaidens were kind enough, but you yourself wishing for a true friend.

Surprisingly, that friend had been in the crown prince himself, who after he found you walking the gardens and offered to accompany you, you found your formalities falling away into shared laughter.

After that, the two of you had become close friends, and you found you spending more and more time with the prince, although locked within your heart their was a secret desire for something more, that was not a door that should be opened.

Jacaerys was surprised to say the least when he realised you actually had affection for someone. In the past, when he’d always asked about the lords who had tried to court you, or even other men in general, you’d always rolled your eyes and straight up told him no. He wondered what had changed, who had possibly managed to charm you.

He’d decided to start his investigation by talking to your handmaidens, calling out to one of them as she walked past him, carrying a stash of fresh linen.

She startled at his approach, “Prince Jacaerys, can I help you?”

“Ah…yes, actually.” He let your name slide from his lips, explaining how you were smitten for some mystery man, one who he was desperate to find out the identity of.

Your maid hesitated. The request was strange to be sure, especially coming from the prince himself. Yes, the two of you were close friends, and she certainly did have an idea of who this man was…but to tell the prince was to betray your trust.

“I was wondering if you knew anything that could…help me win this bet?”

The girl hesitated. “Ah, well, she has spoken of a boy, your grace. And though she was careful not to say who his name, she did mention that despite the two of them getting along well, she thought there wasn’t any possibility of anything more. Though I’m not so sure if that’s true…”

Jacaerys tilted his head in curiosity at your handmaiden’s words. “You’re not so sure if that’s true?” He hesitated, “do you mean to say you think you know who this…man is?

“I- I can not say for sure, and I dare not reveal his identity, but…I have my suspicions.”

Jacaerys sighed, nodding at her words, he wouldn’t push the girl anymore. “Very well, thank you.”

“Of course. But I…I do believe he is someone she is quite close to.”

He nodded again, the possibilities racing through his mind before thanking her again and rushing off.

Embarrassingly enough, Jace couldn’t think of anyone else you might have shared secrets like crushes and forbidden attraction with, which is why he found himself standing in the training yard with his brother staring across at him with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, and an insufferable smirk spread wide on his face.

“How am I supposed to know who she fancies?” Lucerys asked him, “you’re the one who spends all your time with her, not me.”

Jace groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, preparing himself for Luke’s suggestive and annoying comments. He could see the smugness practically radiating off his brother. He already regretted asking him.

“Plus, why do you care so much? Upset that it might not be you she wants?”

He decided to ignore that.

He thought his brother might have had some ideas about who this mystery man was, given that he seemed to know practically everyone on the island.

He was wrong though. Clearly, Luke was far more interested in relentlessly teasing his brother the prospect of you and him.

Which wasn’t at all true, Jace thought. He didn’t care about you like that, did he? Sure you were a good friend, always making him laugh at something stupid when he was upset, and you were certainly very attractive, bright eyes always sparkling, the sunlight that always seemed to kiss you lighting you up so beautifully, and the thought of you with another man was unsavoury, but- Fuck, maybe his brother did have a point.

“No! Luke- just…Do you have any ideas?”

Lucerys snorted. “Sure. It’s not like you’re always staring at her, always sacrificing your time to be around her…”

Jacaerys crossed his arms, annoyance at his brother boiling up inside him. “Why must you always be so…so painful?”

His brother shrugged, “I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious that you like her, and I’d wager that this mystery guy you’re trying to chase down is actually yourself, so…”

“You think she might actually like me?”

Another shrug. “Yeah. No idea why she would, though.”

“Hey!” He reached out to smack his brother, but Lucerys was too quick, dodging out of the way, and putting his hands up in surrender.

Maybe…maybe Luke was right. If there was a chance, it was worth trying, Jace thought to himself.

Jace found you in your chambers later that evening. You were sitting at your desk, parchment in your hands, reading a letter you’d received in the morning from your mother, a cup of peppermint tea resting beside you.

You motioned for your handmaiden to open your door at the soft knock, your bored frown turning into a smile as you saw who was at the door, your heart skipping a beat. “Jace!” You exclaimed, gesturing for him to come and sit beside you.

“Back so soon?” You teased. He nodded, taking the seat beside yours, and you noticed the anxious expression on his face.

“Are you alright?” Concern filled your gaze, and you gestured to the teapot, “would you like some tea?”

He shook his head at your offer for tea and then sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You could hear the lie in his words as they rolled of his tongue.

“Are you sure?” It wasn’t like him to be nervous, especially when he was around you. But sitting perched on the end of his chair, back stiff and muscles tense, he wasn’t himself.

He turned to look you in the eyes and gave you a soft smile, “yeah. I, um did some investigating to find your mystery man.”

“Oh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, “and did you find anything?

There was a moment of silence that was stretched out into what felt like miles between you.

Jace looked away from you again, turning to play with his rings instead. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”You repeated. It didn’t make any sense why he was so vague, so naked of his usual smug arrogance.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell me?”

He sighed, “I don’t want to be wrong.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, “because you’ll loose our bet? Is the prospect of taking me on a ride on Vermax really that bad?”

“No, it’s not. That’s the problem.”

Your mind flicked through the possibilities of what he was trying to say to you. It landed on one. Your favourite. A daydream. Him telling you he cared for you, loved you even. Written on that page was the secrets of your heart.

And maybe, just maybe, it was real.

You opened your mouth, heart quickening as you heard your voice sounding out the confession.“Jace, it’s you.”

His eyes met yours and he blinked once, then twice. “Wh- You mean to say that this mystery man is…me?”

You could feel your cheeks burning, and you longed to avert your gaze, but you couldn’t. He was too beautiful.

“Luke was right,” he muttered.

“What?”

“He said it must’ve been me you liked.”

He spoke to Lucerys about this? Gods, he must have been desperate to do that. The mockery and teasing at from his brother was bad enough on any ordinary day, but to actively give him fuel to light his own temper…

“You must’ve been really stumped to ask him, huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “yeah.”

Well, this was embarrassing. “I’m sorry,” you apologised, “I shouldn’t have told you. I thought that you…”

Felt the same way.

The words were unsaid, but he seemed to catch on.

His hand reached out to grip yours. “No!”

You looked up at him, his face panicked. “I do. I do care about you. Very much so.”

Oh.

Your head felt light at his confession, heart picking up its pace when you realised you weren’t dreaming. It was real.

You wetted your lips with your tongue. You needed to say something, to reply. But nothing came out when you opened your mouth.

He held your hand tight in his, picking up on your anxiety, a soft smile grazing his lips. “You alright there?”

“Yeah,” you said, slightly breathless. “What do we do now?”

He shrugged, eyes warm and bright. “You still wanna go on that ride with me and Vermax?”

[jester-lover]

Hi! How are you doing?

May I please request fem!reader having a 'Cinderella fairytale moment' with the first years?

You know like NRC is hosting a ball and they're waiting for her and then she enters wearing a ballgown and all eyes are on her because she looks so beautiful? If that's alright?

Magic Moment

W/ the First Years! + PLATONIC! Trein (I had to for this ask)

I’m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking! This ask is super cute and I’d happily answer more like it!

CW/ Fem! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness, average Sebek behavior (he’s my favorite), MR. TREIN BEING A BETTER ADOPTIVE FATHER THAN CROWLEY, I tried to leave the dress details vague, but the general ballgown shape is mentioned

The bustling sounds of the Ball were ringing through your ears as you slowly walked through the hall into the ballroom, your wide ball flowing behind you. Grim had already shot past and went straight for the buffet, which was expected but did nothing to stop your nervous mind.

Suddenly you felt a comforting presence beside you, and you turned around to see Professor Trein, wearing robes with a bit more formal flair.

"I can assure you that they won’t bite; those boys are rambunctious, but they have a certain level of decorum."

He had a rather comforting smile on his face, which you mirrored as a surge of confidence went through you.

"Thank you, Professor."

He nodded slightly as you turned on a heel, holding your head up higher with a small smile on your face.

The great doors opened with a small creek as you stepped onto the main staircase, the bustling crowd flitting throughout the ballroom as you stood at the helm of the stairs.

All eyes were on you, and the crowd seemed to shush a little as you glided down the stairs. The flowing dress made you seem like you were floating. As you stepped onto the main floor, the sensations hit slowly; the sweet smells of the chocolate fountain and the gentle viola and cello melodies set a soft mood.

However, all of the decadence was put to shame when you saw a familiar face waiting for you.

Ace

He had to cram himself through a crowd of eager boys, all wanting what he did, the first dance of the night with you

Ace’s usual smug grin feels a little shaky, just like his hands as they grasp onto yours

“You wouldn’t mind if we danced, would you?”

His voice is almost nervous as he takes in the sight of you, your beauty and how lucky he is to call himself yours

he guides you to the center of the ballroom, as the lights dim slightly and the music becomes romantically fast paced and delicate

His hands clasp at your waist gently as the two of you begin stepping in matching order

Your gorgeous dress flutters on the ballroom floor as Ace twirls you to the music

After the two of you danced till your legs were sore, you wander off by the gardens

“I feel like I’ve been a little quiet tonight, don’t get too used to it, okay?”

Ace’s usual quips become a little gentler, you can tell he really wants you to have a nice time, and also because he wants you to think well enough of him to spend more time together

He’ll take any chance he gets to prove himself to you

The night ends with a kiss on the cheek as his face turns redder than his hair

Deuce

Through the bustling ballroom, Deuce used all his track skills to get to you as fast as he could before someone else could woo you away

“P-please let me have a dance with you!”

You guide him to the dance floor as the music gets slow and soft, his hands still against your waist as his heart beats normally again

This sweet boy is trying desperately to remain respectful in front of a lady, especially one as special as you

as the two of you twirl through the night, his gaze never left yours, you felt yourself fall deeper in love with the boy in front of you

Deuce guides you off to get some light refreshments when the two of you seem tuckered out, and the two of you exchange pleasantries as the party dissipated

He walked you home after the Ball, dutifully watching for anything that could cause you harm until you stepped onto the Ramshackle grounds

You kiss him on the cheek and wish him farewell, as you walk back into your dorm to a chorus of cheering ghosts

"....A kiss...? Wow...."

Epel

Epel’s eyes met yours as fireworks seemingly erupt in his head

he rushed (undignified in Vil’s opinion) to you and softly grasped your gloved hand between two of his own

He presses a kiss to your glove as he confidently raises his voice

“Can I dance with you? I’ll be a good partner!”

(You swear you can see steam come out of Vil's ears at his abrupt question)

as Epel dances with you, he makes sure to keep the mood light and fun with a couple jokes and jabs at the professors expenses

his movements are quick as he guides the dance, but he makes sure to keep at a similar tempo to you so you don't look strange

the two of you are definitely the 'it couple' at the Ball, with your looks and attire

Epel gets bored of the attention quite quickly, and the two of you end the night somewhere quieter, like the calm balcony of the ballroom

he tells you stories of the perilous prep Vil and Rook made him do before the dancing, how hard it was to learn the old style of waltz they preferred

"It was horrible, but I guess it was all worth it, seeing how much fun you had and everything..."

The two of you part ways when Vil sweeps him away for pictures, but he promises to dance with you again when the chance arrives

Jack

His breath hitches in his throat as he sees you, his pace quick as he walks up to you with a mildly dazed expression

“Um, could I dance with you? If it’s alright with you of course…”

As the music softens, Jack becomes painfully aware of how soft and beautiful you are, and decides to treat you like a piece of glass

his hands hover, and his red face is tucked into your shoulder as the slow dancing begins

the closeness between the two of you is tender and kind, and he eventually loosens up a little as the pace of the cello gets steadily quicker

Jack's radiant smile as the two of you dance together is so perfectly domestic, you begin to ignore everything else

the two of you focus on only one another, and he loves hearing your soft laughter as he spins you in the air

since our wolf is one strong boy, he'll adore spinning and lifting you in your long luscious ballgown

"Hold on to my shoulders, I'll lift you up."

the night ends with him escorting you back to Ramshackle, his hand in yours as he grows more comfortable with physical affection

however, when you press a kiss to his cheek, Jack flusters again and rubs the back of his neck

"You look really beautiful tonight, and I had a really nice time dancing with you."

