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aeyumicore · 1 year ago

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━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, not canon events (completely fictional)

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 10.7k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, first time sex with zayne (not virginity loss), jealous!zayne, dom!zayne, zayne slightly loses control of evol, furniture breaks, lot’s of teasing, fictional characters, size kink, vaginal sex, oral sex f!receiving, tongue fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, slightly drunk sex (not really), tummy bulge, posessive/claiming behavior, let me know if i missed anything!

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: helloooo writing for my fav zayne again <3 would you guys believe this is actually the first lads fic i ever started but i put it on hold because it was way too elaborate and i didn’t want to make a whole like multi chapter fic? i actually cut out a lotttt of it, it probably would’ve been more like 30k words if i kept the same writing style/detail i had originally, and i just could not do that to myself

also the matthew/intern mentioned in the fic is completely made up and fictional, he is not a reference to any characters! i couldn’t bring myself to use greyson for the purposes of the plot bc i think he and zayne are so cute LOL god i love the jealous angsty feelings trope

pls enjoy hehe i luv u guys <3 also come interact with me on twit @/aeyumicore :’)

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✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

"Will you go to dinner with me?”

You whip your head around to see where the unfamiliar voice came from, coming face to face with one of the surgical interns of the Akso hospital. You’d run into him several times before when visiting Zayne at work, but never quite got his name.

"Me?”

The intern chuckles at your dumbfoundedness, which he thinks is adorable, "Yes, you’re Y/N right? My name is Matthew. I'm one of the surgical interns here. So, will you let me take you to dinner tomorrow?”

Zayne chokes on his rice from the seat beside you, patting his chest a few times to clear his throat. You’d decided to have lunch with Zayne after your check-up today; well more like you’d forced him to the cafeteria with you against his will. You’d desperately wanted to try the infamous mint chocolate chip jello the hospital cafeteria served, even though you knew it’d be disgusting. And so you both sat at a table in the cafeteria, you with your jello and Zayne with a homemade bento box you’d made for him, along with some of his favorite pastries from the bakery down the street.

At his coughs, the intern’s eyes snapped to Zayne’s and it was like he’d just then realized Zayne was there, the surprise and anxiety written all over his expression. Zayne was always someone who commanded respect and fear from his colleagues and subordinates, so much so that Matthew had turned pale as a ghost.

"Oh! Dr. Zayne, I'm so sorry I didn’t realize–” but Zayne cuts him off with a simple wave of his hand.

"It’s fine. Continue your conversation.” You’re a bit taken back by Zayne’s nonchalance. Sure, you were just childhood friends but it would be nice if Zayne had any reaction at all to being asked out right in front of him. You yourself couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards Zayne but it was seeming more and more that it was completely one sided.

"I, um…” you’re at a loss for words, not knowing how to let the handsome intern down. Matthew was honestly very attractive, and seemed kind enough, but you had hoped to spend your friday night with Zayne, though you hadn’t had the chance to ask him yet. He’d been swamped with surgeries and patients the last few days and you hardly got to see him at all. And you missed him thoroughly.

"I actually had plans with Zay– I mean dr. Zayne,” you glance at Zayne, hoping he’ll get the message, but the expression on his face is dark and unreadable.

"No we don’t. You should go,” Zayne’s tone is cold and his eyes refuse to meet yours. Despite yourself, your heart clenches in disappointment. You know Zayne could be obtuse but he was also extremely intelligent and perceptive. He undoubtedly knew you wanted to spend your night with him. But it was becoming more and more apparent he did not want to spend his with you.

"But i–”

"I have plans anyways.” Your eyes can’t help but sting as he avoids looking at you. So you try to steel yourself; you were a big girl and a little bit of unrequited affection would not destroy you. Keeping your voice steady and blinking back unshed tears of frustration, you look up at Matthew, his eyes lighting up at you expectantly, and you try to give him your best smile.

"I...I would love to go to dinner with you!”

You don’t notice the deep scowl on Zayne’s face as a dark icy storm brews in his green eyes.

–

You stumbled out of the taxi, your way-too-high heels catching on the foot step almost causing you to trip headfirst into the pavement. You sigh as you catch yourself on the cab door and glance at your hunter watch and see that it’s already 1am.

"Get home safe miss, and no more drinks, you hear me?” Your cab driver reprimands you teasingly.

"Yes sir,” you mock salute him as you wobble onto your feet, thoroughly drunk, "Thank you so much! Please drive safe. Good night sir!”

"Good night miss!”

You turn towards your apartment building, sighing in exhausted defeat. What an absolute disaster of a night.

The date was unexpectedly wonderful. Matthew was handsome, kind, funny, and a complete gentleman. He brought you to a very fancy and expensive restaurant downtown, so you wore one of your most elegant dresses, not that you had many. It was a simple satin black mid-length evening dress, with a slit that exposed just up to your mid thigh and an open back that accentuates your figure. You’d normally never wear something so sensual on a first date, but you couldn’t deny that the way Zayne had reacted, or not reacted, stung your heart. So maybe you did go a little extra tonight because you were hurt. So what?

After dinner, Matthew and you took a leisurely stroll at linkon park, with enough time to catch the sunset. As you watched the sun melt into the sea of golden yellows and dusky pinks, Matthew kissed you. It was passionate, slow, and soft. The perfect kiss.

Except when you moaned out Zayne’s name.

And so the night ended as quickly as it began. Matthew was as understanding as he possibly could have been, but you could tell it killed anything that could have happened between the two of you. Matthew was a surgical intern, so with what little free time he had, he said he couldn’t chance it on a girl who was clearly already in love with someone else, especially if that someone was his boss and mentor. He’d offered to give you a ride back home but you refused, saying you’d grab a cab instead.

So you found yourself at a bar, downing shots of soju to numb the mortification of your blunder but also the feeling of utter patheticness. Hours went by as you wallowed in your emotions. You’d had feelings for Zayne for as long as you could even remember. And still, you couldn’t tell him or move on from him.

But maybe you would have the guts to tell him if it didn’t feel like he literally could not give two cents about you, beyond as a patient and as his annoying childhood friend. It was literally like pulling teeth to get him to spend any time at all with you lately.

So here you were, stumbling into your apartment building at 1:37 am: drunk, exhausted, and empty. The night breeze raised goosebumps on your exposed thighs as your heels clicked on the pavement in the dark.

You headed toward your apartment, through the main entrance and up the lobby elevator, the alcohol still making your brain swim. Luckily you no longer saw double, and your eyelids no longer felt like a ton of bricks.

The elevator door dinged open and you trudged toward your unit, your toes screaming in protest in the confine of your heels. You forced your vision to cooperate with you as you tried to punch in your door code. The error buzz sounded out, again and again, and you groaned in frustration.

In the blurry edges of your vision, a large and slightly scarred hand reached over yours. Yelping, you whip yourself around and reach to grab the gun you always had strapped to your thigh. But from the icy cold touch against your fingers and the scars littering the pink skin, you realize exactly who it was.

"Zayne?” You did your best not to slur, trapped between him and your front door. You don’t miss how he swears under his breath as his eyes trail down your body, lingering at all your exposed skin, before snapping back up to your face. You can’t even imagine how wrecked you must look right now, mentally kicking yourself for not touching up after the bar. Your gloss was undoubtedly smeared from the kiss and the copious alcohol, your hair a bird’s nest from the night breeze, and your mascara smeared from the stray tears of your drunken emotions.

You didn’t do a very good job at steeling your voice because Zayne saw right through you, his eyes narrowing as they absolutely drank you in, "You’re drunk?” His voice holds a dangerous edge, as if mad that you’d have the audacity to be drunk. He deftly types your access code in, and gently ushers you into your apartment. You stumble in your heels against his body, and Zayne wraps his arm around your waist to catch you before you fall. You flush at the way his hands palm the exposed skin of your lower back.

"M’not drunk,” you protest, swatting his hand away, not wanting your body to give any of your feelings towards him away, but Zayne only grips you tighter, fingers flitting between the soft satin material of your dress and the goosebump ridden skin of your back. His arm on your waist feels so right, threatening to make you melt right into his embrace. But you fight the urge, trying to hold onto your annoyance.

You can’t see his eyes but you know they’re rolling in their sockets at your obvious drunkeness. He gently guides you through the threshold of your home and then kneels down before you. The sight of him on the floor in front of your feet makes you reel, hoping the furious blush is masked by the flush of alcohol in your blood.

"W-what are you doing?” You try to step back, but your knees wobble and Zayne grips your thigh in place. You shiver at his cold touch on your sensitive skin, a little too high for you to keep any semblance of calm.

"Do you want to stay in these deathtraps?” He murmurs as he starts to slip the strappy heels off of your aching feet. His fingers around your ankle tingle as he softly massages the red skin of where the straps dug in.

"Zayne? Why are you here? Did something happen?” Your voice wavers still, but Zayne’s cold touch is starting to sober you up and clear your vision as your mind tries its best to focus on him. Zayne doesn’t respond as he lifts your other foot and slips the other heel off. His fingers linger on your bare legs before he slips your house slippers on your feet, standing back up to tower over you.

"It’s almost 2 in the morning, and you’re just now coming home,” his voice is hard and stern, it’s clear he has things he wants to say but you’re in no mood for a lecture on sexual safety, stds, and stranger danger.

"I was busy,” you snap, your emotions running extra high from everything that had happened today, especially Zayne’s nonchalance. But he’s incredibly patient with you, as he always is, taking you by the waist nagain and leading you to your living room couch. You’re too tired to resist, and you desperately need to get off your aching feet.

"How was your date?” Zayne sits you on your couch and then heads to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water. His question reminds you of how royally you screwed up today and your mood sours even more.

"Fine,” you mutter, trying to keep from snapping at him again. Zayne sits beside you and brings the glass of water to your lips, tilting it for you with his fingers on your jaw. You take deep gulps, the cold water soothing your entire sore body. Sinking further into the couch, your mind wanders back to your disastrous screw up. You’d called Matthew Zayne. It literally couldn’t get more mortifying than that.

Zayne stares at you and you know he doesn’t believe you, so you murmur again, "It was fine.” But as his intense eyes bore holes into you, your voice cracks under all the feelings you’d stuffed deep down today.

He was here now and it confused you to no end. You’d wanted nothing more than to spend your day with him, but he’d pushed you away. Were you really that blind that you’d developed feelings for a man who did not feel even slightly the same way?

Your eyes well up with tears at the thought and you try to subtly brush them away by pretending to scratch your cheek, but as always Zayne sees right through you.

"Did he do something to you? Did he get you drunk?” Zayne’s voice is calm but hard and threatening.enough to scare you if it weren't for the way he softly gripped your chin, forcing your eyes back to his, using his free thumb to catch the tears before they can slip down your cheek

But through it all, you register the implication of his words. "Wh-what? No!” You exclaim, "Matthew was a complete gentleman.”

His eyes track yours, unwilling to let go of your gaze, "Then why are you crying?”

You blink back your tears before more can fall onto his thumb. Your voice wavers as you stare into the hazel green ocean of his eyes, and you answer his question with a question of your own, "Why are you here Zayne?”

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Your chest constricts with unrelenting emotions, but your drunken haze makes you even more steadfast in your stubborn resolve.

"Well I'm home, safe,” you avert your eyes, knowing if Zayne keeps staring at you with that intensity you’ll start to unravel and confess everything.

"Why did you take a cab home?”

Your eyes snap to his, "How did you know I took a cab?” And this time Zayne’s eyes refuse to meet yours, "Zayne? How long have you been waiting for me?”

Zayne doesn’t respond, instead brushing the tangles out of your hair. You try to get his attention by tugging at his tie, the alcohol making you feel much bolder than you normally ever would.

You can see his adam's apple bob as he lets himself be drawn in, only slightly, towards you. At your pout, he sighs in defeat, prying your hands away so he can loosen the tightened hold around his neck, "I’ve been waiting for you…forever.”

Before you can respond, he clears his throat and continues, "I got here at 9 and waited in my car when I knocked and you didn't answer.”

At your bewildered expression, he sighs and elaborates, "I just wanted to see you get back home safely. But when I saw you get out of that cab I needed to come check on you.”

Your brows furrowed as your sobering self tried to do the math in your head. Zayne can practically see the steam coming out of your ears and smiles lopsidedly, chuckling under his breath at how adorable you were being.

"You waited for 7 hours?!” You exclaimed, eyes wide.

His grin deepens and you can see his eyes sparkling with laughter , "You are drunk. Why are you drunk?”

You purse your lips shut, unwilling to speak. With all the overwhelming emotions swarming your mind, you knew if you started talking now you would surely never stop.

At your silence, Zayne prods gently, "Talk to me, Y/N.” His voice is deep and commanding in a way that almost always gets you to listen to him.

You zip your lips shut and turn away, doing your damn best to not give in. But Zayne’s touch, still on your cheeks, forces you back towards his eyes.

"Be a good girl,” he demands softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

Blowing out your cheeks like a child, you’re unwilling to give up the attitude, "I’m drunk because I was drinking.”

"Did Matthew take advantage of you?” Zayne’s jaw is locked and the intensity in his eyes is blinding, damn near dangerous.

"No! Zayne, no. I went to a bar to drink alone, after our date,” you try to hide the embarrassment from seeping into your voice.

"Why? Did he do something to you?” His voice is still threatening, and you sigh at the unrelenting questions. You knew Zayne well enough to know he wasn’t going to let up, so it would just be easier on you if you told him everything that happened.

"Matthew was amazing,” you don’t notice the way Zayne’s eyes darken at your praises for the intern, "The date was fantastic. And after, we saw the sunset.” His expression is still unreadable and you start to fidget under his intense gaze, not knowing in the slightest what he was thinking.

"And then he kissed me. We kissed. And that was it. I went to the bar and he went home. End of story.”

Zayne’s fists ball so tightly his knuckles turn white, but he keeps his gaze steady. He doesn’t speak, and you’re scared of the tense silence that falls between you two.

"He couldn’t at least accompany you? Make sure you were safe?” You can tell Zayne is angry by the way his feet taps uncharacteristically erratically against the floor, "Driven you home?”

His questions make it impossible for you to forget about your horrifying mistake today and you just feel so incredibly bad for Matthew. The regret and embarrassment gnaw at your mind like parasites. And so against your better, albeit slightly still drunken, judgment, you finally blow.

"He left because I was thinking of you, okay? Matthew was a gentleman, he was funny, kind, and charming. And yet I was thinking of you the whole time. And so he left and I went to a bar and got drunk all on my own, okay?”

"You were thinking of me?” Zayne’s voice is an annoying mix of bewilderment, intrigue, and what sounds like mockery, which just infuriates you.

"I am always thinking of you Zayne! I thought about you at dinner, I thought about you when we watched the sunset, and I thought about you when he kissed me,” you burst, your drunken lack of inhibitions leaving nothing unsaid.

Zayne’s face is unreadable again, but there’s a heat in his eyes that makes you tremble in your seat, "You were thinking of me when he kissed you?”

Unable to bear his unrelenting repetitive questions anymore, you explode, "Yes Zayne! And when he kissed me I called out for you!” The confession tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think twice about it. It takes you a second to realize what you’d just blurted out and you bury your face in your hands, wanting nothing more than to scream at the top of your lungs. Unfortunately it was 2am and you had neighbors that most definitely would not appreciate that.

You feel his strong hands grab your wrists gently, prying your hands away from your face, wanting to see you, "You called for me?” His tone is as amused as it is intrigued and it frustrates you to no end, the shame weighing heavily on your mind.

"Don’t tease me right now Zayne,“ you warn weakly, "I am always thinking about you. But you…” your voice trails off to a shallow whisper, "You don’t seem to think about me.”

Zayne is silent but his eyes are as intense as you’ve ever seen them, staring into your soul. The silence is thick in the air as you refuse to be the one to break it.

Finally, he speaks, voice clouded with indiscernible emotions, "Is that what you really think? That I don’t think about you?”

"Do you really think I waited for 5 hours, in my car, for you to come back because I don’t think about you?” Your breath catches in your throat at the pure and raw growl in his voice.

Before you can respond, he continues, "I think about you every second of every day. I thought about you all day, thought about you on your date with Matthew.”

Zayne shifts so that he can cup your face with both his hands, drawing his face closer but not close enough, "I thought about him getting to hear your voice, getting to touch you…to kiss you. It drove me insane.”

Your feelings churn in your stomach and into your chest, making it hard to breathe. The way Zayne is looking at you, his hands holding your face so possessively, threatens to stop your heart altogether. You’re drawn to him all over again, only this time it feels like he might be drawn to you too.

"W-why?”

Zayne doesn’t speak, and you watch as his eyes flutter to your parted lips as you pant out your breaths, eyes fighting to stay open amidst all the tension enveloping the two of you.

"Why did you push me to go with him then?”

His eyes force themselves onto yours, as if unwilling to leave your lips, "I made a mistake.”

His revelations quickly sober you up, and you’re left feeling vulnerable but bold. You softly grab a fist full of his tie, pulling him closer. You can faintly hear him groan under his breath, but he lets himself be guided towards you. Your lips are so close to each other that you’re inhaling each other in, and you beg gently, "Kiss me, Zayne.”

Zayne wastes no time at all, threading his fingers from your cheek into your hair, pulling your face the remainder of the distance to his own.

Your first kiss with Zayne is nothing like you’d daydreamed it would be. You’d imagined the patient and reserved surgeon to be soft, gentle, taking his time with you. You’d expected it to be passionate but reserved, like the handsome raven haired man himself.

And while the passion was undeniably there, what you didn’t expect was the bruising claiming heat that came with it. Zayne’s soft lips marked you as his own, a lifetime’s worth of emotions evident in the way he molded himself against you. With every twitch of his lips, Zayne laid claim to what was his. He kissed you like you might disappear at any moment, as if this was all a dream.

And when his tongue swiped across the parting of your lips, asking for permission to enter, you gladly relented control and authority. After all, you were his. You think you had been for some time.

You hadn’t expected your first kiss with Zayne to be like this, and yet it was everything you wanted and more.

When you shift yourself to climb on top of him and straddle him on your couch, Zayne reluctantly pulls away, hands still gripping the back of your head, "Y/n, we should stop.” But he can’t stop his hands from leaving your soft hair and resting on your hips, almost like a reflex. His words say one thing but his hands just can't seem to pry themselves off of you.

You’re taken aback by his words, unable to stop the insecurity and hurt that paints your face. Zayne notices instantly, one of his hands leaving your hips to stroke your cheek, hooking some of your hair behind your ear. You lean into his hand, the whiplash starting to exhaust you as much as it kept you on your toes.

"I want to,” he whispers hoarsely as you squirm on top of him, answering your unsaid thoughts, "I can’t even convey how much I've fucking wanted to. But you’re drunk. And the first time I finally take you...I want you to feel every second of it.”

Your eyes flutter at his words, stomach clenching in anticipation. Having fully sobered up a while ago, before he even kissed you, you can’t help but beg a little, "I’m not drunk anymore. And even if I was… I want you. I’ve wanted you…forever.”

Zayne swears, his eyes going full doctor mode, and you can tell he’s inspecting every inch of you to try and discern if you’re truly sober or not. You fidget nervously under his intense stare, to which his hands grip your waist painfully tight to keep you in place.

"Stop,” he grits out forcefully, as if in pain. You do your best to still in his lap, and that’s when you feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection underneath your parted dress that had ridden up to bunch at your hips, right against the pantyhose against your cunt.

"Are you sure this is what you want?” He groans as your body presses deeper into his lap, "Because once…we start I won’t be able to stop.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, the heated warning doing nothing but arousing you to your core. Through your hooded eyes, you nod eagerly at him, "M’sure Zayne. Won’t want to stop.”

He smirks at you, a heart stopping smile that melts your brain and cunt simultaneously into a leaking mess, "You asked for it love.”

Before you can even have the chance to physically combust at the affectionate pet name, Zayne whisks you into the air, scooping you under your exposed knees effortlessly. You yelp, clutching onto his neck as he carries you like a bride into your bedroom, navigating your apartment like he owned it. He bent down to capture your lips with his again, like he couldn’t physically wait to get you to your bed before claiming you again.

You feel the cold press of your sheets against your spine as Zayne sets you down gently, and settles in between your thighs on top of you. His eyes absolutely devour you whole, raking up and down your exposed satin clad skin, "You look beautiful. I’ve been wanting to tell you all night.” His praise is throaty with desire and it makes you squeeze your thighs together against his body in anticipation. Your face heats at his words, and you run your palms up and down his abdomen, the material of his dress shirt feeling like silk against your burning skin.

