#omg its unedited i

[ghilan-maim]

15 for your inquisitor & their love interest? 🫶

15. soothing kisses ty ty! i'll be using my girl ellora lavellan and her man solas during the inquisition era, specifically after clan lavellan is wiped out!

this got away from me and is messy 700+ words that i pulled outta my ass in like the 30 minutes since i saw this so please take that with a grain of salt i havent written in a hot minute!

Her veins are alight—even more than when she has lightning crackling at her fingertips. It had been a rush of bone-deep frigidity before fury burned her to a sweltering heat. Her clan was dead, and sadness and tears would come in the wake of anger. It has, after all, always been the easiest of her emotions to wrangle. It shook through her fingertips as she flitted around her room in Skyhold, packing things here and there for a trip to Wycome.

Deshanna never taught her retribution, but she had learned it anyways. She can almost hear the ghostly whisper of her mentor telling her to cool her rage for who would it serve, how would it benefit the People. It means little to her, now. Her people were dead and gone now—what care did she need to have for the benefits of revenge when it would sooth her so completely?

She’d been meant to lead them, one day. Raised to shepherd them as Deshanna always had. But they were gone now—stolen, as so many elven lives have been.  It seemed a constant throughout history that her people were meant to suffer.

But now, she had power. She had the divine blessing of a dead woman she had no faith in. Who would question the herald of their beloved Andraste in doling out righteous justice? She angrily wipes at the wetness on her ruddy cheeks. Tears had never served her, but they certainly loved to taunt her. Always there at even a brush of strong emotion, disarming and distracting enough that she did not hear her vhenan until he’s just over her shoulder, a cool hand making her pause.

“Don’t.” She chokes out. There might have been a time when she’d have sent him away completely—where his wisdom and his calm would have done nothing more but see her oppose it at every turn. She didn’t have the energy to test him this time, to needle at him in a way that mirrored her earliest dismay towards him.

No, she simply lets her shoulders slump as he turns her to face him, white lashes tacky with tears and violet eyes blooming red. She’s a pitiful sight, one that she’d have liked to shield him from, but his eyes take her in with just as much awe as they ever do. He looks at her as if he can’t quite believe what he’s looking at, and she’s never sure how to feel about it.

“Vhenan,” He says the diminutive softly, his hands reaching for her cheeks as if she’s a spooked halla likely to bolt at any given reason.

“They deserve to pay, Solas.” Her throat is tight, and his brow furrows to match it. “Those shemlen hunted like animals! What use is being the herald of their Makers bride if I can’t use that power to get justice?” Her voice is a furious hiss, breathless for her tears but no less filled with conviction. She doesn’t want comfort, doesn’t want to give him the chance to talk her down. But her eyes flutter shut to the sensation of his thumbs gently wiping around them and she sways into him, clutching the fabric of his tunic and trying to keep her sobs in with a trembling lip.

“Yes, but do you deserve the burden of their blood on your hands?” He says with that insurmountable sadness that she’s noticed before—maybe one day she’ll know its source. For the moment, she is too busy fighting against herself and the comfort he offers, releasing her grip on his tunic to grab his wrists and move herself from his grasp. But when her eyes open again and the tears clear away, the look in his eyes makes her crumble.

She’s buried her face into his chest and let her grief shake through her bones, one anguished cry as he holds her close—not like something delicate and broken, never that, but with a firmness that anchors her to the moment, to him, to herself and all the regrets he knows would follow her rash plans. He whispers sweet nothings to her between kisses to her temple, across her hair.

His lips are a balm but hardly a cure, each soft touch that jostles at her crown sending a soothing shiver down her spine.

When she opens her eyes again, it’s to a dream much more pleasant than reality.

[tyunningism]

Campus Sweetheart !!

── .✦ pairing: c.sb + k.th

Transitioning from your uni dorm as a first year is all over the place, watching your card depleting itself of its last dimes and being fired from your only job is the last thing you'd hope for. Don't worry though, it just so happens to reach your ears that there's a flat looking for a new roommate for a hell of a deal. ♡︎

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...

..in simple words.. ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴏʙɪɴ

ᝰ.ᐟ wc - 4.6k words

part 2? Read here !!

mentions!! and warnings!! - Smut , alcohol consumption + partying, slight dubcon( both reader and soobin are slightly drunk)if you squint..., corruption kink, slight dacryphilia, exhibitionism, hickeys, slight voyeurism, dry humping, perv!soobin, reader is a virgin, bunch of filth you get the idea, minor rest of txt mentions. This first part is centred around soobin and reader, part 2 will revolve around tyun xx

tyunningism's note: first fic i've decided to post, went on a big tangent to write about this duo and will never live it down xoxo unedited so might have typos etc.

You've never been more screwed in your 19 years of living..like ever. It just so happened to be that the moment you were fired from some shitty overpriced clothing store across campus which was 'overstaffed', the girls' dorm board were now chasing you up to pay rent! (which is overly expensive as well and can't be paid off now that you're sacked...). You unlock your phone to check what's left in your balance after you went out shopping for cute trinkets of your fav characters, nerdy figurines and a whole closet worth of pink cotton vests.. and oh you are doomed.

Immediately you're skimming through your apps to message the girls you've been essentially rooming with for at least a semester now; typing out a huge paragraph with hundreds of typos as you try to explain your dire situation.

And soon enough the group chat is flooding with questions and voice notes from Giselle and Chaewon.

Chaewonnie 🍒: What the actual FUCK are you on about right now?! You're telling me that creep of a manager sacked you and now you can't stay in the dorms anymore? Gis<3: ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:07 this dorm is shit anyways for 500 dollars a month you saved yourself lmfao Chaewonnie 🍒: Omg not the time gigi... i'll pay for rent until you're back on your feet k? 😟 You: Chaeee :(( It's okay don't. I'll look around for something cheaper i doubt i can continue paying that much anyways even with a job :(( Gis<3: Look on the forum bb, there might be someone leasing out a place that's decent?? If not Chae and I'll just sneak you in anyways.

Your ears perk up at Giselle's idea, quickly sending a bunch of sentimental messages about visiting even after you move out of the dorms before going on to the University forum.

As much as you'd hate to admit, Giselle and Chaewon are complete polar opposites to you. While they're out partying and crashing at some random frat party you're in the dorms alone most of the time keeping on top of assignments or watching cheesy romcoms, even walking around with them made you feel out of place. It doesn't help that your clothes are all frilly and covered standing next to Giselle who wears short tops to accentuate her curves and chest, it's ridiculous really- the stark difference between you two.

A certain post knocks you out of your thoughts as you skim across it:

"Looking for a roommte renting this room for chaep. Call xxx-xxxx-0304"

Anyone can tell that whoever posted this didn't give two shits about renting out the small room with such half assed spelling and it didn't help that the profile was completely anonymous and blank either. But the $200 deal for a month was an absolute steal for what the photos showed, a single room with a bathroom and walk in closet.. how the fuck has no one else snatched up this offer!?

You dial the number and chew on the plump fat of your bottom lip, fingers fiddling with the hems of your sweater and your feet uncomfortably shuffling on the concrete ground.

" Hello?"

There's a moment of silence before your speak up and fuck if your nerves weren't on edge right now you could definitely have saved yourself some embarrassment.

" Uhm..so I saw the post about the roommate thing.. is that still open?"

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It's been about two months since you've moved in; you're still prying around shyly begging to avoid any attention towards you from who you've learnt to be Soobin and Taehyun. And if you thought you stuck out like a sore thumb back at the girls' dorms you were sure to stand out jarringly now with your pink and beige skirts and lace tops next to their baggy jeans worn from heel-bite and oversized zip ups >.<

Something else you weren't expecting were that the two men were devilishly handsome and alluring, obscenely so. Soobin's towering height and dimples which enhanced his smile had completely smote you in the face with shock when he opened the door to greet you, but despite his sincerity, Taehyun wasn't so warm and welcoming.

"Where are you going now?" Taehyun pries, noticing your unwanted presence in the open living room. It's a struggle to not stutter and suffocate under the tension in the air when he confronts you with his usual downgrading tone; his gaze belittling and sly as he quirks a brow at you.

"The small trinket store by campus. Do you wanna come with?"

He scoffs at your statement and laughs almost sarcastically enough to cause heat to rise up to your cheeks, trying to fiddle with your clothes to hide your own shame. He's mocking you you figure and you realise you might've stepped over the line by asking him to go with you on your silly trip- especially knowing he's never been keener to nitpick at you, finding great entertainment in your reactions.

"I'm not being caught with childish shit like that. I'm sure that perv 'll go with you in a heart beat if you suck him off though..." He chuckles at his own sick joke causing Soobin to choke on his drink only to whip his head towards him at his accusations a bit too fast for his own sake.

"Yeah right. If you want to call me the perv i'm sure she'd want to know what you were up to last night," Soobin's prying remark shifts the mood causing the air becomes thicker while you stay silent- still fiddling with your clothes refusing to make eye contact and still completely 'new' to the open talk about their own perverse lives. With the two men staring directly at you, their topic of conversation, you can't help but feel nervous and heated, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were starting to get wet other wise you'd opt to fall into a ditch and die. They're just two men still feeling stuck in puberty and your roommates you've barely gotten used to over the two months, you'd be lying if you didn't feel dirty for drooling so shamelessly about the way they talk about their own fantasies with you. You're quickly dismissed off your thoughts by Soobin's soft comment, "Angel if you really wanted someone to accompany you next time jus' come straight to me yeah? Come on i'll drop you off wherever", completely different in manner to what he was accused of previously.

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You hate to admit that Soobin's a fucking saint but staring at the limited edition figurine which he placed in your hands with a shit eating grin on his face you can only obsess and geek silently. You gaze up at him with near tears of gratitude in your eyes- not wasting any time in wrapping your arms around his large build out of instinct- completely forgetting that he wasn't Giselle or Chaewon. How on earth did you manage to score a roommate like him?!

"Soobin," your bottom lip juts out in to an unintentional pout. "You didn't have to, this isn't..are you- are you sure I can have this?"

The taller male's grin only widens at your words before leaning down to whisper in to your ear slyly;

"Knew you'd like this one. Just consider it as a late welcoming gift, for our new roommate after all." His grin only widens as he snakes his hand around the back of your waist, hands teasingly slipping under your shirt to brush against your bare skin. The action alone has you struggling to compose your self before he stops, humming to himself as he walks off to gawk at some of the more revealing figurines, leaving you dumbfounded and hot, toying with your senses and your head as you follow dumbly behind >,<

The ride home is silent apart from the soft humming escaping from Soobin's lips. His finger, which found refuge on the flesh of your thigh tapped rhythmically to the music playing from the speaker of his car, every now and then he'd inch closer up your thigh before backing down again and god does it make your head spin.

And fuck if you couldn't realise it sooner Soobin was cute, really cute. The glasses slipping down his nose and the rosy hue dusting his cheeks, bangs framing his face, thick fingers steering the wheel which made you burn up feverishly every time you tried to take a tiny peek.Little did you know he's been aware this whole time about your fleeting glances- and he can't help but bite back on his lips when blood threatens to rush towards his dick right in front of his clumsy little roommate !! He knows he's sick and twisted- but who can blame him when he's got a girl as adorable as you in his passenger seat right now??

He even makes sure you walk in front of him up the stairs to your apartment as well, under the guise of 'being able to catch you incase you fall from the steep steps, maintaining enough distance so he could oggle at the imprint of your folds on your panties under your skirt. There was something so sinister about seeing what you were hiding under those flimsy skirts, your cute cotton panties flashed on display directly for his eyes. He almost wants to believe you do these small things to tempt him on purpose, but his adorable little roommate would never be so dirty would she? Soobin's bad, a bad man who's sick in the head for thinking so nastily about what he wants to do to you, he doubts you've even orgasmed before, but no worries because why else would you have Soobin except to teach you?? >,<

And it's not like he's never openly expressed his sexual needs before. With Taehyun in the room he speaks filthily about the Hentai Heeseung shared with him last week that he beat to like a wild man thinking you couldn't hear from your 'soundproofed' rooms, or about the girl Taehyun had over the night before who looked almost a bit too much like you, and the hundreds of porn magazines he has strewn across his room that he attempts to kick under his bed when you knock on his door which you choose to ignore when you enter. You always shy away when the two of them start any sort of sex talk in front of you, he notices it and he's sure Taehyun does too. It's laughable how much of a virgin you are- rubbing your thighs together uncomfortably for any sort of friction before you're excusing yourself shortly to disappear behind the door of your room. He's always adoring how vulnerable and innocent you are, poor you, you don't even know how to make yourself feel good when you listen in secretly on those conversations; the new feeling soaking your panties and soiling them, can't help but feel so dirty :((

Taehyun's no help either, casually walking in to your room when you're clad in nothing but your lace bra and panties before bed, always sneaking in a snark comment about your choice in underclothes which makes you want to melt on the spot out of humiliation. There are times where he'll come back from his trip to the gym with sweat glistening along his forehead and collar bones- Oh.. and he's shameless about it too, openly stripping off his wife beater to toss it in the pile of dirty laundry before making his way next to you on the couch, eyes desperately searching for a reaction on your shying gaze to which he's never let down.