Sebek

A startled gasp catches in Sebek’s throat as Lilia pushes him to the front of the crowd and presents him to you

“Human! May I please have the honor of being your first dance partner tonight?”

the music is a lively tempo, Sebek looks straight ahead with perfect posture, dancing as if it means life or death

His serious demeanor is a little funny at first, but breaks pretty easily when he realizes how romantic the moment is

He calms down and acts more down to earth for the rest of the night, something that is truly a rare sight

His grip on your waist loosens a little bit as he hears the music slowly descend into a lower volume

Sebek sighs a little as he checks the time, knowing that the two of you have been dancing for hours

he strongly suggests that the two of you spend some time away from the commotion of the party (ironic coming from the loudest thing in the room)

You two spend an hour walking through the ornate halls of the ballroom, with him excitedly boasting about how the ballrooms in the Valley of Thorns far exceed the one you're in

"Perhaps, I may accompany you to the next big occasion..."

Sebek walks you back home slowly, trying to preserve some sweet time with you until you must part for the night

As you step onto the stairs to bid him farewell, you press a kiss onto his cheek, and he blushes a stark red; his mouth opens to speak but no words come out

for once in his life, Sebek is completely speechless.

☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾☁️☾

The cool night air that filters through the cracked windows of Ramshackle house serves to calm you down after a long night of dancing and socializing. You laid on the dusty couch, still clad in your oversized ballgown, sparkling in the dim candlelight.

Grim was asleep beside you, his warm fluffy fur pressed against your arm, and his gentle purring made your painted eyelids flutter with tiredness.

You thought back at the unforgettable night, dancing in his arms was a memory to cherish forever.

As you shook your arm to try and remove Grim, you realized he wouldn't budge, succumbing to your fate, you smiled and closed your eyes.

A wonderful ending to a wonderful night.

a.n/ Prof. Trein would be such a great father figure.

[castielscaplan]

Never Letting You Go (Jason Todd)

Summary: Jason's afraid he's going to lose you.

Warnings: Flangst, every jason x reader i post will be is ADULT!jason x reader

WC : 970ish

Read on ao3!

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The night sky was clear for once, a rarity in Gotham. You sat on the fire escape outside your apartment, the cool metal beneath you a grounding sensation as you looked out over the city’s sprawling skyline. Despite the beauty of the moment, your thoughts were elsewhere.

Beside you sat Jason Todd, his legs stretched out in front of him, the familiar weight of his leather jacket brushing against your side. For once, there were no patrols, no dangerous missions—just the two of you. You should’ve felt at ease, but the way Jason had been acting lately was gnawing at you. He’d been quieter, more distant, like something was weighing on him, and it was starting to scare you.

You couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

“Jason,” you began, glancing over at him. His face was cast in shadows, but you could still see the tension in his jaw. “What’s going on? You’ve been… different lately. I feel like you’re pulling away.”

Jason didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained on the horizon, staring at something distant, something only he could see. After a long pause, he sighed, his breath a soft puff of air in the quiet night.

“I’ve been thinking,” he finally said, his voice low, rough, like he didn’t want to say the words out loud. “About us. About what we have.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and a sudden wave of anxiety washed over you. This is it, you thought. He’s going to leave. The idea of him walking away, of losing him, was too much to bear. But you steeled yourself, bracing for whatever he was about to say.

“And?” you prompted, keeping your voice steady.

Jason shifted, turning his head slightly to look at you. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and defiant, were softer now, filled with something raw and vulnerable.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The words hit you like a wave, and all the breath seemed to leave your lungs at once. You blinked, not expecting that. Of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing you expected.

“Jay…” you began, but he wasn’t finished.

“I’ve lost a lot of people,” he continued, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were clenched into fists in his lap. “I’ve had everything taken from me—my life, my family, my identity. But you… you’re the one thing I have left. The one thing that makes me feel like I’m still… me.”

You felt your chest tighten as you listened to him. Jason rarely opened up like this, and when he did, it was always hard to hear just how much pain he carried around with him. But you also knew that this—you—mattered to him more than anything else. And the thought of losing you terrified him in ways he couldn’t even begin to express.

“I’m scared, okay?” Jason said, his voice growing more desperate, more raw. “I’m scared that one day, something’s going to happen, and I’ll lose you. And I won’t be able to handle it. Not again.”

Without thinking, you reached out and took his hand, your fingers lacing through his. His grip tightened immediately, like he was afraid to let go.

“Jason,” you said softly, scooting closer to him, your knee brushing his. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to lose me.”

He shook his head, his jaw tight. “You say that now, but Gotham isn’t safe. I’m not safe. Everyone I care about—everyone I let in—ends up hurt. Or worse.”

You could hear the self-blame in his voice, the guilt that never seemed to leave him, no matter how hard he tried to outrun it. Gently, you cupped his cheek with your free hand, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you repeated, your voice firm, but filled with love. “I’m here. I’m staying. I know what kind of life this is—what it means to be with you. But I chose it. I chose you. No matter how dangerous it gets, no matter what happens out there, I’m not leaving.”

Jason closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. For a moment, you just sat there, your hand on his cheek, his fingers still gripping yours like a lifeline. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with that same vulnerability, that deep need for reassurance.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

“Don’t say that,” you said softly, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “You deserve love, Jason. You deserve happiness. And I’m not going to let you push me away just because you’re scared of losing it.”

A small, almost broken laugh escaped him, and he shook his head, the tension finally starting to ease from his shoulders. “How did I get so lucky?” he muttered, half to himself.

“You’ve always had me, Jay,” you said with a smile, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. “And you always will.”

Jason’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he just held you there, like he was grounding himself in your presence. Then, slowly, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest, his warmth surrounding you.

“I’m not letting go of you,” Jason murmured, his lips brushing your hair. “Not now. Not ever.”

“Good,” you whispered, nuzzling into his neck. “Because I’m not letting you go either.”

For the first time in a long time, Jason felt at peace. There was no fight to prepare for, no looming threat waiting to steal away the people he cared about. For once, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to lose the one thing he loved most.

And that was enough.

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manipulative Gaz x reader

nondescriptive head (male receiving) towards the end

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You were always so caught up in the whirlwind that was Kyle Garrick. From the first day you met him, you should’ve known. The way he looked at you, with that cocky smirk, that devil-may-care attitude—it all felt so intoxicating. His teasing comments, his casual touches, everything about him screamed chaos, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

It felt good to be desired, right? It felt like he actually saw you. And after everything you’d been through—after the loneliness, the emptiness—Kyle’s attention was a balm. Even if it was messy. Even if he was a self-proclaimed fuckboy who didn’t always keep his promises.

But he always came back to you.

And you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something deeper there. It wasn’t like the others, the fleeting things, the broken promises. No, when Kyle looked at you, there was something almost... real. Something like love. You convinced yourself of that every time.

Tonight was no different. He’d been distant for a few days, but now, you found yourself sitting on your bed, your heart pounding as he stood in the doorway, looking at you like he was just as desperate as you were for this to mean something.

“Dove,” his voice was smooth, but there was something strained beneath it. “Where did you go? I haven’t seen you in days. You’ve been avoiding me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but words didn’t come. You didn’t really have an answer, but he didn’t wait for one.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you both with his usual swagger, and in an instant, his hand was cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin as he leaned in. “I don’t get it,” he murmured, almost too quietly, “Why are you making me feel like this? I thought we were good. I thought you understood that you’re all I need.”

You felt a flutter in your chest. Of course you were all he needed. It was clear, wasn’t it? The way he cared for you, the way he’d touch you with an intensity that left you breathless. And when he smiled that soft, charming smile at you, you felt like you were the center of his universe.

But you never questioned it. You didn’t question how he acted when he was around. The way he flirted with others, but always returned to you. You didn’t question the empty promises or the times he’d disappear, leaving you wondering if this was just a game.

"Kyle..." you whispered, the name coming out like a soft plea, unsure of yourself.

He cut you off, cupping your face now, forcing you to look into his eyes. There was something in his gaze that made your heart race, but you couldn’t place it. “What would I do without you, dove?” he asked, his voice almost breaking. “I need you. Do you understand that? I need you more than anything. You’re my whole world.”

Your chest tightened at his words. His hand slid down to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, deep and demanding. His lips moved with desperation, as if he was trying to prove something to you—and to himself.

He pulled away after a moment, and you could see the way his eyes shone with an intensity that made you feel a strange warmth. “I won’t let you leave me, dove. Not now. Not ever.”

You frowned, confused. “Leave? I… I’m not going anywhere.”

His face softened, but it was a soft that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Good. Because if you did…” His voice trailed off, and you couldn’t help but lean into him as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I don’t know what I’d do. I’m not going to let you slip away. You can’t, not after everything. I love you.”

The words slipped out so easily, so naturally. You didn’t even think to question them. He loved you. You were his—and he needed you. You felt it in your chest, in the warmth spreading through your veins.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, almost instinctively. “I’ve just been stressed. I didn’t mean to avoid you.”

“No,” he responded quickly, cupping your face, “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I just need you to stay. Please. You don’t know what it does to me when you pull away. You don’t know how hard it is to see you like this.”

His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you nodded, guilt washing over you. You didn’t want to hurt him. You never wanted to make him feel bad.

His hands roamed to your hips, pulling you closer to him. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you,” he whispered, and before you could even process it, he was kissing you again, but this time, it wasn’t the same gentle kiss. It was rougher, more insistent, like he was trying to prove something.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. “You owe me, dove,” he growled against your lips. “You made me feel like this. Now you’re going to make it right. Apologize properly.”

You blinked up at him, confusion and something else swirling inside you. “What? How… how do I do that?” Didn't he just tell you that you didn't need to apolo-

His smirk was dark, filled with something dangerous you couldn’t quite recognize. “You know how,” he said, voice low and smooth. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are, how much you need me.”

Your heart raced, but you nodded, unable to resist. This was what you needed to do. You owed him. He’d been there for you, hadn’t he? He loved you. That’s what he kept saying, over and over.

You leaned forward, your hands trembling as you reached for him. “I’m sorry, Ky. I really am.”

His smile grew, and he pulled you into him once more, but this time his touch was harsher. He tugged at your clothes, his fingers rough as they moved against your skin. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. But somehow, you told yourself that was okay. He was showing you how much he cared. How much he needed you.

"You’re mine," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he kissed you again, his voice a dangerous mix of adoration and something else you couldn’t name. “Don’t forget it.”

And you wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever. Because he loved you, and you couldn’t escape him. Not now. Not anymore.

“You think you can just ignore me?” His voice is low, smooth, but there’s an edge to it, the kind that sends a shiver through your spine.

“You’ll make it up to me,” he growls. “But you’re not getting off easy.”

And before you can even say another word, before your apologies fully leave your lips, he’s pulling you down to your knees, looking at you with an almost predatory intensity. His fingers trace your jaw, rough but deliberate, before guiding your mouth to where he wants it most.

The command in his voice is unmistakable, but there’s a sense of pride in it too, a twisted pleasure in knowing you’re going to make it right for defying him. “You’re going to make it up to me with that pretty little mouth, aren’t you?”

You do what he says, of course. There’s no other choice. You can feel the way he watches you, the weight of his gaze almost burning into you. His grip on your hair tightens, and he pushes you forward, guiding you to take more of him in.