Zayne grins and chuckles, mostly to himself, but the sound catches your attention and you find yourself pouting in self-consciousness, "What’s funny?”

Zayne’s long fingers trace the outlines of your body under the satin dress, eliciting soft moans from you that please him to his core, "You just look so beautiful.” His fingers reach the bottom of your dress and begin to stroke the fabric of your pantyhose, inching up under your dress, so torturously slowly, "You wore this for him, yet I'm the one that’s going to tear it off you.”

Your body trembles at his words, the pool between your legs growing wetter. You can feel yourself growing impatient, only wanting his body to press onto yours, to suffocate your.

"Zayne please, don’t make me wait any more,” you murmur as you sit up on your elbows, pressing your forehead against his. You heartbeat is quick and your rapid breaths fan across his face.

His eyes darken at your pleas, the hazel hues appearing almost a light brown, "Fucking hell Y/N, you’re going to drive me insane.” He sits up on his knees, loosening his tie before undoing it completely and discarding it on the floor next to your bed. You bite your lip as you watch him undo the top three buttons of his shirt, his toned chest on display under it.

Leaning back down, he presses a bruising kiss against your swollen lips. His hands wander to the thin straps of your dress, gently tugging until they slip off your shoulders, letting him tug your dress down until your breasts are exposed. His tongue against yours is unrelenting, marking every inch of your mouth as his.

Detaching himself from you, he buries his face into your neck, his cold lips incredibly soothing against your lust burned skin. You cry out when you feel his teeth softly sink into the skin of your pulsepoint, as he suckles on you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

"Zayne,” you gasp out, his tongue and teeth working in tandem to have your mind filled with nothing but his mouth on you, "Please.”

He trails down your neck and collar, inhaling you into his lungs at every opportunity. You feel his smile against your skin as he reaches your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the lust. He voice is muffled against you, "Please what, my love?”

"I…” you’re too mortified to say the things you want him to do, so the silence overtakes you. Unhappy with your hesitation, Zayne bites into the supple flesh above your pert nipple, eliciting a string of moans and squeals from you. He’s instantly using his tongue to soothe the pain away, quickly replacing it with waves of raw pleasure.

Zayne lifts his head, staring at you expectantly, "I can’t continue if you don’t tell me what you want.”

His unrelenting teasing drives you to the edge of madness, your arousal evident by the way it leaks through your panties and your pantyhose. But you’re stubborn, still refusing to speak.

"Good girls listen to their doctors don’t they?” He places fleeting kisses onto your goosebump riddled areolas, careful to purposefully neglect your increasingly sensitive nipples.

"Should doctors really be this intimate with their patients?” You retort like a brat, wanting to dish back all of his incessant teasing.

He smiles at you, thoroughly amused at your insolence, "I suppose not, but am I really just your doctor?” With that he captures your waiting nipples into his mouth. You cry out at the incredible feeling of his cold lips on your breasts but his warm tongue on your nipple, your lower body thrusting up uncontrollably into his crotch.

He groans into your chest as you brush against his throbbing erection, restricted by the confines of his pants. Against the heat of your womanhood, Zayne hardens impossibly further, feeling like he might actually explode against the constraint. The sounds of your pleasure and your cries for him make it difficult for him to concentrate.

Switching to your other nipple, Zayne uses one hand to undo his belt, letting it fall to the ground with his tie. He undoes the button and zipper his pants, yanking them down with such feral urgency. When his cock was finally free, he broke away from your chest, hissing in relief. You look down and you’re met with the realization of why he was in so much pain.

Zayne was large. In a way that terrified you to your very core. You could imagine that the restraint of his briefs alone would be uncomfortable, painful even, when holding something like that back.

Zayne catches your stare and he grips your chin between his fingers, guiding you to his eyes instead, "It’ll fit baby, don’t worry.”

You fight to keep your lip from quivering, trying not to get lost in his green eyes, "Will it?”

"I'll make it fit, but first let me prepare you love,” he says Matter-of-factly, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. The certainty in his voice turns you unbelievably on and you find yourself needing to please him. Your hand seeks out his erection, grasping it firmly into your fingers.

He groans at the slightest touch, knees buckling into the bed beneath you. You start with languid and deliberate strokes, feeling every vein pulse under your fingers. Your thumb finds his large engorged head, already leaking with pre cum, feeling every smooth surface of his cock under your touch. While Zayne writhes on top of you, you revel in his glorious manhood, everything about it utterly perfect and terrifying.

As you touch him, Zayne leans into the crook of your shoulder, laying claim to your sensitive neck. He marks every inch of bare skin he can find, leaving a trail of red and wet bruises in his wake.

Your entire palm is wet with his leaking arousal, as he moans so closely into your ear. Gently, he pries your palm away from him, sitting back up onto his knees, smirking satisfyingly down at the marks he’d left, "God, I've waited so long to have you.”

You reach down to shimmy out of your pantyhose and black evening dress, leaving you in your black lace thong, naked, willing, and pliant before him. You see him gulp harshly, his eyes hazy with need, and you sit up to level with him, "So take me Zayne.”

A low growl rips from his throat, as he pushes you back onto the bed, setting your head against your wooden headboard. Zayne tortures you, kissing down your collar, your chest, your naval, and finally down the soft mound of your pelvis.

Zayne seems almost feral as he looks at your lace covered cunt and back up at you, "Did you really wear this for him?”

"N-no,” you whine, "I wouldn't have ever l-let him. He wasn't you.”

Zayne seems somewhat placated by your response, hooking his cold fingers into the waistband, his voice a low grumble, "That’s my good girl. No one will ever see you in or out of these, but me. Right?”

Your brain fogs over as he slips your soaked panties down your legs, his breath hitching seeing the string of clear slick clinging to your cunt.

"Fuck.” He’s lost in his stares, in absolute awe of the meal before him, carving every single perfect centimeter into his memory. You squirm under his intense stare.

"Zayne please don’t make me wait anymore,” you wine, crying out as he bends down and his lips graze the apex of your slit.

His voice is incredibly smug, "You are so beautiful when you beg for me.” You sigh in frustration as his lips and fingers continue to just barely graze your needy body.

"Zayne, please,” your body thrusts into his, but he holds you back down, almost impatiently.

"Behave yourself, Y/N. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice is full of command, making you back down instantly, shivering at the suspense of his words.

"I didn't wait this long to have you just to rush all the things I want to do to you,” he all but purrs, as his lips find your soaking slit.

The room is filled with your lewd cries as Zayne’s tongue licks a stripe from your clit to your throbbing hole. As your doctor, Zayne knew the ins and outs of your body but you never expected him to know you like this. Like his tongue was designed for nothing else but to deliver you the most unimaginable pleasure in this world.

Zayne groans when his tongue enters you for the first time, the quivers resonating straight to your core. His nose brushes against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, the vibrations of his own lust filled grunts bringing you closer to releasing all over his skilled mouth.

Your thighs clench against his face, and you almost worry you might suffocate him. You try to pry them away from him, but he only grips them with his strong hands, bringing them closer to his face, wanting nothing more than to be yours, wholly and irrevocably.

"You taste better than I ever imagined,” he moans out, staring into your eyes from between your legs. You blush at the filth of his words and the glistening slick smeared across his lips and chin.

"Did you – ahh hah – think about me often?” You tease between the sounds that spill out of your mouth uncontrollably.

He doesn’t answer, instead capturing your entire clit into his lips, sucking in earnest. You feel his smirk as you squeal out, hands digging into the fabric of your sheets and tugging hard. His hands knead your ass as he continues to eat, positively starved.

"Z-Zayne I-I can’t take much more,” you slur, your toes curling against his sides as he goes back to spearing his tongue in and out of you, using the tip of his nose to massage your clit, inhaling the smell of your arousal into his lungs.

"Yeah? Is my girl gonna make a mess for me?” He breathes into you, his hands reaching up to toy with your nipples. You cry in response, feeling the coil in your gut tightening beyond belief, the pleasure threatening to make you explode.

"Cum into my mouth love, let me taste you,” he whispers breathlessly into your cunt, slipping his middle finger inside of you, the wet sounds of his skin pounding into yours filling the room. You come done instantly, screaming as your back arches off the bed and you release all over Zayne’s waiting mouth, hands ripping at his soft hair.

"That’s it baby, look at you cumming from just one finger,” he muses, working you through your orgasm with just his middle finger. You let out a stream of broken moans, unable to form any words.

"Fuck you’re this tight around just one of my fingers?” He murmurs before dipping back down to devour everything you give him.

He laps up your spend eagerly and diligently, not letting a single drop go to waste. Refusing to relent against your twitching clit, Zayne devours you until the overstimulation lights your pussy on fire. He’s always had a sweet tooth and it looks like he’s found his absolute favorite dessert, unwilling to give it up any time soon.

"Such a messy girl,” he mumbles to himself, the clear strings of arousal sticking from your wet thighs to his chin.

Your thighs tremble at the discomfort of overstimulation, doing your best to back away from him, "Mmm Zayne, s’too sensitive. No more, please.”

He relents reluctantly, looking utterly displeased with having his treat taken away. As he sits up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and leans forward into you, tapping your lips with his thumb.

"Open,” he commands forcefully, bringing his soaked middle finger up to you. You part your lips obediently, welcoming the taste of you on his skin. His eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a deep heated moan at the feel of your tongue on him, tasting everything he got to taste. His cock literally felt like a ton of bricks needing to be pleased.

Releasing his finger, you reach for his length again, "I-I want to make you feel good too.”

Zayne presses his cold lips to yours, simultaneously undoing the buttons of his shirt. He pulls aways to shrug the clothing off his broad shoulders, giving you an eyeful of his glorious physique. He shivers, letting you jerk his erection up and down, but pushing you down when you try to get on your knees before him.

"Next time. We have all the time in the world,” he whispers, pushing you against the headboard, holding your cheek in his large hand, "But right now I need to be inside you.”

The smoldering fire in his eyes makes your mouth dry, and you nod meekly. The promise of a ‘next time’ is enough to have you ready for him again. Your cunt still quivered, recovering from your previous orgasm, but pooling at the hoarse need in his tone.

As your head lays on a pillow against the headboard of your bed, Zayne lifts you from the small of your back and shoves another pillow behind you, so that you’re elevated towards him, served on a silver platter.

"Spread your legs for me,” he growls, the urgency in his voice leaving little room to protest. And so you obey, widening your legs for him, watching as he admires the area between your thighs like it was

His hand reaches to cup you, clit caught against his palm and fingers toying with your hole, "Who does this belong to?”

But you can’t hear him through the searing pleasure of his touch against your over sensitive body, the blood pounding in your ears like drums. Looking at where his hand meets your body, you cry out at his ministrations against you, your thighs trembling in shivers.

With his free hand Zayne grabs your chin, slipping his thumb into your mouth, harshly forcing your eyes to his, "Don’t look away. Be a good girl and answer me.”

Although his words are driven with lust, they remind you of the emotional turmoil you’d been weathering because of your feelings for the man in front of you.

"M’yours Zayne, always been yours,” tears well in your eyes and you hope he can understand the weight behind your words, behind all the lust and arousal filled craze.

Zayne stares back at you, and his eyes hold an entire galaxy of emotions that match the colors of his irises: desire, devotion, awe…and love.

"And I am yours,” his words strike your heart and you lean up to slot your mouth against his. As he kisses you, he lines up his thick length with your cunt, teasing your clit with his engorged tip, his pre cum mixing with your spend that still leaked out from your prior climax. You cried into his open mouth at his teases, your back arching off the pillow and further into his cock. At your movement, his head catches onto your throbbing and waiting hole, eliciting a deep grunt from him.

He pulls away, groaning, "So impatient, you want it that bad?” You whimper, burying your face into his neck and latching onto his pulse point to save yourself from having to answer.

"P-please…” you whisper into his ear. He groans, fishing through the pocket of his pants as he pulls them off of his legs.

"Please what, love?” He smirks at you, pulling his wallet out, now just in his briefs pulled down to let his massive erection free.

You gulp, staring at the way he stands so proudly against his naval, reaching comfortably to his belly button. His girth rivals that of at least three of your fingers.

The rustling of plastic snaps you out of your shameless ogling. Zayne places a condom packet between his teeth, tearing it with one hand. You gulp at the sight of him, but you protest, "I–i um,” you clear your throat, trying to work up the courage to vocalize what you want, "You don’t have to use that.”

Zayne’s dark eyes catch yours, and the edge in his voice is dangerous, a warning, "Don’t tempt me. I need to protect you.”

Your face burns as you try again., "W-what I mean is, well as my doctor you know I'm clean.” You do your best to stop your voice from wavering, "And I-I um I'm on the pill.”

Zayne’s eyebrows quirk as his irises darken with heat, "How come I didn't know that?

"I’ve been using an online service for a few months,” you say sheepishly, "S-so you don’t have to use that.”

Zayne catches on, a satisfied smirk gracing his features, "Is that so?” He teases his entire length on your slit, practically fucking you along the lips of your womanhood. Using his swollen tip, he taps your clit forcefully, eliciting a throaty yelp from you.

"Tell me what you want.” You shiver at the pure feral domineer in his voice.

"P-please Zayne, I want it. I need it.”

"What do you need baby?”

You groan in frustration, but give into his demands, "I-I need you Zayne, need you inside. Need it so bad.” The way you can see his breath hitch in his throat fills you with confidence, so you lean closer until your bottom lip brushes against his, "Need to feel you inside, please Zayne.”

His jaw locks as he grits out forcefully, "I will give you everything.”

Zayne holds his cock with one hand, lining it up with your entrance. His other hand grips the wooden beams of your bed frame, "Can you take it Y/N?”

If you’re being completely honest, you’re not sure you can. Though you weren’t a virgin, you had never even seen a man so large, let alone attempted. But at Zayne’s expectant expression, you nod eagerly, "Y-yes I can, I-I can try.”

"Good girl,” he mutters, before sinking himself into you. The stretch is so much worse than you imagined it would be, practically splitting you in half. You squealed, clawing at his biceps as he did his best to enter you. Feeling so incredibly stuffed, you look down only to see he’s barely just gotten his tip inside.

The vein in Zayne’s forehead throbs as his jaw slackens, a string of swears leaving his lips, "Jesus you’re like a vice down there. I need you to loosen up love, or else I'll never be able to get inside.”

You pant against him, not knowing what to do but to watch the way he stares intently at your tummy. The heat and desire in his expression arouses you beyond belief, and you unconsciously squeeze your velvet walls in excitement.

Zayne’s knuckles turn white as he grips the headboard for support, the veins in his forearms bulging as he groans out, "Fuck baby please. Are you trying to squeeze it off?”

"Sorry, m’sorry. S’too big,” you wail, hands gripping his shoulders for support. The stretch is nothing like you’ve ever felt, and you don’t know if you can take much more than what’s already inside you. "Z-Zayne it’s too big I c-can’t,” you pant, doing your best to relax and loosen up your muscles.

"You can, you’re doing so good for me Y/N,” Zayne huffs out, pushing deeper into you, the slick from your forming arousal and his pre cum starting to make the stretch easier. The drag of his cock against your gummy walls starts to feel so torturously delicious, like your body was made to take him in.

Finally, he eases into you, eyes unable to look away from where your bodies connected.

"If you could see how – hah – beautiful you look like this, spread out for me,” he grunts, being as gentle as he can manage, when all he wanted was to ram into your warm and tight cunt, squeezing him so tightly.

"Been waiting for the day I could – shit – finally be inside you. Drove me fucking insane thinking about you and Matthew.”

His words are enough to have you leaking all over your joined bodies, the slick dampening his pelvis and your thighs. As he seats himself in you as deeply as he can, his tip brushing against your womb, he lets out a shaky breath of ecstasy.

"Is this what you – hah – thought about? When you were with another man?” His words are claiming, making butterflies explode in your gut and your cunt to flutter around him. You can only moan and drool as his body thuds into yours, over and over.

"Sweetest little princess cunt I've ever felt,” he swears, languidly withdrawing from you before pushing back in, knocking the breath out of you. With your head leaning against the back of your bed frame you can see every second of his glistening length burrowing in and out of you, like it absolutely owned you.

"Z-Zayne,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders, "Please.” You don’t know exactly what you’re begging for, but you can’t stop the words from coming.

"Hah, if you want something you have to – fuck – ask for it love,” he pants, doing his best not to get lost in the pure pleasure of finally getting to be inside you.

His words send you reeling, the ecstasy increasing with each deliberate and hard drag. You fight through the fucked out haze, vision blurred from your hooded lids, "Hah - harder please.”

At your request Zayne stutters for a brief second, your cunt squeezing so tight he could barely move, "Anything for you.”

With his hand clutching the frame, he uses his other hand to rub harsh circles onto your swollen clit. His pelvis smacks against your thighs and ass so hard that the bed posts knock into the wall repeatedly, the skin slapping sounds mixing with the sounds of the wood against the plaster.

At the added stimulation your eyes roll into your brain, your eyelids weighing down heavily. Zayne leans in until his chest presses against your breasts, your breaths heaving in tandem. His eyes follow yours, forcing you to hold eye contact with every deep thrust into your soul. Against your will, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure starts to overcome your fighting consciousness.

You can vaguely make out Zayne’s smirk, as his hand leaves the frame to cup your chin in his palm, "Don’t tell me you’re already worn out, love.” His fingers flick against your clit.

You yelp out, nails digging into his back with one hand while the other hand smacks his shoulder gently. You pout, "You’re so mean to me.”

He leans down to kiss your shoulder, his pace never faltering. He chuckles against your skin, "But you can take it, right? You always take me so well.” The double meaning of his words makes you clench in excitement, the praise making your chest tighten.

He groans as you clench down onto him, threatening to make him blow, "Hah so fucking tight. You like that huh baby? You like it when I praise you?” He thumbs your clit with more intensity, wanting to see you come absolutely undone for him.

You bite your lip to keep from screaming, nodding eagerly in response to his words. Zayne’s thrusts only grow in intensity, as if he’s trying to reach your esophagus from your cunt. You’re a mess of uncontrollable moans and mewls, unable to stop your eyes from rolling back and your tongue from hanging out as he fucked you into oblivion.

"Look at you,” he grins arrogantly, voice husky with desire and raw possessiveness, "Going on a date with my intern just to end up with my cock stuffed in you.”

You whine at his words, simultaneously not wanting to think about Matthew but also being so turned on by the dominating undertone of his words. His fingers abandon your clit, much to your disappointment, to trace the bulge his cock makes in your tummy. His other hand pulls your chin down so you can watch him.

"Look how deep I am, love,” he grunts. You watch in awe as the small bump in your stomach bulges and disappears with the rhythm of Zayne’s thrusts. With every withdrawal, Zayne’s impressive cock glistens with slick, the throbbing veins bulging enough to make you drool. Absolutely entranced, you fit your hand under his to stroke at his cock as it pushed through your tummy.

Zayne swears as you caress his cock through the bump in your tummy, throwing his head back to catch his breath. His hand goes back to paw at your clit, trying to stop himself from blowing his load into you right there.

As the climax builds in your gut, you throb around his impossibly hardened length spearing in and out of you, to which he twitches inside of you. The sounds of your combined whimpers and grunts, the lewd smacks of his damp slick dampened skin against yours, and the bed slamming against the wall overwhelm your brain until you can only think about Zayne, his cock inside you, and the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

"Zayne, I-I’m close,” you cry, hand abandoning your stomach to loop around his neck, digging your nails into his damp skin.

"Fuck – I know love, I can feel you trying to squeeze it out of me,” he grunts, body slamming into yours so hard that your body smacks against the headboard.

"I’m gonna – gonna cum,” you cry, nails digging into the taut muscles of his back.

"No,” he demands, and you do your best not to gape at him. He gasps through his next strokes, "Be a good girl and wait for me. I want to feel you finish all over me when I cum inside you.”

"O-okay,” you say, but you’re honestly unsure if you’ll be able to wait, the waves of pleasure crashing into you so roughly it threatens to overtake you right then and there.

"That’s my girl,” gripping your chin, Zayne leans in to kiss you again, his tongue claiming your warm and waiting mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut and your body tenses as you try to quell the raging tides of the impending climax, moaning endlessly into Zayne’s mouth.

You pull away to breathe, your lungs needing as much oxygen as possible to withstand the ecstasy. Zayne’s hand grips the wooden beams above your bed again, his knuckles turning white as he watches the pleasure contort your beautiful face.