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A confused expression floods your face as you search for the underwear you swore you put in the tumbler to wash. What started as a drawer stacked with your garments ended up with less than half of what it was to begin with. You're utterly lost, and devastated that your favourite pair have now seemed to have gone missing and you doubt Soobin or Taehyun could've mistaken your lacy pink panties for theirs. And in a state of panic you hurriedly ask to who you thought was in the living room,

"Hey Taehyun you haven't seen my underwear or anything lying around have you? I swear I put them in to wash two days ago andnowIcan'tfi-" you complain before opening your eyes wide in shock realising you've just announced your dilemma to not only Taehyun but his shitload of friends too, "Oh my God I'm sososo sorry I didn't know your friends were over ughhh." You groan in defeat feeling your face burn in humiliation.

"Woah what the fuck Taehyun?? You never told me you were keeping a hot chick here?" A brunette gasps almost over-dramatically breaking the silence in the air, immediately combing through his hair with his calloused fingers in an attempt to impress you in even the slightest way.

"First of all Beomgyu, that's my roommate. Second of all she'd never let you hit with all that weird shit you're in to geez."

Taehyun's remark sends the room into an outburst of laughter at who you were assuming to be Beomgyu, now bickering vulgarly with a guy with faded blue box dyed hair, his features strikingly foreign and appealing to your eyes before you snap back in to reality again.

"There's nothing weird in being pegged- that Sophomore Mina from Jaehyun's party let me-"

"She wouldn't let you or Taehyun hit, the nonchalant act will never get him laid pfft. Look you've got her all flustered now," your eyes flicker to the guy who purred, manspreading in jeans a size or two too big for him, a smirk plastered across his face. He beckons you to come over with two fingers, amused at your hesitance and meek posture. He whispers temptingly in to your ear. " 'm hosting a party at Kai and I's frat next Saturday, wanna see you there at 7pm m'kay?"

You swallow and look over at Taehyun as if you were searching for consent despite not needing it, his sigh indicates you to nod obediently making the seductive man chuckle at your eagerness. His tongue glazing over his lips as he studies your skimpy pajamas with cute patterns of your favourite character. The voice notes Soobin sent were right, you were irresistible.

"Slot in your number yeah? Make sure you've got Soobin or Taehyun to bring you." he purrs once again but lower this time, his flirting only makes the cold male grimace,

"Your intentions are as clear as day you whore."

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It's three hours before the party and you're scrambling through your closet to search for something redeemable to wear. You've never been the type to go to parties and now you're regretting your abstinence looking at the girly skirts and cardigans laid out in front of you. There's nothing sexy about your clothes which frustrates you out of your mind !! If there were anyone to save you right now it would be Chaewon and Giselle...

You: Can I come over?? Need something to wear to a party but all my clothes feel out of place yk?? :((

Chaewonnie🍓: AGHH my baby i've missed you sm come over right now, the new girl who moved in is such a bitch I'm glad she's working tongiht.

Gis<3: Stop I've been waiting for this forevrrrr omgggg come over rn I bought this new dress its gnna look so hot on you trust

Chaewonnie🍓: Wait.. isn't it Heeseungie's frat that's hosting a party today? Gosh when did you get to know him??!!

You: Heeseungie??? i got invited by one of my roommates friends.. Yeonjun... I think??

Gis<3: You're kidding.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

L/N. Y/N.

Within seconds of you arriving at the dorms Chaewon is tugging on your hair curling it in to all sorts of twists and curls and pinning it all over your head. Giselle's applying mascara over your lashes which dry out your eyes like hell, dabbing your face with her new foundation cushion and spritzing her expensive mist all over your skin. But it's worth it because looking in the mirror you're in awe at the power and skills Giselle and Chaewon have, you look hot, and you're sure your girls can see the newfound pride in you too.

Until Giselle decides to squeeze you in to a short velvet strap dress Completely bare at the back to reveal your spine and riding up the top of your thigh dangerously, low cut and flush against your chest which makes your cheeks burn just thinking about wearing something so scandalous in front of everyone.

"I don't know guys- don't you think it's too much..?" you worry, not entirely used to clothes feeling so tight yet flimsy on you, like it would come apart in seconds.

"You look hot trust u-"

Ding- Dong

The ring of the doorbell triggers Chaewon to audibly shriek and drag you along to the door before pulling the door wide open for a dressed up Taehyun to admire. You don't miss the way his huge eyes widen even more before landing on the way your dress is snug at your hips down to your thighs; there's no escape from his predatory gaze no matter how much you try to shy away and hide behind Chaewon.

" What? Don't you like it mr. nonchalant?? We've got her all dolled up for you~" Giselle winks before shoving you out the door and slamming it with a giggle leaving you to deal with the tension in the air. You can barely hear the man visibly eyeing you up and down muttering a small "fuck" before he coughs almost animatedly, gripping his fingers around your wrists so hard his knuckled bared white and in to the car park- a small tinge of red blushing the tips of your ears. There was something so rewarding seeing him break down his usually cold demeanour (which would usually be picking at you by now) to shut up and swallow down all the things he has to say, and you couldn't be more right. Fuck if Taehyun had the guts to he wouldn't waste any time rushing you in to the backseat of his porsche, slamming you against the cold windows until your skin burns from the cold before breaking off the straps of your skimpy dress. He'd go slack-jawed just watching the way his cock would be sucked in so vulgarly by your virgin cunt, juices dripping down the valley of your thighs and all over his expensive car seat, thighs quivering and clenching around the thick veins of his dick before he's slamming in to you relentlessly again, shoving two of his finger drenched in your slick in to your warm mouth to keep you quiet 'shut up will you hm? Don't want the entire dorm hearing how big of a slut you are getting off your roommates cock do you?' he'd be so mean, so turned on at you gagging 'round his fingers with fat tears stinging in the corner of your eyes. He'd be a goner the moment you let him have his way with you, he'd go insane and he knows it watching you strap in to your seatbelt tight against your chest, giving him an eager look to start the car completely unaware of the porno flashing through his head right now, he'd rather die than show up to Yeonjun's frat party already hard so he settles with driving off right away trying not to spare you any more attention than he has already.

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Music blasts deafeningly as you awkwardly stumble in to the frat house with Taehyun yawning behind, your eyes scanning over for familiar faces unaware of the attention and stares you're receiving from boyfriends and hotshots, their girlfriends and Taehyun's old flings. But your lack of judgement of your environment only directs you to another familiar face; your eyes light up when you spot Soobin among the crowd, drink lazily clasped in one hand, a blunt shoved between the curve of his soft lips before passing it to Yeonjun who inhales and exhales with his head leaning back against the couch. A girl kisses seductively along his neck; nibbling against his skin until his complexion drew a deep crimson, licking along his jaw and whispering in to his ear keeping him busy.

You blush at the audacity of the act as you observe around, the heat radiating off of drunks slobbering all over and eating each other's faces, which although didn't cause anyone who wasn't making out bat an eye, was for sure making you feel as if you were intruding on something so intimate. But Soobin spots you and plasters a lazy smirk, patting down on his lap and gesturing you to come closer. He reaches out his hands in a grabbing motion to snatch you and place you on his lap before swirling his drink around and handing it to you, signalling half drunkenly to take the shot to which you study in perplexion. You rarely drink alcohol let alone do something reckless like this :(( but you down it anyway as best as you could, the bitter taste of it burns your throat but Soobin's already pouring you another shot. He's watching with glossy and reddened eyes at the way you struggle to down the drinks before moving your legs so that you were straddling him.

"Mhnnn.. you look.. really beautiful t'nite shit, you're driving me crazy bunny." He slurs, tracing his finger along your neck and over the flimsy straps of your dress down towards your chest. His thumb swirls around your nipples through the fabric as he hums, leaning down to place a small peck on the side of your neck.

It's hot and you're feeling the alcohol starting to hit your system, feeling lightheaded and calm as you nuzzle in to his touch, anything but void of shaky breaths and pants when he slips a hand up your already dangerously inviting dress to massage the fat of your thigh.

"Dressed up jus' for me hmm?.. So good for me, such a sweet girl.", he hums once more, breathing in your scent, before retracting his hands away from your thigh causing you to whine.

"Look so pretty, kept thinking...'bout it.. about you, dressing up like this when Jjun told me you were coming. Jerked off so much to your panties pretty, you didn't even know," He rambles on drunkenly half processing the vulgar confessions spouting from his face, you would've never imagined that he'd be the type to be so perverse yet you keep your mouth shut knowing his praise only dampens the wet spot building up in your panties even further. You feel dirty but you can't help the not so innocent thoughts that are clouding your mind. You've never been so intimate with anyone before let alone a guy like Soobin and can't help but feel a bit greedy when you start to rock your hips against his bulge subtlely, " Angel," he grips on your hips before taking a deep breath, " don't do that, I won't be able to resist if you do.."

"I want it Binnie, wanna feel good.. like what you said to Taehyun about what you'd do to me.." Usually you'd cringe at your outspokenness, it was a new side to you; bold, but the alcohol running through you couldn't make you care less as you continued to grind down on the growing tent in the male's sweatpants, gasping when it rubbed against the nub of your clit over and over again causing a mantra of whimpers to fall from your lips.

He wastes no time in leaning in to kiss you sloppily, groaning every time he feels the plush of your cunt rubbing against him so desperately; hands immediately holding your hips still in place because he knows he's going to cum embarrassingly fast when you're on top of him like this. He's been desperate to please you ever since you showed up in front of the apartment door, make you feel good because you can't reach all your sweet spots, corrupt you ever so lightly just to see the expressions on your face so lewd he could cum just imagining it. And now here you are panting as you lay half limp on his lap trying to get the friction you need to send you on that high, tears starting to prick at your eyes when you can't move under Soobin's grip, the uncomfortable neediness in you too overwhelming for you to bear.

"Binnie p-please, need more ngh...I just need to a-ah fuck.." you moan when his hand slithers in to the crevice of your top to grope at your tits, not hesitating to suck on the mounds of flesh lazily, spit and maroon bite marks tainting your chest as he bites ferociously. He feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy and he knows he'll regret being so harsh with you later but he can't think about anything but the throbbing pain in his dick desperate to be buried inside of you.

"You're so good bunny, keep humping my dick like that and i'll cum fuck. Want me to make you cum ? O-oh you're so hot."

You're desperately chasing your orgasm as you grind down against his hard on, moaning deliciously without a care in the world, panting and drooling out the corners of your mouth when your clit rubs against the imprint of his cock over and over again as Soobin's hands made its way to massage the flesh of your ass.

"Binnie c-can't I feel weird, n-ngh feels good please !!"

"Shitshitshit cum for me bunny, so sweet, 'm so close too"

Not long after you're shaking all over with a euphoric surge of pleasure, legs quivering on either side of soobin's thighs until your body goes limp on his broad shoulder- heaving and panting as you come down your high, the far gone man beneath you following not long after under a series of strained mewls and groans. Only to be whistled at by an awestruck Yeonjun who very obviously stares at the curve of your chest that heaves up with every tired breath, jaw dropped in shock.

"What the fuck.?! God you're freaks..damn, I'll admit I haven't seen something so hot in a while though I'll give you that," he comments, a hand grossly pointing at the hard-on straining in his pants after witnessing the whole fiasco. "Let me have a turn with that doll next time yeahhh?" he coos, a finger reaching out to turn your face towards him, batting your eyelashes dumbly as saliva drools down in-between the crevice of your tits.

Your vision flashes in and out of consciousness to even hear or process Soobin's reply before drifting off to near sleep, calm and peaceful in contrast to the explicit and sexual acts you've just meddled yourself in to, your head spinning and a wave of conscience hits you: your first orgasm was at a frat party with your roommate.

And you can sense the glare headed straight towards your direction from the corner of your eye, Taehyun- glaring right at the two of you before pushing off the girl pawing at his toned stomach and straight out of the door. You knew you were in trouble. Big time.