He’s rough, but it’s not about the pain. It’s about the control, the way he takes charge of the situation and makes you submit, makes you obey him in the most intimate of ways. You feel yourself starting to drown in it, lost in the rhythm, in the way he praises you between moments of degradation, his voice thick with desire.

“You’re doing so good for me now,” he murmurs. “Better than I thought. You know how to make up for your mistakes, don’t you?”

It’s a strange, twisted form of forgiveness—one where the act itself becomes the apology. But as the minutes pass, his grip on your hair softens, and the aggression in his voice turns into something else.

“You’re mine,” he mutters. “Now and always.”

And as you finish, swallowing every part of him, he finally pulls you up, cradling you against him. There’s no harshness left, just the aftermath of the power shift, the lingering tension between you. His lips brush your forehead as he murmurs, “Next in time, you won’t make the same mistake.”

[lightlycareless]

When you’re free do you think you’d be willing to do the sfw alphabet for Naoya as well? 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

Hello!

Of course :>! I'm sorry it took a bit, but here it is dear 💖 as well as the nsfw alphabet if anyone wants to read that one too 😏

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Happy reading!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not that affectionate at the beginning. And not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s shy/ doesn’t know how to! This man grew in a very toxic household, so we shouldn’t expect him to be lovey-dovey from the get-go.

It takes him a while, but with you helping him open up and succumb to his feelings, he’s really very affectionate. He likes to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you all the time, you know the drill. Though his affection is unquestionable as seen in all the things he gives you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Naoya can’t be your best friend. He wants to be your husband!!! AND HE’LL ALWAYS STRIVE FOR THAT. But in the meantime, he’ll do his best to make you happy, listen to you, cheer you up, help you study (if students) or distract you when stressed by going to a festival or such. But still, he does all this with the intention of getting close to you in a more intimate manner, so there really is no friendship per say. (Dos that make him a terrible person? Kind of. I mean, I never envisioned him being friendly either way hahah. Naoya does not know how to socialize without belittling others; except you, instead, he likes to show off.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. In bed to begin. Naoya likes to feel big and strong, that he’s protecting you, so you’ll always be the little spoon. Though he wouldn’t mind if you got to be the big spoon one day, specifically those times where he’s exhausted from work and all he wants to do is rest and be with you.

From there, he always has to have his arms around you. To show you’re his 😊

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

For sure he wants to settle down. He wants to have 5 (thousand) kids with you. Though he won’t do anything domestic let’s be real. But he won’t have you do it either, he’ll hire someone instead. You’re his princess, after all. (Naoya still wants you to be fully dedicated to his children though, a nanny would only come in if he sees you overwhelmed or you ask for one.)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

OOF. Naoya would never end things with you; when he falls, he falls hard. He’s never felt this way before with anyone one else! So this is more likely your doing.

…

You know what. I can’t write it. I genuinely believe Naoya would only love one person in his life and never open up again. So, following the idea you’re the one to call it quits, the first thing he’ll do right afterwards is fight for this marriage. He doesn’t let you go that easily, asks you to reconsider, and if desperate enough… well— but when he eventually sees you mean it, he makes sure you have everything to live comfortably for the rest of your life.

A house, a car, staff members to take care of said house if needed, an allowance of sorts, everything. The kids stay with you; he doesn’t trust his family, and he doesn’t think of himself as capable of taking care of them without you either (Naoya’s insecurities skyrocket from here; he doesn’t feel good enough for anything anymore ☹)

You two may not be together anymore, but he would never leave you on your own.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feared commitment until you came along, though it would tie him down (gee, never seen that before!). Yet, as soon as he set his eyes on you, he knew he wanted to get married. It became all he wanted! Although mainly it’s because that was the only way his family knew how to handle relationships? A kind of “I want her, I get her.” There’s some courting but, you know, straight to marriage. The Zen’in don’t negotiate… that often.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Man is rough. He feels everything, wants everything. He cannot live without feeling needed by you. And he lets you know that through his touch, his kisses, his gifts, marrying you as soon as possible. His jealousy. His constant need to be with you at all times. 😊

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yeah. He used to hate it. Made him feel vulnerable, silly until you proved him wrong 😊 He certainly loves receiving them, but he’s not shy of embracing you, especially in the way where he could just pick you up and aigujaikjgjka 🥺

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Naoya knew he loved you from the moment he first saw you. So, he’ll be the first one to say it. In those moments where he’s simply absorbed by his feelings, still in disbelief that he was capable of harboring such sentiments, yet happy that he’s capable, and that there’s someone that reciprocates them as well—inevitably uttering a quiet, yet genuine I love you at the heat of the moment, making you smile and respond I love you too.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

VERY. Naoya’s insecurities are through the roof whenever he sees you with someone else!!! He only calms down when the two are married and you’re pregnant, probably. He actually becomes even more overprotective with a child in the mix so… I guess not.

He’s going to scare anyone he feels threatened by away from you, tbh. You’re probably left alone at one point, luckily you managed to convince him otherwise and now (mostly) nobody is afraid of approaching you :’)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Constant. Never ending. He kisses you whenever possible. Softly or roughly, it doesn’t matter. Naoya loves your lips, the type of guy to suddenly kiss you when talking. He just needs to do it! But he also loves kissing the top of your head, he likes the height difference.

As for Naoya, it’s not really where he’s kissed but more like how he’s kissed. He likes it when you place trails of kisses across his body when he’s back home from work, showing how much you care for him, worry for him. He enjoys being… worshipped.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Once again, it’s one of those things that he wasn’t all too appreciative of until you came along. The thought of settling down and having a family with you is one that motivates him every single day and when it finally happens, he’s nothing but ecstatic!

He’ll be involved as involved as he can be with his children (because of his work, but he always tries to make it up). His favorite activity to do with them is certainly training them, he likes to help them become the best they can be. Naoya also loves to take them out to amusement parks, or just wherever they want to go.

Naoya is also the type of parent that would argue with other parents about how his children are 100000 times better. He will not accept criticism. His babies are perfect. No issues will ever get solved when he’s around, you have to mediate that instead haha. I think the only other kids he cares about are the ones that are their friends but outside of that, he does not bother lol.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When he doesn’t have to work, he likes to be lazy, stay in bed, keep you close to him as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear… but Naoya also enjoys accompanying you during your routine. He likes seeing you get ready for the day, preparing breakfast, hanging out with the kids, that kind of stuff. It relaxes him 🥺 makes him feel all fuzzy and warm inside. 💖 A reminder of who he’s doing all this for.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

While in the morning he likes to do stuff with his family, at night he only cares about intimacy—about you. He gets real crazy with that, desperate if you must. You have to put a stop to him unless he wants to get into trouble lol. Doing it before missions is strictly forbidden, because he ends up too tired to wake up early.

He’s also an avid enjoyer of taking you out of dates during that time, there’s something about the city at night that makes him more romantic. Luckily your staff is all about, so you have nothing to worry about them kids at home 😊.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You have to be the one to ask him about himself, since he’s focused on only pleasing you (and he’s shy—a tsundere, actually). Though once he’s comfortable, the two would start to geek out about their mutual interests 😊 AND IT HAPPENS ALL AT ONCE. He does not give you pieces here and there of lore, nope, it’s all of it, so be prepared.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily angered… with other people. He does not see any faults in his loved ones. In fact, he’ll even go as far as justify them. Everyone else is not worth his time, but for you… for you he’ll go to the end of the world.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Everything. They do not forget things regarding you and his family. Everything else is meh.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His first kiss with you, the moment you confessed you liked him too. And the honeymoon, the feeling he got when acknowledging you were finally his wife is one he’ll never forget.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

VERY PROTECTIVE. He’ll have bodyguards whenever you go out; of course, you have to remind him that (if applicable) that you’re a sorcerer too, so you know how to handle yourself. Besides, you’re also aware of how the world is so it’s not like you leave without letting people know.

His worries skyrocketed when your daughter came along but, eventually, he calmed down a bit. Mostly when he’s finally the clan leader and he can spend more time with his family—though he’s not shy from sending someone to spy check on you from time to time… maybe… hehe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Naoya goes all in—everything he does is expensive. Naoya wants you to have all the comforts in life, there really is no limit. (Makes you wonder if that has ever given him problems. Doesn’t seem so, but still)

You’ve grown to be careful with what you mention around him, because the moment he hears it he’s already making the necessary calls to make it happen. 🫣

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well, the first one that comes to mind is his tendency to belittling others. It has often pushed you into uncomfortable situations where you have to apologize for him :s

That, and his other tendency of accepting missions that may or may not overlap with other responsibilities he has with you. Naoya enjoys being a sorcerer, so…

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very. He knows he’s good looking, so he does everything possible to keep himself that way. More so if you remind him how handsome he is. Naoya teases you about it too.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

As stated, Naoya would wait a lifetime for you and he’d never love anyone else if you left. He never knew how lonely he was until you came along. So yes, you make him whole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Deep within, he wishes his family got along with you better. He’s glad that some do, but still, Naoya can’t shake the notion that you don’t feel as comfortable as you say at the estate. Thus, he’s secretly bought an apartment/house (depends on if you have kids by then) for you to move in when you say so.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I’ve mentioned this before, but he would not like to share his partner. He does not want any threesomes, or anything else really. So don’t even mention it. Also, this might be a bit silly, but he doesn’t like it when you talk to his family, or try to get along at least. Naoya doesn’t think they deserve you and would hate to see you upset by something they said.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Because he has a strict routine he diligently goes to sleep at certain hours. Anything later than that and it ruins everything; however, he’s not above falling victim to certain… desires. So sometimes he sleeps a lot, sometimes, he doesn’t sleep at all if you know what I mean 😉 Of course, when he finally goes asleep, it’s with you in his arms. You have to be there with him, or he’ll look for you and drag you to bed lol.

And there you have it, the fluffy side of Naoya. You've changed his life, our poor tsundere husband :') alkfjagj he really needs to feel loved and appreciated.

It was a treat to write this, it gave me some ideas too eheheh❣️ thank you so much for sending in this ask!

Take care and hope to see you soon 🥰

[atinywriter]

hidden treasure

[ kim hongjoong x reader ] [ pirate!au ] [ mermaid!reader ]

[ wordcount: 4.6k]

[ warnings: mild violence, suggestive tones, unedited for the most part ]

[ a/n: there were so many different ways i wanted to go with this but wanted to put out a semi finished form? i’m open to more fics in this universe for sure 👀 ]

The sharp glint of the silver bejeweled knife against the swell of a rotten man’s throat always made Hongjoong grin. The man in question was a lowly black market peddler, Willoughby, one that sold Hongjoong and his crew a lousy map that led them to a treasure that had already been taken.

“Given your history I really should have known better. Now here we are, my knife against your throat and your life in my hands. What are we going to do about that, hmm?” Hongjoong asks menacingly, pressing the silver blade closer to his artery. Willoughby swallows thickly, the sharp blade nicking his skin.

“How was I supposed to know the treasure was already taken? It’s not like I’m the one who took it. Look, I can give you another map, free of charge,” the cocky man barters, and a scoff sounds from behind Hongjoong.

“As if that could make up for the bullshit we went through, you rat. Just kill him, Hongjoong, he’s good for nothing anyways,” Seonghwa says moodily. He never liked this peddler and always felt like he was giving out poor information, it would be better to just not have to deal with him. The mission for the previously said treasure had gone wrong at every turn, ending up with their youngest crew member Jongho on light duty due to an injury he had gotten.

“Hmm, yes Seonghwa maybe you’re right. Why would I risk anything else when I could easily kill you and take all of your maps,” Hongjoong asks sarcastically, “Is there really nothing better you can offer me?” The heel of Hongjoong’s black boot crushes down onto the peddlers hand resting against the dirt, fingers crunching and a desperate howl leaves the peddlers mouth.