"I-I can’t – ”

"You can, baby. I’m – hah – almost there, just hold on a little longer for me,” he grunts. The pleasure and pain of his edging threatens to knock you unconscious, but you nod and throw your head back as your eyes roll backwards again.

Through your fucked out haze you can vaguely see a strange icy sheen forming on the wooden beams of your bed’s headboard. You follow the path of luminous crystals and realize they’re forming from Zayne’s hand that grips against the frame so tightly his knuckles are pale and taut, as he comes closer to exploding inside you.

Unable to shake yourself out of the pleasure, you can’t find the words to warn Zayne. You continue to watch in awe as the beautiful iridescent flakes frost over the dull old wood. His palm is covered in a layer of snow white frost, the tiny snowflakes dancing around his skin as it grips the furniture so forcefully. You realize he’s losing control of his evol, because of you. And the idea of that threatens to push you head first into your second orgasm of the night.

It happened so fast. As Zayne bullies himself in and out of you, thrusting as if his life depended on it, the wooden beams of your headboard cracks in his hand, the wood turning brittle against his icy evol, and shattering under the force of his bruising grip.

Zayne shields your body with his own as frozen wooden splinters fly everywhere, his thrusts stuttering as the sound of cracking wood pierces the air. You can tell he’s scared, constantly worried about losing control of his evol around you like this. His hands clasp together, massaging his wrists and trying to calm the unpredictable storm of his evol. You can feel him about to pull away, to get away from you and keep you safe.

You hug him close to you as he tries to pull away not wanting him to stop, not caring the least bit about the splintering wood falling into your hair. The worry and disgust with himself is evident in his eyes, and it tears at your heart so you do your best to comfort him, "S’okay Zayne, it’s not a big deal, I promise.”

But his eyes are far away, thick with emotions that make your chest lurch. You hold his face in your hands trying to get him to look at you and not the splintered mess of furniture above you. You lock your knees around his waist. "Zayne baby,” you soothe gently, "Look at me. Look at me please.”

His frantic eyes meet yours under the guidance of your palms. You watch as the storm in his eyes calms down ever so slightly when they meet yours. You brush your thumb against his cheek, whispering, "Don’t stop, please. M’so close. I need you.”

But Zayne is hesitant, only filled with worry for you, his thrusts halting altogether but still thick and solid in you. His jaw clenches down, "Did I hurt you?”

"Not at all,” you reassure, hand stroking his anguish laced face, "I don’t care, please make me cum Zayne, want to cum for you s’bad.”

Zayne continues his thrusts slowly, trying to shake away his anger at himself, "Hah – I'm so sorry Y/N, I'll buy you a new one, okay?”

"Y-yes whatever you want, but please just fuck me,” you plead, not wanting your climax to slip through your fingers, "Please don’t stop.”

Your begging is enough to have Zayne going feral again, slowly regaining the vigor in his thrusts. His hand dusts the wooden fragments away from your hair. Your head sinks deep into the pillow, and falls back to peer at the gaping hole in your bed frame, slightly in awe of his sheer primal strength. It honestly turned you on unbelievably, edging you closer and closer.

"Zayne I c-can’t wait anymore, m’sorry m’cumming,” you wail, your nails digging through his back as the ecstasy explodes in your body, from the tips of your curled toes to your fucked out brain. Your walls flex against Zayne’s vigorous thrusts as he continues to chase his own high, briefly forgetting about the furniture he’d ruined in his brief slip of control.

Your eyes pull away from the snowflakes melting on the splintered headboard and fixate on Zayne’s eyes as your vision spots with fireworks, his cock pistoning in and out of you relentlessly.

He lifts your thighs up until they press against his chest, your muscles aching in protest. Your ankles rest on his shoulders as he drives himself into your guts at this angle. He leans down and your body screams at the stretch in your muscles but he hits you so deeply like this you can’t feel anything but pleasure. He hits your g spot at every thrust, your body barely recovering from the previous orgasm as he steers you straight into another.

"Sh-shit,” he groans, his eyes hooded as they bore into yours, "Squeezing me so fucking tight, are you trying to milk me? If you keep clenching down like that I'm gonna – fuck!” He swears at your nails digging into his broad back, dragging deep scratches into him as he fucks you roughly through the pleasure.

"P-please Zayne I want to feel you,” you cry, "Cum inside me, please.” As Zayne pounds into you with no semblance of mercy, stars blur your vision, your body doing your best to accommodate him and the endless waves of overwhelming ecstasy. Your wet release splashes against your skin with every thrust of his hard muscular body.

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum so deep inside you baby,” he groans with his eyes intently staring into yours, "This pussy is all mine.”

"You’re mine,” his voice is intense, a primal growl of urge and possessiveness, claiming you as his with both words and with his body. He bends back down, pressing a wet open mouthed kiss into you, tongue intertwining with yours needily. Both his hands threads through your hair, tugging gently as he rocks into you. He groans into your mouth, body shuddering as he finally releases into you.

Zayne rips away from your lips to rock onto his knees before you and carry you onto his lap, wanting to be able to hold you as close as possible as he emptied rope after rope inside of you. The angle allowed him to literally fuck his spend up into you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands around his neck, unable to even squeal at the sudden movement, only able to drool out against the crook of his neck.

His spend is so deliciously hot inside of you, as your pussy quivers at the warmth, squeezing him even more. He forces his tongue into you again, wanting to be attached to you in every way as he pumps every thick rope into your waiting womb. As he tugs on your bottom lip, body still pressed on top of your legs, cock hitting your sweetest spots, you release all over him again.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your cunt pulsates uncontrollably, pulling more and more of his essence into you. Zayne’s thick muscles shake under you, the waves of his orgasm rocking his entire body into yours.

You pant as his bounces slow, his unending stamina finally coming to a halt as his sweaty chest heaves against your trembling breasts. He presses gentle kisses to the deep hickeys he’d marked onto your skin, using his broad hands to caress your bruise splotched throat.

The sound of satisfied pants and soft moans blankets the two of you as you snuggle into him, never wanting this moment of post sex bliss to end. Your collective spend begins to leak down onto Zayne’s lap, your poor cunt physically unable to hold the copious amount of spend inside of you.

As his member softens it begins to slip out of you uncomfortably, so you squeeze in an effort to keep him in you as long as physically possible.

Zayne swears, his eyes heated and his gentle grip on your throat tightening just slightly, as he warns you darkly, "Behave. Unless you want me to take you again.”

And though the idea of him bringing you to orgasm again, and many times after, sounds like heaven on earth, you don’t think your poor cunt can possibly handle any more pleasure for tonight. He chuckles when you ease up, stroking the curvature of your naked spine with his icy fingers.

"I’m sorry about your bed, my love,” he murmurs into the shell of your ear, falling softly backwards onto the bed and guiding you down with him until you rested on top of his hard muscular body, his softening erection still nuzzled deep inside you. He’s careful to lay the two of your joined bodies away from the destroyed headboard, holding your head protectively against his chest. "I will buy you a replacement tomorrow.”

His free hand roams every inch of your body, from twirling the strands of your hair to gripping the supple flesh of your rear.

"S’okay Zayne, it’s not necessary,” you murmur sleepily, tracing the contours of his taut muscles, "I don’t need a new frame.” Honestly the idea of Zayne breaking your bed in pure primal lust was enough to have the heat collecting back in between your thighs.

"I would rather you take me on a date,” you smile into his skin, "Since you ruined the one I had today.”

Zayne chuckles, the sound so warm and beautiful to your ears you think you might melt right into his solid frame, "I suppose I did. Will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You lean up so that your chin rests on his chest and you can peer at him through your lashes, giving him your best begging face, "Only if you beg.”

He looks up at you, the amused lopsided smile on his face just begging to be wiped off, "Please? Let me take you to dinner.” He lifts your chin off his chest with his index finger, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He smirks when you shiver at his fleeting touch, watching you bend to his very will.

"And then after…” he trails off, fingers leaving your face to trace against the side of your exposed breasts, and up to your hard nipples. You bite your lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of moaning out.

As he incessantly fiddles with your skin, you finish his thought with a joke, "After you can come destroy my new bed frame too.”

Zayne’s eyes darken with mischief and amusement, "You shouldn't write checks your body can’t cash, my love.”

The filthy promise in his words coupled with his cold fingers pressed deliciously into your pebbled peaks rip the whimper you’d been holding back out of your lips, your cunt clenching in anticipation despite your crippling exhaustion.

But it seems Zayne knows your body as well as you do. "But for tonight, just sleep,” he mumbles into the top of your head, pressing his lips into your hair.

"Mmm stay here with me, please,” you murmur into his chest, letting the sleep take root in your pleasure numbed mind.

"I'll be here when you wake up,” he reassures, his voice falling deeper and rougher with exhaustion and hands shifting to cover your bodies with your comforter. His hands then wrap around your waist, holding your body against this, as if scared you’d disappear from his arms. "I won’t ever leave you.”

Your heart flutters as the unconsciousness claims you. "G’night Zayne,” you mumble, kissing his chest.

"Good night my love.”

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conelluwrites · 12 days ago

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Hiii can u make a nam gyu x reader

About how u die in jump rope and he goes crazy

Or u overdose cause of a suicidal attempt but u survived

Thankkk uuu(:

Scared Of Burning In Hell (I'm Already There) AO3 link Requests open!! Words: 4.5k Warnings: angst, reader dies (suicide), suicidal thoughts, diversion of canon, canon typical Nam-gyu (he doesn't lose his pills though so take that as you will. There's no fluff here with him, he's not gentle or kind), mentions of sex (nothing like I typically do, there's a paragraph near the beginning and a sentence later on), Reader is a part of Thanos Team, Myung-gi is referred as MG Coin when he's mentioned most the time (reader doesn't know his name lol). Other: Combining these requests! I couldn't figure out how Reader would pull a Jun-hee without making her a 1:1 Jun-hee copy, so I changed that a tiny bit. Nam-gyu seems like the type to die with a lot of regrets. I did try to make the "relationship" more realistic given the time frame they've known each other. This is my new longest fic and I enjoyed writing this A LOT. Also sorry Gyeong-su lovers, he doesn't exist in this fic, you take his place as the sixth member of Thanos Team. Ao3 has the proper italics and bold words, unfortunately it won't allow me to post it with those for some reason in the fic itself.

Being in Thanos World offered decent enough companionship, she wasn’t alone at least and didn’t have to put up with the way her mind spirals when she’s alone. Thanos, Nam-gyu, Min-su, Se-mi, and her, well, it’s a nice enough team to be on. She didn’t have any dislike towards anyone in Team Thanos. Sure, outside of the games she can’t exactly say she’d get along or actively seek any of them out, but that doesn’t mean shit. Nam-gyu has taken a quick interest in her, quicker than what he’s used to but he shrugs it off- he knows a nice piece of ass when he sees it and damn does he see it.

Her laughter fills him with a level of confidence that’s only possible to describe as cockiness. It’s a thrill having such a pretty girl laugh along with him and not just be doing it for a drink or drugs, though he’s not too sure if she’s indulging him because she wants the safety that comes with camaraderie or because she’s actually interested in him. Her hand on his knee as she leans over to whisper in his ear. The whispers become hushed conversations become one-on-one talks. She’s actually fun to talk to, and not fun in a club slut kind of way either, in an actually engaging way.

It spirals quickly from there, especially when Thanos catches on to the budding… whatever the fuck they have going on. He actively encourages it, tight teamwork and all that shit- and what’s tighter than a nice cunt? Se-mi is less impressed, she doesn’t hate her or anything even close. She’s just disappointed in the way the woman’s eyes light up at Nam-gyu’s presence, and feels her skin crawl when Nam-gyu practically lays claim to her like she’s some object rather than a human being. Min-su is just happy to not be picked at as often. Nam-gyu does still pick at him, he just hates how damn weak he is.

It doesn’t take long for the touches to linger, to become less innocent and testing. Their eyes seek out each other after voting, after meals are rationed out, and after either of them return from the bathroom. Neither of them hide their mutual interest, but Nam-gyu doesn’t admit to it when asked by anyone. Especially not when that someone is her. Fuck- the way she quirks and eyebrow when he turns around and looks for her, it makes him feel shit he doesn’t want to. It pisses him off more than anything, but underneath it all there’s a feeling of relief. She sees him, wants him even after he’s popped pills and when he’s sober enough, needs to see him before they go to their bunks for the night.

A quick fuck in the bathroom- him lavishing her thighs in love bites and eating her pussy out before sinking into her heat. His hips pump out of rhythm, it’s sloppy and clumsy but he’s just chasing his own high while rubbing her clit as she sits haphazardly on the sink. His fingers sink into her hips to the point of pain as he bites her track jacket. It’s not making love, it’s not romantic. Not even as she cries out his name, not even as he grunts her name, not even as they both realize after they come down that they don’t want to separate. It’s not romance. It can’t be, not after just a few days. But it’s a nice thought, having someone to actually look forward to seeing even if it’s just in this hellhole.

When she asks if they could meet up after they get out- if they get out, she corrects herself- he just gives her a nod. He’s not about to promise her something as stupid as an everyday romance, he doesn’t have the time for it. But still… He can’t help the way his heart flutters in his chest or the way his palms clam up. He clenches them up into tight fists, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but she doesn’t comment on it.

The night after they fucked, they became even closer. His arm slung over her shoulder or around her waist, shooting Thanos glares and slapping the back of his head when he drops one too many flirtatious lines, and catching himself before he calls her a bitch. It’s not that he’s gotten soft, not in such a short period of time, but rather he doesn’t want to lose the connection he forged so quickly. Connection is safety, connection is winning, connection is getting to the end. Connection is a means to an end. Connection is…

Two people

The audio cue rings out. He doesn’t fight as Thanos grabs his hand and he definitely doesn’t look over his shoulder, he definitely doesn’t see the immediate hurt, panic, and betrayal in her eyes. He doesn’t have time to focus on it as they slam the door shut and hold the door closed so no one can enter. He tells himself it doesn’t matter, she was nothing more than a quick fuck, nothing more than just a woman he used up, nothing more than a way to distract himself with something other than those colorful pills.

Gunshots interrupt his self assuring thoughts and he can’t help but stare out the small window. He’s not Thanos, he’s not about to ask where the fuck she is, who left her- he left her- but he needs to know she’s not getting gunned down where he abandoned her. She’s not in his line of sight at least, which is enough to make him breathe an audible sigh of relief as he runs his fingers through his hair to push it back from his face.

People walk back into the dormitory and he seeks her out. His eyes rake over every single body that comes into view until it lands on her. He doesn’t care about the boring prick that’s next to her, no doubt someone who saved her during the final round, but he feels a sharp hit of concern for her body language. She walks slowly, her eyes not lifting to look for him- and honestly why should they flit around the room like they usually do. She saw him enter a room, she saw him get to safety. She shakes his head, he can’t afford to focus on her feelings, not to a degree that it actually affects him. But when Thanos pushes his shoulder and nods over to the sheepish girl, he rolls his eyes and decides to stroll over. Act like it’s not a big deal, make her feel silly for being upset, diminish her feelings until she agrees it’s okay.

“Hey.” He says bluntly as the other people dissipate to their own groups. “You lived.”

“Yeah.”

Oof, a one liner. “So why are you upset?”

“Not important.”

He has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, of course she’s being this way- typical woman- but it’s no less aggravating. Can’t she just brush it off and be that good girl again, the one that makes him feel like he has a place? He knows he needs to be more charming here, but his patience wears thin with her when he knows what she's capable of making him feel.

“Of course it’s important.” He grunts, slinging an arm over her shoulder to lead her back to the bunks they usually sit at instead of where she was headed. He doesn’t care where she was going, not when her place is by his side. “Look, I get that you’re mad but can’t you just-”

“Can’t I just what?” She says coldly, “Nam-gyu, I can’t just forget the fact you left me there.”

He can’t stop himself this time, and he knows it’s a bad look, but he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. He stammers for a second before landing on the words he wants to say, but it doesn’t matter as Thanos gets both of their attention with a wave of his arms. It’s clear to him, and to anyone he might be listening to the pair, that they just need a break from each other.

A bathroom fight. It’s bloody, it’s painful, it’s agonizing. He’s lucky he managed to get out with just a hurt back and Thanos’s cross. Fuck, the pathetic look on that bastard’s face. He sneered, sneered even as he felt like he lost someone important.

The violence only escalates from there. Nam-gyu makes sure she stays huddled in his bunk, her hands over her ears which does nothing to block out the sounds of death. The gurgles seem to dance over from the opposite side of the room. She’s safe, she’s safe, she’s safe… But at what cost? At knowing her- her man is out there twisting a fork into whoever he comes across.

Her mind flashes to Se-mi and Min-su. She knows he has it out for Se-mi. Bile bubbles up in her throat as more screams flood her ears while she closes her eyes. It does little to make her feel less sick, instead all she can picture is Nam-gyu stabbing a fork in the woman and her blood spurting out as she tries to fight him off before her life finally fades.

It’s all a fucking blur. She feels like she’s outside of her own body when he returns to the bunk. He’s covered in blood- his arms, hands, chest, face, fuck… Every visible part of his body more or less is splattered and that fucking look in his eyes. He’s terrifying, he’s disgusting, he’s a monster, he’s-

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Nam-gyu and his woman were borderline inseparable now, especially with Thanos getting forked, Se-mi’s demise by his hand, and Min-su… Well, wherever that fuck that traitor is. Who else did he have to turn to? No one. She didn’t mind if he saw her as just someone to fill in the dead, empty air beside him. He’s a fucking disgusting mess, he knows he is. He can smell the coppery scent leeching off of him in waves. He can’t think about that right now- fuck he can’t think of anything right now. All he can think about is how damn strong he felt taking the life of that damn cunt. Put her right in her goddamn place and watched life melt away from her eyes. If only he coulda got his hands on that prick Min-su. He might have even made him suffer more, snuff his life out right beside that bitch who liked his weak ass so much. He can hear the woman, his woman, talking but it doesn’t process in his mind. When she hesitantly rests her head on his shoulder and takes his bloodied hand in her clean one his mind snaps away from the violence, snaps away from the thoughts of revenge, and all he can suddenly think about is her.

“Killed her,” he says, his voice shaking. He’s not scared, not sick, not upset, it’s trembling with something else entirely. When she doesn’t respond beyond her hand tightening on his for a second, he grunts. “What, don’t tell me you liked her. You’re better than that, baby girl.” His mind tries to replay any interaction she had with Se-mi, but all he can think about is the comforting weight on his shoulder, the way her shoes knock against his leg, and the way her thumb skips along the back of his hand. It’s oddly grounding, it’s a feeling that he shoves away to the back of his mind.

He doesn’t reciprocate the affection, doesn’t say anything else that makes any sort of sense- his mind skips and repeats, as does his words. But she doesn’t shut him up, doesn’t call him stupid, she just sits in silence.

The rebellion, to no one’s shock, failed. Which means after another vote, the games gotta go on. He’d feel bad for his girl if he didn’t want to see that won amount increase, she’d be happier with more won too- he just knows it. He doesn’t feel guilt when he votes to stay and she hesitates to hit the blue button. He feels a hint of disgust that she’s so damn weak, so damn pathetic.

A blue ball in her his hand and she feels her blood grow cold. Whatever the game is that’s coming up, she’s not on the same team as Nam-gyu. She looks over at him like one of those damn abused stray dogs he would see when he’d walk to the club from his shitty, destroyed apartment. She looks miserable, looks damn lost… It makes his cock stir, but he pushes that thought away. As much as he’d love to pin her down, yank those track pants down, and show everyone in this fucked up shitshow who she belongs to, he knows there’s more important things than a simple fuck.

When he’s done taunting Min-su, drawing her attention with his loud, obnoxiously on point for a Thanos impersonator of a my boyyy Min-su! he saunters over to her. He waves his knife around, gesturing with it as he talks wildly about how he’ll protect her if she can’t find a red vest to switch with. However, he kneels in front of her, tapping her cheek in a way that looks tender to anyone looking on but is anything and just stares into her eyes for a moment.

“I mean it, girl, I’ll protect you.” He says, standing up now and towering over her sitting form. He looks like a goddamn nightmare. “I’ll find you in there and keep you safe. I plan on teaming up with that MG Coin, after I secure a nice, easy kill we’ll get you and you’ll be safe. Ain’t no one gonna fuckin’ ruin your sweet like body.” She stares up at him as he holds up Thanos’s necklace and shakes it slightly, the colorful pills shaking within it. “You really need t’take one of these, make it easier on yourself.”

She shakes her head, as much as she craves some form of escape, she doesn’t want to be alone after popping one for the first time.