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tyunningism 's work !! 2025

[huenistar]

i dont think that some shifters know that when u shift u truly like.. become (?) what u script (ik this doesn’t make sense let me cook)

if u script that u dont know english ur not gonna shift and then think “omg wow i just shifted” in english😭 ur going to think, speak, type, write, etc in the language u scripted u know

if u script that ur 17 ur not going to think like a wise 90 year old man😭 no ur going to think like a 17 year old whos is highschool whos only worries in life is if they want alfredo for dinner or chicken

if u script that ur 5’10 when ur 5’0 here ur not gonna be like half 5’10 half 5’0

like nobody would want to shift when u shift u bring 50% of ur OR self (only using this term bcs its the only one i can think of rn)

(tbh this is an unedited thought so if nothing makes sense that’s why)

[loganficsonly]

Omg a sick thought I just got from a whole other fix with a diff character but though you would do it like absolutely justice!! And I really hope you write it! But reader stumbling on a post on tumbler may be (lol) and gets an idea to make brownies and have Logan cum in them so she can eat them and how would Logan react to being asked to do that maybe he’d be weirdly into it to okay okay thanks for reading lots of love for your writing

you know what anon, i think it takes a lot of courage to trust someone on the internet with a request like this, and i am strangely honored you would take it to me. thank you for deeming me a safe place to wave your freak flag 🫶

my take on this is under the cut. spoiler alert, it doesn't get baked into the brownie, NOTHING HAPPENS TO THE BROWNIES (i wasn't exactly comfortable with taking things there), but... stuff happens.

just desserts

logan x f!reader, 2k 18+ VERY SMUTTY OBVIOUSLY so for the love of god MDNI!!!, established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, praise?, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, reader has hair and it's used against them, unedited/not proofread cz its fucking 3am

“Thought you were a sweet little thing when we first met.” 

You’re on your knees between Logan’s legs, cold kitchen tiles biting at your bare skin. His eyes survey you from above as a hand softly cards through your hair, tucking the stray strands away from your face. Much too gentle for what he’s about to say next.

“Turns out you’re a real dirty slut, huh?”

Blue jeans and black boxers hang low, revealing his cock, leaking at the head. Your breath hitches at the sight, as if not enough of you is wrecked with lust. Eyes glazed, lips swollen, cheeks pinkish.

That’s his favorite kind of look to put on your face, if you ask him. One that says you feel good. 

Fingers on your chin tilt your head back, the movement gentle. You allow yourself to fold to his guidance, submitting to what he wants you to do.

The lazy smirk on his face tells you he’s pleased.

“Look at you.” 

The hand moves from your hair to your jaw, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip, parting it.

“Already so out of it. I just kissed you a little.”

What a liar—you were pinned by the hips against the kitchen island while he overwhelmed you, devouring you with his mouth. He kissed you like he would never get to again, deep, teeth mercilessly closing in on flesh, tugging your lip before sweeping his tongue over it like another layer of claim staked.  

When Logan pulled away, it wasn’t for breath. You were left moaning as he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting the spot on your throat like a starved animal. You can still feel the slick of his saliva, the way his tongue teases your ear. 

On a regular day, you’d throw sass about how you felt like you were eaten alive rather than ‘kissed a little’.

Then again, you think to yourself, half-lidded eyes staring at his twitching length, this situation is entirely your fault.

It’s a lazy evening for you, and your impulses lead you to the kitchen. Not to scavenge for an assortment of leftovers to call dinner, but for the singular purpose of baking.

Brownies, specifically. 

Some would call it cursed, the thing you saw on social media earlier.

An abomination. A desecration of the very concept of dessert. Their reaction images say things like every day, we stray further from god.

But you blinked and continued to scroll. You’ve seen worse. 

You’re not fully sure of whether you were on board with the idea of adding Logan’s cum in a sweet treat before enjoying them. You suppose it did look uncannily similar to powdered sugar glaze. Amateur bakers mistake one for the other all the time. It happens.

One thing you’re sure of, though, is that you want brownies. You want them now. 

And that’s how Logan finds you when he comes home: tasting a dollop of batter on your pinky finger, cocoa powder dusting your t-shirt and short shorts. Something smells good. His face is a balanced blend of amusement and exasperation.

“What’re you up to this time?”

“And a hello to you too.” You ignore your boyfriend’s implied disdain at your spontaneous shenanigans, adding a bit of brown sugar into the bowl and mixing it.

He walks over for a kiss, the faint taste of chocolate on your mouth lingering on his. 

You begin to tell him about what triggered this particular craving while pouring the brownie batter onto a baking tray. All of it, no details spared. You’re way past the point of propriety with this man.

“Are you into that?” you ask, tone as level as if talking about the weather.

You’re too busy checking the oven to see his pupils dilate.

Long story short, that’s how you got here.

Kneeling in front of him in the kitchen, while your brownies bake in the oven. His hand gripping your skull with just the right amount of pressure, the other one slapping his cock against your cheek, making you whimper. 

He looks so ready for you, veiny and red, twitching with need.

“My baby wants to eat cum that bad?” he asks, as if he’s not just as eager.

You don’t answer, head spinning. Maybe it’s the circumstances that make this encounter that much more intoxicating. You can smell him, musky and heady in that familiar way that sends heat between your legs. Already you feel yourself salivating.

He talks to you again, voice lower, more dangerous.

“Words, honey.”

“Please, can I?” the answer escapes you immediately. Breathy. Hungry. He lets out a shaky laugh.

“Beg so pretty. Take what you want, sugar.” 

You let out a soft moan, hand immediately wrapping at the base, pumping him nice and slow. He watches for now, all dark eyes and restraint. Only when you kiss the tip of his cock, tongue teasing the slit, he jerks his hips forward. The beginning of his crumbling control.

You take him in your mouth then, but not all the way. Just enough to wrest a ragged sound out his throat. Pulling back, you tease him with your tongue, licking a thin stripe from base to pretty tip before putting him in your mouth again.

You know you’re doing a good job because his fingers curl round your hair near your scalp. It doesn’t hurt. Just a little gesture to show you how much he’s enjoying himself.

“So fucking warm,” he murmurs, admiring the view. Your eyes flick up to meet his for a second, and he swears he sees you smile around his cock. Minx. 

It doesn’t take long for him to start fucking into your mouth. You’re too good, too patient. You let him. Trust him enough to take control of you. Muffled moans reverberate through the kitchen, and underneath the sounds you make, he never really stops talking, the filth only serving to heighten your desire.

God, you love it when he uses you like this.

“Take me so well,” Logan uses both hands to cradle your head now, strong and steady. Each time he sinks himself into your mouth, you mewl in a way that fuels the pace of his hips.

“You’re being so good. Made f’ me, hm? Fuck.”

Your hands busy themselves, pumping the parts of him that can’t possibly fit down your throat and playing with his balls. He groans. Loud. 

“Gonna let me cum in your mouth, baby?”

You can’t speak, moaning with ardor around his cock instead. He shivers as he finds himself on the edge. It’s too perfect. The look on your face, your pretty lips wrapped around him, drool slick on his cock every time he pulls out, disappearing when he drives back in. The sight pushes him just shy of the crest.

“Don’t swallow,” he hisses the words past gritted teeth, “wanna see my cum in your mouth b‘fore you do.”

You cry out when he cums with a long growl, spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat you’d choke if you weren’t turned on out of your mind. It’s so much, but he eventually pulls out of you.

“Open.”

Your jaw slackens, panting, revealing the sinful pool of it on your tongue. A dribble of it escapes the side of your lips, trailing slowly down your chin.

How he’s able to look so smug after orgasming is beyond you. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’know that?” he says, tone laced with wonderment even as he uses his fingers to make you close. You swallow, the taste of him making you even wetter between the legs. Opening up your mouth again, you show him your pink tongue. Clean.

That sends him into overdrive, it seems, because his cock is half-hard again and he’s gathering you up on your two feet, his grip stern but not unkind. You find yourself pressed against the island where you worked on the brownies not too long ago, palms pressed flat on the surface as he all but yanks your shorts down to your ankles. You kick them away.

A sharp slap lands on your ass once he gets rid of your underwear, making you yelp in surprise. The sting melts into delicious pleasure. You arch more, as if offering yourself to him. He stands behind you, quietly tugging your hips to meet his. The curve of his cock nestles against you, teasing. He doesn’t move. 

“Logan,” you breathe shakily, impatiently. 

“Ready?”

“Yes, fuck,” you cry, feeling his fingers play with the slick between your legs, drawing circles around your entrance as if to prepare you. The both of you know you don’t need it—one look and he knows you’re ready for him. His cock kisses you there and you feel your legs nearly give.

He engulfs you in this position, chest pressed against your back as he sinks in.

You melt, lips open in a silent scream.

He delights at the sight of you as he feeds himself into your heat, one hand tugging your t-shirt up so he sees the bare skin of your arched back. Once he’s reached the deepest parts of you, he stays still, allowing you to breathe through the stretch. Fingers stroke a long line from the nape of your neck down to your lower back, admiring the curve of your spine. You shiver at the featherlight touch.

“So b-big,” you gasp, chest heaving. His hand moves to your front, up your stomach, past your ribs, brushing against a nipple before pinching it between his fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweet thing. Been wound up since I put my cock in your mouth, yeah?”

Then he moves, and you sigh in relief at the friction, encouraging him with all sorts of debauched sounds that stream out of you almost like second nature.

“Logan, please, more…”

His body crowds yours, arm wrapped around your torso to keep you flush against his chest as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, mouth gritting out filthy things by your ear. 

“Gonna fill you up instead of the brownies. I’ll pump you so full of my cum you’re gonna feel it leak out of you for days. Feel it every time you walk. Want that?”

Your mouth forms the answer almost immediately, whimpers of ‘yes, yes’ and the wet sounds of slapping flesh goading him to take more of you.

The hand that snakes between your legs is the cause of your demise, deftly manipulating you until your nerves zap electricity throughout your body, triggering your release. You’re a mess that’s held up only by Logan’s burly frame and the kitchen island, noises spilling out of you as slick does down your thighs. He moans, chasing his own high while you spasm from yours, holding you down as he pounds—

And then it’s his turn. This time he cums with his teeth on your neck, muffling a chesty “fu-u-uck” that escapes him. 

He kept his word. Not too long after the deafening heartbeat in your ears settles, you feel his cum trickle down your inner thigh. 

Wordlessly, he smears it on your skin, as if marking his territory.

Then you feel the shift behind you, cool air hitting your back as he moves. Warm breath caresses your flesh right where he just ravaged you, and you can tell he’s staring.

It’s his turn to be on his knees, both hands spreading your asscheeks wide to get a better view of what’s still dripping out of you.

He seals his lips around your opening and you cry out.

Tongue licking up the remnants of your shared pleasure, eating you the way he did your mouth at the very beginning. Shameless. His nose bumps deliciously against you, and you find yourself grinding into his face. Then he chuckles in response, the vibrations devilish, before his hands steady your thighs, almost allowing you to use him as he used you.

When he makes you cum with his mouth, your legs are shaking, held up only by his strong grip. Your mind is blank—the aftermath of the desire he seems to infinitely inspire within you.

Logan rises to his feet, arms wrapping around your torso from behind as he presses his lips to your ear. They’re soaked. So is his chin.

“Tastes better than stuffed brownies.”

[bunicate]

omg congrats on pulling bladie!!! big brother blade lives on my mind ngl ik he loves to spoil his lil sister’s pussy the second his parents r outta the houseee ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . blade x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. brief anal. creampie. a litl bit of possessive bladie. he says some dubious things. just a smidge of jealousy. “little girl” usage. breeding mention. unedited ofkurs ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.4k ﾉ 18+ ﾉ if uncomfy pls scroll or block ^_^

muhehe tysm ! ! still trying to build him ! he’s far from perfect but at least he’s at home with me. yk I had 2 pull through nd write smthn icky for him but I did go in a tad bit different direction :<<

you feel it, regret pooling in the pit of your stomach like rocks settling at the bottom of a shallow lake. the beating of your heart stutters out of tandem with the batter of blades hips.

his firm hands anchor themselves on the softness of your lower back, dull nails digging into your skin like thorns.

he fucks you with such depravity, and your obnoxiously noisy cunt salivated in response to the familiar bump of his cock. 

it was far too late for regrets, you knew it well, even as he’s buried himself to the hilt. your parents were a thing of the past, but there’s always the potential of subjecting an innocent passerby to the sight of your brother rubbing your tender insides with his cock. 

despite your roused state, you're still capable of reason, though your brother seemed to have a complete disregard for it.

“b-bladie.”

it’s soft on his ears, polite, although honeyed with a subtle warning accompanied by the slow pulse of your cunt. 

his cock twitches from your quiet plea. he’s close, and at this point, he knows better than to cross the line any further, but you were elusive to your own charms. how could he bury his urges when your round and soft butt continued to smack against his pelvis ? your cunt drooled each time he pulled out.

 its such a sight for sore eyes, and somehow his gaze kept wandering to the tight rim above, making his breathing ragged— almost animalistic.

 he’s seen all of you, sights no older brother should witness, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

it should terrify you, the lengths he goes to stake his claim over you. coming as close as threatening to breed you and keep you bound to him like a pet. predators would be wise to never cross the hunter, even they could sense the extent of his prowess. 

blade purposefully keeps you out of his affairs, but you know he’s a fearsome warrior. he’s tall and slender and with each movement, his hulk of muscle flexes. he’s strong enough to drag your body up and down his member, serving as a stark reminder of the gap in strength.

blade's palms, rough from wielding his ancient sword, settled on both sides of your waist, steels its grip. his thumb presses against your back, and the tips of his fingers meet at your belly button.

he bounces you on his cock, using you like a doll factored for fucking. he lifted you repeatedly like you weighed nothing and all you could do was submit to his brutal pace. 

blade bites his lip to prevent curses from escaping.

he feels . . . good, better than usual. your swollen pussy tugs on his length, drawing out the remnants of his willpower. the desire to cum and bury it in your womb causes blood to rush.

like you can sense the danger, you peer over your shoulder cautiously. 