“Aish, okay I have something to offer you. My own secret cove that holds my personal treasures. I have a map in my right breast pocket. Take it and spare my life, I’m begging,” the peddler says, his eyes shedding a few tears. Hongjoong harshly pulls the map from his pocket, opening it up and looking at it. He didn’t see any locations marked, so he passes it off to Seonghwa to examine.

“You’re a lying rat now, huh? There’s not even any locations marked on this map,” Seonghwa snaps.

“I leave it unmarked in case it falls into the wrong hands, I’ll mark it for you, please just spare my life,” the man begs, voice breathy from the pain in his hand. Hongjoong giggles sadistically before pressing his heel further into the man’s hand, making sure to leave his mark before letting off of the pressure. Immediately after releasing his hand the peddler pulls it close to his chest, cradling it and crying silently. Hongjoong pulls a pen out of his jacket pocket, handing it to the man and holding the map against his own leg for the man to mark it. The man quickly draws an X in a little cove off the coast of a quiet, secluded tropical island. It was an area of the ocean known to be peaceful and quiet, not many ships sailing through. If this cove does turn out to be another lie, at the very least his crew will be able to relax on the island. Hongjoong kicks the peddler down onto his ass before getting into his face, a menacing smile taking over.

“If this is another scam, rat, we’ll be back for you, and you won’t live to tell the tale,” Hongjoong threatens and the man nods quickly, crawling back on his hands to create some space between them before darting up and running off into the towns busiest area.

“Finish up collecting your supplies in town, Seonghwa. We’ll be leaving before dawn,” Hongjoong says before turning and walking back down the dock towards the Illusion, the most mysterious ship on the seas. Hongjoong never allowed anyone who stepped on deck to live save for his crew, there were too many luxurious treasures hidden about the ship to risk someone catching sight of them.

The ship was quiet when he returned, most of the crew taking advantage of the docking to catch up on some well deserved rest. He can see Wooyoung scaling down the ropes from the lookout, landing beside Hongjoong with a quiet thump.

“Where’s Seonghwa,” Wooyoung questions.

“He’s just picking up the last of the supplies we need,” Hongjoong answers while pulling the map out of his inner chest pocket, “We’re heading for a little island off the coast of Fiji. Wake Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang when you see Seonghwa return and we will depart for the open ocean.”

It’s not long before Seonghwa is quietly trekking down the boardwalk, arms chalked full of bags. He lets out a sharp whistle and patiently waits as Wooyoung scales from the heights of the crow’s nest to take half of the bags from him. The pair head into the galley, dropping off the bags to be unpacked by Seonghwa while Wooyoung wakes Yeosang, Mingi, and Yunho. Minutes later the sails were up and the ship was coasting on before the sun was glinting over the horizon.

A few days after some surprisingly smooth sailing, the crew were anchoring off the coast of the small island that had an untouched green jungle presented past the rich tan sands of the beach. A few of the members had pulled out some hammocks, excited to bask with the sun on their face and fresh fruit in their mouths. Yeosang and Jongho had been stuck with ship sitting duty, due to Jongho’s injury. Yeosang had been teaching the youngest member a game played with a deck of cards and had voluntarily stayed behind. The other members boarded their rowboat and quickly set off to shore.

Once tied off, the members split up into two groups - Mingi, San, and Wooyoung were setting up their hammocks and getting together some fruit and fresh water, ready for a relaxing beach day. Hongjoong couldn’t complain, he knew they had been in some exhausting conditions recently and he had no bad feelings about this island. In fact this was probably the most at peace he had felt on land in many years. The map had a cove marked not far off from the beach they had landed on, just a short trek through the jungle to their left. Hongjoong led the way with an impatient buzz, Seonghwa and Yunho following closely behind. Yunho whistled a tune as they walked, keeping the mood upbeat as the sunlight filtered through the dense green canopy.

As they neared the cove, they could tell that the rat of a smuggler had clearly left his mark in the forest, trash strewn about fire pits and random bits and bobs making a mess of a beautiful jungle.

“Looks like you should’ve killed him while you had him, captain. Nobody should be making such a mess of a pretty place like this,” Yunho says to Hongjoong as they’re locating the door to the hidden away cove.

The entrance was hidden by hanging ivy, the trio walking in together quietly. Hongjoong could feel his muscles tightening up slightly, a tell tale sign that there was some sort of magic in this cave, regardless of the stale wet smell blanketing everything. Looking over his shoulder, he connects eyes with the pair behind him and gestures for them to look around for anything of value. Neither of them had the connection with magic that Hongjoong did, albeit he only had a small connection it was more than anyone would consider normal. The pair seperated, looking at the homemade shelving systems and chests strewn about the cave.

“Well, would you look at that,” Seonghwa says with a mirthful tone, pointing out the treasure he had just uncovered from a dirty tarp. The same treasure that the lying smuggler had just sold them a map for, that they had gone through a tumultuous time getting to, that had gotten Jongho injured.

“The next moment we see him will be his last, I swear it,” Hongjoong says darkly. Yunho is gathering maps up from a table nearby, various areas with various X’s for treasure lining them. Hongjoong continues deeper into the cave while the other two take more looks around. He’s following the sizzle from the magic in his bones, the dim lighting going in and out and wet flooring squelching beneath his boots.

There’s a candle flickering on a small stand ahead, one that they didn’t light and could’ve been lit for who knows how long given the wax buildup along the stand. Hongjoong’s tense shoulders drop, maybe this was the magic he had been sensing all along - an always lit candle. He steps closer, his guard down for the time being.

As he’s nearing the light gives way to a large, sealed glass tank full of murky water. It’s about his height, the top and edges a rusted metal that had been poorly made. Clearly not something that was supposed to be here. Curiouser, Hongjoong squats near to the middle of the glass, eyes trying to get a look into the murky water. It almost looks like the water inside was slightly moving, tiny waves hitting the side of glass lightly. He swears he hears a splash as he’s squatting there, trying to get a look in and see whatever creature must be in there. Against his better judgement he leans in closer, lifting his hand up to lightly tap on the glass twice. The waves increase in intensity as he does so, and he thinks he sees shimmering white scales and a large fin swimming by swiftly. There’s footsteps behind him as Seonghwa and Yunho approach. They get in close and even go so far as to lean up against the lid, sending it barely sliding off the top letting a sliver of air and light into the tank.

Suddenly the creature in the tank zooms up to the sliver, and Hongjoong falls back onto his ass as he finally takes it in fully. It’s half woman half fish, an actual mermaid in the flesh. Hongjoong had been lucky enough in the past to catch glimpses of them, fins along the waves or eyes peeking over the calm water, but never to this extent. She was ethereal, he could feel himself being mesmerized by her at a glance. Her mouth was pressed against the open crack, gasping for air with her long dark hair streaming across her bare torso.

“Holy shit, captain. Is that a mermaid? An actual mermaid? God, she can’t even breath in that water,” Yunho is excited, pressing closer to get a better look. Hongjoong pushes himself up forcefully, anger seeping into him and his rage fueling the fire of hate he has for the lying scum who led them here.

“He’s got her trapped here, in a tiny fishbowl in the dark with no fresh air. I shouldn’t have let him go, he doesn’t deserve to breathe,” Hongjoong clenches his fist and squeezes his eyes shut, the regret taking over. He was here now, and he needed to do something to help her. He steps up to the tank, closer than Seonghwa and even Yunho. He goes to place his hands against the rusty metal lid of the ramshackle tank and as he moves so does she. Her eyes are wide, and she ducks down into the corner of the tank. She’s still in sight, watching them carefully to see what they’ll do. Hongjoong tries shifting the lid, but there’s something blocking the back corner making it too difficult to push farther than a foot. It was more space than she’d had before, but still not enough to be able to lift her out of the tank. He steps back a bit, keeping his eye on her as she swims up to the now larger gap. She lifts her head through, neck coming up but getting caught at her shoulders. She’s still scared, but her eyes give way to her curiosity.

“Hello there. My name is Hongjoong, and this is Seonghwa and Yunho,” he starts with pointing out his crew mates as an introduction, “We’re not here to hurt you, in fact I think we’ll be the ones to help you escape this nightmare. What’s your name?” The mermaid is silent for a few more moments, not wanting her naivety and blind trust to show too easily.

“My name is [Y/n],” she replies airily, “and just how exactly do you expect to get me out of here when you can’t even open the lid?” She taunts him lightly, wanting to test his patience and see the type of man he is. He does nothing but smile back to her, amusement at her immediate wit apparent. He calls over the other two and has them search for whatever they could use to pry it open far enough to get her out. They return with a long board and a crowbar along with an axe to hold it open once they pry the lid up.

“Alright, [Y/n], here’s the plan. These two are going to pry up the two sides enough to prop it open and slide you up and out, do you think that sounds alright?” Hongjoong knows when they lift the lid they must work fast, as the poor quality could cause for any sort of calamity. The mermaid nods and everyone gets to work. She swims up next to where they’re pulling up the edges, wanting this to be over fast. Hongjoong is there in front of her, their eyes meeting over the edge of the tank. He disappears for a moment to place a crate on the floor for him to stand on, giving him a better reach into the tank. He reappears in front of her, holding his hands out.

“They’re going to lift it up and then I’m going to help you out. Is it alright if I hold onto you while we get you out?” He asks, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“Yes that should be alright,” [Y/n] reaches out to him, her hand gripping onto his. His hands are warm to the touch, while hers are cold and starved for touch.

“Have you ever been out of water before? What happens when we take you out of here,” Hongjoong asks, mesmerized by her but worried for her safety.

“No, I’ve never been on land before, it’s quite exciting. I have no idea what will happen, let’s find out together,” [Y/n] says excitedly, gripping onto him tighter.

Hongjoong nods his head to Seonghwa and Yunho, indicating for them to lift. As the gap gets bigger he wraps his arms around where her torso and tail meet. He’s lifting her out when he loses his grip slightly, the crate underneath him cracking and sending his foot through. Hongjoong falls backwards, hands still wrapped around the mermaid, pulling her along with him. They land in a wet heap on the sharp rock floor, her landing on top of him soaking his shirt with her hair.

Yunho and Seonghwa release the lift on the lid as soon as they’re both out of the way, pushing it back into its original position to make it look as though no one had touched it. Their attention goes to the two in a pile on the floor, watching quietly as a slight shimmer runs over the mermaids tail, shimmering enough to blur it before lightening up to show a pair of legs instead of the scales and fin she was used to. Hongjoong removes his hands from her gently as she watches, she sits up and starts counting her toes and running her hands up her legs. Hongjoong is standing quickly, unbuttoning his damp shirt and taking it off before placing it around the now human looking woman’s shoulders. She looks up into his eyes with a deep smile on her face, her eyes full of excitement.

“Wow, I never thought I’d ever have legs like this. Please, can you help me stand up like the three of you,” [Y/n] asks, reaching her hands out to Hongjoong to lift her. He obliges, lifting her from her small waist to stand on her two feet like him. After a moment she looses her full strength and falls into him slightly, not used to the feeling.

“Careful, better to take it slow so you don’t fall down and hurt yourself,” Hongjoong says still gripping onto her waist, half her weight against him as they look into each others eyes. Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances with eyebrows raised and smirks.

[Y/n] stands fully, stepping away from Hongjoong’s support. His hand seeks out hers at the loss of her waist, as she moves to take a few steps their fingers tips brush and they release each other, and a cold feeling sets into his hand at the loss of her touch. She finds her balance and is soon jumping and dancing in joy while the three men avoid gazing at her barely clothed body. Seonghwa pulls his bag off his back and retrieves a new shirt for the captain and a pair of trousers for the new human, which he also hands to Hongjoong to address.