“Suit yourself, I guess.” He says with a shrug, moving out the way so she can move to the actual game room… rooms? Whatever the fuck… He has more important things to focus on now that she’s gone. It’s a simple plan, get MG Coin on his side at any cost, kill some dumb pussy, find her, keep her safe and wait out the time. Easy- he won’t have to be alone.

The starry ceiling is low set and the entering room is making her feel closed in as everyone looks around. She sets her path on a hallway, she’s utterly alone and she hates it. But he’ll find her, he’ll keep her safe. Why wouldn’t he?

That bastard… That fucking bastard.

Oh, I’ll protect you, I’ll keep you safe. What, don’t you trust me, señorita? It’s us against this entire shit. I got you.

Utter bullshit. She could hear his cackling laughter, his sing-songy voice, and his skipping steps. She peeks out from the corner and he spots her- he always does, his damn soul is connected to hers- and he taps rapidly on MG Coin’s shoulder and gestures over the overwhelmed woman with his knife. They both have blood splattered on their faces, Nam-gyu looks manic while MG Coin looks more like a man who’s rapidly losing his control on Nam-gyu. She doesn’t know if she wants to run away towards them, not like it really matters as MG Coin rolls his eyes and follows Nam-gyu to her “hiding” spot.

“There you are, my girl! Looked all over for you. The fuck? Where were you even hiding, hmm?”

“I was looking for you while- while avoiding other red vests.”

He pouts- what a poor, sad girl who was wandering all around this cramped space for him.

“Hey, man, I gotta find Jun-hee. Let’s just go.”

“Go find that bitch then, I found mine. Later, The Amazing Myung-gi.”

MG Coin looks utterly annoyed, but doesn’t comment before darting back the way he came. Nam-gyu shoves her back towards a door and groans when it doesn’t open. No matter though, he has a key for every option. When his trembling, blood covered hands finally manage to unlock the door, he shoves her inside hard. She crashes to the ground with a thud and flinches back away from him. She cowers herself into the corner as he walks towards her in uneven strides.

“Why you actin’ all scared? Are you scared of me?”

He gets down on all fours and crawls towards her looking like a big cat cornering a small prey animal. It would be so damn hot if it weren’t so terrifying. Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest as she tries to press herself into the walls, tries to sink into them to get away from him. It makes him grin- she’s just so damn cute! All scared of him ‘nd shit… He could just eat her the fuck up.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, you should know that. I don’t have anyone else. You wouldn’t leave me? You wouldn’t leave me, right?” He says, his face so close to her own. “Maybe I need to make sure you can’t leave me, hm?” He trails the blade down her cheek, not pressing enough to intentionally cut but blood still beads to the surface. He leans forward and licks it. His laughter fills the room afterwards, she looks confused and disgusted. He doesn’t want to hurt her, not enough to kill her. He just wants to make her reliant on him like he’s reliant on her.

He tsks before digging the knife into her leg. It’s not enough to be fatal, it’s not enough for her to bleed out, but goddamn does he immediately regret it. It’s like when you’re a kid ‘nd you pour salt on a snail just to see what happens. Poor thing.

She covers her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loudly, with Nam-gyu’s back to the door it would put them both at a disadvantage.

“Just stick with me, y’know? You won’t get hurt no more, promise you girl. I did this for us.”

Oh the way she avoids him, limping slightly through the dormitory to her own bunk instead of his like she used to do.

“C’mon. You can’t do this shit alone.” He says, sitting next to her. Without the overwhelming haze of drugs he can recognize just how badly he fucked up but it’s not enough for ehr to be acting like this. He’ll take care of her during the next game for sure.

The rope creaked and popped as it rotated, every noise caused her to flinch and huddle closer to the doors that they just came from.

She looks over the edge to see the drop and stumbles slightly. She’s not a fan of heights, especially not now. Jumprope isn’t hard, it should be an easy game.

“Steady there, girl.”

She tenses immediately and looks back at Nam-gyu who’s standing there. He looks damn proud of himself, so fucking cocky as he smirks at her. She wants to wipe that stupid grin from his lips. She would rather be talking to anyone other than him

“Don’t glare at me like that, hurts my feelings.” He says with a fake pout, then gives her another grin as he reaches out to pat her shoulders. His fingers then dig up into her jacket as he takes the time to look over her body. He doesn’t care about the wound he inflicted, not beyond the fact that it’s the reason she’s been so damn moody now. He looks towards the bridge where people are getting across and then back at her.

“Look, make it across and I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’d never break a promise, not to you. Now come on, we gotta go. It’s just you, that damn bitch who had a baby, and me. That bitch ain’t making it any time soon. Just follow behind me.”

She doesn’t move willingly as he tugs her to the bridge. She follows him reluctantly, every jump making her leg scream out in pain.

He crosses and is welcomed by that one guy, 456.

She never wanted to die alone, the idea used to haunt her as a child As she got older, though, it became an idea she had to accept. Most people die alone. At least if she dies here, if she dies now, she’ll have control over something when it comes to death.

It’s almost comforting to know the nightmare is almost over, that soon she’ll be accepted into the sweetness that’s death. Open arms, all for her- just as he once was.

“Come on already!”

His voice. She hates it. She hates him. She hates the pain in her leg. She hates, she hates, she hates. She keeps jumping in place, feeling the burn of tears behind her eyes. She doesn’t want to win anymore, she just wants it to be over. She knows even if she makes it to the finals, even if she wins, her leg is no doubt infected. There was no soap, no help, no concern. Fuck it hurts. She won’t be able to go against the men in front of her, even if Nam-gyu did have a change of heart and decided to truly care about her.

His eyes look at her, he looks so desperate as if he can feel her giving up. And maybe he can, she can’t hide her feelings very well when it comes to how defeated she feels. It feels right, it feels like this is what she was meant to do. Her time is over. And that’s okay, she thinks, or rather it has to be.

Nam-gyu reaches his hand out as if that’ll get her to come forward, it makes the tears that were welling up behind her eyes overflow. She wants to reach out, wants to get to the other side, but what’s the point in prolonging her suffering, what’s the point of trusting him again and again?

Crack

It’s not an audible noise to anyone else, but it’s one the last noises she hears. The mechanical rope connects with her ankle knocking her off balance completely. The world moves in slow motion afterwards as she cracks her ribs against the bridge. The drop isn’t long enough to comprehend the pain that follows her rib cage bruising, nor is it enough to comprehend just how terrifying the fall is. She screams regardless. The abrupt ending to a shitty last couple of days. Her body is contorted at odd angles, blood seeps around her.

Nam-gyu feels his heart drop and his blood run completely cold. It’s a quick sobering feeling as she- as his woman- falls like a damn ragdoll down, down, down. The noise makes him double over. His world fucking spins and not in a good way.

All he can think about is the way she’s been flinching away from him, the way she’s stared at him, shrunk away from him, the way she didn’t want to be around him. Fuck, he hates it. It makes his brain hurt and his stomach churn.

Regret.

He doesn’t care when Jun-hee jumps, all he can fucking think about is how his girl is down there alone. He thinks about how Thanos gurgled and spurted blood, he knows realistically she’s not down there dying, she’s not convulsing, she’s not suffering- but goddammit…

He barely registers when he’s dragged back to the dormitory. He could barely handle it when Thanos’s damn laughter filled his head, but now her laughter joins his. He sits with his knees up to his chest and his hands over his ears but the laughter only gets louder.

“Nam-gyu.” Her voice sounds like it’s right beside him and he jumps back, looking on either side of him. There’s no one there, not really, but it doesn’t prevent him from hallucinating her. She’s sat so pretty next to him, covering her mouth as she giggles. “Found you.”

“You’re not real.” He stammers out, shaking his head. It’s not the first time he’s hallucinated crazy shit, not even the first time he’s hallucinated some dead bitch, but it’s the first time he’s felt this way. Regret, depression, agonizing loneliness…

“I’m not…?” Goddamn, why does she sound so sad? He wants to reach out and cradle her, wants to tell her he’s sorry, wants to explain himself, but he absolutely can’t. “I was real, though. I was real, I trusted you… You hurt me.”

“I-I-”

“You killed me- you’re why, you’re why, you’re why-”

“Shut up!” He can feel the gazes of the other players hit him immediately and the shrill cry of the newborn. He wipes his face and then wipes his hand on his shirt. He can’t shake the feeling of their stares even when they look away. He shakily takes a drink of his water, some of it missing his mouth entirely making him look even more like a mess than he fucking is.

“You’re always so mean. I liked you, Nam-gyu.” His throat bubbles with bile at her sweet, soothing words. He wants to throw up, wants to empty his barely filled stomach all over his bunk. The bunk where he had so many moments with the girl he- he- he-

He can’t afford to think about how he felt for her, he can’t handle the weight of the feelings that come rushing forward. He doesn’t want to face the fact that he honestly liked her. He looks down at his hands and clenches the one that reached out for her tightly until his nails dig into palms. His teeth dig into his bottom lip until he winces from the pain.

“Nam-su, she liked you, man. How could you do that to her?”

“Nam-gyu, I liked you so much. How could you do that to me?”

He swallows back vomit again. He wants them to shut up. He doesn’t need to be told by his goddamn dead friend and her how she felt for him.

The minutes feel like hours, he wants to die, wants to die, wants to fucking end it all. He can’t OD, not on the singular pill that floats around that goddamn cross. There’s no blade to cut himself until his arms look like minced meat and he’s bleeding out. He can’t even hang himself like that old hag did. He’s forced to sit on his bed and listen to them taunt him, remind him of his failures, and tell him to end it all- to join them.

Companionship is disgusting, companionship is an illness, companionship is a weakness.

Companionship is-

Eughh… The alarm for the new day breaks him from his thoughts. He won’t face this day alone, not when he’s haunted by the girl- his girl.

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bewitched-hours · 22 days ago

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Hello! Yeah me again asking abt the noli and 07 yandere thing (lord I feel weird asking again I don’t want to be a bother) It’s just the last one you wrote was really and I mean really WELL written and I was hoping to ask for a part 2 of how things go? Hacking together, speaking, debating life—just quite cool! I already sent you the link of the past one I was talking about so I hope thats alright!

HI- YEAH- I SAW IT LOL I only saw it at school tbf so I'm starting it with this and have the story opened in another tab to make sure I don't forget anything (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

The reader's pronouns are once again She/They-

Pre-Forsaken

All three of you sat on opposite sides of 007 as you looked at the child in his arms.

"It's kinda cute..." You tried to end the silence comfortably as you could see the man soften. Noli didn't look so tough either for a change.

Though the red bundle of joy was giddy now, you knew it was only a matter of time until it got hungry...

"What are we meant to do with it..?" Noli asked quietly, watching as the baby held onto 007's fingers with glee. It honestly melted your heart a bit.

"I say we keep it." You state bluntly, surprised eyes meeting your own as you went to quickly explain yourself. "Think about it. If we drop it off somewhere else it would probably reach the same path as us if it survives anyways."

The two of them gave each other an unsure look before you gently lifted the child out of 7n7's arms with a huff. "I'm not saying we'd be great parents or anything but it'd definitely be better than the foster system or death." Your tone was firm but they could tell you were empathising with that little red face giggling up at you.

Maybe you were trying to prove something to yourself. That you were better than your family? Maybe that you can actually take care of something meaningful?

Whatever, it wasn't like either of them could say no by the time you started cooing at the baby all motherly.

"Heh, guess you're right." 007 perked up first, getting you to smile a bit more.

Wether it was to make you happy or they actually liked the idea, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that this child was safe with you.

"We should totally call it after the c00lgui." You commented with a chuckle, having Noli cackling and 007 trying to suppress his laugh.

"Yeah- no- this is good- So c00lkidd?" He suggested, letting out a laugh at your grinning nod. It was silly, it was unusual...

It was perfect.

"It'll be the perfect addition! Plus, I have some experience back when I had a babysitting gig to save up some money as a kid myself. We'll just need to get a few things and c00lkidd is gonna be spoiled with love!" You practically beamed and placed a gentle kiss on the little one's head, going back to cooing at it as it giggled in your arms.

Being a family might just be easier than you thought...

Post-Forsaken

For once, 007 probably appreciated being an outsider.

It meant more time with you. More time with Noli.

You were quick to figure out a spot to all meet in where neither killers nor survivors would even hear you.

It was perfect, especially whenever Noli decided to bring along c00lkidd and you could just talk for a while.

CK loved you. He loved the idea of having a big family like this where you could be his mom. You played nice and fair and actually managed to tire him out at times.

Though he didn't understand why it was such a taboo to play tag outside of rounds, he trusted your explanation that it was because it was less fun with only you four and the other survivors wouldn't be willing to listen to you or 007.

And CK knew the other killers were even less willing so...

But you'd always promise that once you get back home, you'll be the best mother to c00lkidd. And he took it as a good promise to make before saying his goodbyes and waiting for the next round.

You were committed to being the mother c00lkidd needed and the 'wife' that 007n7 and Noli deserved...

A bit disappointed with how this turned out but I tried my best-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #marble hornets x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #tobias rogers x reader #clockwork #clockwork x reader

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instinctualdesires · 4 months ago

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✸ we. are. venom [1.]

✸ You were going to completely give up on dating when your friend Anne sets you up with her ex-fiance. Hesitant, you accept and ready to leave if it goes sideways. However, Eddie has a secret that you weren't put off by in the slightest- instead it can fulfill desires you only thought to be pure fantasy.

✸ Eddie/Venom x afab!gn!reader

✸ 18+, rough sex, tentacle sex, cunilingus, aftercare (part 2)

✸ Reader is AFAB but is not gendered in any way. Originally posted on my Ao3. Finally put it here! Had to finally get this blog set up for my general 18+ fics but didn't want a billion Ao3 psueds lol

✸ Ao3 Link | Part 2

You knew Anne well, despite only being her friend for five months, you would consider her a close friend. Despite this- you two had very different social circles. She had told you a lot about her ex-fiance, all in a positive light of course since they were still very good friends. You knew what she was doing though, she was trying to set you two up.

You would have been more on board with the idea, but dating has not been kind to you in the past few months. You honestly wanted to just stop dating all together and “focus on yourself” as they say when men are just too much (or not enough). However, you've noticed that she's been getting bolder in her plans to get you two together as she, without your permission, set you up on a date with him in his apartment. Like really? What was she thinking?

“Come on! He's a really nice guy and I think you both would go well together!” She gently slapped her hands on the wheel as you both sat in her car in front of his apartment. You refused to get out.

“Anne please, I love you, but please. This is too much! I don't really date anymore and you know this!” Groaning, you tried to plead with her, you just wanted to go home and relax.

“No. As your friend I am doing this for your own good. That's why you need to get out! I know you're just gonna sit on your ass all day watching Netflix by yourself. Trust me, Eddie is a good guy. He'll take care of you” Sighing, you weighed the options in your mind again (also that callout was extremely unnecessary) before biting the bullet and doing something you might regret.

“Ugh- fine Anne. You win” She exclaimed ‘Yes!’ as she pumped a fist in excitement before clearing her throat and setting her arm on your shoulder. “But! You owe me one if this goes sideways”

“Ok, ok, I do. But I just want to warn you-”

“Warn me? You couldn't have mentioned this earlier before I agreed?” You raised an eyebrow, was it too late to say no?

“It's nothing bad! Trust me! But if he can seem..off at times and like he's talking to himself just…don't bail…ok? He may seem “crazy” but if he trusts you enough, he'll tell you. And if he does. Please don't freak out. He's been through more than you will ever know, but he isn't bad” You're already freaking out. Off at times, talking to himself? You were quick to judge when you haven't even met him yet, but the last part really caught your attention. ‘Been through a lot more than you will ever know’. Plus, Anne isn't the type to keep bad company around. She will drop anyone who isn't a good person and isn't afraid of standing up for herself or others.

“Ok…I trust you a lot Anne. But again, if this goes sideways-”

“I owe you yes, yes. I got it. Now go meet your future husband!” Before you could properly respond to her stupid comment, she kept pushing you against the door until you opened it and stood outside. Making sure you had everything, you shut the door and she rolled the window down, wanting to say one last thing to you.

“Call me if you need anything. Have fun!” She blew you a kiss and a wink as she zoomed off, more than happy to leave you at a man's apartment whom you've never met before. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and stared at the apartment building, looking towards the higher floors as Eddie has one facing the street. Could he be watching you right now?

Now or never.

Heading to the street level door, you unlocked it with the spare key Anne gave you and noticed that the apartment building seemed decently middle class. Not too fancy to look like a five-star hotel, but nice enough to not have roaches running around and daily maintenance is kept up on.

“B-39” You muttered as you headed to the stairs and walked up them. He was only on the second floor so taking the elevator seemed useless to you, the stairs is a lot faster. It wasn't long before you landed on his floor and hunted for his number. You quickly found it via directions given to by Anne, which made you realize just how much she used to come here. Staring at the number plate, then at the door, then at your phone tempted to text her “I can't do it”, you finally decided to face your fears.

You knocked. It was as if he was standing right next to the door as it quickly opened, revealing your date for the night. Anne showed you many pictures of him (no doubt to get you foaming at the mouth) so his appearance wasn't a huge shock. You would never admit it- but he was hot. Even though he cleaned up really nice, he still had this rugged look to him. In the pictures you saw, he typically wore sweatpants and a graphic tee shirt. But right now, he was wearing a nice pair of jeans with a plain white tee shirt. His hair wasn't ruffled or all over the place, but instead fixed up. Your anxiety was going a bit haywire, you could feel your heart beating fast as you really took in just what you're doing here.

“Hello! I uh- I'm sorry about Anne really. She can be a bit much with trying to get me with someone new. But welcome! Come in!” He laughed awkwardly as he opened the door wider and stepped aside to let you come in. He honestly was kind of adorable, Anne must be getting desperate if she was doing for this for a while and you were her latest target.

“Oh its ok! Trust me, I know how she can be with these kind of things. She's very stubborn” You chuckled as you took in the space. It was lived in for sure, but you could tell he tried to tidy up before your arrival. The smell immediately caught your attention, however, as Eddie was cooking dinner for you both.

“This is a nice place. And you're not too bad looking yourself” Smirking, your anxiety was still present, but you felt like being bold.

“You're pretty hot too, I mean uh- you're cool! You're uh, not too bad yourself” He coughed as if it would save the moment of him calling you hot. It made you chuckle and felt a bit of tension leaving your body as mutual attraction was present already. Eddie was staring at you when something beeped in the kitchen, causing him to spring into action.

“Oh shoot, I almost forgot about that! Ha ha…making your favorite because Anne told me this was your favorite…so…” Your heart melted as he rushed over there, making sure not to burn anything. He remembered your favorite dish after Anne told him about you- or he asked her what he should cook and she said that. Either way it felt sweet he decided to try to make it himself instead of ordering from some random restaurant.

Since he was now busy finishing it, you decided to set your bag on the couch and sit at the dining table. As you scrolled through your phone, you overheard Eddie talking to…himself? Anne did warn you about that, but he seemed like a good guy.

“No we are not doing that! At least not right now!” If he was trying to be quiet, it wasn't working, but you wouldn't dare him about it unless he brings it up first. You tried to act normal as you waited for him to finish, resisting all urges to get closer.

“Venom- no” Venom? Who was that? It wasn't long before he had everything plated and with a smile, came over with two plates. One for you and one for himself. He set yours down before sitting down himself.

“And dinner is served. I don't cook too often for myself, so I hope it's good” You chuckled and took a bite, immediately loving it.

“This is really good!” You took another bite, and another, and soon the entire dish was devoured. Right after you realized how that must have looked and cleared your throat, wiping your face.

“Sorry I guess I was really hungry…” You laughed awkwardly as he looked shocked at how fast you ate it all. You swore you could see a blush form on his face before he cleared his throat.

“No, no! Don't apologize! I'm really glad you like it! I really don't cook like this often so…I'm glad!” He smiled before his body suddenly jerked in a weird way, causing him to swear. You raised an eyebrow as he apologized and stood up abruptly before seemingly being pulled by…something you couldn't see into the bathroom and shutting the door.

What was this dude's deal? You heard Eddie talking but couldn't make out what he was saying, it sounded like he was having a conversation with someone despite it only being him. The other voice was hard to make out too, but sounded deeper. Suddenly, the bathroom door rattled, like someone was thrown against it. Both voices were getting louder, like they were having an argument. You looked at the time on your phone and realized that Eddie had been in the bathroom for at least three minutes. As you looked up from your phone, he finally opened the door and walked out, looking flustered and a bit frustrated.