“you h-have to pull out . . y’can’t just cum inside, okay ?”

such a redundant conversation, and he pays it no mind. 

what good would it be to do something so risky—so wrong, but for blade, it would be worth the peril. 

he doesn’t acknowledge your admonition, instead pressing you further into the sheets, elongating the arch in your back.

“stay still.” 

his hand collides with your backside and a startled gasp echoes. the apple of your ass cheek stings, while the damp release between your thighs becomes stickier. 

the weight on the bed dips when your big brother lowers himself. his chest presses to your back when he fucks you again.

roaring slaps of moist flesh lie thick in the air. you’re soft, so fragile in his embrace that he could crush you like a dainty flower trampled from being hidden between shards of grass.

when blade feels that familiar tender pulse of your cunt signaling your finish, he painfully pulls out as per your whiny request. he utterly despised having to separate himself from you, but nonetheless, he obeys your wishes. sort of.

his cock stands tall and thick, cream dripping from the edge of his tip. your pussy is agape in front of him, but his eyes linger on the tight coil of your ass.

rough palms enclose in a tight fist around his shaft. he pumps his cock, staring daggers at the rim until his balls hang heavier.

he wanted to empty them, he wanted nothing more than to milk his cock using your sweet cunt, but the hunger that normally consumed him wanted something else for a change. 

he slaps his tip against your puckered hole, humping the pretty flesh. his leaking head increasingly swells as the seconds pass by, turning bright pink. the hunter groans, and heaves, his sickening thoughts running rampant while he envisions himself filling up his little sister. 

he’s no longer computing, his body moves on autopilot, and he’s wiping his glossy tip over your ass. 

“hnn-! n-no more. not there bladie !”

you squeal. the sensation is new and foreign, and you find yourself torn between begging for more or scrambling away.

a growing smirk settles on his face, and you see a slither of his sharp teeth.

“you're mouthy today. maybe i should put my cock somewhere else instead.”

you tense when his tip probes your tight muscle again, rubbing it in circles. he was stimulating your ass, forcing your pussy to twitch out of neglect. 

he mumbles to himself. 

“such a brainless girl. i thought i made it clear that i take what i want.”

his orbital pools mimicking the color of blood narrow. he’s almost there, sloppily fucking the skin of your ass until the slippery head of his member breaches the tight ring. and then he snaps. 

with a single, calculated thrust, relief rains down in waves. he buries his cock in all the way as streams of his cum spurt out, dressing your walls in milky webs.

it’s warm as it fills your insides and your mind becomes a foggy maze. instead of your big brother cumming inside your cunt, he emptied his load in your ass, and nothing but burgeoning heat swallows you up. 

“thats it . . take what i give you.”

it’s hard to retain anything when his breath tickles the sides of your cheek and his pulsing sack mushes against your clit. 

“no part of you is off limits, little girl.” 

by now, you're writhing, and you can’t think about how full you felt. not when his words had you mewling out of shame and excitement.

blade makes sure to deliver a few more thrusts, just to be certain that he’s been thoroughly drained. his heart thrums against his chest, reminding him that he's real—you’re real, and that his cock is stretching his little sister’s ass.

his breathing becomes uneven, the exhales of air caressing the plains of your damp skin.

he lowers his head, his lips settling by the shell of your  ear. 

“soon . .”

long strands of his hair fall into place , resting on your own skin.

“i'll cum inside this tiny cunt and there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.”

a shiver runs down your spine. equal parts of fear and eagerness for that fateful day of promise.

when he pulls out, his seed drips from your opening down the length of your slit. both of his hands grab your ass cheeks to watch the cum nestle between your lower lips and spill on the already soiled sheets. 

carefully he watches your cunt push out the remnants, watching it cascade in thick dollops. 

“such greedy holes.” 

you puff out your cheeks and move the stringy hairs from your face. 

“stop it . . it’s so embarrassing when you say that .” 

you attempt to kick him off, and of course it’s thwarted by his iron hold on you.

he presses a sloppy kiss on your asshole, uncaring of the mess coating your sensitive parts. 

“eeeeeeeek -! you’re sooooooo gross, bladie ! get away from me !”

he spanks your ass to hush your outburst.

“shut up.”

he kisses you to silence more of your complaints. the faint taste of cum on his soft lips mingling against your spit - slicked ones. 

 he pulls away audibly, taking a calm breath. 

“you're seeing jing yuan tomorrow.”

you raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of the general.

your brother is nothing less of a maverick, only keeping you close and others at a less than reasonable distance.

jing yuan however complicated things. while they weren't as close, anymore you still made an effort to see him despite their soured relationship.

in his scarce free time when he wasn't resting, he taught you all sorts of things. he helped time escape you when boredom struck in blade's absence. 

you nod stiffly, still skeptical at the hunter before you. you're wary of his intentions, but too stimulated to care. 

blade's face betrays no emotion and so, you’re suddenly startled.

you gasp when his teeth nicks at your neck.

he sucks the skin for a few seconds and then kisses the spot he bruised. proud of his handiwork he pulls away to speak up once more. you can nearly hear his smugness.

“. . . send my regards to the general.”

[rerefundslocals]

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

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It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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[mydearestbeloved]

Omg lol’ed at adam being the unwilling third-wheel in the middle of jinwoo and tp!reader’s  public display of “trust” 😭. No it’s just pure satisfying to see jinwoo trust and need someone presence that much. Tp!reader is his rock frfrfr 🥺 and tbh this only makes me sad to see how “alone” canon jinwoo is, so much so that he can’t really open himself up to people he cares about problems he has to deal with (and yes, even in sl ragnarok. Like even suho called him a “deadbeat dad” due to his communication issue 😭). Anyway, tp!jinwoo is so cute when he relies on tp!reader and OMG pointing and laughing at his cringe fail moment at the end. (still love you pookie 🥰)

Okay, but i kinda scratched my head at this part bc how come ashborn didn’t take notice of tp!reader sooner 🤔? I mean, you could say that she wasn’t strong enough to display her “absolute being” power to be under his radar before but even his fellow rulers can still sense her back then? Idk I don’t remember much details about this scene in canon so apologies if I misunderstood smth.

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Omg, I just saw a few panels of the new chapter of SL: Ragnarok manhwa (chap. 41?) on Twitter/X, and after reading this review, I suddenly had a vision of this scene:

Warning: Unedited, subject to change, future convo(?)

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It was a quiet night, the kind where even the wind outside seemed to hush itself, allowing the world to bask in the rare tranquility. The soft glow of the living room lamp bathed the space in a warm ambiance, flickering shadows dancing with lights on the walls. Nestled together on the couch, you and Jinwoo enjoyed this rare moment of stillness. One of his arms draped around you, his warmth seeping into your skin as he pulled you closer. You leaned against his chest, your body naturally molding into his as if you had always belonged there.

In your arms, Suho stirred softly, his tiny fingers twitching every now and then. The slow rise and fall of his tiny chest mesmerizing to watch. He was still so small, only a few weeks old, yet with each passing day—day by day, feature by feature, he was becoming a mirror of the man who held you now.

But . . .

You traced the outline of Suho’s face with your eyes, the soft curve of his cheeks, the delicate lashes fluttering against his skin as he ‘fought’ against sleep.

—He also reminded you so much of your best friend.

The sight made your heart clench with a feeling too vast to name.

Ah, I should check on her again soon. Her tournament is coming up in a few weeks. I hope she isn’t pushing herself too much, else she’ll run to her death—Eh, who am I kidding.

You really, really wanted to laugh at the inside joke, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to. Your attempt at distracting your mind elsewhere just didn’t seem to work this time.

“...Jinwoo?” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

But Jinwoo always heard you.

“Hmm?” His hum reverberated in his chest, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

You hesitated. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you gathered the words that had been weighing on you for days now.

“Could you,” You inhaled deeply, as if steadying yourself. “…spend more time with our son?”

Jinwoo stilled for a fraction of a second, his hold around you subtly tightened, before his thumb resumed its slow, comforting strokes along your upper arm.

He knew that tone—the slight wavering beneath the surface, the weight in your words.

“What is it, my love?” His voice was low, gentle, like he was trying to coax you into opening up—technically, he was. “What’s bothering my wife this time?”

Damn him, when did he get so—!

You bit your lip before pressing on. “I’m not saying you’re spending too much time at work. In fact, if you were, you know I wouldn’t have taken any of it and dragged you home myself.”

A breath of laughter left him at that, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. The warmth of it settled in your chest. It was such a simple thing, yet it unraveled the tension in your shoulders, bringing the ghost of a smile to your lips, grounding you despite the storm brewing in your thoughts.

It was his way of saying: We’re in this together. Always.

Your fingers idly stroked Suho’s back, feeling the slow, rhythmic breaths of your baby boy, his warmth anchoring you also.

“I’m just… worried,” The confession came out softer than you intended. You traced your thumb gently along Suho’s arm, watching how peaceful he looked, memorizing the smallness of him, the weight of him in your arms.

Committing every little feature of his to memory.

As if…

As if this moment was fleeting. As if this moment might slip through your fingers like sand, lost to the relentless tide of fate.

Jinwoo already knew where this was going.

“This is about the future you knew, isn’t it?”

Your grip on Suho tightened slightly. “Jinwoo, the fact that Suho is starting to look exactly as I remember him, in my memories of back then, just confirms it.”

The long road he’ll take. The hardships he’ll face.

A deep-seated fear started gnawing at you.

“The story hasn’t ended yet. His future will be the same—”

“Can be the same.”

Jinwoo’s voice was quiet but firm, cutting through the air like a blade. And yet, you still feel the gentleness that never faded away.

His fingers continued tracing slow, soothing circles on your arm. “You and I are proof that there’s still room for change.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. You let out a slow breath instead, some of the tension bleeding from your shoulders at the conviction in his tone.

How can he do that? ‘Till now, you still wondered, how could he ease the storm in your heart with just a few words.

Sometimes, you still couldn’t believe he was yours.

And that you were his.

“…Do you want him to be like you?” The question slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

“No.”

The answer was immediate. Firm. Yet, in contrast, the way his fingers brushed over Suho’s soft cheek was achingly gentle. The baby stirred slightly in response, his tiny hand latching onto Jinwoo’s retreating fingers. His little fingers barely curled around two of Jinwoo’s.

Jinwoo stilled, his expression unreadable.

“My path led me to you. I will never regret taking it.” His voice was hushed, reverent, as if speaking anything louder would shatter the fragile serenity of the moment.

Your heart squeezed at his words.

His fingers remained where they were until Suho’s grip finally loosened in sleep. Only then did Jinwoo carefully guide his tiny hand back against his blanket, ensuring he was comfortable. You adjusted the fabric around your son’s sleeping form, both of you moving in quiet tandem.

“But I want our son to find his own path. To choose for himself.”

Your chest ached at the tenderness in his voice, at the raw sincerity in his words.

You shifted slightly, careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in your arms as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your beloved husband’s cheek.

“Then spend time with him.” Your voice was quiet but left no room for argument. “More time.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

Jinwoo’s expression softened, but his eyes matched your unwavering ones.

“Don’t let him feel that the only way he can be close to you…” You choose your words carefully before continuing, “—is for him to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Promise me.

Jinwoo said nothing at first. He merely held your gaze. Then, his hand cupped the side of your face, guiding you into a slow, lingering kiss.

It was warm. Familiar. Melting. A promise sealed between your lips.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in as if grounding himself in you.

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“Anything for my loves.”

Honestly, this just makes me more determined to continue writing Trial Player AU. To write a story of an AU where someone that can stand by Jinwoo in everything exist, who can really match him in power included, so that he won’t be “alone.” No hate for canon Cha Hae-in tho—she completes him, just differently than what I envisioned.

I’m still going for that “Cha Hae-in as our bestie”-agenda! I don’t plan on discarding her in Trial Player AU. I’m definitely going to give her more screen time, going to add my own version of developments, but hopefully, it will turn out good enough to still be enjoyed. ❤️

Trial Player AU - Chapter 22: Trial Player!Reader’s First Encounter With The Former Ruler

For clarification: the Rulers came to know of TP!Reader only after she came into proximity with their vessels.

Thomas Andre had a ‘delayed’ response—only after he locked eyes with her did the Ruler power in him react (Chapter 15). A similar situation happened with Go Gunhee, who had been watching Jinwoo walk away after their conversation. When Jinwoo approached TP!Reader in the distance, only then did the Chairman notice her, and the Ruler power in him reacted the same way as Thomas’ had (Chapter 21).