“Is there anywhere you need to be? Anywhere we can take you,” Hongjoong asks while throwing the clean shirt on. [Y/n] stops prancing around the cave and comes to a stop in front of the tank, looking into it somberly.

“No, I don’t believe I’ve made any plans with anyone. I’ve got nothing going on. Oh, I suppose I told Josie the hammerhead I’d watch her new pup for her but that had to have a been a few months ago now…” she trails off quietly, thinking of the things she probably missed out on in her absence, “Looks like my schedule is all free for now, do you have any plans,” she turns around with a beaming smile on her face, pushing down the bad feelings. Hongjoong gestures for her to come closer, showing her the pants Seonghwa had pulled out for her to wear. If it were possible her smile got even brighter.

“I’ve always wanted my own pair of pantaloons! How exciting, it’s like i’m a real human now,” she chatters as Hongjoong helps her get into them, pulling them up her leg and buttoning them quickly before he let his thoughts wander too much. It was hard not to think of how soft her skin was, how it was smooth and unmarked to everyone’s touch, except for his now.

“Well, our only plan was finding all of the treasure that rotten Willoughby had stashed away here. Now that that’s all ours, we had planned to relax on the beach and eat good food and sing songs until we decide where to go. Would you like to join us and meet the rest of the crew?” Hongjoong asked her gently, not expecting her to want to come with them anywhere and instead want to go back to the open ocean, just like he’s always escaping to.

“There’s even more of you guys, oh wow I can’t wait to meet them. Please, take me with you,” [Y/n] grasps onto his hand, curiosity and happiness beaming off her in contagious waves. Hongjoong beams back at her, heating her up from head to toe. They turn towards Seonghwa and Yunho, who are getting the last few of the things they wanted this evening with them. They would bring a few more crew mates out here tomorrow morning to collect fully before thinking about departing from the island for their next adventure.

The walk back to the beach took longer than they’d expected due to the constant discovery [Y/n] was doing having never seen anything like the jungle before. She wanted to caress every leaf to see the texture and giggled exuberantly when a few butterflies were following her, landing on her arms and hand. Hers eyes were wide with childlike wonder, and Hongjoong almost felt jealous at her excitement to be on land. He had always had trouble with it, but he could understand considering this island felt more peaceful than any island he had been to before. The sounds of the forest were happy, and he could still hear the waves crashing against the beach a little bit away. He felt like it was easy to breathe here, and he wasn’t sure if that was from the jungle or the life that the mermaid had breathed into him. He watched her fondly as she experienced this new experience, while Seonghwa and Yunho trekked ahead to inform the others about the new guest.

It wasn’t long before [Y/n]’s curiosity changed from the environment to the possibility of new friends. She walked carefully along the path Hongjoong was making, stumbling slightly until he reached a hand out behind to grip onto hers to stabilize her. She continued holding his hand and walking closely as they neared the new people, feeling a bit shy. She could hear the chatter coming from the group, peeking over Hongjoong’s shoulder as they near. There were three new faces there, and the five of them had their eyes immediately on her as soon as they saw her look over his shoulder. Yunho and Seonghwa had encouraging smiles on their faces, while the other three portrayed disbelief and confusion. Hongjoong pulls her from behind him to stand at his side, hands still clasped but using his other hand to point out each of the new people.

“[Y/n], this are my friends and crew mates. The tall one next to Yunho is Mingi, the one between Mingi and Seonghwa is San, and the one on the end is Wooyoung. Everyone, this is [Y/n], and she’ll be joining us for the time being,” Hongjoong introduces everyone as they each wave at their names. [Y/n] tugs him excitedly along the beach to get near the new additions. They were all dressed so interestingly, all different styles and accessories. That was always one thing she’d heard gossip about from the members of her community, land people fashion. Accessories were easy enough to come across in the ocean, all sorts of rings and diamond earrings. But clothes were more difficult, they were either damaged from age or accident, and they never quite looked as good underwater as on land. She quickly pulls Mingi’s hands into hers and admires his rings.

“I love your rings Mingi, they look so cool. I had a ring that looked just like that one once,” she chatters happily as she pointed to a skull and crossbones ring on his middle finger. Before Mingi could even reply, she was darting off to stand in front of Wooyoung, getting in his space as she examined the earring he was wearing.

“Wooyoung, that earring is so cool, look I’m wearing one that could match it! I found it in a shipwreck a little while before that awful Willoughby snatched me up. Look,” she pulls her dark hair back over her shoulder as she lets him take a look at the identical earring in her right ear. Wooyoung’s hand goes up to his left ear, feeling the earring he hadn’t taken off in years.

“Funny story about this earring actually. I had a friend when I was younger who had a pair of earrings that he found in the sand while digging around- beautiful gold hoops with a pearl dangling down. He offered one to me and we each wore one to show our deep friendship for each other. My friend passed away a few years ago in a shipwreck, while he was wearing that earring. Maybe you found the one that was his,” Wooyoung explains, feeling somber at the memories. He hears sniffling and looks up from his thoughts to catch [Y/n]’s eye, full of tears and a sad look on your face.

“That might be the saddest story I’ve ever heard Wooyoung, but it must be fate that brought us together, I found it for you,” she says as she’s tugging it out of her ear and placing it in his hand, closing his fingers around it and placing her hand on top of his. She gives him a soft smile as a tear drops from his eye, before he pulls her in for a tight hug.

“It’s a surprise that Willoughby didn’t take it off of you when he snatched you up,” Hongjoong says, coming up next to them and placing his hand on her back lightly.

“Well, he tried once or twice. But my friend Josie, the hammerhead I told you about earlier, she taught me to bite anyone who got near my face if I didn't want them to be there,” [Y/n] explained cheerily.

“Some sound advice from Josie, I like her already,” Wooyoung says with humor.

“With introductions here over, how would you feel about coming onto the Illusion and meeting the last two before having a nice warm meal. Yeosang said he would be cooking a hearty stew this evening,” Hongjoong questions. [Y/n] feels as though this is the adventure she’s always been looking for, and is more than delighted to experience these new things with Hongjoong and his crew.

After that it was easy to bond with the crew, and even easier to bond with its captain due to the crew’s appreciation for her. She met Yeosang and Jongho respectively, who were nothing but welcoming. They traveled together for a while building friendships with each of them, before the captain formally invited her to become a crew member aboard the Illusion. Accepting immediately, she shared in many adventures with the crew, on land and sailing the seven seas.

The entire crew was astonished when one day she jumped into the water off of the crows nest, a daunting feat. The crew panicked momentarily as they hadn’t seen her resurface quickly, worrying for her life. As the entire crew was leaning over the railing, the captain getting ready to leap in after her, she suddenly resurfaced, leaping from the water with a shimmering pearl-like tail that took their breath away. The joy and happiness radiating from her clung to them like glue, leading them each to jump into the calm waters and play in the ocean for a while.

The sun was setting when the captain mustered up his courage to swim over to the mermaid. She was fiddling with seashells and seaweed in her hands, creating what looked to be a makeshift crown. As he approached, she turned to him with a smile and offered it out to him. He happily placed it upon his head, although crookedly. [Y/n] giggles as she swims right up to him, adjusting it on his head. Hongjoong’s hands grip her waist like the first time they had met, gently but pulling her towards him. He’s looking at her with red cheeks and parted lips, before leaning down and placing his lips on hers.

“I’m really happy you didn’t bite me,” Hongjoong jests.

“Why would I bite the person I’ve wanted in my face since I was rescued by them,” [Y/n] jokes back before connecting their lips together again.

They shared their first kiss under the pink and orange sunset and in the calm cool waves that they both loved, but many more followed in all sorts of interesting scenarios.

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

The one hiding under your stairs

PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: 3k CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Female masturbation, friends with benefits, use of sex toys, oral (m receiving), mask kink, brief mentions of daddy/mommy kink, praise kink, spanking, Gator needing to be a winner, cream pie, anal penetration, mentions of biting and marking skin. I think that is everything please let me know if I missed anything. SUMMARY: You and Gator have been hooking up for a while, but when he doesn't reply to your text one night you assume it's you and your toys tonight. Little do you know that he has a surprise for you. AUTHOR NOTES: This came into my head the other night, and I couldn't help myself. Thank you to those who supported and encouraged me to write this. Especially big thank you to @entermxnson for being amazing and reading all my stuff. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.

You and Gator had been fuck buddies for about six months now. Neither of you had time for a real relationship, seeing as he was so much under his Daddy’s thumb and you were busy with work. It was a simple setup; when one of you if you had an itch. You'd text each other and then meet up at your place.

That was the usual setup. Today, however, Gator didn’t reply. 

You'd sat on the couch, time passing so slowly. Your desperation to be touched grew with each passing minute until you gave up. Gator wasn't coming. He had blown you out tonight. Shutting up downstairs, you checked the house over before going upstairs. Your sex toys were clearly going to be what cured your itch tonight.

Stripping off, you climbed onto the bed and pulled out the dildo and your clit stimulator and lay down on the bed. Though you'd never deny that you enjoyed your touch, something about getting off because of Gator was much more enjoyable. 

Lying on the bed, you picked up the dildo and began to rub it against your wet folds. Soft whimpers left your lips as you felt it against your already wet folds. Your free hand moved up to your breast and began to play with your nipple. It felt so good, but you couldn't help but feel sad that Gator hadn't come over tonight.

Moving the silicone penis against your hole, you pushed it inside, moaning gently. “Gator.” You whimpered gently. It wasn't as big as his cock, but still, it filled you up nonetheless. Pumping it slowly, you reached for the clit stimulator and turned it on before bringing it down to your clit.

Moaning, you closed your eyes. Pumping gently with the vibrator and rubbing against your clit with the smaller one. Gentle mews left your lips as waves of pleasure rushed through your body. 

“Mmm, Gator.”

“Yes?”

Your eyes shot open to see Gator standing at the end of your bed; your heart pounded hard as you looked at him. He was near enough in complete darkness if it wasn't for shafts of light trickling through the curtains to illuminate his face. But it wasn't his face. It was a large white skeleton mask. Jack Skeleton. 

Biting your lip, you gazed at him nervously but excited. You began to stop pleasuring yourself and focused on him as he took off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner.

“I don't remember telling you to stop.”

A whimper fell from your lips as you returned to pleasuring yourself as you watched him removing each item of clothing other than the mask. 

“Not removing it?” 

“No, tonight I’m the Pumpkin King tonight.” 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head gently as he pulled his pants off and threw them across the room. Your eyes raked down his perfectly crafted body. You’d desired him all day, and to have him here now made you incredibly excited. 

The bed dipped as he moved onto the bed; his hand took hold of the small toy for your clit and dropped it off the bed.

“We won’t be needing that.” 

Gator husked as he thrust the dildo harder into you, causing you to moan loudly. You could see the lust in his eyes as he watched you. There was something about how his eyes watched you, about how his big hands touched your skin. He set your skin on fire. Each touch left heat running up your body from where he put his hands.

He climbed up your body, his hands trailing as he moved up to be sitting on your chest. You gazed up at him, his giant cock in your face. Leaning up, you licked along the thick throbbing vein, causing him to moan. 

“Good girl.” He whispered as he took your hand and used it to hold the vibrator inside of you while his fingers moved to your clit. Moaning as he began to rub your clit, you lifted your head and moved your tongue to lick the precum from the tip of his shaft. 

“That's it, baby.” He whispered as you began to take him in your mouth. His free hand moved to grip the headboard as he rubbed circles on the little nub between your legs, waves of pleasure from his touch and desire from having him in your mouth washed over you. 