“Sorry about that uh…so! I heard a lot about you from Anne but uh…tell me about yourself from well…you” Laughing awkwardly, he ushered you to the couch, not having you worry about cleaning up. You sat down and he sat down with a healthy distance between you both, mentally thanking him for not invading your personal state so soon. He definitely was awkward- that much was apparent, that didn't take away from his attractiveness to you though. You honestly thought it was endearing, but you still wondered what his deal was.

You told him all about yourself, all the basics: what you did for work, the general area where you lived, that kind of stuff. In turn, he told you stuff about himself. You learned that he was an investigative reporter who had something…big happen to him after he accidentally ruined the reputation of another reporter in NYC. That's when it hit you- you remember that story! You were never big in the reporter sphere, but you remember that story. You also remembered when he was fired from his second job- something to do with the Life Foundation that was kept under wraps.

“Oh! I remember you now!” You exclaimed, causing him to sigh and rub his temple.

“Yeah that uh- wasn't my proudest moment- or many moments. But I'm a different man now” He definitely wasn't proud at that moment, but you had to give it to him to change. You're glad that he was able to get his old job back and return to normal.

“Hey, we all make mistakes Eddie” You set a hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft smile, he gave one back. “What matters is how we handle that mistake and what we can do moving forward to change for the better” With your free hand, you grasped one of his to give him comfort. All of the sudden, he tensed up.

“No, Venom” He whispered, which made you feel frustrated that he wasn't telling the truth. You went back and forth in your head about it, and decided that you needed him to be honest. You wanted to get to know him more, and it was obvious that he wanted to get to know you more too.

“Eddie, if we want this to work, you need to be honest with me, ok? I keep hearing you talk to this…Venom person and really need you to tell me the truth here. I won't tell anyone else. I think you’re adorable and hot and…I want this to work. So trust me, be honest” Your heart was beating out of your chest, hoping this didn’t go south and he kicked you out for asking. You moved your hand from his shoulder and grabbed his other hand, making sure you held both of them and looked at his eyes with a pleading yet gentle look. He sighed and looked away before looking back.

“Ok, I trust you. I really like you too, but it’s better if I show you…” You could tell he was very nervous as he stood up and gave you a worried look. Then, what looked like black goop started to consume his body, giving him a buff appearance, and his body was fully covered in the stuff when his head was replaced with one with a sharp grin and white eyes.

“Hello. We are Venom”

#eddie brock #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom movies #venom x reader x eddie #venom #venom x eddie

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snzydarling · 2 months ago

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Valentine

charas: megumi, yuuji cw: snz kink content !!! explicit sex, chara with snz kink, oral sex notes: um. this is babys first smut fic.... please be nice im so scared to post this LOLLL first off a hugee thank you to @wildindigo111 and @randomsnzftshist for going through this and making sure the scenes werent awful. you guys boosted my confidence enough to post this LOL! i had a lot of fun going out of my comfort zone w this one. takes place post-canon when they're both pro-sorceres !! in the generic evb lives au. hope u enjoy !!

Yuuji is considered the only member in their circle who’s actually good at reading Megumi.

It’s not that hard once you know where to look. All of Megumi’s tells start getting pretty obvious once you observe for a while. For example:

When Megumi left that morning for a mission, his eyes were crinkled around the corners, and his brow held a permanent furrow. Last night, he had been kind of quiet, swapping out his usual few-word sentences for impassive hums. Pair that with the time of year, and Yuuji’s got a pretty good idea of what’s going on.

When Megumi gets sick it comes on slowly, and takes just as long to fade, so he ends up feeling just okay enough to keep working, and just bad enough to look pretty miserable for most of the time he spends sick. It’s a pretty unfortunate combination, especially for somebody like Megumi, who really hates it when you tell him how pathetic he looks.

He’d just texted Yuuji that he was on the train home. Ijichi had been taken out with the same thing he suspected Megumi caught, and his message said in no uncertain terms that Yuuji is to “stay away” when he gets back. What it truly means is that he’d finally accepted his fate. Poor guy.

Yuuji fumbles around the apartment while he waits, cooking shogayaki with way too much ginger. It's even more than usual, because Megumi sounded a little stuffed up and he wants to make sure he can still taste it. He makes sure the TV volume is extra low and the heat set extra high, and half-watches some weird drama Kugisaki told him about until Megumi comes in.

He hears him before he sees him. First, the click of a lock, then quiet shuffling as Megumi takes off his shoes. When it takes him a little too long to say hi, Yuuji lolls his head over the back of the couch to see what's up. He's standing awkwardly in the doorway, one hand covering the lower half of his face. His eyelashes flutter for a minute before he ducks down.

“ hi'tzchh-! hid'tzshhiew-! ‘dTZSh-iewh!” he gives a few experimental sniffles before lowering his hand and locking eyes with Yuuji. He’s all pink from the cold. “Bless you!” he calls, still dangling. All the blood going to his head makes it feel weird, though, so he rights himself. Even though the extra heat was meant for his boyfriend, it's made him feel all soft and lazy, too. He gestures for Megumi to join him, and frowns over his shoulder when he doesn’t.

“I already told you, I’m sick.” It's a little sharp, like he’s all annoyed. Yuuji just shrugs and pats the couch more enthusiastically.

Unstoppable force vs. Immovable object, or whatever. When Megumi doesn’t do anything but glare at him and look kind of miserable, Yuuji sighs. “I won’t get sick, Megs. Pinky promise!” Even though that's not actually the sort of thing you can promise, Megumi eventually links their pinkies together and sags into the couch next to him.

Yuuji leans over, steals his customary ‘welcome back’ kiss. Megumi shifts closer, a little suddenly, parts his lips, invites Yuuji in. Snakes his cold hands under Yuuji’s shirt. It's a little weird for somebody who was just trying to skulk around him, but Yuuji doesn’t mind at all. Until Megumi stops dead.

It’s a whiplash feeling to Yuuji, who was just starting to lose himself in it all. “You okay?” he asks, pulling back a little.

Megumi clears his throat. “Yeah. Just, um.” His ears are all red. “Sorry, that was a lot.” Aww, poor thing. Maybe, instead of irritating him, the comments of concerned coworkers did something else to his boyfriend’s psyche.

“I don't mind.” Yuuji pushes back his bangs to give his forehead a quick peck. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, I can't help myself either.” He watches the adam's apple of Megumi’s throat bob once, twice, before he clears his throat again.

“Did you cook dinner yet?” He avoids Yuuji’s eyes as he says it, like he's flustered about something, even though Yuuji hasn’t said anything out of the ordinary. It’s good that he’s got an appetite, so he’ll let it slide, dragging Megumi to the kitchen instead of answering.

Once they’re both sitting at the table, Yuuji takes the chance to get a good look at him. He’s rubbing his sleeve against the bottom of his nose, making a click-click sound as moisture shifts. His other hand is wrapped around the side of a mug of tea, clinging to its warmth. Even though he’s been inside for a little while, his face is still tinted pink and irritated. His eyes are a little red, too, like he's been crying or something. When he’s caught staring, he offers up a sheepish grin. Megumi opens his mouth, probably to tell him off, but then his breath gets all shaky and he gives up before any sound comes out, moving back into his sleeve.

“ hih- hi'Tzchh-! hiD'zshhi-! hI'zsHhi! hih - hiD-” he’s stuck in limbo for a few seconds, gazing hazily at the ceiling with his breath trembling, until it finally catches. Yuuji can’t help but wince in sympathy as he flinches forward with a “ hiD'TZCHhiewh-!” that’s unusually harsh for him. Megumi rubs at his throat as he recovers, nodding in thanks when Yuuji presses tissues into his hand.

Once he's okay again, Yuuji leans across the table to kiss his nose, because it's all cute like that, and he really can't resist, especially when Megumi’s face is all scrunched up after. “Bless you lots, babe!” his face takes on a different type of irritation. “Your sneezes are so cute.” Megumi’s brow furrows even deeper. He curls into himself a little bit, like he feels exposed

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he mumbles, glaring in a way that 's usually kind of intimidating but is just cute now. When Yuuji tilts his head, kind of confused, Megumi huffs a whistly breath through his nose and gestures vaguely to himself. Then, to his pants, when Yuuji still doesn’t get it, flush traveling down to his neck and the tips of his ears. That makes it all click.

Megumi’s hard. He’s horny. Yuuji can't help the laughter that bubbles up, rushing to reassure at the same time. “No, no! It's-” he cracks up again at his boyfriend's face. “It’s cute! Ow-!” There, Megumi smacks him across the head. He stands up to put a mostly empty plate in the sink. By the time Yuuji manages to get a hold of himself, he’s halfway to the bedroom, and Yuuji has to scramble to meet him before he’s kicked on the couch for the night.

“I’m sorry!” He pleads, still wiping tears from his eyes. “It's really cute, I promise. Let me take care of you?”

Megumi just kind of stares for a minute, observing, like there's some way he could be lying.. If it were somebody else, it might've stung a bit, but Megumi’s just that kind of guy, and he seems extra sensitive today. Yuuji nestles up to him, kisses the wrinkles between his brows, and considers it a win when he's not shoved away.

“Yeah.” Megumi sighs eventually. Yuuji grins and dares to kiss him on the lips, now. “I’ll meet you after I clean up dinner.”

Megumi meets him in the bedroom, flustered.

It's so cute, the fact that he gets so bothered by this sort of thing. Yuuji, overwhelmingly, wants to take care of him. It's a familiar feeling. Yuuji meets him on the bed, encouraging him to scooch back a bit so he can face him, almost in his lap. He kisses him, nibbles on his lip, until Megumi has to pull away to breathe through his mouth. This close, he can feel the heat of his breath. He’s probably a little embarrassed. When Megumi initiates the next kiss, pulling him forwards, hands in his hair, it's a little bit of a shock. Yuuji can take a hint, so he starts making out with Megumi. He responds eagerly- snakes his tongue into Yuuji’s mouth, runs it along even rows of teeth. As soon as Megumi pulls back to breathe, he’s back with more need. Megumi’s lips taste like vanilla chapstick. His mouth tastes like menthol. When Yuuji starts moving his hands, tracing the muscles of his neck, every part of him feels wrought with tension. Yuuji’s a little nervous to take off his sweatshirt, since he’d looked so cold earlier, but Megumi strips it off as soon as Yuuji’s hands dip below the worn collar.

Yuuji runs his hand along Megumi’s back as their lips meet again. He finds ridges of scar tissue and traces them, savors the way Megumi shudders. When his hands find his hips, tracing the outline of arching bones, Megumi makes a raspy sound low in his throat.

“You’re so cute.” Yuuji murmurs, nuzzling his head into Megumi’s. He stops kissing him because Megumi can’t breathe when he does, and he feels a little bad leaving him without air. He moves his attention to his lower lip, softly biting at chapped skin. Megumi responds in turn, sucking at his lips. Everything Yuuji does is turned back on him ten-fold. When he moves his lips to Megumi’s jaw, his hand grabs more fiercely at his hair, legs wrapping around Yuuji’s waist. His own body is starting to overheat, warmed by Megumi’s flush skin. When Yuuji moves down to his nipples, licking at goosebumped skin. Megumi divides his attention then, dropping one hand from his hair to rest above Yuuji’s, where it's been lazily tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, and starts urging it lower. Yuuji starts to trace the outline of his dick, tented through his pants. He squeezes, and Megumi responds by bucking his hips.

Yuuji stops tasting the cedarwood of Megumi's soap for a moment, looking up to meet his eyes. They’re even closer now, Yuuji’s knee close enough to create a gentle pressure against his bulge. There’s desperation etched in every one of his features, in more ways than one. His nose is pink with irritation, eyes a little unfocused. Yuuji kisses his lip again, dipping a hand to Megumi’s warm skin under his sweatpants, and Megumi's hands clench in his hair. When he gasps, it's not just pleasure, and Yuuji watches the way his features crumble as he tries feebly to squirm away from Yuuji.

“ hiD'czhh-! ‘tzshh-iewh-! hiDt'zSHhiew-!” Yuuji feels mist spray his arm as Megumi’s half-bent away, because there aren’t many places to go and Megumi’s no good at holding it off when he sneezes. His muscles clench and shudder with each hazy breath. “hD’tCZHh-yu!” Megumi sniffles before he turns back fully, but Yuuji still sees the way his upper lip shines with moisture.

“Bless you, baby.” Yuuji murmurs into his neck, smiling when Megumi whines beneath him. “You did good. So pretty.”

While sneezing doesn’t do anything in particular for Yuuji, seeing the effect it has on his boyfriend does. Megumi’s even more urgent, encouraging Yuuji’s hand to his dick. He’s all needy, pushing himself closer to Yuuji even though they’re only a hairsbreadth apart.

Yuuji goes back to tracing his lips down Megumi’s front, kissing each rib, each blemish. He lowers himself down, never breaking contact, until he’s on the hardwood floor, knees pressed down like prayer. He wants to worship Megumi. He kisses down his stomach, tasting cedarwood and sweat and heat.

His hands busy themselves with Megumi’s pants, and with nothing to do, Megumi’s other hand finds Yuuji’s back, rubbing the hard muscles he finds. When his sweatpants lay in a discarded heap somewhere near the bed, he tilts his head back, and Megumi crushes his lips against his. Between kisses, when Megumi catches his breath, Yuuji studies his face. “So pretty.” He repeats. Megumi’s pretty all the time, but the rawness of being sick and soft around Yuuji unlocks a new side of it. “Can I suck you off?”

Megumi nods, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says, and it scrapes against his throat like sandpaper. Yuuji smiles, kisses him again for as long as Megumi can manage, and spreads Megumi’s legs apart. Right before he’s about to take him in his mouth, his breath catches, doing that hitchy buildup until the itch crescendos. He has an easier time turning away now, and Yuuji can’t see anything but the strain of his muscles.

“ i'ndt-iewh! ‘ndt- ndt’szhiew-! hiDt'chh-!” They’re about as restrained as Megumi can manage. His hand stops their massage, leaving Yuuji’s back to create a flimsy cover between them. Yuuji takes a hand of his own, reaching until he can cradle his face in his palm, and tilts until he can see him again. On the one he loves, watching the hitching of his breath and the silent battle in his face, Yuuji understands the attraction.

“I want to see.” He says, reaching to kiss him again. “You’re so pretty, Megumi. Let me see you sneeze?” He runs his thumb along his face until he finds the side of his nose, pressing gently until Megumi gasps, desperate and whiny. He’s enchanted, watching as Megumi dissolves, guided by Yuuji’s hand.

“hiD'cZSHh-! ‘tDZShhi-! i’tTCHhih-!” he sprays down his front, hand clenching in Yuuji’s hair. The final sneeze, uncharacteristically harsh, jerks him forward, and he accidentally tugs at the strands, but Yuuji won’t tell him. Instead, he praises. “Bless you. You did so good.” he lowers himself back down, pressing another kiss to Megumi’s inner thigh. “You’re so pretty, Megumi.”

His dick is hard and leaking with pre-cum. Yuuji takes one hand to the base, tracing up and down as he licks at it. When he wets his lips against it, releasing quickly, Megumi makes a keening noise. His hands tighten, nails digging into his scalp as he takes it tongue to his dick again.

He’s oversensitive- pent up. Every time his mouth touches his dick he mewls, becoming tenser and tenser. When Yuuji finally takes him in his mouth, he moans, raspily and deeply. It’s really sexy- Yuuji’s got that warm, wanting feeling in his nerves, a too-tight feeling in his boxers. As Yuuji starts to blow him, his hands rub against Megumi’s inner thigh. Megumi keens as he works his dick, skin dotted with goosebumps. Megumi whines for more, more until they’re moving at a dizzying pace, and then he throws his head back. He sounds so good, so needy. Just listening to him might get Yuuji off.

“Yuuji-!” is all the warning he gets before Megumi clenches, breath whiny.

“ ‘cZSHh-! d'shH-yu! hiD'cZSHh-!” His dick bounces, hitting the top of Yuuji’s throat with each sneeze. Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, glistening with spit, and kisses where his hands just were. “Did that feel good?” he asks, and doesn’t wait for an answer before taking Megumi back into his mouth. He hears his whine, and that's response enough.

He works Megumi's dick with his tongue, feeling the tension rise and rise, listening to Megumi, until he warns him, voice strained and whiny, that—“Yuuji, I'm gonna cum-!”

Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, purring as Megumi orgasms, warm and tense and so beautiful. Every noise is strained, and his voice breaks when he comes down, resting against the soft blanket with one final, worn noise. Yuuji gives his thigh one final kiss, squeezing his hand to it as he clambers back onto the bed to meet Megumi again. The kiss is shorter than it was before, because Megumi's catching his breath, and can't do that with Yuuji's mouth on his. He doesn’t mind, choosing instead to watch his boyfriend. He looks tired, but happy, gaze soft as the tension melts from his body.

He can tell he's ready for a shower, not very comfortable with being sticky and clammy with sweat. The way he watches Yuuji as he stands, staring through his eyelashes with lips swollen and parted, makes Yuujis own dick twitch. When he comes back to himself, he's frowning a little bit. “I'm sick. You probably shouldn't have kissed me.” Yuuji kisses him again, just to make a point.

“I never get sick.” He says, chest puffed out. When Megumi pulls himself onto his elbows, Yuuji goes to help him, guiding him up into a standing position. “Don't worry about that anyways. You need a shower.” And Yuuji needs to jerk himself off, but he'll keep that part to himself.

Now that he's standing, Megumi looks really tired out. He leans on Yuuji a little as they shuffle into the bathroom. Yuuji’s happy to take care of himself in there, warm and lazy from the steam, especially if it loosens up all the congestion in his nose and lets him kiss him for longer.

He knows, when they’re clean and back in the bedroom, Megumi will fall asleep with his hair still wet and breath against Yuuji's neck, probably snoring a little bit. Yuuji will grab his phone from the nightstand, tell Gojo that Megumi's down for the count, and turn off the morning alarms on his phone.

Yuuji knows, as he observes Megumi's silhouette through the shower curtain, starting to nod off under the hot water. He knows he needs to snap a picture of Megumi's sleeping form to Kugisaki later, because he knows she'll get a little worried when she finds out he's sick, even if she'll deny it, and will appreciate the excuse to get angry at how lovey-dovey he is. He'll probably captain it with something sickly-sweet, like “look at my honey bear ( ≧∀≦)ノ” just to make her even more mad.

They repeat this cycle every time the season shifts into deep winter, and Yuuji's gone through it enough times to know. In Yuuji's opinion, that's what makes it all so dear.

#snz #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze fic #snz fic #sneezing #i dont jave much to say modtly because im so sleepy rn but also ive worked on this on and off for like 3 weeks and forgot most of my thoufh #ts about it #i find it soo hard to write sickness from an outside pov can u tell....#megumi was suposed to be sicker than he comes off i tjink but im so bad at implying it so i gahe up #i cant believe this is genuinely the first timr ivr wtitten smut i felt like such a prude #i hage 0 experience and im sure u can tell. sorry i guess #if somebody wants to get w me so i have some background knowledge to use then im totally down #just for research #LMFAO #ok ims o tired good jight theres orobabaly lots of errors i missed my eyes are so droopy #i wanna post this now cuz im soo busy tmmr ( ´-｀)#im such a little snz megumintruther. obviosuky. look at me #my last like 4 fics have all been diferent fandoms that's awful !!!#ok goodnight im serious i gotta be up early #im stalling im nergoud 2 post

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bittycmd · 3 months ago

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It's already have been over a week since ch1 post, huh?

Thank you all so much for kind words about OSC! as this project will be a beginning of my hobbyist 'carrier' (read as: passion project) that will probably take my free time from work whenever I'm not playing video games (I am afflicted by a curse that makes me do 100% achievements) or studying or doing any other passion or hobby projects.

here is a cover page that would have started the au; if not for a surprise that tumblr actually has an image limit of 30! (I got lucky huh?)

(tumblr refusing to upload this to my chapter 1 post is actually the reason why this post exists, so you guys get a lot of info now lol.)

Thank you again for supporting me on this journey! Below is just more info and plans and all that, for you who love reading that.

The first chapter changed and grew, firstly from a much different point of origin, having other chapter names and growing from a just 10-15 page chapter to a 30 one, and from planned 1 month to taking 3 months!

So what's next? Well... Chapter 2 which I'll probably not post as a whole chapter, but in parts. It will provide me probably more motivation and you all more frequent posting of story. (if you love getting whole chapter drops, dw, there probably will be chapters that I'd prefer to post as a whole)

ok, let's try a fun format of Q&A!

Have you started work on chapter 2?

yes. for the whole week i've managed to make...

check notes — 1 page...

oh god...