The pattern was there: The Rulers were supposedly alerted only after their vessels truly became aware of TP!Reader, which the vessels did not at first. And what the vessels feel after was always the urge to submit first (mostly due to the Rulers sensing a part of their Creator), then came the (motherly) warmth. At least, this is the pattern up to chapter 21. More on this will be revealed in the story, but feel free to take a guess or make your own theories. 🤗

Then why did Ashborn not take notice of TP!Reader sooner when Jinwoo already spent so much time close to her?

Let’s backtrack to canon info for this.

(As usual, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.) Why didn’t the Monarchs and the Rulers instantly know of Ashborn’s plans for Jinwoo? That is because The Architect, or Kandiaru, designed the System to be used only by Ashborn and his human vessel.

If we go by this logic, then the System is the main bridge for Kandiaru and Ashborn to keep track of Jinwoo. If, say, another being became aware of that fact, and that same being wanted something in Jinwoo’s vicinity to not be noticed by the two, wouldn’t hijacking that main bridge be the ideal plan?

There were many instances where the System acted differently around TP!Reader (and her butterflies, as more recently shown in Chapter 23), at least in comparison to how it usually was with Jinwoo. 🤔

All I can say for now is that this is the first clue as to why Ashborn (and the others) didn’t notice TP!Reader’s existence sooner/instantly, and so far, they have only been able to take notice of her under certain conditions. In Ashborn’s case, it was because TP!Reader reached out to Norma Selner’s mind when she was seeing something inside Jinwoo’s soul. Thus, TP!Reader’s special space came into contact with the ‘darkness’ Norma saw, where Ashborn could finally sense and become aware of her unique presence for the first time.

[ravenempress101]

A needle and escape Kim Hong Joong •M

Authors note: so Ravenempress101 went to see Ateez I been busy y’all and they were good Omg and now I got to write my frustration out cause they looked so good enjoy my writing and definitely send asks and comments thank you so much I love y’all

| Genre: smut •WC• 1.1k

| Paring: sadists!hongjoon x babygirl! reader

| Synopsis: Every time she tries to leave, hongjoong makes her fall in love with him again. And every time, it's worse.

| Warnings: ⚠️Intense smut Read at your own risk⚠️ {unedited}

Y/n orbs opens from her nose smelling sandalwood and whiskey.

The sheets creased. The air fell upon her skin cutting her cheek as it stilled. Her hazelnut body aches in ways she can’t explain. Like she’s been fighting something in her sleep. Or like someone placed her back together just enough to have her function

Again.

Hongjoong rolls over to her frame. His hand made its way on his cheek his head leaning in. His orbs over her alluring features. Hongjoon tongue escapes from his parted lips as he moistens them. Watching her fidgeting like it’s a ritual.

“Don’t sit up to fast” he booms “you always get dizzy after the reset”

Y/n’s mouth is dry. Her mind couldn’t remember falling asleep. She doesn’t even remember the black haired man infront of her.

“I” her voice screeches “where am I?”

A smile appears on his dimples. Not with warmth. With onwnership

“You’re home,baby girl”

Her delicate fingers clutch the edge of the blanket, droplets fell upon her as her breathing quicken. She was nervous of the motion that felt wrong.Like her hands were not hers.

His pointer finger leans forward, capturing a strand of her hair twirling it around his with gentleness of a lover…. Or a collector.

“You tried to leave again” he says voice dipped in calm poison. You got far this time. Even remembered who you were. But it’s okay. I brought you back.”

A smirk on his face as her heart pounds panicked crawling up her throat like bile “I didn’t-

His two fingers guided under her chin, lifts her face to his.

“You did” he whispers his palm on her neck enclosing his fingers on her breathing. Her breath hitched, his lips inches away from hers

“But you won’t remember by tonight. You never do.”

She stares at him as his orbs darkened , her eyes widen with tears spilling from them, trembling.

Then he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her parted mouth.

“Let’s fall in love again, baby.”

“No please don’t do this”

“It wouldn’t be right if I don’t right baby?”

Hongjoong manifests a needle of sedative. He plunges the tip in the curve of her neck The skin gave way with a faint pinch as the needle slipped in, followed by the cool rush of liquid entering the vein.

Y/n protests filled the room from it burning her flesh.

“Ahhhh that’s it baby your gonna feel so good with this stuff inside you and me”

Hongjoong yanked the needle free, her breathing slowed and her arm on his bicep fell limped caressing his skin and from the liquid coursing through her body.

He rolled on top of her thick frame. His palms captured her thighs separating them and he placed them on both sides of his waist. In all of her strength she tried to remove them.

As her vision blurred and The receptors didn’t budge. Her body was under his control.

“Please I don’t wanna….” She slurred from him. Y/n felt her body warm up from his clothes buldged rubbing against her entrance. A wet spot on his pants as his lip was between his teeth biting. He felt her tremble underneath him from his movements.

“W-w-what you don’t wanna, maybe try to escape from me fight more cmon you got some fight in you don’t you?”

Hongjoong taunted as he traces over the dimple of your thick side. His palm moves up my thick body, hongjoong places his lips at your shoulder a kiss manifest as he bites down with teeth as a purple mark appear.

A gasp fell from her lips at his hot ones. Y/n tried lifting her frame off of him but she fell back down sinking into the bedsheets. He was like a weight compared to her feather like body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head fallin out of consciousness as she tries to fight.

He could feel the droplets pooling from your body. He lifts up and scans at your features watching you fight with your thoughts that he formed for you.

“See I’ll make sure your own mind turns against you before I ever touch your skin”

Y/n incoherently moaned “ I’m still so fragile hongjoong you can’t- can’t-

Hongjoong slips his hand inside his pants. Relieving his length. His fingers trace over the tip and follows with his shaft. Him coating himself in his precum. His eyes scans up and down your thick frame.Drinking in the site of your tears cascading on your face and mumble nothings about how you can’t function, and it was to

Much for you.

“I love how fragile you are babygirl. It makes breaking you so…..satisfying”

The Korean man rubs the tip of his length at your creamy folds. Y/n pulsed around his tip taking it in from her body under his control His manhood pushes softly inside your blood-fleshed womb. She rises up back arching off the bed from him splitting her a groan of his name. His hands guides on the lower part of your back and he thrusts more of himself filling her up with his longness.

A deep hiss from her tightness as he catches her frail embodiment . He missed how she felt around him knowing her intensity is more sensitive with the clear liquid boiling her insides.

Y/n cries out, struggling with his thick muscle throbbing inside yourself. Hongjoong head drops to the crook of her neck breathing through the overwhelming pleasure of her silkness.

“You feel so good—like a hunger I can’t ever satisfy, no matter how deep I sink.”

Hongjoong pulls slowly backward before his thrust surging back in deeper. A growing rhythm as he fucks into her. Y/n felt him move inch by inch feeling her heat grow like fire his shaft was to much and her screams in his ears knows that she felt every stab known to men.

Her arms on his pecks finding leverage to his pounding as he goes deeper and picks up pace accelerating. He captures your wrists from you and holds them behind your back he fucks up into yourself as you lean into his body feeling him hit your gummy walls.

“Hongjoong I’m so close I’m gonna cum mhmm”

His deep moans as he assaulted merciless in her frame. Her breathing quicken and her screams silenced by her euphoria that he brought her to.

““I’m waiting for you to release everything you’ve kept locked inside—let me be your escape.”

Once he said that y/n clenched around him.her high laced her existence as her released crash down on her sweat filled frame. Her oragasm longed for her and he could feel her spill her creaminess on his thick muscle hips riding out her high.

Then hongjoong let’s out a deep groaned his sloppy pummeled bury deep inside her as he filled her with robes of his potent seed his few waves a pleasure he ejects out quickly and all of the contents spills from out of her.

His breathe on her neck hard.

““I am your escape—your beautiful nightmare from which you’ll never wake.”

He mumbles on your chocolate flesh. Her tears fall as he holds her tightly as there bodies take in one exhale and another inhale he will always be in your being .

[schlattslambo]

chuckle sandwich x chubby!f/reader smut 18+

oh my god guys my very first post! i really hope you like it! if you have any suggestions or anything for me to write, dont hesitate to send me a message <3

this is unedited btw lmao

schlatt

sfw

this man omg-

he loves his chubby girls

more to love, he always says

constantly has a hand on your thigh, back, wherever. just always has to be touching you

knows that in todays world, its hard to not fit into a ‘beauty standard’

if you ever get insecure, this man will go into protection mode

he’ll stand in front of the mirror with you and point out his favorite parts of you (spoiler: its everything)

nsfw

sit on his face. please.

if you hesitate even a little bit, you’re getting yanked down and held there until you cum at the very least 4 times. if he dies he dies 🤷🏼‍♀️

loves watching your soft body jiggle while he fucks you

lots of body worship

hickeys on your thighs, bruises on your tits from how hard he grabs them

buys you the prettiest lingerie sets just to teat them off you

ted

sfw

this sweet angel of a man

loves your body more than anything

constantly rubs your thighs or tummy subconsciously

always reminds you of how beautiful you are. because its true

if you ever find yourself disliking the reflection you see, ted’s on it

he’s kissing you all over, maybe even grabbing your tummy to tickle you

will not stop until you’re giggling

just stares at you bc thats his fuckin WIFE right there

nsfw

loves when you ride hi

looking up at your gorgeous body while you make yourself come undone for him? heaven

thick thighs = earmuffs

so many kisses everywhere

bites down on your soft flesh just because he can

praises you so much “my beautiful girl” “doing so well for me baby” “thats it, shake for me”

sit in his lap. he doesnt care if you ‘think you’re too heavy’. he will get hard and press up against you with no shame

charlie

sfw

charlie’s a tiny guy, but having a bigger s/o really does not phase him, honestly he loves it. he cuddles you like a koala

will defend you to the ends of the earth

charlie, y/n is kinda…you know.”

“beautiful, amazing, the best? yeah i know!”

loves your tummy

gives it kisses any chance he gets

if you suggest going on a diet, he’s doing it with you

if you want to go to the gym, he’s there supporting you

this man is so in love with you and your body its insane

nsfw

is truly in awe of you

missionary so he can watch your beautiful face (and your tits bounce)

doggy so he can smack your ass and watch it jiggle

begs you (and i mean BEGS, mans is on his knees) to press his head between your thighs while he eats you out

thigh jobs?? yes pLEASE

idk he just really seems like a thigh guy to me. always leaves the most hickeys there

worships the fuck out of you

calls you a goddess before he cums

[httpsserene]

archive of our own — 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 lance stroll x fem!black!reader requested! smau. soft launch and hard launch. sibling dynamics (bullying). reader's mom. puns. happily ever after. elden-ring dlc spoilers! (ik it came out very recently but we’re pretending it’s older in this universe). profanity. a couple suggestive lines. attempt at humor. alcohol (reader gets drunk on nye).

synopsis: after all of the trials, tribulations, and failed relationships of your life, you deserve your happy ending.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. the insane amount of work i did to make fake clips of a twitch stream…there’s definitely an easier way to do it. unrelated: i did not think a lewham win was in the cards this year, but i'm so fucking happy that he did win silverstone! of any race, i'm glad it was that one. and most importantly, enjoy this final installment of error 404: plot not found xxx

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twitter • ynplays • december 27th

instagram • ynfanaccount • december 27th

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ynfanaccount: the three most popular clips from yn's twitch stream today! can you see a theme?

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user1: lance liked this!!!

➥ user2: do you think he watched the stream :(

➥ user3: girl. i think he watched IRL. that was definitely a man's voice in the third clip! you can kinda hear him at the very start!

user4: don't know what's worse: yn lying to us about having a date for nye or yn gaslighting us into believing that was her sister smh

➥ yoursister: i'm not even at her house rn 🤔

➥ ynplays: whaTCHU OUT HERE BEING MESSY FOR??!

➥ user4: exposed by your own sister

➥ user5: L + ratio

➥ user6: ynnnnnnn who was thatttttttt

user7: so we can all agree that she was talking to lance in that last clip :o

➥ user8: um no. he's still in canada. yn seems like the type to have already moved on to a different man 🙄🥱

➥ user9: who the fuck are you? you must be new around here if you're deciding to talk crazy.