Muffled moans left your lips as he began to thrust into your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He uttered as he moaned, feeling the back of your throat. “Are you going to take me all in?” He asked as he looked down at you, his head tilting to the left. 

Staring up at him, you couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked in that mask. Nodding softly, you felt him push further into your mouth. You were careful not to gag, holding back as he thrust down your throat.

“That's it, take me your pretty little mouth.” He moaned as he thrust in and out. His eyes focused on you, and you could tell he was smirking. The mask was taking away some of the enjoyment, but he did look very good with it on. His fingers moved from your clit, causing you to whine. “Shhh, rub.” He ordered with a stern tone as he took hold of the dildo. Whimpering gently, you nodded and began to rub your clit as he began to thrust the dildo in and out. Any other guy you would’ve been surprised if he could reach, but not Gator and his long arms and big hands. 

As you continued to suck his cock, you could feel yourself starting to come undone below him. It was like someone was tightening an elastic band in your stomach, stretching it till it was ready to snap. Pulling your head back, you looked at him as you removed his cock from your mouth. “I need, I need to cum.” You whispered, his eyes shifting from his job to you. 

Gator smirked as he looked down at you. Well, you assumed it was a smirk behind that mask. “Do you now, darling?” He asked as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. His fingers ran down your jaw as he watched you. “You better cum then, this is the only time I’m going to allow you to easily.” 

You began to rub your clit harder, desperate for your orgasm to hit you. You knew Gator, and you knew how long he could hold back an orgasm if he felt particularly like teasing you. It was one of those rare moments where Gator felt generous. You’d take it. 

“Time is running out.” He uttered as he moved his hand from your cheek to rub his shaft a little. “One of two things will be happening right now, either I’m coming on your face, or you’re going to cum,” You were close. You needed this release before you carried on. Why did he have to tease you so much? 

“I’m close, so close.” Gator watched you as he thrust the dildo deep inside of you. “Come on then, for me.” He told you before he pushed it hard in once again. Gasping, you felt him hitting the right spot. The elastic band inside you snapped. “Shit, G-gator!” You stammered out as you tried to continue to rub your clit as he thrust the dildo inside of you. “Good girl.” He husked, his eyes fixated on the face you made as you orgasmed. 

His thumb moved up into your mouth while you came undone under him. He couldn’t stop smirking, enjoying how you unravelled under him. “That’s it, good girl.” He whispered, causing your body to shiver as he praised you. You’d never really been into praise until Gator. How he would tell you that you were good at doing things always made you melt. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high. Gator moved down your body and removed the dildo from your wet cunt. Turning it off, he threw it on the ground and looked at you. “Mine.” He whispered as he pulled off his mask and leaned down to capture your lips. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you kissed him back with a certain kind of hunger. He tasted of that awful vape he was constantly sucking on. Strawberry kiwi or whatever this week's flavour was. His tongue found its way into your mouth. A battle for dominance began inside your mouth, and you would let him win, as you always did. But at this moment, you just wanted to put up a fight. 

Pulling from the kiss, he moved his lips down to your neck. You knew what was coming. He did this every time you ended up in bed together. Gator would bite down on your neck, leave a mark to make it clear that you were his, even if you weren’t a couple. Gator liked to make men aware that you’d been with him. 

He bit into you like you were an apple. A moan fell from your lips as you felt his teeth sinking into your flesh. “Gator.” You whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt Gator suck and make sure that his teeth were nice and deep enough to leave a bruising mark. “Thank you.” You murmured as he pulled back and looked down at you. There was always a sense of pride when he did that. You have learnt to enjoy it. 

He smirked, as he pulled back a little to look down at you. These moments always make you feel like Little Red Riding Hood being looked at by the hungry big bad wolf. He was the big bad wolf, and you didn't mind when he huffed and puffed and ate you all up.

His hand moved down between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. With one crack of his hips he was inside you. The pair of you moaned in unison, him enjoying the way your walls hugged him tightly and you enjoying the way you felt so full when he was inside you.

“That's it, fuck yes.” He uttered as he looked at you. “I'm a winner, what am I?” Looking at him, you smiled, your hand moving to his cheek. “You're a winner.” You assured him and he nodded. “That's right!” He exclaimed as he began to move at a fast rough pace. “What am I?” He said with a moan. “A winner!” You cried out loudly as he pushed deep inside you.

His hands moved to take hold of your wrists, pinning you in place below him as he gazed at you. You knew what he wanted, what he needed to hear right now it was always the same. The boy with the desperate need for approval needed to hear he was doing a good job.

“Good boy, you're doing so good, that's it Gator. You fill me up so good.” You assured him as he thrust deep into you, moans escaped from both of you. A desperate need to be closer together.

You fought against his hands, wanting to hold him and be as close as possible. But he wasn't going to let you, not right now. “Who do you belong to?” He asked as he thrust inside you particularly hard. “Gator!” He smirked and nodded. “That's right, you belong to me.”

Gator finally let go of your wrists, you could feel the bruising already starting as he pulled you up and pushed back inside you hardly stopping. Burying his head between your breasts, you let out a loud moan as you began to ride him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding yourself close to him as his hands rested on your hips. Your chin brushing against his gelled hair, that was more crunchy than wet. He was keeping control, he always did unless he was feeling a certain way and then he'd demand you take control and words like Mama would fall from his lips. But not today, Gator wanted to be in charge.

You whined as he bottomed out inside you and sucked a mark in the valley between your breasts. “Gator!” You uttered breathlessly. “What am I?” He asked between your breasts. “A winner.” You told him as you became increasingly drunk on his cock, you felt almost dizzy as he increased the rhythm. He always felt so good inside you, truly a pleasure to feel.

“That's right.” Your hands moved down his back, slowly at first tracing over his freckles. You hug each little more that you could reach. He was so beautiful, even if there were some ugly parts inside him. But he had been made perfectly. You loved the way moles and freckles decorated his lightly tanned skin, you loved how deep his eyes were when you gazed into them. You could lose yourself in them if you weren't careful.

Your fingers moved up his back, slowly leaving barely even a trace that you had touched there. Reaching below his shoulders, your nails slowly start to dig in. Needing to mark him, just once. This of course caused Gator to stop moving, your eyes met each other. A small smirk spread across your lips, just once you'd like to mark him.

Smack!

You moaned loudly as his large hand connected with your ass cheek, it stung and throbbed but it felt good to the point you wanted more. “Do it again!” You couldn't help but moan, Gator smirked a little, his hand connecting again.

Smack! 

“Thank you!” You whined happily, the sting giving you pleasure and pain. “No marking, you know that.” You couldn't help but pout. “But I got marked up all pretty, just once?” Gator shook his head then pressed his lips to yours to take away the pout. “Not this time.”

His fingers dug into your hips as he began to thrust hard into you again. The pair of you kissed hungrily, teeth smacking against each other and moans escaping into each other's mouths. You thought this was how it was going to end tonight, riding him to orgasm. 

But he had other plans.

In just a couple of moves you were on your front with his large cock thrusting hard into you. His thumb pushed into your small little asshole as he began to thrust harder into you, he must've been getting close as his other hand found your clit and began to rub it as he thrust hard into you.

“Gator!” You moaned loudly, feeling yourself close to coming undone just from the extra touches he was giving you right now. “You're going to be a good girl, you're going to cum for me again against you!” He uttered breathlessly as his thumb pushed deep into you as his cock did. “You take me so well, good girl!” 

You weren't going to last much longer, the way he made you feel so full and sent waves of pleasure through you as he thrust in hard hitting the right spot was causing you to draw close to the edge. 

“I'm a winner.” You heard Gator, he was close too. He did this a lot, chanted that he was a winner as he drew close to orgasm. It was almost like winning a race for him. His thrusts became almost animalistic as he drew closer, they were harder, faster and you were close to losing control.

“I'm a fucking winner!” He yelled out loudly as his cock twitched inside you and started to spurt out strings of cum. “Gator!” You cried out your orgasm catching up with his just a second later. “That's it, cum for me!” Gator moaned as he used your orgasm to milk his cock.

You moved together for a few more minutes, milking all his seed from his cock inside of you before he slowly removed his thumb, and then removed his cock from inside you. Reaching down, he used two fingers to gather his cum that was seeping out of you. Bringing it round to your mouth he pushed them in.

“Show me how much of a winner I am.” He told you as he watched you lick his fingers clean, a small moan leaving his lips as he watched. “That's my good girl.” He whispered before lying down on the bed to catch his breath. 

Lying beside him you knew this moment wouldn't last long, there would be no hugs and no more kisses. They were reserved for sex and sex only. Glancing over at him, you could see his face glistening. He was so handsome, maybe one day you'd get to be more than friends with benefits.

Sighing gently, you watched him get up and start to get dressed, neither of you said anything. You just lay there watching him as he put his layers of clothing back on. Picking up his mask, he placed it on your nightstand to remind you of tonight. “I'll see you soon.” You said gently hoping for once he'd kiss you goodbye.

It was like he read your mind, as he finished putting on his sheriff's vest, he leaned down, your lips close together. “A word of advice sweetheart, you might want to make your basement secure, anyone could just walk in.” He winked, before straightening up and heading out of the room.

“Gator? Wait, what do you-?” You scrambled up, slipping on your robe as you ran out after him. “Gator!” Rushing downstairs, he left through the front door before you could reach him. “Shit.” You mumbled gently. Reaching for the door handle, you stopped as you realized something.

“How did he get in?” Turning around you noticed the basement door under the stairs wide open. Slowly approaching, you went to shut it, as you heard the faint yell of your favorite deputy somewhere outside. “I'm a winner!”

Tagging a few people who I hope wish to read it: @keerysfolklore @shescreamslikeachild @innocencemission @angst-lasagna @darleenjade @steveshairspray @halflifejess @chrrymunson @reidsbtch

[chiefdirector]

Conversing | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18

Damian Barrett moved the coins in his hands, rattling them back and forth as he waited for the seconds as they passed. He had been instructed to call at exactly 17:47, not a second sooner or late. He was to say a few words and hang-up. The call had to be short, and from a payphone. The Instructions had been very clear, he had no margin for error. 

He looked down to his cracked watch for the third time this minute, he only had 30 more seconds. His heart was pounding in his chest, so much so he could hear every thump after thump after thump. Taking a deep breath, he counted a few more seconds before slotting the coins, one by one, into the payphone and dialling the number he had memorised weeks ago.

He listened as the phone rang once, twice, three times before the recipient answered. “Hello, Damian. I am so glad to hear from you, and at the correct time too. Good boy.”

“I was arrested earlier, one of the cops, some girl detective or whatever, recognised my snake.” He said gruffly, trying to keep his voice quiet in such a public setting.

“And…?” The voice rang out, satisfied at the report so far.

“She seemed thrown off by it. Then they let me go, no charge.”

The voice laughed softly, so much so Damian wasn’t sure he had heard it. “Excellent. You did well.”

“Is that all you wanted from me? Are we even yet?” He snapped. 

Damian had been in business with the person behind the voice for a while. He had never seen their face or even learnt their first name. He was desperate one day when his phone rang, he took the offer, forever debiting himself to the faceless voice.

“Not quite,” The voice said before pausing for a moment. Damian nearly hung up the phone when they began to speak again. “Although, if you want to pay off some more of that debt, I have another job for you, relatively easy.”

“Easy?” He snapped, “Nothing is easy with you! I’ve just been arrested, and youre saying whatever comes next is easy.”

“Calm yourself, or I won’t be so nice next time. You’ve seen what happens when I decide that I want someone gone. It’s why I enlisted you of course. Besides, a child could do this job.”

Damian leant his head back, cursing everything he could think of. “Fine. What is it.”

“I need you to mail me something…”

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The payphone was found destroyed in the morning, the machine was smashed to bits. Local CCTV placed a hooded man waiting there for nearly half hour before taking a short phone call. 