What? One page!? In over a week?!? Are you lazy???

I actually have been drawing like crazy and it's just i don't put that work on comic pages. Instead I've put it on sketches based on MD RP with my friends, that I have not posted here, because posting rp stuff without context is like trying to make drone drink water without dying.

Will you post the MD RP stuff you talk about??

... maybe... if you ask nicely (￣y▽￣)╭ ..... (it's some good stuff)

why are you talking about MD RP you do with your friends in OSC au info post?!?

no reason... -v-

will OSC au be outside the tumblr? Or you have any other social media?

maybe on bluesky? i should post more on bluesky, i haven't posted a single art there, instead i posted about mickey 17 there... and escape from pork belly. god i should post more there.

twitter is out of question, i'm not going back there. I no longer post on reddit and i don't even have a tiktok or other social media. I'm mainly tumblr boy (I love it here) with bluesky side that I should post on more often.

I should also learn how to AO3, so it's archived and easily searchable!

What is estimated time of work on chapter 2?

I cannot estimate that, unfortunately. I work when I can, and when my body allows me. And it usually refuses when I want to work on the comic, which frustrates me too often.

Will the au be easily readable???

there is a plan to set-up a master post that will list, (and link to,) all the chapters/parts of them, and it'll be always reachable from any chapter post and from the pinned post. Also each chapter will have standard links for first, prev and next post. This, of course, is for convenience of reading! (fueled by spite to one of my fav au's not doing that bare minimum.)

I miss OSC random skit comics, will there be any more? :(

Most of those skit comics i had to cut because my brain decided they were perfect for the overarching plot so now I basically soft locked myself from making more.

BUT! With more chapters uploaded I'll be free to create more outside of plot OSC au skit comics.

THE OSC AU SUCKS THE AA AU IS BETTER WHEN CHAPTER 1 OF MD&AA AU WILL COME OUT!?

woah there! The md&aa au will actually have much different plans. they are only plans and nothing has been set in stone yet. But when I'd start putting it into place you guys will know :3 and I hope it'll be awesome.

will you monetize it in the future?

uhhh probably not. I see art as something that should be free to experience (even if it's some fanart au webcomic based on existing series). but that's also a weak excuse! Because the real one is setting up patreon or ko-fi is terrifying to me! I'd be so lost, and then paying self employment taxes! oh god the horror!

don't even get me started on commissions! ',⊙﹏⊙'∥

(i'd love to make comms or set up tip jar one day but without a super detailed step by step guide for dummies, i'd probably be lost with doing all that)

all those general questioned sucked! i want a very specific question answered!

well those are what asks are for! I am also trying to be active in comment section but I get bad anxiety, so unfortunately no promises.

Also my inbox is filled with mostly drawing requests, which I will need to state now, that I'll no longer will prioritize them, and I'm not promising to do them, maybe even ever.

#murder drones au #md one small change #md one small change au #md osc au #md osc #md au info

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aviradasa · 1 year ago

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Teenage Leolas first partner is a human?How will you and Aaravos react?

Aaravos x reader hc!

Ask and you shall receive! This was such a cute idea, and I couldn't resist lol. Also again sorry it this is shitty I'm extremely exhausted and am writing this from my phone late at night, lol also sense this probably is shitty I'm happy to announce I'm going to be making a series based off of the Aaravos family hcs I've posted which will be more in depth and fun!

I'll link the other hcs here

Masterlist

Aaravos introducing you to his daughter

Aaravos getting ready to propose to you with leolas help

You and Teenage!Leola sync up that time of month and Aaravos is done

{Fluff} Warnings:none!

@josmarney23 @delusional-mushroom @imsimping4life

It was a beautiful day out, and you and Aaravos were just chilling out studying the universe and all of its secrets with no worries in the world

That was until your 16 year old daughter Leola walked in looking a little too nervous for your taste

"Hey, mom..dad.I have something to tell you!" She says with an awkward smile as she waves her hands up and down in front of her, a nervous stim she's had since she was a little girl.

But it just makes you and your husband more concerned

You look at Aaravos with confusion and concern and are a little disappointed when he gives you the same look back before you both turn towards leola once more.

"What did you do?" Aaravos asks

"Did you kill someone? It's ok if you did, we can help you take care of that." You join in with a straight-face

"Yes, if that's the case, don't worry, me and your mother can handle that. It was probably only an accident!" Aaravos agrees as you as you both stand up and approach your daughter.

"What? No! I didn't hurt. Or kill anyone! I just wanted to tell you that me and Michael decided that we want to be together! ( I decided cause I'm lazy that the boy holding her hand in the picture that I made the title card is gonna be her partner for this!)

You and Aaravos share a look of shock.

Like, excuse me. Your little unicorn has a boyfriend? YOUR DAUGHTER?

"Wait, who is Michael again?" You ask; the name sounds familiar, but it's hard for you to remember all of the Leolas friends as she makes so many new ones all the time.

Aaravos, on the other hand, is too busy trying to comprehend what his sweet daughter said. He doesn't even hear you ask her who Michael is. he just folds his hands together like a prayer, lifting them up to his face with eyes so wide they look like they are about to pop out of the socket

In response to your question,leola rolls her eyes and walks out the front door before rentering, pulling a tall human boy into your house by the arm. Once leola releases him, he gives a little wave. "Hello, there!" He says nervously with a smile laced with a bit of fear.

NOW you remember him. He is one of Leola's childhood friends. They used to play outside together with all the others. Before you can say anything, though, Aaravos speaks first.

"No, absolutely not. No. It was nice meeting you, boy." He says with a straight face. You give him a small slap on the arm and a stern look

"What? Dad, what do you mean?" Leola asks in confusion

"No. Just No." He says again.

"Why not? Are you mad he's a human or something?" Leola shoots back. Before it can escalate though, you interfere

" That has nothing to do with. It has to do with the fact that he looks at least 30." (Please tell me you get the reference, lol)

"DAD HES MY AGE! YOU'VE MET HIM BEFORE!" Leola shouts, which honestly gives you the sign to stop this before it gets out of hand

"Okayyy that's enough." You say to them.

You mouth a small apology to leola and Michael before you grab your husband and go to the next room for a moment, and as you're walking out, you see leola facepalm before crossing her arms in frustration. Michael quickly jumped to her aid. He gets a few points for that

Once you get into the next room and close the door you scold the fuck out of your husband

"Aaravos, what is your problem? You know damn well he's not 30! If you don't stop and give the kid a chance, I'm gonna knock you out."

"You won't even have the chance to knock me out before -"

"Oh my gods, once again, what is your problem it's completely normal for kids there, age -"

"I still don't like it!"

"Why not cause it's a human boy she brought home?"

"I never said that!"

"Well, that's what she's getting from it!"

"I don't like it 'cause She is my little girl. I'm not having some human boy mess up her life. she's not ready for that torment."

"Oh, she is fine. It's some puppy love, and she's known that boy for years he wouldn't hurt her! besides, there is nothing we can do about it that won't drive her away from us!"

"Oh, there is definitely something I CAN do about it.-" "Oh, don't you even think about it. That won't end well for anybody!"

"Yes, it will. It will end well for you, Leola, and me"

"If you touch one hair on that boy's head, you're sleeping outside. May the gods strike me down if I'm lying!"

"I suppose they will have to! Cause I'm not allowing this."

"No, we are not doing that. We are going to go out there. Talk to them like adults. And make a decision based on facts and information they provide!"

Your overlapping arguments end up being overheard in the next room, where Leola and Michael are standing. She covers her face with her hand and shakes her head back and forth in embarrassment as Michael reassures her it's fine.

This goes on for a while before you exit the room with a victorious smile. Aaravos follows behind you with a disapproving sigh. Yet he still complies

You decide to sit down and talk. Asking (interrogating) Michael about his life, his family, his intentions with his daughter (Aaravos),

Michael was a farm boy from next door. He had been friends with Leola for years, but he was a shy kid and tended to blend in with the group (which explains why you and Aaravos forgot he existed)

after a nice conversation (plus some cryptic threats)(Aaravos), you both come to the decision to allow them to continue dating. But you and Aaravos insisted on meeting this boy's parents.

Leola is honestly so happy that you guys didn't care that he was human. She was just a little peeved that her dad was being overprotective.

By the way, that never stops. He is always going to be overprotective of his little girl. No matter if she is 16 or 9000, he is always gonna be ready to hide a dead body for her, and you are right there with him.

But anyways

Once everything is settled and you guys send Michael home, you both sit down with just leola and talk to her alone, and luckily, everything adds up!

As time goes on, y'all practically just adopt Michael as a son. Who cares if he has parents of his own. He's always at you guys' house anyway 🤣

Even Aaravos starts to like Michael a little bit after he shows an interest in magic and philosophy

Sometimes, when Michael stays for dinner, he and Aaravos will just be full-on geeking about this stuff while you and Leola just chuckle about it

Aaravos will deny warming up to Michael, though. He will still be like, "No, I don't like him." But everyone knows he's lying, and you and Leola laugh at him.

Though if Michael ever hurts Leola ( he wouldn't dream of it. This is just a what-if), he's got you and Aaravos on his ass in a heartbeat.

All he can do is pray and beg for mercy at that point cause running is not an option. There is nowhere he could ever run that you and Aaravos would not find

Nobody ever hears from him again

Ever

But you guys do get a pretty cool coin to add to the collection; alongside that, you guys don't let Leola date after. If she's hurt once, y'all are not letting it happen again.

But other than that, yall are pretty cool about it and don't really care too much human, elf,boy, girl, they, who cares as long as your little girl is happy you guys are happy with her

#tdp #aaravos #tdp aaravos #aaravos the dragon prince #aaravos x reader #the dragon prince #tdp x reader #parent reader #dad aaravos #aaravos tdp #aara-dilf #mom reader #leola the dragon prince #leola tdp #tdp rayla #family #one happy family #Aviradasa writes #Aviradasa 👽🖤

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vampyreelf · 4 months ago

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Motherless

A/N: Need you to know that I had no idea where this would take me, but here it is lol. Italics means they are speaking Sindarin.

Summary: You lost your mother at a young age and a non existent relationship with your father, and Legolas is the only one that ever understood you.

Legolas x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst (let me know if I missed anything else)

AO3 Link

GIF is from my main @ladyalatariel (but i haven't posted yet)

You live in Lothlórien with Lady Galadriel, she knew your mother incredibly well, they were born around the same time, in the years of the trees. But your mother is no longer here, and Galadriel and Celeborn took it upon themselves to raise you. She has died in battle when you were in early infancy, so you don’t remember her, you only know what Galadriel is willing to share with you.

Loneliness is something that you are used to, even with Celeborn and Galadriel treating you as their own, you knew that you weren’t and that broke you in a way. You enjoyed and valued your time alone more than anything else, you were known in Lothlórien for being a recluse, rarely going out to banquets and celebrations.

You were now reading in the library, as you always do when Galadriel came to you with a smile on her face.

“I have a request to make.” She announced touching your hair, ever since you were a child Galadriel loved your hair and playing with it, she was the only elf that could ever touch you anytime she wanted.

“Anything for you, Galadriel.” You closed your book and gave her your full attention.

“I have business to attend to in Rivendell, would you come with me?” You loved Rivendell, you and Arwen were close and she loved to take you there to visit it.

“Of course, I will start preparing for the journey.” Galadriel kissed the top of your head and you left her to go to your room and get ready for the journey.

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When you and Galadriel arrived in Rivendell, Elrond came to greet the two of you. He always had a soft spot for you as well, he was in the same battle that took your mother’s life and Elrond has always felt guilty for not being able to save her, even if he wasn’t anywhere near her.

“It’s an honour to have you here, Lady Galadriel.” He kissed her cheek and smiled, Elrond looked at you. “I didn't know you were coming, sweetheart.” Elrond was nervous, really nervous, that put you on edge and when you looked at Galadriel, she didn't meet your gaze.

“Galadriel asked me to accompany her, is there an issue?” Both elves shared looks and you were apprehensive, neither of them ever hid anything from you.

“We are hosting Thorin’s company, they are keen on reclaiming the kingdom of Erebor.” You had no idea where this was going but you had no idea why the presence of a few dwarves would affect you. “And a halfling.” Your face dropped, you knew exactly what that meant.

“You knew about this, Galadriel?” Your voice is filled with sadness and righteous anger. “You knew he was here and you allowed me to come?” Both of them looked down, not wanting to answer your questions.

“I only knew after leaving Lothlórien, and then not to disturb you, I decided not to announce it. I apologise.” You nodded your head, even though you were still angry, it wasn’t their fault that you had issues with him.

“It’s alright.” They knew that you were still shook up about the news and were only trying to be civil but they were happy about that.

“I’ll take you to your room.” Elrond guided you to the rooms and that’s when the hobbit found the two of you.

“Is that him?” Bilbo frowned, he has never seen you before.

“It is indeed, Mr. Baggins, this is Y/N. She is visiting us from Lothlórien.” He stretched his hand for you to shake, hobbits always seem to be happy and this one was no exception.

“Very nice to meet you.” You studied him for a few seconds, why did they have that you didn't? What attracted him to hobbits so much?

“I heard that you are helping Thorin Oakenshield’s company in reclaiming Erebor.” The halfling nodded his head in excitement. “Interesting.” You left without saying anything, it was weird knowing how much he preferred the company of hobbits than your own.

The next day you were talking to Lindir, he was less than happy with the dwarves in Rivendell and he was more than happy to vent about them with you. That’s when he came in with the halfling, Lindir left and it was only the three of you.

“You’re here.” Gandalf whispered, and Bilbo was confused. “You are your mother reborn.” He slowly came closer to you and touched your cheek, you knew that you should stop it but you didn't and you’re not too sure why.

“I’m sorry, but you two know each other?” You laugh bitterly, all of these unresolved emotions stir within you and it gets you to take a deep breath.

“You didn't tell him?” Gandalf looks down, at least he has the decency to be ashamed. “Your dear friend, Gandalf The Grey is my father.” Bilbo’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw was on the floor, the fact that he didn't tell people about you hurt.

“May we speak in private?” Gandalf spoke out and you nodded, the two of you left Bilbo by himself.

“What do you want to speak about, Gandalf?” Your tone was icy and it wasn’t what he remembered from you, at all.

“When did you stop calling me father?” You laughed bitterly, he had some gall, you gave him that.

“600 years ago, when I last saw you.” His head hung in shame, the truth of it was that he couldn’t bear to look at you, there’s nothing of him in you, only your mother and that hurt him, he couldn’t save her and he blamed himself.

“I apologise, I should’ve been better to you and for you.” Gandalf got closer to you, tears unshed in his eyes. “Would you like to accompany us?” You frowned, for someone that spent most of your life ignoring you, that came out of nowhere. “We should use this time to listen and learn more about each other.” He got closer to you and kissed your forehead, it was weird getting affection from your father after he essentially abandoned you.

“If I say no, I’ll be the unreasonable one and who knows when I’ll ever see you again.” You didn't want to admit that you wanted to spend time with your father, you barely knew anything about how he and your mother met, their love story and things about his life.

“You could never be unreasonable, I was the one that acted irrationally.” Gandalf smiled at you, but you could still see the regret in his eyes, and the guilt as well. “Come, I’ll introduce you to the company.” Your father guided you to where the dwarves were eating, it was a mess and they were loud and boisterous.

“Everybody.” All the dwarves looked at the two of you and it seemed that they weren’t too keen on elves, since they all looked at you with suspicion. “This is Y/N, and she will be accompanying us in this journey to Erebor.” It seemed that he was happy and proud of the fact that you were coming, Bilbo nodded his head and it doesn’t seem that he told everyone that Gandalf is your father

“Why a she-elf is joining us, Gandalf?” One of the dwarves spoke up, you assumed that he was Thorin, the leader of the company, his outburst didn't affect you at all, it was rather cute for you.

“Because I want to.” In his tone, all dwarves could see that there was no room for argument, so he just nodded and everyone made their introductions. They were wary but overall pleasant and they kept asking you many questions.

“How old are you?” Ori asked and you smiled.

“Two thousand years old.” All of them look at you in awe, and you decide that they are really nice dwarves.

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Gandalf told you to leave with the dwarves and hobbit and he would find all of you later, you didn't like this at all but you complied since the dwarves were nice enough company. All of you left Rivendell, and the one you talked to the most was Bilbo, it seemed that Thorin didn't like him at all and most dwarves felt sorry for him but never said anything in defense of the poor halfling.

After getting stuck in the orctown, and losing Bilbo, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t your mother, you were a healer not a warrior, nor a wizard like Gandalf.

“What is an elf doing with this lot of dwarves, eh?” The orc king enquiries, his flesh seemed putrid, even for an orc.

“An elf is forbidden to have friends?” Thorin looked at you with a smirk on his face, despite not being a warrior, you didn't cower under pressure, which impressed the dwarf.

The orc grunted and told another orc to warn Arzog that they had Thorin’s company in their custody. Suddenly Gandalf appeared and was able to help all of you to escape the disgusting orctown. If it wasn’t for him, you had no idea what would’ve happened, but you were still trapped in the orctown and more and more orcs were descending upon all of you, the dwarves and Gandalf made sure to protect you since you couldn’t fight.

All of you were able to escape the mountains and get on daylight which was your best bet since orcs hate the sunlight, all of you left but Bilbo. You were now healing all of the scratches of the dwarves and the aches in their bodies, Thorin finally saw how valuable you were and could help if there was a life threatening injury on any dwarf in his company. Bilbo showed up and it seemed that he and Thorin were finally getting along, which made you happy since you grew quite attached to the hobbit. When Arzog and his army showed up, all of you had to climb the trees, you grabbed Bilbo and put him on your back since he was having issues climbing, you assumed that he had never done this before.

“This is entirely unnecessary.” Bilbo protested being attached to you, but he never made any effort to let go when you were climbing away from danger.

“The words you are looking for is ‘thank you’’, Mr. Baggins.” You teased and he relented and in a hushed tone thanked you for saving his life, you were quite a nimble tree climber, doing it since your earliest memory in Lothlórien, remembering Galadriel watching you with a watchful eye, scared for your safety.

You saw Gandalf calling for the eagle King for help which made you sigh in relief, for the first time in your time spent with your father, his wandering nature made it beneficial since he had many friends and were willing to help as well. When Arzog finally showed up, Thorin moved to fight him, which was quite idiotic in your opinion, but there was nothing you could do to stop him. But that’s when you felt Bilbo and walked toward danger.

“Mr. Baggins, must I remind you that that is not a common foe. What can you do against such a creature?” You pulled him closer to you but he released himself from your grip.

“He is my friend and I will help him.” With his elven dagger, which looked like a sword in his hand, he went towards danger, you looked away, you couldn’t handle seeing him getting killed as well as Thorin.

But in fact they weren’t killed, Thorin was close to death but you knew he still lived but barely. The eagle flew away with you and you could see Thorin being carried, when all of you descended to the ground, you ran towards Thorin, Gandalf already there.

“Help him, please.” You nodded and you spoke the ancient language and Thorin woke up and you sighed relieved.

Now all of you needed to find a place to rest, and Gandalf took you to Beorn’s house, the skinchanger. He explained what he was to the dwarves and how terrifying Beorn could be in his bear form.

“Y/N, you will come with me and Bilbo, a wizard, a half elf and a hobbit is strange but better than a company of dwarves.” Gandalf decided and no one had a different opinion.

“Half elf? What are you then?” Bofur enquired and everyone nodded, they had no idea of your parentage and they were quite intrigued by you, all of them wanted to learn more about you.

“I am half elf from my mother and half Ainur from my father.” You looked at Gandalf, who was deep in shame, you were his only daughter and he allowed himself to abandon you for Galadriel and Celeborn to raise you.

“Ainur?” Bofur looked between you and Gandalf, the dwarf was smarter than most would credit him as. “That means that…” You stopped Bofur, while the other dwarves were still in the dark with everything that was going on.

“We should go speak with Beorn, shall we?” Both Gandalf and Bilbo nodded and the three of you left.

Meeting Beorn was pleasant enough, he took a liking to you, which didn't surprise Gandalf, you were the same image of your mother, considered the most beautiful she-elf, some would say even prettier than Lúthien herself. But now Beorn met all of the dwarves and everything was well, and now all of you needed to go through Mirkwood so you could reach Erebor.

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Now all of you were in the entrance of Mirkwood, the forest looked sick and you didn't like it. Gandalf entered the forest first, you and Bilbo were nearby and some of the dwarves not too far behind, it seemed that someone was speaking with Gandalf, and you knew that look, he was about to leave.