➥ user10: and how TF do you know that lance is still in canada? r u stalking him or smth? last clip, turn up your volume, clear as day you can hear yn almost say his name

➥ user11: worst take i've heard so far @/user8 delete your account 🤡🤡🤡

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption1; when he gifts you flowers just because >>>>] [caption2; wild baby sega posing pretty in the snow 🥺]

yourbestie: answer my fucking facetime neOWW YOU WHORE

yourfriend1: "he" as in lance stroll, the f1 driver that flew all the way from canada to see you and prove that a long distance relationship with him is worth it and he also begged for you to cuddle him live on your twitch stream, gifted you flowers just because? ynplays: he *allegedly begged for me to cuddle him. you couldn't really hear it on the stream 🤓☝🏽 youfriend1: OMG ITS ACTUALLY HM INN YOUR HOUSE U LYING SNAKE yourfriend1: oh your sister is going to kill you rip 😔

yourfriend2: oh wow lance...i didn't expect him to be a returning love interest at all (sarcasm) yourfriend2: put my niece on the phone 🥱 ynplays: sega is not your niece ynfriend2: PUT MY FUR-NIECE ON THE PHONE BEFORE I STEAL HER 👺

yoursister: omw. ynplays: m not opening the door yoursister: okay? lance will open it for me ynplays: not if he doesn't want me to die he won't ynsister: if he wants to live, he will. also you gave me a key ✨

lilymhe: can't wait to see you in the paddock next year 😘 ynplays: wtf. you know who i am😨 lilymhe: alex gossips VERY loudly with george liymhe: also i love the unedited skincare & makeup videos you make, they feel like girlhood honestly ynplays: going to faint rq brb

instagram • lancestroll • dec28th • where i'm supposed to be ⚑

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lancestroll: reconnecting

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estebanocon: seems better 😁

➥ lancestroll: yes you were right okay thank you

➥ user12: right about what?

➥ user13: think it's a refrence to esteban's reply on lance's previous post!

fernandoalonso: that pizza looks mid.

➥ lancestroll: what

➥ user14: IJBOL 😂😂😂

➥ user15: it feels like i just heard my parents using slang

➥ user16: that's my favorite rookie 🙂‍↕️

user17: okay yn's best friend liked!

➥ user18: soft launch radar: SCREAMING 🔊🎚️

➥ user19: does this count as a sl? it's more like a deluxe edition to an album

➥ user20: it's giving album repackaging

➥ user18: i think it's cute that he's still doing a sl !! i'm just happy they're getting back together 😌

user21: LANCE the bouquet you gifted her was sooo pretty!

➥ user22: my boyfriend has to step the fuck up (the location on this too 😭😭😭)

➥ user23: bro there's no conformation he even gave her those 😒

➥ user24: are you blind 🤨? you need to get your eyes checked fr @/user23

➥ user21: ain't it funny? how the non-believers have fallen so low into their delusion...

twitter • december 28th

instagram • ynplays • dec 30th • happy ⚑

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ynplays: yes, i have a date for my new year's party: it's the 31st! 🥳🥳🥳

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alexandrasaintmleux: i can treat you better than him 😩

➥ lilymhe: she's mine 😡

➥ ynplays: but pookies :( don't fight

➥ alexandrasaintmleux: okay kitten whiskers :(

➥ lilymhe: hmph. as long as you don't forget that you were daddy's first 😤

➥ user25: if i didn't know the shrek reference i'd be calling the cops

yoursister: you will send that poor man to an early grave

➥ yoursister: at least you're raising his blood pressure and not mine

➥ yourbestie: i'm just happy i'm not getting the video game rage texts anymore

➥ ynplays: haters (i love you both)

➥ yoursister: it takes the same amount of energy to love or or hate and i will always chose hate when it's you (i love you more)

➥ yourbestie: it's a consequence of cutting my hair off when we were three (ditch your man so we can have a sleepover please)

user26: lame ass dad joke in the caption

➥ ynplays: i thought it was funny 😕

➥ yourfriend1: it wasn't 👎🏽

➥ yourfriend2: should've asked the gc b4 you posted 🤷‍♀️

user27: so we all just ignoring her asking him for nudes…

➥ user28: and what about it???

➥ user29: you're just mad you don't have anybody to send you smth naughty

➥ user30: you notice how he didn't say no tho 👀👀

user31: nonchalant boyfriend core

➥ user32: nonchalant boyfriend & gamer girlfriend >>>

➥ user33: like, he just always in his own world, he rly quiet fr unless he know u

➥ user34: he funny asl tho if he know u type shit

user35: adding this to my lance stroll x reader fic

➥ user36: you couldn't WATERBOARD this info out of me 😭

➥ user37: lance stroll boyfriend aesthetic

➥ user38: ...aye dm a link to that fic LOL ☠️☠️☠️

igstory • ynplays uploaded!

[caption; ui i Lov myy bfrikenddd!!!?! happy new yrsss, ocme give me a KISS labbceyyyy]

lancestroll: i leave you with your sister for 2 seconds to use the bathroom lancestroll: you're super adorable when you're drunk lancestroll: i'll get you some water and come give you a kiss mon coeur lancestroll: you're so pretty

user39: something tells me you will not be able to stream tomorrow

user40: PUT THAT DOWN !!! ts is bigger than your HEAD GIRL

instagram • lancestroll and ynplays • january 1st • my heart ⚑

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lancestroll and ynplays: you guys haven't seen us together since last year 🤪😅

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📌 lancestroll: yn's still passed out from last night but she wanted me to tell you guys that she will still be streaming tonight

➥ lancestroll: (you didn't hear this from me but she is definitely not going to be able to 🫥)

➥ user41: LMAO tell her to rest well

➥ user42: make sure she drinks lots and lots of water

➥ user43: thank u for the update messenger bf lance!!!

lewishamilton: happy it worked out for you man

➥ lancestroll: me too 😁

➥ user44: ik lewis mad as hell he didn't find yn before lance LMAOO 😭😭😭

twitch: now when are we seeing you two play overcooked on stream?

➥ lancestroll: she gets mad at me in animal crossing so i don't think it'll be in my best interests to play overcooked with her

➥ user45: yeah that game tears marriages apart

nhl: can't wait to see you guys rink side together - admin

➥ user46: nhl admin is one of us

yourfriend1: WHAT A HAPPY NEW YEAR 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

➥ yourbestie: glad to start the year knowing i will NEVER have to sit through another vacation fling ever again

➥ yoursister: well,,,what if i want to find love on vacay?

➥ yourfriend1: NO

➥ yourfriend2: UH UH

➥ yourbestie: H-H-HELL NAW ❌❌❌‼️‼️

user47: i love when soft launches only last for a few days

user48: i saw this and smiled like i had anything to do with them getting together

➥ user49: nodded my head like i know them personally 😌

instagram • ynplays • january 1st • where love grows ⚑

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ynplays: yeah yeah yeah stream is cancelled tn (my head is about to combust) to make up for it, canada vlog is premiering tonight 💁🏾‍♀️

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lancestroll: do i get vip on twitch yet?

➥ ynplays: i'll teach you how to mod too

➥ user50: modern day love story 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

➥ user51: discord mod and kitten ts

➥ ynplays: 🤢🤢🤮🤮

lilymhe: i got early access to this video, we are NOT the same xxx

➥ alexandrasaintmleux: i got it too, so we are the same x

➥ user52: damn they really tussling over yn???

➥ user53: can't blame them, i would do the same 💆🏾‍♀️

yourbestie: i feel like i should've gotten more screen time in this vid 🤔

➥ yourfriend1: speak on it bc when she wasn't with lance she was with us being annoying asl🥴

➥ yourfriend2: are we losing the friend group leader to a man? never thought she'd fall so far from grace...

➥ ynplays: friend group leader is CRAZY n y'all just happy to use me for clout huh 😤

yoursister: didn't realize we were returning to clickbait storytime yt era

➥ yoursister: sucks to see how unreletable you've become 😔

➥ ynplays: im going home and stealing ALL my clothes back

➥ yoursister: i misspoke, i apologize for my words *plays ukulele*

➥ user54: believe it or not this is love 🤓

yourmom: lance, thank you for giving my daughter the love and care she deserves x

➥ ynplays: mom this is my post???

➥ lancestroll: of course ma'am. i'll love her tirelessly

➥ ynplays: i'll love you endlessly baby 🥹

user55: HAPPY NEW YEAR YNNNNN

➥ ynplays: thank you my love! i wish you the best year everrrr

➥ user56: happy new year yn stans we up haters stay down

user57: i didn't think we'd get a vlog!!! ilysm ynnnn

➥ user58: best content creator out rn hand down

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[fvnalgirlcomplex]

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY ✸ J. HUGHES

and it begins!! this is irl but also mostly social media au because my tumblr is/was acting up and deleted most of what i had written and.. i’m lazy so!!! reader is referred to as ‘you’ and their looks are talked about but i tried to avoid describing looks… however… reader doesn’t have blonde hair but listen like every nhl fic uses a blonde girl for the fc so. i think its justified!! but sorry to anyone blonde reading lol. i didn’t rlly know how to end this tbh but i hope it’s still good and i hope u like it!! remember that you are beautiful! any negative things said obviously aren’t true :)

warnings: light mention/implication of an eating disorder, insecurities, hate comments, reader gets picked up (lowkey manhandled a little bit), suggestive comments (2), unedited writing

masterlist, series masterlist

fc: olivia rodrigo ( oliviarodrigo on ig )

summary: dating jack wasn’t gonna be easy, you knew that. you just thought him traveling a lot was gonna be the hardest, not being picked apart by his fans.

bought a bunch of makeup,

tryna cover up my face

i started to skip lunch,

stopped eatin’ cake on birthdays

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youruser 22!! shout out to cole caulfield

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colecaulfield thank you for the shout out. I really needed it.

youruser anything for a fan

user19 she’s so cocky omg

yourfriend the cake was so good! you should’ve had some :(

youruser the cake wasn’t very big and i don’t really like cake that much anyways lol glad you liked it though!!

jackhughes ❤️

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user373 at least she chose a blurry pic so we don’t have to see her face lmaoo

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jackhughes birthday girl 🎂

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_quinnhughes haps

youruser damn. not even a full sentence 😔

user14 even his brother doesn’t like her lmao 💀

user298 i hope she knows she’s public enemy #1

user63 bro could do sm better

trevorzegras big! 22! 2️⃣2️⃣

user86 the way she looks at him though 🥹

user7 no..

user329 why are you so miserable

user738 he did her so dirty with the second picture 😭 makeup can only do so much but somehow she looks even worse than i imagined with no makeup

“I didn’t know it was such a big deal—”

“It shouldn’t have to be a big deal, Jack! I asked you not to post it, I don’t understand why you don’t listen!”

Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe you were taking your insecurities out on Jack when it really wasn’t his fault. But, it’s hard to stay calm when you’ve started to hate what you see everytime you look in the mirror, or someone takes a picture of you and that’s when you have makeup on. Words couldn’t describe how gross you feel without makeup on.

“I think you look gorgeous. I don’t know what the issue is.” Jack responded, too nonchalantly for your liking.

“The issue is that I don’t think I look gorgeous so I don’t want it out in the world for all your fans to see.” Jack sighed at your response. He knew what this was about but to him, you the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He just couldn’t grasp how someone like you could be insecure.

“Y/n…” He said softly, grabbing the sides of your face. The mood in the room had quickly changed from tense to sad as soon as the word fans was mentioned. “You’re stunning. I know you don’t believe me but, you really are. All those comments are from a bunch of teenage girls who are jealous. I know it’s hard to block out but you just have to try ‘cause I wanna show everyone how pretty my girl is, okay?” Jack finished, trying to cheer you up. It didn’t really work to be honest but still, through glass eyes, you looked up at him and nodded before he brought you into a comforting hug.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it wasn’t just teen fan girls. It was also grown men. Men your boyfriends age who thought you were just as hideous. They couldn’t have been doing it for the same reasons as the fan girls. They had to have just been being honest, right?

‘cause there’s always somethin’ missin’

there’s always somethin’ in the mirror

that i think looks wrong

when pretty isn’t pretty enough,

what do you do?

You loved spending time with Jack. And you also loved getting to spend time with the people he cared about. But the pressure of looking good before going knowing that pictures would be taken, with or without you knowing, made you want to puke.

You started planning out your outfits far in advance, what shoes, how you’d do you hair, your makeup. Everything. You told yourself over and over again that the outfit is cute. You asked Jack about it and he always reassured you that you would look beautiful in anything and the friends you’d ask say the same thing.

But that still wasn’t enough to stop your brain from making you think everything was wrong. No matter you were wearing, when you looked in the mirror it just looked… wrong. Like something was missing.

“Babe?” Your boyfriends voice came softly through the bedroom door. Jack had invited you to the Devils Halloween Party this year which would be your first New Jersey Devils event. Jack and Luke were wearing matching spider-man costumes with Nico and Dawson who were currently at the brothers apartment. “You ready?” He asked you as he poked his head into the bedroom before fully stepping in, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, I was just looking for my cat ears.” Lie. You were overanalyzing yourself like you always did before you went out but you knew if you told Jack that he’d feel bad and tell you that you didn’t have to go if you weren’t comfortable.