It didn't take long for the case to wind up on Detective Bradford’s desk. Opening the file, her eyes cast down to the images captured by the surveillance camera. It was a little blurred, but once she focussed into the details, it was unmissable. A snake tattoo with bright red eyes.

Swiftly, she grabbed the file and images, weaving throughout the bull pen to Lopez’s desk. It took some restraint not to slam it down.

“Hey, I think we were right to be concerned about Barret.” She opened the file again, letting Angela look inside, “This wasn't long after he left here.”

Lopez picked up the file, flipping through the pages as (Y/N) had done only a few moments prior. “I think we need to go to Grey, this should be added to the reports. But that phone is smashed, you do know that we will have no record of anything dialled from there? It’s another loose end.”

“Yeah, I know, but it is something, more than we had at least.”

“It’s something to watch out for.”

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The crinkled paper felt familiarly rough under her fingers as she ran them along the pages. Ideally she wouldn’t have had to read books in such disrepair but you do not get many luxuries in prison, so she would take what she could get. Placing the book down, the prisoner sighed, laying down in her bed. 

She didn’t need a clock to know what the time was, she had spent years observing the routines of the days and the movements of the guards. She could practically tell what they ate for lunch at this point. It was a simple way to keep her mind occupied, death row wasn’t full of mental stimulation after all. She knew that in less than four minutes a guard, most likely Donovan, would be coming round with mail that had been pre read and searched for any kind of threat. 

They couldn’t be blamed, if anything she found it adorable. Their pathetic attempts to stop her communicating with the outside world. The prison should have known about her contraband phone and stationary, she did make it far too obvious after all. But then again, if someone doesn’t want to see something, it has a slight habit of not being noticeable. 

Two minutes. 

She could tell by the sound of the cart entering the corridor. It was a creaky old thing, one of the wheels tended to spin away from the others, making an awful screech when it was turned. It was a shame the prison was too cheap for a can of WD-40. It would’ve made her predictions a tad more challenging. 

Thirty seconds. 

She sat up again, straightening out the bright orange prison uniform she wore. She had always taken pride in her appearance and the uniform made no dent in that. Power was exerted from looks, and she would be damned if she didn’t keep a firm hold of the power. 

Ten seconds. 

Slowly she stood up, stretching her arms out, waiting for the door hatch to open

Five seconds... 

…four…

…three…

…two

The hatch slammed open, a parcel of torn open letters shoved through. As she had predicted, the voice of guard Donovan rang out before the hatch slammed shut again. “Rosalind Dyer, mail call.”

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[theecourtsjester]

One Piece Manga Review!

I’ve been wanting to go through One Piece again from the beginning because y’know. My love for this fiction cannot be contained. So I’m picking up the manga from the beginning and I wanna post about it! Why not!

I probably won’t post about each chapter as I go, but I wanna talk about chapter 1 in particular as it functions as an introduction to the roller coaster of storytelling we know One Piece as! There’s some good shit in there.

I first wanna talk about Roger.

He’s cool because y’know, he sets the tone for the entire rest of the series. Not just because he’s the first thing we see when we open the front page, but his impact is felt continuously in-universe. It’s cool thinking about this with all the future knowledge I’ve got because truly, I didn’t give a shit about Roger starting out. I’m sure that’s just a me thing, but I couldn’t have been paid to care about what this guy did or said until like Loguetown. But with context, I giggle and kick my little feet thinking about how he got here and everyone who was effected by it.

I love his existence as a faceless character of legend for a while, with nothing but the non-specific image of “pirate” to connect to him. It’s been so cool getting to know him through more backstory and meeting people who had relationships with him. He’s grown from a legend to like. My cool dead uncle everyone talks fondly about. I only get to love him through the lens of everyone who knew him before I got the chance to.

Anyway, moving on. Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy.

One of the most foundational pieces of little Luffy’s personality is that he’ll do just about anything to get someone to like him. So it makes total sense that our first impression of him is just that. His first act on screen is hurting himself to prove he’s worthy of being a companion. His desperation to be liked is simultaneously concerning and adorable. Love that little guy.

One of my favorite meaningful Luffy panels in this chapter is toward the end when Shanks’ crew rolls in to fight the mountain bandit guy. Shanks calls Luffy his friend and the face that little guy makes is just so 🥺. All he wants is for someone to like him.

It also always strikes me how short tempered little Luffy is! This whole chapter is a complication of Luffy being The Most Pissed a little boy could be, bro’s blood pressure has got to be through the roof. I’m tempted to say he’s grown out of it, but honestly, he still throws tantrums about the same sorta things nowadays. He’ll never figure out how to take the word ‘no’. I can’t even say I blame him though. Shanks was a PROFESSIONAL rage baiter. Worked a little too well. It’s fun to watch Luffy function entirely on spite, though. He’s most motivated by people telling him he can’t do something, because goddammit he’s gonna do whatever the hell he wants. He’s a free man.

Shanks is also such an interesting character upon introduction. Comparing this loud, goofy, emotional version of Shanks to the much more mellow guy we’re familiar with in the present is so crazy. It’s intentional, of course; he’s older, he’s wiser, he’s seen so many things that probably changed his entire outlook on life. But it’s insane. He’s like a totally different guy.

Shanks makes a lotta good faces this chapter. He’s so expressive, so silly. Bring this back fr.

Oda does a lot of telling rather than showing here. I think this remains true for a lot of the beginning of the story. I’m not sure if it’s an intentional choice, or if the guy was just trying to figure out his writing style, but I’m glad he doesn’t do much of that anymore. Moments and sentiments like these are much better appreciated when I don’t have someone in my ear saying it word for word with little room for interpretation.

I also took note of the difference in paneling! Right before reading this, I read chapter 1153 because I kept putting it off. The difference in visual storytelling between current One Piece and chapter 1 is wild. The art style alone is pretty different, but the flow of each panel, dialogue and narration boxes, etc. It’s like reading a different thing altogether.

This chapter introduces us to some of the most foundational/long lasting themes in One Piece. Friendship, carrying your dreams with you, keeping promises, perseverance, leadership, etc. These ideas come up alllllllll the time and it’s sick to see so many things introduced in just one chapter.

Okay bye.

[samazing0831]

This Time, Stay - Dean Winchester x Reader SMUT - MDNI

MDNI

1.7k words

You were done waiting. Years of emotional whiplash and unspoken tension with Dean had finally reached a breaking point. But just when you're ready to walk out for good, Dean stops you - with words you never thought you'd hear and a promise he's never been brave enough to make. What begins with anger and heartbreak ends in confession, forgiveness... and one hell of a night.

Angst, Smut, Emotional Confession

MDNI!!!

Dean stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching as you shoved clothes into your duffel bag with quick, sharp movements. Each zip of fabric against fabric sounded louder than the last, like a countdown. His stomach twisted, a sinking weight settling deep in his chest. He’d seen people leave before. He was used to it. But not you. Never you.

“C’mon, don’t do this,” he said, voice rough, hesitant - like he already knew it wouldn’t be enough.

You didn’t pause. You just kept packing, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the wall behind him. “You don’t get to ask me that,” you snapped, zipping the bag up with finality. “Not after everything. Not after all the times you pushed me away like I didn’t matter - like what we have doesn’t matter.”

Dean exhaled sharply, raking a hand down his face. The urge to argue rose in his throat, but he couldn’t find the words. He wanted to tell you that you did matter - more than he could explain - but he knew better than anyone that actions spoke louder than words. And his had been screaming the wrong things for far too long.

“Where the hell are you even gonna go?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Anywhere but here,” you said as you slung the bag over your shoulder. “I can’t keep waiting for you to figure out what you want. I deserve better than that.”

The words hit harder than any punch he’d ever taken in his life. He took a step forward, heart pounding.

“You really think I don’t know that?” he asked, desperation creeping into his tone. “I know you should’ve walked away a long time ago. But I also know that I-” He stopped, jaw locking tight as he shook his head, overwhelmed by the weight of everything he never said.

You stared at him, waiting, hoping. But silence settled in the space between you like a verdict.

“That’s what I thought,” you whispered.

You started to move past him, but Dean reached out, his hand catching your wrist - not tight, not forceful, just enough to make you stop. Just enough to make you turn around.

“I love you,” he said, the words tumbling out like they’d been trying to claw their way out for years. “I love you, okay? And yeah, maybe I’m a damn coward for not saying it sooner, but I can’t -” He broke off, shaking his head like he couldn’t breathe. “I can’t watch you walk away. I won’t.”

His eyes, usually so guarded, were raw now. Open in a way you’d never seen. It hit you then - Dean Winchester wasn’t afraid of monsters. He was afraid of this. Of you. Of losing something that actually meant something.

“I don’t know, Dean,” you said quietly. “You don’t know the torture I’ve been through - seeing you bring girl after girl into motel rooms, or back to the bunker, acting like none of it mattered. Or that year you were with Lisa and Ben while Sam was in literal Hell.” You dropped your bag with a heavy thud, hands curling into fists at your sides. “You can’t tell me you love me now, after knowing how I felt all this time. Why now? Why not years ago? I just… I want to be wanted, Dean.”

Dean flinched, your words landing like a physical blow. He looked away, guilt carved deep into every line of his face.

“I know I don’t get to just say a few words and make all of that go away,” he said. “And I sure as hell don’t deserve a second chance. But don’t you get it? That’s why I never said anything. Because you do matter to me. So much it scared the hell out of me.”

He laughed bitterly. “Everything I love gets taken away. Everything I care about, the universe turns into a weapon. Wanting you - loving you - felt like begging for another target on my back. But that’s no excuse. Not anymore.”

He stepped forward, voice softer now. “If you need me to prove it, I will. I’ll fight for this. I’ll fight for you. I just… I need to know there’s still a chance.”

You searched his face for lies, for any trace of manipulation. “You’re not just saying this to keep me here, are you?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“No,” Dean said without hesitation. He held your gaze, steady and sure. “This isn’t a trick. I mean it. I want you. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that - if you let me.”

You felt the walls around your heart soften, just a little. “Just because I’m not leaving doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Dean nodded, that tiny flicker of hope brightening his eyes. “Yeah. I get it. I just need the chance to make it right.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours like he was asking permission to be close again. “So… what now?”

You smiled faintly. “Well… if I were you, I’d probably kiss me right now.”

Dean huffed a laugh and didn’t waste another second. His hands slid to your waist, and then his lips were on yours - not rough, not desperate - just right. Steady. Real. Like he finally knew what he wanted.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Damn. Should’ve done that a long time ago.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Alright, smartass,” he muttered with a smirk. “Guess I deserved that one.”

He looked at your, something serious blooming behind his grin. “So, uh… where do we go from here?”

You raised an eyebrow, your smile taking on a more wicked curve. “The bedroom?”

Dean blinked, then chuckled low in his throat. “Damn, sweetheart, you don’t waste any time, do you?”

His hands tightened at your hips as he tugged you closer, lips brushing your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You shivered, his voice and touch igniting something hot and electric beneath your skin.

You shivered, his voice and touch igniting something hot and electric beneath your skin.

“Then show me,” you murmured.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

You barely made it down the hall before his mouth was on yours again—hungrier, rougher this time. Dean kissed you like a man starved, all the years of tension unraveling in the space between heartbeats. His hands were everywhere - gripping your waist, threading through your hair, tugging you flush against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance.

You gasped into his mouth as he walked you backward, guiding you down the hall like muscle memory, like he’d dreamed about this exact moment so many times that he didn’t even have to think. And maybe he had.

By the time your knees hit the edge of the bed, your shirt was on the floor, and his mouth had made a slow, maddening trail down your neck. He lowered you onto the mattress with a careful kind of reverence, like he was still afraid you’d disappear.