“You are departing, are you not?” He took a deep breath and looked down, that gave you all of the answer you needed, all of the thousand of years of pent up anger bubbled to the surface. “This is the only thing that you can do, isn’t it?” You walked away from the forest and Bombur was releasing the ponies.

“Not my horse, I will get back to Lothlórien today.” Tears were threatening to spill but you are determined not to let them see you vulnerable.

“Y/N…please, there are things that I must attend to, an evil that is taking hold on all of middle earth, Lady Galadriel…” You were sick of this, sick of him, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to think that he would change.

“I don’t care.” You yelled out and everyone looked at you stunned, you didn't even raise your voice once in this journey. “You keep doing this, why did you even invite me here? To abandon me again? You are unbelievable, father.” Sarcasm dripped through the last word and everyone was too stunned to speak.

“Father?” Bilbo spoke up and came closer to you and Gandalf. “Does that mean that…”

“The grey wizard married a she-elf in the first age, she had me but she fell in battle, and the great elf-friend abandoned his daughter in Lothlórien for the Princess of the Ñoldor and the Prince of Doriath to raise the child as their own.” Everyone had their jaws on the floor, that would mean you and Gandalf are father and daughter. “He prefers to spend his time with hobbits and other races rather than his own daughter.” The company looks down, you could drop a pin and it would make a thunderous noise.

“You know that if I could I would stay but you know what is at stake here, bigger things are…” You got closer to him, fury written all over your face.

“More important things, more important than your daughter.” Speaking as a matter of factly, something broke inside you and he knew it. “Go and be where you are needed, but never speak to me again, I won’t ever entertain you again.” With the finality of your words, Gandalf left to his own affairs, you were completely done.

“Y/N, don’t leave us, please.” Bilbo spoke in a soft voice, he knew that you needed to be near others, you couldn’t be alone at a time like this. “I know you want to be in Lothlórien, where it feels safe but we need you as well. We want you here.” The halfling was very perceptive, he knew that is all you wanted, to be wanted somewhere, by someone, all of the dwarves nodded.

“You are the prettiest one here, if you go, who will we admire?” Kili spoke and made all of you laugh, and they loved the fact that you were smiling.

“Come, she-elf.” Thorin spoke and you decided to follow them, going to Lothlórien would only have you fighting with Galadriel and Celeborn, you didn't want that at all, so you followed them.

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Something was clearly wrong, Bombur was in a deep sleep unable to wake up and all of you were walking around in circles, it seems that the Mirkwood forest had no end in sight. Just then the spiders attacked and you didn't remember anything else until Bilbo was able to free you from their trap, just then the woodland elves surrounded all of you and their leader was…

“Legolas.” He looked at you and for a few moments he was frozen, the last time he saw you was 900 years ago, you were always in his thoughts, and he was in yours. “It’s been a long time.” The elf came closer to you, his hands touching your cheek, admiring your beauty.

“You have always managed to take my breath away.” Your company couldn’t understand you, and the other elves moved away from you and Legolas, to give you privacy. “What are you doing in our woods, Y/N? With dwarves no less?” He holds your hand and kisses it, Legolas has always been a romantic and you love him for that.

“I wanted something different, Legolas.” He laughed and instantly dropped the subject, he looked at the dwarves with nothing but disgust.

“We will take you to the castle.” All of their swords were taken away, and you knew what that meant, they were prisoners.

“Legolas, they are not doing anything wrong. We simply wanted to get to our destination in a timely manner.” You didn't want your new friends to be prisoners at all.

“They were trespassing, my love.” He spoke with so much softness with you, Legolas was the only one that made you feel truly loved, and cared for.

“So did I.” You countered and he sighed, he could never argue with you, he would give you the moon if you asked of him.

“Alright, my love.” He looked at the dwarves, if you spoke for them, he would tolerate them. “We will take you to my castle.” It was the only thing he spoke to the company and with that you retreated with Legolas and the dwarves following you, and then you saw Kili speaking with another she-elf, you remembered her name that Legolas mentioned once before, Tauriel, it was clear there was something there.

After getting to the castle halls, Legolas guided you to his rooms, he wanted to speak with you with all the privacy you two needed. Legolas was the only person that you ever made your feelings known about your mother, father and everything else.

“My love, I can see the sadness in your beautiful eyes. Open your heart to me, what has happened?” Legolas touched your hair, his eyes held nothing but concern and adoration for you, as he always had.

“My father, he was the one that convinced me to come on this journey.” Tears went down your cheeks and Legolas wiped them away, he had nothing but empathy on his face, Legolas was the only one that understood your situation. “But then he left, and I gave up on him, I don’t want to hear from Gandalf The Grey ever again.” The elven prince kissed you softly, if he could, Legolas would remove all of your pain if he could.

“He doesn’t deserve to have you as a daughter.” You smiled, he knew exactly what to say to you. “What can I do to make your pain go away?” His earnestness was one of the main reasons why you fell in love with Legolas.

“Explain to me why my father prefers the company of halflings and dwarves over his own daughter, why did he abandon me when I needed him the most? Why is his love for my mother not enough for him to raise her child?” Pouring your whole heart out to Legolas, your most vulnerable feelings laid out bare to him and there is no judgement, no condemnation, only love in his blue orbs.

“I will repeat the words you told me years ago, when I came to you about my father and losing my mother.” Looking down in shame, you knew what he was about to say but somehow it didn't stop the hurting, perhaps that is how Legolas felt when you spoke those words to him. “Your father not being there for you speaks only of his character, not yours. And you know how precious and esteemed you truly are, my love.” You kissed him, it was soft and slow but still full of passion.

Legolas knew what you needed and he was the luckiest elf on Middle Earth that you wanted him, and only him. He loves you with all of his heart, he dreamt of you, in his dreams you were in Valinor, and you sailed to Middle Earth and rescued him, in other dreams he saved you from disgusting goblins and orcs, and you were the beauty that he was unworthy of.

“I need you, Legolas.” You whispered near his soft lips. “Remember the first time we saw each other?” He smiled fondly at the memory, he placed his hand on your shoulder, touching your collarbone. “Being away from you brought me only grief, please stay near me for all of the ages of this world.” You have never been so vulnerable before, if Legolas rejected you, you would die of heartbreak and grief.

“My promise to you now is I shall never depart from you ever again, you are mine as I am yours. You are the light of Middle Earth to me, and I shall follow you anywhere, even the fires of Mordor.” Tears of joy fell down your cheeks, Legolas was everything you ever wanted, more than Gandalf’s attention even. The elven prince wiped the tears off your face, you would never cry out of sadness being with him. He kissed you with everything he had, all of the feelings in one kiss.

Legolas undid the bodice of your dress, he took his time enjoying the suspense of seeing you bare to him, and you were the same, seeing his perfect body in all its glory, you were truly bewitched by him and he by you. After kissing you, Legolas touched your plump lips with his thumb, admiring them, his blue orbs bore into your soul, he could see all of you for what you were, and there was nothing he didn't love about you.

He turned you around and he removed your dress, which pooled around your feet, Legolas got in front of you and knelt, his eyes held so much love it overwhelmed and delighted you at the same time, he grabbed your left leg and your feet went on his knee, he kissed your feet, then your calves, then your knee, then your thigh, then your right thigh, then your right knee, then your right calf, then your right feet.

“Know this.” Lust was evident in his lovely voice. “I shall worship you every time we are together, for you are deserving of nothing less.” Legolas got up and kissed your neck, and your collarbone, he grabbed your hands and guided you to his bed. “Lay down, my love.” You did what he asked, your naked back touched his silk sheets, which were almost as soft as Legolas’ lips on your skin.

“I crave you, Legolas.” He wasn’t teasing you but it felt as if he was, you couldn’t handle being so close and yet so far from him.

He knew very well of your cravings, Legolas suffered the same one in regards to you. The elven prince kisses your collarbone, going down to your breasts, he takes his nipple in your mouth, you moan and your hands go to his golden hair, feeling his braids on the side of his head. Legolas plays with your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, while the other is in his mouth, he groaned being so near you this way and your moans were like music in his ears.

Legolas kisses your stomach down to where you need him the most, you put your legs on his shoulders, arching your back, you were desperate for him, you needed him more than air at this point. He positioned himself and you felt his tongue on your pussy, and you moaned loudly and that spurred Legolas on, he loves your noises. Now he was as if he was starved, he was sucking, biting and tongue fucking you, it was loud, the wet noises travelled around his bedroom and you loved it. You grabbed his hair with all of your strength and Legolas groaned, he loved having his hair pulled by you. The knot on your stomach was increasing and you were breathless and you moaned even louder, the more you felt his tongue on your clit, he moved to your hole and his nose was on your clit and he fucked you with his tongue.

“I’m so close, my love.” You rasped and Legolas picked up his pace, he was determined for you to release on his face. “Legolas.” You chanted his name over and over again and that spurred him on even more, and with his tongue fucking you, you came all over his face and sheets, back arched and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I love you.” Legolas spoke and he kissed you passionately. “And I you.” You responded with a smile, there was nothing else that you wanted than to have him inside you, to be as physically close to him as possible, to solidify your love even more. Your beloved aligns his cock against your pussy and he looks at you, he wanted to make sure you were alright, that you truly wanted this.

“Are you ready, my love?” You nodded with great enthusiasm, and he smiled, he cups your cheek with his hand and he kisses you. Legolas enters you and you moan, his cock was long and thick, and it fills you up deliciously, your moans were loud but so was Legolas’ groans and grunts. His thrusts were slow and passionate, his whole body was moving at a sensual pace, it hit the perfect spot inside you and your legs wrapped around his waist. “You feel divine, my beloved.” He groaned and he grabbed your leg and put it on shoulder and he hit a whole different place inside you which made you scream, Legolas felt himself getting close to his peak as well.

“Oh, Legolas.” You could barely think straight, the only thing on your mind was the pleasure he was giving you, chasing your own release and Legolas’ as well. Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you didn't care, you wanted Legolas as close as physically possible, and he was the same.

“Legolas, I’m close.” You yelled out and his thrusts grew more rapid and stronger, your nails digged into his back and Legolas bites your shoulder, the two of you reached your peak at the same time, trying to catch your breath, the two of you look into each other’s eyes, so much love can be seen without any words being exchanged. “We will have our own family, and love each other for eternity.” Legolas promises and you kiss him, and for the first time in your long life, you feel at peace.

#legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #the hobbit fanfiction #legolas fanfiction

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stormblessed95 · 10 months ago

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Watching Are You Sure?! EP 8 Finale

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips and to @dstdes for providing so many of my linked video clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show, I can't believe it's over!!

JK turning on Korea's top hits on the radio and both their songs playing one after the other. They KNOW they are powerful. I like them seeing/hearing that evidence though first hand 🥰 Jikook can't be separated, even on the radio!*

JK mentioning the Park Jimin summoning spell 😭😂 lmfao I love it

"this is the boyfriend shot" Jimin says THREE TIMES IN A ROW. we get it, he said this is what it looks like to go out on a date with Jungkook. And Jimin is the one who gets to do that 😅😂🥰🥰🥰 goodness. What was that Jimin? Lol honestly though, it was a cute and cozy picture!

Did the head chef just gift them one of everything on the menu?! Lmao they have so much food!!

JK telling Jimin to basically just strip naked because he went to go undo his pants buckle because he was so full but it was already undone was such a wild statement and comment to make?? The fuck? Lmao and Jimin replying with a meme was hysterical. Joking yet blushing. Top notch 😂😂 loved it. Love them. We aren't even 20 minutes into the episode yet And that was so out of pocket 😂🤣

JK being so tickled over teasing Jimin and making him come back to the car to get him 🤣 they are so funny!

Jimin dancing SNTY 😍

Their giggles over the beds?? Lol it has to be because they saw photos originally and saw the staff had separated out the beds to be separate when they originally weren't and then still gave them matching PJs to wear 🤣🤣 idk why they would do that? Lol they aren't strangers to sharing a bed lol

Jungkook teasing Jimin over the scuzzi 😂😂

Jimin putting snowballs on his head while in the hottub lol the way JK watched him. Love 😍

Not rock paper scissors to have to lay down in the snow 🤣 Jimin forcing JK to follow through on the punishment he thought up 🤣🤣🤣 the way Jimin called him baby as JK gave him the biggest puppy eyes trying to get out of having to do it 🥺🥺🥺

Jimin just laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs while JK has his snack. Lmfao the call and response singing they had is so cute and what a song choice! 😂 Jimin saying he likes randomly laying/sprawling/rolling on the floor at home too 😂

Them reacting to episode 1 of AYS was NOT on my bingo called but im so happy about it! The editors joking with them and their interaction with the staff made me so happy too! It was also really funny them admitting to having a hard time editing the show 😂

Their giggles heal something in my soul 🥰

And the way they are sitting so close and kept their feet touching almost the entire time?? 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin's head in JKs lap at some point while watching too. I love them

JK acting a fool in the kitchen while cooking to make Jimin laugh 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin calling JK " Honey" 🥺🥺🥺 he wanted to cheers their glasses, but he called him honey. Cute

Not them teasing each other over their snores and sleeping habits 😂

"Jimin doesn't like it when someone touches his head" JK says, while rubbing his head with Jimin unbothered. Lol Jimin will let that man do ANYTHING to him 😂 and idk if JK was trying to tease Jimin or us by flexing his privilege in our face. Probably both 😂

JK saying driving on smaller roads like this is romantic. Jimin saying "this is romance, this is youth, this is nice" 😭😭😭 fuck they are so cute

JK is flying from Japan to Korea and then basically straight back out to America for his schedule. And he choose to not drink, even though he really wanted to, because he wanted to drive Jimin to the airport, just them instead of depending on the staff to take them. Give them that extra alone time together. And he chose to fly to Korea with Jimin instead of giving himself an easier and more relaxing travel schedule with more rest by staying and flying to America from Japan instead. That is... It's really fucking special and sweet and says so much about how they love each other honestly.

Giving up his last beer of their trip, after being told to relax and not worry about it because he wanted to be the one to drive them, to have that time together, just them and a GoPro they had control over, and spending that extra travel time to be together when it made a much longer and harder few days for him? That's that persistent, dedicated, quiet yet impactful kinda love. Really said a lot without saying anything.

The tradition continues of JK filming their food before ending with a close up shot of Jimins face. love that is a constant here 🥰

"I'll make sure you have a safe journey" "it's an honor" just kill me now omfg 😭🥰😭

JK being salty that Jin didn't dream about him with Jimin in the military since they are going together 😂😂😂😂

Jikook talking about how these trips were some of the happiest moments ever. And the way they were feeling a little melancholy over the trip ending and things changing and losing this constant togetherness time they had to be free .. goodness. Enjoying the cool air while trying to feel better. Ugh, I love them. I love them so much and I love the way they love each other so much.

Talking about how they loved it so much in the ending interviews, how they were the best of times. JK softly rubbing Jimins nape and back in comfort too. I'm tearing up, damn

The way JK is looking at Jimin during that last interview outtakes. My goodness 😍 same way Jimin was looking at JK while he was driving 😍

Them ending the show by having us literally send them off to the military is cruel, omfg. I AM CRYING NOW, DAMN. "A letter from beyond" fuck you too editors 😭

Wrap up Thoughts:

I'm so sad this is over. My God. Minute of silence to mourn.

This was such a sweet and wholesome episode. It had teasing, it had bickering, it had pet names. It was domestic as heck. It was the perfect trip for them to end their "freedom" before military service. I would have loved more conversations about that, but I'm fairly content as it is too.

Again, so many cuts (not complaining, very normal) but my favorite was how Jimin went to go wake JK up and then it cut to them leaving. I hope they enjoyed their time cuddling and relaxing sans cameras and interruption 🥰 (my assumptions I guess, but wouldn't be far fetched)

Letting my delulu out when Jimin said he just lays wherever whenever all the time at home and me thinking about the the members teasing JK about all the random ass mattresses over his house 🤣 it's too keep them comfy no matter where they end up wanting to lay 🤣🤣 (just kidding, sort of lol)

The way Jikook play fight is so equal and cute and funny. They just shove the crap out of each other but never with an intention to hurt or be mean. And they both LOVE IT.

They trust each other, give weight to each other's words and have confidence in the others beliefs and thoughts like no one else. It's such a special bond, and I'm so so glad they opted to share this with us. I truly am so grateful. And grateful for y'all letting me share all my musings with you too. 💜

And we have to end this post with the way that Jikook were spotted in Sapporo driving in the car, Jimin being the passenger princess he was, alone with their GoPro's and giving major flirty energy. And the way the show just proved OP right too. Genuinely Jikook are so special and wonderful and amazing and I love them so much. And when they got home from this trip, the group live they did shortly after? They were sooooo touchy and snuggly!

Hope everyone is excited for the photobook and behinds as well. I unfortunately am horribly sad because I'm broke AF and cannot afford to buy it in my budget at the moment, but hopefully ARMYs will upload all the photos and upload the behinds for everyone too. I will share links if I find them.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook are you sure #jikook travel show #jikook in sapporo #jikook in 2023 #jikook in japan

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journen · 1 year ago

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do you have a list of good CoD fanfics, or favorite writers in general?? <3

Presented in no particular order, here are some of my personal faves / fics I really enjoyed, and my own summaries for them. Hopefully you enjoy, thanks for the ask, anon!!!

I didn't tag all the authors because I'm not sure if they all have tumblrs, but also I'm shy tagging people ahjdfhkaheje. If any authors here are mentioned tho and you have a tumblr, feel free to lmk and I can update this post to include your tag!!:)

Anything rated mature I colour coded the name in red, and anything explicit green. Not all the mature fics feature smut, but yeah! I didn't want to link anything tooooo explicit here, but if anyone wants any, I can definitely rb this post to add a few more 😅

Also, just beware the tags on any of these fics because some feature kind of heavy subject matter. 👍

COF FIC REC LIST:

A Very MacTavish Christmas - @m3rrywe4ther

Prob my fav fic in the fandom lololol. HUGE RECCOMMEND. It's about Johnny who gets roped into spending the holiday Christmas season with his , for the most part, very not so nice family, and Simon accompanies him. So much stuff happens in this fic and it's such a great character exploration of Simon and Johnny independently, but also as a couple, and just so much stuff happens in it lol again, HUGE RECOMMEND!!!

We'll make Death Proud to Take us - Literal_Satan

Fic where, it starts off really sweet where Simon goes to Scotland with Johnny to spend Christmas with him and his family, but things take a drastic turn when Soap's brother, a police officer/detective, gets a little too curious about mysterious Simon, and the story spirals from there. All the guys end up on this crazy goose chase tracking down some of the people who were involved in Roba's brainwashing operations. The fic gets v dark at times and deals with some very heavy trauma so beware, but it's SO. GOOD.

Dream a Little Dream - Angelicasdean

Again, one of my total fav fics in the fandom!! AU where Simon leaves the army to raise his nephew Joseph, who's the sole survivor of the Riley family massacre, and Johnny is one of the daycare teachers at the daycare where Simon takes Jo 🥺🥺👍👍

Pretend to love me like I do - FetteEule

Really cute fic of Simon who accompanied Johnny to Scotland for his sister's wedding, under the ruse they are dating. They are v much pining but not there yet. Features lots of really cute domestic moments and Simon being really sweet to Johnny's kid nephew 😭🧡

Something important - Anonymous

One of the fics that has me totally brainrotted rn. It's about Simon's who's been de-aged to 6 years old, and Price, Gaz and Soap all taking care of him and trying to figure out how he got turned, and how to turn him back! They all get tested on their abilities to care for a child, and unwillingly learn a lot of details about Simon's childhood they never knew. This summary doesn't do it justice tho, so I'd just recommend checking it out! Beware tho again, there is some dark childhood trauma stuff but there are warnings at the start of each chapter that contains references to it.

Seasons - StinglessWasp

In this fic every chapter is set during a different season and tells a unique sort of story/mission/interaction Soap and Ghost have. Definitely some v good angst&hurt/comfort stuffs too. Starts off pre-relationship, and explores their characters a lot! It's just really good HUGE reccommend lol.

What the Eyes Don't see - WhiplashRogue

One of my FAVESSSS! So the premise is like, Soap can actually see ghosts ever since he was a child (which most other people can't see and also don't believe in), and Ghost has 2 spirits attached to him that follow him around(Joseph, and Roach). The fic starts off pre relationship, and it mostly about Soap trying to learn more about these two spirits and discovering more about Ghost's past.