It wasn’t clear if Jack really believed your lie but he glanced around the room for the headband anyways before finding it on the edge of the bed next to you and placing them on your head for you.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed from when you were putting on your boots before you caught a look at yourself in the mirror, you looked up at Jack, who’s hands stayed on the side of your face after gently placing the headband on you.

Words weren’t exchanged as he looked at you, his thumbs tenderly moving over cheeks. He moved down to place a lovingly soft kiss on your forehead and then your lipstick covered lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your mouth. You almost believed him.

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njdwag.updates y/n at the halloween party with a fellow wag. she went as a black cat 🐈‍⬛

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theotherwag sweetest girl to ever exist 🩷

user273 jacks like 🥹

user33 is this a safe space?

user649 depends…

user33 i love yn. and i love yn and jack!! they’re so cute and it’s so obvious everyone that hates her is just jealous :/

user472 REAL!!! they claim to be fans of jack but hate to see him happy… like something isn’t adding up??

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user634 wait jack went as spider-man and she went as a black cat?? she’s kinda funny for that

user710 jack probably didn’t want to outright match with her 💀

user845 her standing next to another wag.. this is so sad like jack!! wake up!!

and everybody’s keepin’ it up, so you think it’s you

i could change up my body and change up my face

i could try every lipstick in every shade

but i’d always feel the same

‘cause pretty isn’t pretty enough anyways

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njdwags y/n y/l/n at her colleges football game with friends!

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user968 everytime there’s a picture of her standing next to someone it really highlights how ugly she is LMAO

user263 idk why people hate her sm she’s so pretty

user945 she’s even prettier in person! i met her at the game and she was so nice. it’s so sad to see all the hate she gets :(

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user293 we have class together!! she’s literally so sweet and smart

user683 ugly ass

user78 she chose a college football game over her boyfriends hockey game…

user537 why does she always have her tongue out 💀

and i try to ignorе it, but it's everythin' i see

it’s on the poster on the wall, it's in like every magazine

it’s in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys i bring to bed

it’s all around, it's all the time, i don't know why i even try

It’s like you couldn’t stop yourself from reading comments on posts about you. You knew you should ignore but it seemed impossible to ignore at this point.

You knew the comments would be negative like they always were but you always had hope they would be nice for once. And there was nice ones sometimes! But most were so overwhelmingly negative, you couldn’t even focus on the positives.

And it wasn’t just comments either, no. Not anymore at least. Since, you’ve read the comments, it’s like all the negative has leaked out of your phone and into every aspect of your life.

It was when you visited your family over winter break, you had totally forgotten about the posters you had in past years of icons from your childhood. Icons who were so how all skinny or blonde or had stunning blue eyes or all three. The break was supposed to get you away from all that and yet, you still cried yourself to sleep that first night.

Every aspect of life also included you and your boyfriend. You knew before you and Jack had started dating, he was constantly liking other girls bikini pics on instagram. And even though he had stopped doing that, you’d still seen tweets from his fans in the past joking about how he was “always at the scene of the crime” with a screenshot of his like on a picture of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. And while you tried to ignore it, you noticed of a pattern with all the girls. They looked a lot like the icons from your childhood. Nothing like you.

So now, late at night, when you were supposed to be having quiet and sweet moments with your boyfriend; your boyfriend that you didn’t get to see very often at that! You spent those moments thinking about those stupid likes on those stupid pictures of those stupidly beautiful girls.

And as for you, the comments had really gotten to your head. Even when you weren’t with Jack and you weren’t on your phone or in your childhood room. You still found someone to compare yourself to. It was like some kind of superpower.

and i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy

i chased some dumb ideal my entire life

and none of it matters and none of it ends

you just feel like shit all over again

Was this silly? It feel silly.

This didn’t feel like you but a change was needed.

Jack (and Luke) had been hanging out with the team all day and you had the day off. You had decided to spend the time alone shopping for clothes that you would’ve never worn before this past month and a box of blonde hair dye.

“We’re home!”

Luke’s voice rang through the apartment, snapping you out of your trance that you were in while staring out the box of hair dye taunting you on the bathroom counter.

“Y/n?” Now it was Jacks voice that made its way through the apartment.

“Bathroom!”

You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door before a knock on the door, hesitating before opening the door before him. He slipped in before locking the door behind him.

“I was gonna jump in the shower if he wanted to join me.” Jack told you, his hands sliding around your waist with his back to the door. Naturally, your hands slipped around to rest behind his neck, forgetting about the hair dye sitting on the counter.

“I think I’m gonna have to pass this time—”

“You’re gonna dye your hair?” Jack cut you off, his eyes focused behind you.

“Oh- Yeah, I just, um, wanted a change I guess.”

Jack didn’t say anything or take his eyes off of the box of hair dye. He didn’t buy it for a second but he just didn’t understand. How could you not see how beautiful you were. Jack had known the comments were bad, he just didn’t realize they were getting to you this badly. He looked back to you, who had a guilty look in your eyes. Jack sighed before moving you over to the counter, placing you next to the box.

“Baby, if you really want to dye your hair blonde, go for for it. But I don’t think you want to.” You couldn’t even look at him. You felt embarrassed that you’d been confronted about how out of hand these insecurities have gotten, even if it wasn’t really your fault. You felt like a child being scolded. “I know we’ve talked about this before but you really have to listen to me this time okay, babe?”

Jacks hand came up to your chin, gently pushing your head up to make eye contact with him.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I mean that. All those assholes just want to find someone to hate more than themselves and I’m sorry that dating me has made you a target for that. But blonde hair dye isn’t gonna make them stop. I’ll say something— I should’ve said something sooner but I’ll do it now. Just- Just don’t change for them because they won’t ever be happy. Pretty isn’t pretty enough for them, okay?”

You were crying now. Because you knew he was right and you were upset you had let them drive you crazy. You continued to cry as your boyfriends arm came around your frame. You uttered apologies, not quite sure for what, while his hand rubbed your back.

After a while, your tears stopped and Jack pulled away. “I love you. And I told you, if you really want to go blonde, go for it. I mean, you’ll look hot either way—”

“Jack!”

“Okay, okay. Blonde or no blonde.” He asked with a small smile on his face, holding up the box of hair dye.

“No blonde.”

Jacks smile grew as he threw the box into the trashcan. His hands slid down to your thighs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“So… can we get that shower now?”

[champagnefountains]

So...Alastor went missing for a while after the extermination right? Would you be open to a story where the reader is taking care of Al after he gets back? Maybe still a little mad at him for vanishing, more worried about him being hurt...just the fall out that comes from not knowing if he was alive or not? Your first Lucifer story was wonderful!! You really have a solid foundation for this and I'm excited to see more from you!!

Aw, thank you so much! I'm really, really glad you enjoyed the Lucifer story! And omg, I love this idea...I live for angst so here's some more~!

ALASTOR - H.H.

A/N: They probably were able to rebuild the entire hotel in less than a day, but just to make it more dramatic, I made Alastor's disappearance two days long. Also, I'm not exactly too happy with the pacing here...so I apologise in advance ;-;

Word count: 2.8k+ words (I need to control myself...also unedited, sorta). Genre/other tags: Angst with good ending. OOC Alastor (I think?...sorry...). Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of blood. Talk about loss/death.

After the cancellation of this year’s extermination and Hell's victory against Heaven’s forces, Charlie and the team had spent the next couple of days repairing the damages caused. The team’s morale was as high as ever as they busied themselves reconstructing and making significant renovations to the hotel, their spirits brightening at the prospect of the potential influx of evil-doers to their establishment. There was no doubt that the hotel’s popularity had boomed, as there wasn’t a single soul in Hell that didn’t know about their contribution towards the annual culling. 

However, there was one thing that had been plaguing your mind since the end of the bloodshed: Alastor's whereabouts. Everyone, including yourself, knew that the Radio-Demon was more than capable of looking after himself, considering his high-regarded reputation in all the Nine Circles. However, it’s been two days since the battle and there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere. And as his significant other, it bothered you to no end. And it wasn’t like you could call him either – Alastor strictly refused to use a mobile phone or any electronic device, no matter how much you pried. He didn’t even make any attempts to reach out to you, whether it be from your own portable radio that he gifted you, or even a small note or letter. Absolutely nothing.

Currently, the hotel has just completed its final transformation with big thanks to Lucifer and Charlie's magical powers and sorcery. With your distress multiplying with every passing second, you couldn't bring yourself to be as excited as the others. You silently excused yourself from the group by the main entrance, wandering off to the furthest side of the building and turning the corner. With a trembling sigh, you leaned against the wall, covering your mouth with your hands as a sob wracks through your body.

You hadn't felt as anxious as you were, in so, so long. It must've been the build up from the months-long preparations made to fend off Heaven to now, that had you overwhelmed. Yes, there was no doubt that Alastor was powerful, but he fought Adam head on – the very first man – which you were able to only catch minor glimpses of in the midst of battle. And that was probably the last time you saw him.

You didn't want to think about the possibility of loss. Because there's no way, right? ...Right? The others were also quick to reassure you plenty of times, sensing your growing unease with each passing day. But it did little to nothing to help ease your nerves. Preoccupied in your own despair, you failed to sense an approaching figure among the shadows.

"'Cher? What are you doing, hiding all the way down here?" A static-like voice called out, causing you to stiffen, "you should be celebrating with the others! You wouldn't want to miss out on such an exciting time!" Eyes widening, you swiftly pivoted yourself to face them. Low and behold, the source of your worries stood before you, all in one piece, smiling down at you with his usual Cheshire-like grin.

"...Alastor?" You weakly called out. Your wavering tone caused the Overlord to raise a brow, mild confusion taking over him. "Yes, my dear?" He asks with a tilt of his head. But it wasn't until he took a closer look at your distressed features that his expression softened a faction. "Darling, you're upset...why are you crying?"

Despite your immense relief, you couldn't help but send him a baffled look. "Wha-Why am I crying? Are you serious, Al?" You spat back incredulously. "You've been gone for two days! Two days! And I didn't know where or-or how you were! Can’t you even imagine how I must've felt when I couldn't find you after the fight?” Alastor only blinked at your sudden outburst. “And you don't even think to tell any of us where you've gone off to! I thought...I-I thought..." Your voice died down as a sob threatened to leave your throat. "I-I thought you were gone."

"Oh, dear, don't be silly," Alastor softly chuckles, fixing his monocle, "it'll take more than those pesky, little angels to get rid of me!" His lanky legs strided towards you, his head shaking in mild amusement. He stops just before you, leaning forward to pat your head reassuringly. Sniffling, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. It gave you the reassurance you wanted and needed – it was proof that he was here with you, physically. However, the action unexpectedly causes Alastor to stiffen. You furrow your brows, lifting your head to send him a questioning look.

"...Al? Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, slowly unwrapping yourself to inspect him. Usually, Alastor didn't mind whether you initiated physical contact and vice versa, especially considering that you had been together for a while now. You then glanced behind him and your surroundings in caution – there didn't seem to be anyone watching either, knowing that he wasn't as fond of PDA. 

As you pan your eyes towards his face, you were surprised to see a tensed expression. "N-Nothing to worry about, darling," he says through a forced smile, waving his hand dismissively before sharply pivoting himself the other direction. "Now, shall we go join the others now? They're probably wondering where we've both gone!" Nonchalant, he begins walking off with his hands crossed behind his back. That was...strange. Something was clearly wrong, you think to yourself.

"Al, wait!" You jog towards him, passing and stopping him in his tracks. "Is...is there something wrong?" You worriedly ask. "I just...I feel like you're not telling me something. I-If I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–"

You felt your words die in your throat as a noticeably large, wet patch began to form against his dress shirt. You let out a startled gasp. "Wha–you're‐you're bleeding!" You cry in panic, hands raising and twitching in front of you with uncertainty. His expression darkening, Alastor stubbornly shook his head, gently pushing you aside by the shoulder, "Like I said, it's nothing to worry about. It's not but a small scratch! I'll be fine, dear–"

"No, you're not fine!" You interjected, eyes blurring in tears and wavering. Your hands shook as you gawked at the growing stain on his shirt. At that, you didn't miss the way Alastor's lips twitched in presumed pain, as small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to grab his wrist, preparing to pull him towards the hotel's entrance. "Come on, Al. W-We need to get you cleaned up–" A firm squeeze in your hand stopped you in your tracks as you turned back to face him, distressed.

"[Name]. I said I'll be fine," he sternly says, his voice contorting in static. Despite the sinister grin he displayed, it left you unfazed. You pinched your brows and balled your fists in frustration, staring at him in disbelief. "...What the hell is wrong with you?" You hiss at the deer-demon, "You're clearly not fine–you wouldn't be fucking bleeding right now if you were fine!"

Alastor clicked his tongue, "Darling, you're exaggerating too much, don’t you think? You don't need to fret—"

"Shut up! I-I don't give a damn who you think you are! Strong Overlord or not, I'm worried, okay?! I-I'll always be worried about you!" Angry tears began pouring from your eyes. "I was scared for my life when I didn't hear from you the past few days! I didn't know what happened to you–if you were okay or even alive! I-I couldn't even get a single blink of sleep last night, so don't fucking tell me to not worry!" Alastor's egotistical and prideful personality was not news to you and everyone else – you knew how stubborn he could be, and now was no exception. It was absolutely infuriating.