“Still sure about this?” he asked, voice low and gravelly, hovering above you, his eyes searching yours one last time.

You reached up and curled your fingers into his shirt. “Dean. I’m already naked from the waist up.”

He smirked, dipping his head to your chest. “Yeah, just checking.”

He made quick work of the rest of your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly as his own followed. You took a second to drink him in - broad shoulders, firm muscles, a few scattered scars that you suddenly ached to know the stories behind - not that you didn’t know them already.

Then his mouth was on your skin again, warm and purposeful - kissing, licking, biting just enough to make you gasp. He took his time like he had something to prove. Maybe he did.

His hands were strong but patient, sliding between your thighs, teasing with slow, torturous precision. You bucked up against his touch, shameless now, needy in a way you hadn’t let yourself be around him before.

“Dean - please,” you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Say what you want, sweethearts,” he murmured against the inside of your thigh, his voice dark and amused. “I’m listening.”

“You. I want you.”

That was all it took. In the next breath, he was kissing you again, rough and hungry, lining himself up with a low, satisfied growl. And when he finally pushed into you - slow, deep, stretching you just right - you both let out the kind of sound that belonged behind locked doors.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck, holding still for a second like he was overwhelmed by just being inside you. “You feel like a goddamn dream.”

You moaned his name as he began to move, every thrust hitting deep, sending sparks racing up your spine. He was relentless - rolling his hips like he knew exactly how to ruin you and was determined to do it slowly.

One of his hands tangled in yours above your head. The other dragged down your body, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher around his waist, changing the angle just enough to make your vision blur.

“Look at me,” he rasped. “Wanna see you fall apart for me.”

You did. Over and over, until your moans echoed off the bunker walls, until his name was the only thing you could remember how to say. Until your whole world narrowed down to the slide of his body against yours and the filthy promises he whispered into your ear between kisses.

And when he came - hard, deep, with a guttural sound that shook something inside you - he held you like he never wanted to let go. Like maybe now that he’d finally said the words, finally touched you like this, he couldn’t let go.

The room was quiet afterward, just the sound of your breathing, tangled sheets, slick skin, and the soft creak of the bed beneath you.

Dean brushed damp hair from your forehead and kissed your temple, his voice quieter now, but still thick with emotion.

“I told you,” he murmured, curling around you. “I’m not letting you go.”

You closed your eyes, finally warm, finally safe.

“Good,” you whispered back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[jenyifer]

Dead Friend Forever ep 12 initial reaction

It’s over am I happy? Not particularly. It is interesting though. Let’s go over it and then I’ll make my rating post for the whole series

Disclaimer upfront I get triggered by blood so I did watch some scenes with my hands covering the top of the scene so maybe I missed things.

Okay so let’s get into the ep

I find it interesting that Top, Jin, and Fluke all include their ‘friends’ in their hallucinations. While White, Phee, Tee are more self solo focused. I imagine if Por was alive his nightmare scenario would be group based because he wanted to be cool or if it was solo maybe it would be man he’s a really big asshole personality wise. Probably good he didn’t live to this last scene would have been redundant or abhorrent.

So Fluke was afraid of being bullied by Top and Tee. He never really felt a hundred percent with the group. I find it telling that Por and Non convince him to take his eyes out because people felt like he had no guilt for both of their deaths. Realistically if Fluke had stood up to Top and Tee when the camera got broken I do think because Fluke and Por were good friends Por might have believed Fluke over Top but maybe not. Por was an asshole. But him doing anything in the other scenes won’t have really helped. He didn’t have any power in the group dynamic. He wasn’t even particularly close to Jin the reason they both found non and the teacher was because they were in the same class.

I started to get suspicious we might be in dream sess for Top’s he’ll scape. 1 idk how he is still alive 2 he’s still very much on drugs anyways. Also the fear of being betrayed by his friends them not listening to him was an interesting motivation. We saying top was a people pleaser I guess? Idk I wanted more from his character. Did find it poetic he and Fluke offed each other when their fears were so routed in their friendships their bonds. Then that’s what threw them down the stairs.

Tee 😭😭😭😭 even in the nightmare trying to help Non over and over trying to give him hope. Trying to do all that he could. Trapped and trying his best. Shows that he deeply fundamentally didn’t want to be a bad guy. A caged animal tortured animal doesn’t run when you open the cage you have to show it the way out first. I think Tee was hoping seeing Non escape would mean he could go for his freedom too. I cried during his and White’s scene. Also how beautiful are they? I hope Tee survives

Once again I think something bad happened to White to make him feel like he’s dirty that he’s automatically a slut for making friends. Yes Tee gets jealous but I won’t say it’s abnormally so White puts that pressure on himself. He desperately wanted to be Tee’s above all else a very sweet motivator. I once again cried watching what happened. I’m glad Tan had second doubts about his death at least.

Jin stalker/unhealthy obsession? Idk it’s just what the TV imagery and the cell phones make me think of Because my mind goes to BTS Suga’s solo MV for Shadow. Jin’s certainly ashamed of what he did. He also had his friends in there saying he was scared they’d hate me. Very interesting. Jin is MAJORLY insecure. He values his perception and hates who he really is and the pleasure he desires. I was disappointed to see him still alive but then again if he had that injury I was curious if he would survive just based on blood loss to the hospital. Really really hated the visuals on that so… maybe I missed something

Found it heartbreaking that New’s Non was a good little brother. Ugh I can’t imagine losing my sister and this scene really hurts. That New has done all this shit but deep down he knows what New really felt about him and New’s scared he’s done the wrong thing.

Found it sus we see New die of a gut injury when the shot hit his shoulder. But was sweet that Non came back to thank him in his head. A good end although doubting it happened.

Wow Jin being the human one in this scene of the future. I guess he’d be an idealized version of Jin.

Uhhhhh yes? In that Tee would need to accept what happened and seek help. But also no? Phee showing his double standard here. Phee didn’t you just learn you would have been there for Non if you could? Well if Tee was suffering like that Phee you should visit him even if it’s hard it’d be his duty. Phee is partly responsible for what happened. Phee you can care about people you ain’t fucking and or their family members. It’s okay to have friends naturally and support them.

Season 2!!!! Big reveal? So how much of this ep was a dream?? Whole thing? From when new used the gas? I also wonder would New’s protections for himself actually work? Yes he has those cure smoke things but the nightmare stuff is still in everything. I would like it if maybe Non had survived and some how drugged them all? I don’t think he did but 9th person Mr Keng? Non? White? Steps in and all of this outcome has been Phee’s interpretation of the truth ep 12? Maybe idk. I can’t wait for season 2

[spicykat9]

Got a Secret, Can You Keep It?

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 940

Read on AO3

Chapter 6

Silence. Or what felt like silence to the static in Ludwig’s ears as he walked next to Arthur. He didn't know what to do with his hands, clasping them behind his back, then letting them fall to the side, then repeating the first position.

“We’re…We’re still friends, right?” Ludwig asked softly.

Arthur laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “For someone who’s going to be some sharp engineer one day, you still don’t get it.”

“Arthur, I get this whole situation is weird. And I am ready to give you whatever space you need. But you have to tell me instead of getting all huffy.”

Arthur was quiet for a moment. “I…I can’t.”

Ludwig grabbed Arthur’s arm, forcing him to stop. Arthur tensed under his grip. Ludwig pulled Arthur towards him, the force spinning the man to face him.

Despite the hard look Arthur was giving him, his cheeks were bright red. There was something in those eyes of him. Desperation almost? Ludwig couldn’t say for sure. Arthur was…trembling.

“What’s the matter?” Ludwig asked, hold loosening slightly.

“I don’t want to ruin anything…”

“Arthur, if you don’t tell me, we won’t be able to fix this.”

Arthur looked away and took a deep breath. “So…You said you liked my videos right? And don’t get apologetic or over-explain. Yes or no?”

Ludwig straightened up. “I…Yes. I–”

“Don’t start.” Arthur took in another breath. “Do you…Were you…Are you…God. What are your feelings towards me? Knowing that I…That you’ve been…”

“I…I don’t know. I…I think you look great right now.” Ludwig couldn’t help but look his friend up and down. Even with a trench coat on, his calves were still bare and visible. Thin but with a nice curve thanks to all their working out together. Was it weird to find that attractive?

“You…Um…always looked great I guess” Ludwig continued, snapping his attention back to Arthur's face. “B-But I don’t mean–And there isn’t any hiding that I liked your videos, which has to mean something. And it hurt when we…when I pushed you away and when you started avoiding me. It could just be platonic but…”

Arthur rested his hand on top of Ludwig’s. “Can I…try something?”

Ludwig’s cheeks were set ablaze, his gaze drifting to Arthur’s lips as he crept closer. “Sure,” Ludwig breathed.

Distance closed, Arthur brushed his lips against Ludwig’s. You could barely call it a kiss. But Ludwig still stumbled slightly when it ended after a few short seconds.

“I…I’ve liked you for a while now." Arthur looked away. "More than a friend. Why do you think I have been fretting over you so much?”

“Friends do–”

“Yes, yes friends do but…I don’t know. I thought I was obvious. and you just weren’t interested, so I never said anything. So when you said you watched my videos I was hoping…maybe…I had a chance.”

“Arthur…”

“But if it was only a sexual thing. I get that too.”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

Ludwig grabbed Arthur’s hand, bringing them to his own cheeks. “Do it again.”

“O…kay…”

Arthur leaned in again, thumbs stroking Ludwig's cheeks before his hands moved down to fist Ludwig’s jacket in a death grip. Kissing longer. He pushed into Ludwig. Ludwig stumbled back, the wall of a building catching him and keeping him upright. Arms wrapped around Arthur’s waist, stabilizing the two as their lips collided in hunger. Tongues twirled together. Bodies pressed together as close as possible.

Ludwig was left dizzy when Arthur pulled away.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that,” Arthur laughed, going back to cradling Ludwig’s face.

“If I’m honest…I was thinking about it too since you opened the door…looking like this.”

Arthur smirked. “Is that so?”

Ludwig nodded shyly.

Arthur grinned widely, his whole face glowing, but slowly it became a scowl. “Fuck. If I didn’t have work, I’d take you somewhere nice and…”

“And…”

Arthur scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face. “That may be moving too quickly.”

Ludwig’s cheeks heated up, mind immediately going to the gutter. All the scenes he had just watched in the videos, he could now carry out, in real life, with the very man who starred in them. A man he trusted deeply. But Arthur was right. If they were going down this path, they needed to do it right. With Arthur, he didn’t want this to just be a short-term thing or something solely based on lust.

Timidly, Ludwig took Arthur’s hands, squeezing them. “Well…Perhaps after…You could come to my house. We can get take away. See where the rest of the night takes us?”

Arthur smirked, lifting Ludwig’s hands to his lips and kissing them. “I look forward to it.”

Keeping hold of one of the hands, Arthur tugged Ludwig along as they continued on their way to the studio.

It was a little brick place with its entrance down an alleyway just before you reached the end of Main Street. It wasn’t one of the creepy, dark alleyways. After all, Francis always had to add a touch of flare, and that usually meant bright lights. But it also kept his employees safe combined with the security cameras that kept watch.

Ludwig pulled his hand away. “I…guess I should be going now.”

“You could always…come in…and wait?”

Ludwig blushed slightly, stepping back.

Arthur let out an awkward laugh. “Too much?”

“A little.”

Arthur’s cheeks were red too, making Ludwig feel a little less uneasy. Arthur caressed Ludwig’s cheek softly. Up on his toes, he kissed Ludwig’s cheek sweetly, a complete 180 from the words that just left his mouth before.

Ludwig didn’t want to leave that tender touch.