Alastor's grim expression eased at your growing distress, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he watched you messily wipe your face. You took a brief moment to compose yourself, your breaths shaky and uneven. "Look, just–I don't want to argue right now, okay?" You hiccup, "i-if you don't want the other's seeing you like this, just...I-I don't know, teleport us inside the hotel somewhere. Just anything, so I can stitch you up properly."

Begrudgingly, Alastor manifested his microphone from thin air. He didn't have any room to argue with you here. He then softly taps the ground with the bottom of the stand twice, casting a group of black shadows from the ground. They surrounded you both in a circular-like motion, completely filling your sights with a black void. There was a brief gust of wind and it didn't take long until they dissipated, the both of you now standing in what was assumed to be your new shared room in the hotel – it was nearly identical to your previous one before the reconstruction, save for the new wallpaper.  

"Remove your shirt. I'll get the kit," you immediately order as you point at the bed, gesturing for him to sit. You then disappear into the bathroom for a brief moment, grabbing the small first-aid kit under the sink before returning to the bedroom. Alastor had already sat himself down the edge of the bed, his dirty button-up and coat neatly folded on the floor, and his chest bare. You grimaced as you eyed the massive, fresh gash across his scarred chest, that was somewhat tended to with poor stitching.

You let out a disapproving sigh. "I expected your patching to be a little better than this,” you comment as you set the kit beside him, taking out some gauze and alcohol. Alastor rolls his eyes. "It's not everyday you get struck by an angelic weapon, dear," he shoots back sarcastically. There was a small stagger in your movement, your jaw clenching as a deep frown settled on your lips. So it was because of Adam that he's in this state, you sourly think. You try to not let the thought affect you too much as you begin disinfecting his wound.

While you were fixing him up, the both of you remained in complete silence. You actively chose to ignore his piercing gaze in the meantime, which practically burned through your skull as you maintained your focus solely on his wound. Your earlier frustrations didn't seem to simmer down either, deciding to keep quiet to prevent another one-sided shouting battle. As much as you loved Alastor, his lack of understanding towards your concerns vexed you to no end. Because, hypothetically speaking, what if he had actually died during his fight against Adam? If his body went missing, you were never going to find the closure you needed and were probably gonna go on with your life not knowing of his whereabouts. Your life would've been completely miserable with the constant grieving. And like Alastor smartly said, it wasn’t everyday that he’d be fighting a divine opponent, so definitive defeat wouldn’t be completely off of the table despite being quite powerful himself. 

The mere thought brought fresh tears to your eyes, which you were quick to blink away. ‘No…there’s no point dwelling in the past and what-if’s,’ you reprimand yourself. Alastor’s here, after all. That's the only thing that matters right now. But regardless, you still remained upset.

After a while and now satisfied with your craft, you neatly applied a bandage around his chest and waist. "...Don't put too much pressure on it for a while," you quietly advised as you began packing the equipment away. You continued to ignore his gaze, knowing that you'd lose your composure if you were to look at him. Without sparing him a glance, you lazily chucked the kit by the bedside table and made your way towards the door. Shortly after, you left the room without another word.

You found yourself aimlessly walking on the balcony facing the bar, near the main entrance. There, you saw Charlie walking up the stairs adjacent from you, who was quick to catch your approaching form. "[Name], there you are! I was just looking for you!" She cheerily says, skipping towards you with excited steps. "Everything looks so, so amazing, can you believe it?! Oh, oh! We all saw Alastor, by the way! I told you he was going to be fine–erm, [Name]?" The Princess forced her banter to a halt upon spotting your swollen, red eyes.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" She softly asks, coming forth to rub your back. You open your mouth to speak but consciously stop to think your answer through. You knew not to speak a word of Alastor’s state at the moment, knowing it would desecrate his persona. So you decide to keep it short and vague. 

"Alastor and I...we, uhm…had a small fight," you briefly explain with a tight-lipped smile. Charlie’s eyes softened in understanding. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did...do you wanna talk about it?” She kindly offers, holding your hand. You shake your head, “It’s alright, Princess. I’ll be okay in due time.” You didn’t want to dampen the overall mood and atmosphere, after all the hard work and sweat shed for this very moment. “Well, I mean, if you’re sure…” she hesitantly replies, giving you another quick look-over. “Say, how about we get you cleaned up a little and we head down and join the others? It’ll help clear your mind a little bit, yeah?”  

Bless her heart, you think with a small smile. With a nod, Charlie dragged you to the nearby restroom, where you splashed your face with water and did minor touch-ups to look somewhat decent. Shortly after, you joined the others by the main lounge, who all cheered and welcomed you with open arms. All the while, your mind automatically wandered to Alastor, who you knew was dwelling somewhere within the hotel. 

After a couple hours of celebration, you all decided to retire for the night, exhausted from the day's work. Charlie had sent you off with a small hug, wishing you luck as you slowly made your way back to your room. You felt your heart thump loudly against your ears as you spotted your room number in the distance, which only intensified as you reached for the knob and opened the door.

With a deep breath, you entered the room and to your surprise, you found Alastor where you had left him. However this time, he was already in his night-wear and was comfortably sitting upright and against the bed frame, legs under the covers and reading some book. He made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he hummed a random, sweet tune, licking a finger to flick a page of the novel he was supposedly engrossed in. You didn't know what would've irked you more – the fact that he wasn't addressing you right now or alternatively, if he were to go on about his day in his usual chirpy-self, and not bring up what had happened. Reciprocating his behaviour, you wordlessly went to the bathroom to do your usual night routine and changed into a comfortable set of pyjamas. When you were done, you beelined towards your side of the bed, stiffly slipping under the covers with your back facing him and pulling the covers close to your face. 

The tension was dripping as the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. You unconsciously found yourself pacing your own breaths, as if you were worried that you were breathing a sound wave too loud. You also didn't move a single inch from your spot, remaining stagnant like a statue. It remained that way for a short while, unable to find a single blink of sleep or tiredness, just as you did the past couple days.

“Darling, I know you’re awake…” Alastor says, finally breaking the silence as he shuts his book with a soft thud, placing it by the bedside table. There was a brief pause, as if he was waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. You listen intently in silent anticipation as you dug yourself further into your pillow.

“I…I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. It wasn’t in my intentions to upset you,” he continues, “I didn’t mean to carelessly dismiss your concerns the way I did. I understand that you’re merely worried for me. After all, if had it been you in my place instead, I would’ve acted the same way, if not more. And I’m sorry for troubling you these past few days. It was due to my carelessness that made you disregard your own health and caused you so much distress. With that, I want to express my utmost gratitude to you for looking after me despite it all. I…I hope you can forgive me, darling.” 

It was simple and straight to the point. And yet, his words struck a chord with you, causing a new onset of tears to flow and dampen the bed sheets. Alastor wasn’t one to easily admit his faults and apologise the way he did, so his words had so much of an impact on you. Though you had your own few questions to ask him, you suppose that this was enough for the time being as you didn’t want another day to go by, remaining in conflict with each other. You turn yourself to face him, sitting up and tearfully looking up at him. Silent, Alastor looked back down at you in a hopeful manner, his usual grin on his face. “O-Of course, I forgive you,” you quietly replied as you carefully hugged his side, “I-I just…I want you to look after yourself better. I-I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself if I had lost you then.” 

Huffing in relief, he softly snickers into your hair, running one of his claws through its strands. “Like I said, you won’t lose me, my dear. I’ll even wreak havoc across all of Hell to get back to you,” he cheesily coos as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You wetly chuckle at his remark, leaning into him closer. “That’s quite a huge commitment to make, Al. You promise you gonna keep your word for it?” you jokingly reply, playfully poking at his chest. Grin widening, Alastor boops your nose with a single digit, “that’s a guarantee, darling.” 

[miwiheroes]

This isn't a question but omg your profile pic is mike doing the Vulcan salute!!! I've been looking for that picture for so long thank youuuuuu, I thought I was going crazy and just imagined it lol.

JAHSDGAJSGD yes i love that pic sm its great

here it is unedited bc its pookie wookie and some more from that same photoshoot

[hannahbarberra162]

please release the next part of the Mating Call marco fanfic 😭😭

i really love it omg

I would if it was done, I promise!

I'm still writing it, it's about 65-70% complete. I should be finished in the next few days or so. In the meantime, here's an (unedited) snippet for ya.

The Phoenix strode over to the flat slab of rock that had been functioning as a makeshift table. You startled when the Phoenix used a wing to knock everything off the top, glass breaking and metal containers clanging to the floor. The Phoenix raised a talon and jabbed it into the top of the table, slowly drawing its foot in a large circular motion. You covered your ears as a terrible high pitched scream rang through the cave as the Phoenix's talons dug through the rock. The Phoenix continued until there were deep grooves in the rock in the shape of a giant circle. You weren’t sure what it was doing but it seemed to know exactly what it was after.

Leaning over, the Phoenix opened its beak and blew a stream of azure fire onto the table, the fire catching within the grooves. The fire didn’t go out as you expected but blazed in an unearthly blue. The fire died down a little until it was glowing embers within the rock, much like the Phoenix had been mere hours before. Your desire to escape returned tenfold as you realized what it had made.

An altar.  

You shrank back as the Phoenix reached for you with its talons again, grabbing you around your midsection. You clutched at its leg as it brought you up and deposited you gently in the middle of the burning circle. Like before, the fire wasn’t hot. But this time when your hand brushed against the embers, you jerked it back in surprise. It felt like a warning, like holding a wild animal in your hand and hoping it didn’t bite.

“Remove your clothes, mate. Unless you prefer that I shred them off you,” the Phoenix intoned, watching you intently.

[kaciidubs]

KACII DARLING ARE U SEEING WHAT IM SEEING ?

I JUST REALISED HE ISNT WEARING A SHIRT ITS JUST A FUCKING NECK PILLOW… AND THE BARE FACE AND HIS HAND I CAAAAANNNNNTTTTT *sobs*

No but imagine your laying down with him and he wants to watch his anime and you’re just laying on his chest kissing his pretty self while he tries to concentrate 🥹

My darling, I'm seeing ALL OF THIS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! I didn't even realize he was shirtless, I thought the thing around his neck was a black tank top, omg

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"Let me know if the TV's too loud, yeah?"

You hummed tiredly in acknowledgement, tucking yourself further against his side as he tugged the blanket up your bodies.

It was the perfect recipe; you, your boyfriend, a fan blowing a gentle breeze (to save you from your living space heater of a boyfriend), and a show playing in the background to aid in lulling you to sleep.

When Chris mentioned wanting to catch the newest episode of the anime he was watching on release, you agreed with no qualms. You watched a few episodes with him from time to time, but it wasn't one of your main shows so you didn't mind missing out on the current release for the sake of catching up on some much needed sleep.

Though, when the intro theme started playing through the speakers, and Chris's gentle hums vibrated through his chest, you found yourself woefully slipping further away from actually falling asleep.

Yes, you were tired, exhausted even, but your brain refused to let go of the fact that you were laying in bed with your boyfriend - not quite a rarity, but the current trend of going to sleep before he was home due to their comeback did do a number on your sleeping habits.

Peeking an eye open, you figured you could at least watch a few scenes of the show to tire your brain out, but as the minutes passed like hours you could tell it wasn't what you needed, what you wanted.

You needed to sleep, but you wanted to spend time with your insanely busy boyfriend.

Huffing softly, you allowed yourself to fall into that mood, albeit a bit selfishly, as you tilted your head up with a pout. "Channie."

He turned his head almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed at the whine in your tone, "Hm? What's wrong - is it too loud?"

A hum of disagreement floated pat your lips, "No, I just... Can I have a kiss?"

It took him a second to register your words, but when he did a small smile grew on his face, "Baby, you didn't have to ask, come here."

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, lingering in the embrace for a moment before pulling away - at least, he would have if it weren't for your left hand cupping his jaw, a short whine escaping you.

"More?"

Your tired plea made him chuckle, lidded eyes gazing at you with undeniable love, "Yes, you can have more, baby."

He couldn't care less about the episode going on without his attention, not when your lips were on his again; soft and warm, simply lingering against his own until you decided to add another peck to the mix.

You both stayed like that for god knows how long, existing in your little bubble until you pulled away for a yawn to escape, Chris chuckling at your obvious dismay at the interruption.

"Go to sleep, princess," he hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning his cheek on the crown of your head, "I'll kiss you extra in the morning, yeah?"

Your hand slipped to his bare chest, fingers lightly tapping at his collarbone as you nodded as much as you could in his embrace, "Mhm... G'night, baby."

"Good night, love."

[unedited]

[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.