All that's said in the Low Light - Headlocket

Probably one of the most emotional I've ever read LMFAO. It's about Johnny, who receives a back & knee injury bad enough he gets discharged from the army, and is back in Scotland living with his parents as he recovers. He and Ghost lost contact a bit since the accident, and it's sort of a story of them reconnecting. This description doesn't do it justice, just read it, but it will emotionally destroy you lol

Time Loops Suck (series) - Enter_fand0m_reference00

The first installment of the fic takes the idea that Soap is stuck in a time loop during the alone mission! And all the optional dialogues and interactions in thE alone mission are separate attempts of his trying to survive the loops and rendez vous with Ghost. It's just sooo good!! And then there's a follow up fic where it deals with the mental aftermath of the loops and Ghost comforting soap through it, then there's 2 other installments of Simon who instead goes through a time loop! They are such great character explorations in how both Soap and Ghost experience the loops, and I whooleee heartedly reccommend.

Yellow Card - SkerryB

Soccer au fic!! It's so good! Simon is the captain of a soccer team Soap is drafted to as their new goalie. Simon has had a history with Soap before though, that he was the only goalie Simon could never score on! So that's how it starts, and it's just so good from there!! Simon's family are also alive in the fic and his nephew is adorable.

You swept me off my feet - @ghoulishhone

Ghost is down bad for strong Soap, the fic xD This was a fic Ghoulishone and I were paired together to work on for the Ghostsoap server reverse bang! They wrote the fic and I made some accompanying art. Just a cute fic of Soap having to pick up Ghost after he gets injured and some other shenanigans that ensues:)

Dear Mr Ghost - @shortcuts-make-long-delays

SUCH A CUTE FIC!! The majority of the fic is these letter/pen pal exchanges between Ghost, and Soap's young niece Chloe...it's just. So. Good. And was written by a friend of mine too! BIG RECCOMMEND.

Give me Hope and Let me Down - MechanicalBones

Some of the best Ghost whump I read lolll. Ghost is captured by some people with ties to Roba and tortured. Meanwhile Soap is on his way to rescue him, and eventually he does, and there's a lot of hurt and comfort. It's also a getting together fic. 🥺

Unspoken Love - Hammy101

( Super amazing oneshot. I feel I can't do this fic justice with any summary. Just read it. 🥺 It has decent Ghost whump AND domestic off duty cute ghost soap angsty stuff it's just one of my faves ever!!!!)

Except You, You can Stay - Iravaid

Really realistic, believable portrayal and expansion upon a lot of the key events that happen in the Ghost comics. From his childhood, to the mental aftermath of Roba, his family dying...it's heavy but really really good. And has a happier hopeful ending that's Ghost/Soap 🥺

Hat Trick of the Heart and the sequel Family, Gotta Love em - Librarian_FanFicFan

Absolutely am obsessed with these fics!!! It's an AU about Ghost who is recently discharged from the military due to injury, and on a flight back to London where he is seated next to Soap, a famous footballer/soccer player. Ghost doesn't know who he is tho, but they hit it off and exchange numbers. The second installment features Simon's family!!! And Tommy being dramatic and shocked over the fact his brother got the number of this famous sports player... SUPER CUTE IF YOU LIKE RILEY FAMILY STUFF.

As for my fav CoD authors I wholeheartedly recommend anything by:

RedClegane, m3rrywe4ther, Hammy101, TheEdwardianOne, Iravaid, and so many authors but I can't list them all ahaha...but hopefully this is a good start!

Hopefully this helps anon! Sorry it took me a while.

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final-boy-creel · 2 months ago

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hi so um, i am a little bit nervous to do this, but i think i can not stay in this fandom because of the way some people are behaving and i want to warn people about it… in the first day i made this account, 2 different people messaged me to warn me about a user named henrysglock and his friends and told me that they were doing bad things and that they are bad people

i am going to school for journalism next year and i am not new to fandom drama and callouts (and also i am a little bit nosy lol) so of course i wanted to do my own research, especially today when the internet is so full of lies and popularity contests and ai and fake news. so i looked on henrysglock’s page to read his posts and see what he was saying and i could not find any of the obvious proof that these people were talking about

i looked and looked, and they were sending me screenshots that a lot of the time looked like they were misinterpreting what was being said, or ignoring other posts that i saw where henrysglock said publicly that he did not like the things people were accusing him of liking. if you have not heard, these people were trying to convince me that henrysglock was a rape apologist and a pedophile because he talks about how henry and brenner have a weird dynamic in stranger things, and they also do not like that he talks about the weird things patty newby does in tfs

henrysglock talks a lot about analysis of stranger things and the show has always had a lot of sexual assault coding and sexual innuendos and stuff like that especially with stuff like the lab and henry in particular. all the way back in season 1 they were doing and saying things in the show that implied sexual things were happening to eleven in the lab (i think almost everyone who has seen stranger things has been shown the 3-legged brenner/papa drawing that was on eleven’s wall), and will was literally raped by the upside down and then the mind flayer in season 2, and henry as an orderly in season 4 has his long monologue about conformity and it is heavily implied that he was used to create the other lab children, some of them when he was still a teenager, which i don’t think i need to explain what that implies. however, that is all metaphors and symbolism. the sexual stuff did not actually happen, but implying it makes it easy to send the message that the lab is bad and dangerous for the people in it. it is about taking away their autonomy and being in control of them

the people who messaged me seemed to think that henrysglock talking about this stuff from the show meant he is supporting it, but he is just not shying away from talking about the gross things that the writers put into the show because it makes the show more interesting. i really enjoy how much the series uses subtext so i like that henrysglock is talking about it. a lot of the time when henrysglock talks about this stuff, he says how much he dislikes it or how uncomfortable it makes him. it makes me uncomfortable too, but it is still interesting to talk about. i do not like sanitizing my discussions about a messy show just because some people want to ignore it, and henrysglock seems to have that same idea

so all of these people are telling me these things about henrysglock, but i am not seeing any of it, so i messaged henrysglock myself to ask him what was going on and if he had more information (or if he would say something that would prove these people and their warnings right and i just could not find anything publicly). he was very nice and apologized that i was being bothered because of him, and he sent me links and screenshots of some old and new interactions with people who ended up being some of the people who were messaging me. i did not say anyone’s names (i will post screenshots for proof) henrysglock brought these people up by himself, and showed me that they were acting really really weird and obsessed with him and (in my opinion) deliberately misinterpreting the things he was saying on his page. he told me that this warning thing has happened to some of his other mutuals too so he was able to easily figure out who it was who was messaging me, even though i never confirmed it

to me, it feels like these people want to have a reason to dislike henrysglock that is more than just a difference in opinion. and they want to make him seem like a bad person so other people do not talk to him and instead become friends with their group. but that means that they are lying about henrysglock and his friends and blowing things way out of proportion, in my opinion, and tricking people into thinking they are right when they are not

i originally was not going to say anything publicly, because a couple people asked me not to, and i want to respect that, but i have learned some concerning things about at least one of the people who messaged me and i feel like i have to say something so that other people can draw their own conclusions and maybe try looking into these stories themselves instead of just blindly believing what they are told by someone else or being unfairly tricked

i was already confused because all of the “proof” i was being shown did not clearly say that henrysglock was any of the bad things they said, but they would not listen to me when i said it could be interpreted other ways or pointed out when he contradicted their idea of him. they kept trying to convince me that henrysglock was actually bad and kept trying to send me more proof, but it was all the same stuff that had other logical explanations

and then i was sent fake screenshots claiming to be private discord conversations from henrysglock and his friends. the person who sent them to me did not know they were fake though. i am not going to say who this person is because they seemed genuinely upset when i pointed out that they were fake, but that is what really made me start to wonder if everything being said was a big lie, and it made me suspicious of the people who were messaging me. misinterpreting what is being said is one thing, but these people were making up outright lies and fabricating evidence to act as “proof” for their drama, or at least spreading it around without actually looking at it closely first to make sure it was real

here are screenshots of my messages with this person and the fake screenshots they sent me. they contain transphobic messages claiming to have been sent by henrysglock and then is friend aemiron

i use discord a lot to talk to my friends, and as soon as i saw these, i thought that they looked sort of weird. i studied them and really tried to debunk if they were fake by opening my discord and comparing the layout. some of the formatting is a little bit weird to the naked eye, but there is obvious evidence that they are fake when you look at the text size of each message. in the same screenshot there are multiple different text sizes, like some messages are smaller than others. you can change text size in discord, but it does not make sense to do that in this context. also, henrysglock and his friends have posted screenshots of their discord chats publicly, and none of them ever looked like these. you can go on henrysglock’s page and look at them for yourself if you want, but here are links to some of his posts X X

they always have colors for their names, even in their really old messages, or they use fun fonts or silly nicknames. none of them have also ever used those icons

if that is not convincing though, just look at the messages in the second screenshot of discord. all of the messages are from july 2024, and then suddenly the last one is from january 2024. so unless time travel is real, then someone messed up when they were trying to frame henrysglock for being a bad person

and if you want even more proof, i told henrysglock about these, because it is obviously concerning and kind of scary that someone would spend the time doing this, and he is trans and even also uses neopronouns. i got his permission to share these because he has also posted them publicly on his tumblr. he also sent me a screenshot from one of his private chats with friends where he explained why he removed the neopronouns from his blog description, and then he still got picked on anyway

i was not going to name names, or even post anything publicly, but then the one really concerning person started to get kind of aggressive with me in our messages, started telling me outright lies and half truths, and then started making public posts about some of the situation. that person is elliot newbycomics who used to go by another username, i think elijbclawz like his instagram. i told him about the fake screenshots and he said he had never seen them before. however, it does not make sense for his friend to tell me his name unless it was true, or unless they are having a fight or something. the person who sent me the screenshots mentioned elliot by name before they even sent me the screenshots, so either elliot did actually send them, or this person is throwing elliot under the bus for no reason at all. i think we can agree that the latter does not make a lot of sense, and it is at least enough to make me suspicious of elliot and what else he might be lying about or who he is lying to. even if he did not make the screenshots, he may have been sending them around, which means he was still spreading outright lies about henrysglock

i will post some of my messages with elliot below, but i will explain it from the beginning first

i made my account on here last friday night (may 23) because i was tired of a lot of the drama i was seeing on instagram and tiktok in the stranger things fandom and i wanted to talk about tfs because i saw it as my high school graduation gift and loved it! when i woke up the next morning, i had messages from 3 people. one was the person who sent me the screenshots, who was very nice and just wanted to welcome me to the fandom and talk about tfs. the other 2 was another person and elliot

both of these people said they just wanted to warn me about henrysglock so i would not have to see the bad things he was posting. the first person was at least considerate enough to ask me first if i wanted to hear about it, but elliot immediately began talking about things without checking if i was prepared for it, which was fine in the end, but what if it had really upset me? and like i said, i decided to go looking on my own for the proof of what he was saying, and i did not find anything, so i said this to him because i was really confused about what he was saying

i told elliot i was a little confused and asked some more questions and said i thought maybe he was misinterpreting things and explained what they looked like to me, and then he replied with some more stuff but no actual proof or screenshots of any posts, just talking a lot about henry being 14 and brenner being 31 in tfs but ignoring where i said that henrysglock made them both adults and also henry is a 35ish year old adult in the show

i will admit that when i replied the second time it was really long and rambley because i was very confused and felt like i was being lied to by the other person i was talking to. they told me that there was rape in henrysglocks henry and brenner fic on ao3, but i read it and that is not true at all. they are adults the entire time, they do not meet until henry is over 21, and it is a modern au where the lab does not exist and brenner is just a regular psychologist, and everything is consensual the whole time. i am fine with people not liking henry and brenner as a couple (i do not really like it either), but i am not fine with people lying and saying henrysglock is a pedophile and rape apologist and abuse apologist when he never supports those things and has no evidence of ever talking about it like it is good or okay

if you read any of henrysglock's analysis posts, or even just his really long one on ao3 here X he says many times that he does not like what is going on between henry and brenner. just because he is talking about it, it does not automatically mean he thinks it is good like these people were trying to tell me

so i sent elliot my long messages, including mentioning the fake screenshots, how other people were making me uncomfortable, and that i was really confused because it felt like i was being lied to, but i did not want to break my promise and talk about it publicly, but he was the only other person who had messaged me so i thought it would be safe to talk to him and he would help clear things up. but when he replied, it felt like he did not read my messages at all. he didn’t acknowledge anything except for saying that he would find more evidence of henrysglock saying bad things. i had to ask him again about the screenshots and he said “what screenshots” like i hadn’t just sent a whole message about them, which i thought was really rude and disrespectful when he had started this conversation with me and dragged me into the drama

he said he had never seen them, which i would have accepted, because it would still mean that someone out there was lying about henrysglock, and i was ready to move on from elliot or try asking the other person again if they were sure they got the screenshots from elliot (they could not show me proof because they said that elliot deleted the messages with the screenshots, which is suspicious in my opinion as well), but then elliot said some things that did not make sense or that were untrue. he said that he had never talked to henrysglock on discord, but that is not what i said. i said that he had allegedly had screenshots of henrysglock’s private chats and he would not even need discord in order to get them. he then said that he doesn’t even use discord, but later i learned this was not entirely true. i decided to look at his instagram because maybe i could join the smaller tfs fandom there because he said they were all cool on there unlike my experience with the whole stranger things fandom. and so when i was looking at his account, i saw some posts from him that showed screenshots of him in discord from may

i was confused and upset and asked why he lied to me, and he said that he technically did have a discord but just did not use it very much. but in his initial message he implied that he did not use discord at all, so i told him it was suspicious that he did not say that clearly the first time, and he seemed surprised why i would think that is suspicious, even though it is obvious, especially on top of all the other exaggerations and lies. it felt like he was just trying to backpedal and act like he was the victim

when i said that this behavior was weird and scary, he became condescending to me and asked why i was scared because it was “just people on the internet” but if it was just people on the internet then why was he trying so hard to convince me that henrysglock was a bad person? he is contradicting himself and it is suspicious and it makes me not trust that he is being truthful or actually kind

he also said many times that this was just a warning and i can do whatever i want with the information, but he kept trying to convince me really hard that henrysglock was a bad person and kept saying he would get more posts when he could have just moved on himself. he became very annoyed that i kept asking questions and that i had turned it into a “debate” when all i was doing was trying to understand and figure out what was really going on and why he did not like henrysglock because i could not find anything he was talking about and he just kept saying the same things over and over that were lies or exaggerations, so of course he did not convince me

i also just started to get really worried about henrysglock and his friends, because i saw on henrysglock’s page that one of his mutuals deleted their account because they kept getting harassed by people in this group who hates henrysglock and i was mutuals with her too so i came back to her account deleted and learned what happened. that made me really upset and so i wanted to try and get elliot to see where i was coming from and try to see my point of view, but he is very stubborn and does not want to listen to any evidence or other opinions

elliot then sent me screenshots of one of henrysglock’s other fan fictions, i think trying to claim it was a sexual scene between henry and brenner when henry was 12. but i read that fic too, and it is a canon divergent fic about mr clarke and henry and that scene was specifically a negative flashback to henry’s time in the lab when he was 12. the fic is very much like canon just if henry had escaped when he was a teenager and this flashback scene is almost exactly like the flashbacks eleven has of the lab when she is being dragged away by guards and yelling papa over her shoulder before getting punished, and it is very similar to the way brenner cradles eleven’s face in his hands in a way that is very uncomfortable. i guess elliot was trying to say that henrysglock’s fic was romanticizing it or something but it is literally just like a scene from the actual show, so i did not see the problem with it, and i did not appreciate elliot trying to twist the truth to fit his incorrect idea

when i said this to him he got a little bit snippy with me and asked why i was so adamant about defending henrysglock, but i do not think i have to keep explaining that i don’t like people who lie and slander people for made up reasons. he then said that he did not want to talk about it anymore and i can do whatever i want with this information, but to please stop messaging him because he said i made him uncomfortable by “stalking” his instagram, which i explained to him was not what i was doing like i explained earlier above. it is especially funny that he said i was stalking his page when henrysglock showed me evidence of elliot block evading or getting his friends to block evade for him to take screenshots of henrysglock’s posts and post them on his own account X. elliot is clearly projecting, but i did not say that to him. i said i was sorry and that i was just still confused but i would leave him alone if that is what he wanted. i even unfollowed him so i would not interact with him at all and make him uncomfortable

then a little bit later he messaged me again asking why i thought it was okay to ship henry and brenner. i replied that i already answered that in our conversation and i was not going to get into it again because he had asked me to stop talking to him and i wanted to respect that. he then said that he was going to interpret that as me shipping them and sarcastically said thanks. i then sent him a screenshot of the very first reply i sent him where i said i do not like brenner ships and that now i was going to block him because i do not like that he is lying and making things up about me too and not listening to what i am saying, and i blocked him

this behavior was very weird and unsavory and mean, in my opinion. this elliot person does not seem like a good person and i think that people need to be careful when interacting with him. he seems very entitled i think because he is a somewhat popular account and gets upset when people do not agree with him completely, even if he says he does not care. so if he is going around warning people about henrysglock and making up lies, then i think i am allowed to make a post warning people who already know him and new fans to maybe be careful and think about the things he has said critically and do research yourself, because again and again he has been lying to me, trying to trick me, and misinterpreting things and refusing to see any other argument than his own

now i also want to talk about that other person who i mentioned. this person i am a little hesitant to say the name of, but they seem like they are not a nice person and they are spreading a lot of negative things about henrysglock as well that are wrong, and based on my research, i think they were the first person to start looking at henrysglock’s fan fiction to try and tear him down. that is imanopossum

they messaged me first just asking if i was aware of henrysglock and if i wanted to know about what he has said and done. they then said a lot of stuff that was similar to elliot, so i did not really believe it/i was confused why they were making it such a big deal, and i tried discussing that with them. we then talked about tfs for a little while where they told me that things were different in their viewing of it (patty did not push henry down in the stage accident scene, henry apparently agreed to kiss her in the school play rehearsal, etc.) which was confusing to me because when i saw it, henry seemed uncomfortable during that scene and patty was definitely scared of him at the end of the play, and henrysglock has posted screenshots and videos of the west end show where both of those things happen too. they did not really have a response for me when i said that broadway and west end both had these elements

this was a red flag to me because it felt like they were not willing to see another point of view without arguing. i told them that this feels like it is up to different interpretations and decided to move on, because while i thought that patty’s behavior was weird sometimes, others might not, and that is kind of the whole point of why she was written that way. they seemed to appreciate that i said that, but i thought it was interesting that i had to say it first and they just kept trying to argue with me until i ended it

so then i talked to henrysglock, like i said, and he told me about some interactions with this person that he had in the past. the main one is these posts here X X X but i could not find the original posts involved by imanopossum because i think they might have deleted them, which is a little bit suspicious and concerning like they are trying to make it seem like henrysglock bothered them out of nowhere. especially too because when it started, henrysglock blocked imanopossum so that he would not have to talk to them, and imanopossum decided to mock him for it instead of being a mature person and moving on. imanopossum then went out of their way to read a fic they knew they would not like and then posted a critique about it, only to get upset when henrysglock rightfully posted a response to it once he was made aware of it

imanopossum grossly misunderstood henrysglock’s fic and has decided to spread lies about it. they were the one who started saying that it was a rape fic with henry as a child, but that is not true. like i said before, the fic is a modern au where they both meet as adults and henry is over 21 and brenner is in his 30s, and it is fully consensual the whole time and the lab doesn’t exist and brenner is a normal guy

imanopossum also claimed that the fic was transphobic because henrysglock was allegedly fetishizing being trans and using it for the kink involved in the fic. henrysglock is trans himself, like i said before, and i am also trans, and i did not see any issue with the way he wrote the fic. it felt very real and it was not fetishy at all. is it so bad that a trans person think they are attractive in being trans? do you think being trans is so gross that no one is allowed to think it is an attractive trait? because that is what it sounds like to me

they also said a really weird thing about the sex being “physically heterosexual” which is… a crazy thing to say to a trans person about a trans guy having sex with another man. and apparently they did not see anything wrong with saying that, so i don’t know. it made me really uncomfortable to know that this person thinks that way about trans people and thinks that making henry trans was a random decision for no reason. when i read the fic, it was very obvious to me that henry being trans was the replacement for his powers. for this au, instead of having powers, being trans is what made him different and an outcast. it was a very easy to understand swap, so i do not get why imanopossum had such an issue with it. it makes me think they are being purposefully obtuse and stubborn because they do not want to just admit that they are wrong and move on

it was also especially weird when they said that henrysglock should just write a henry and patty fic instead of a brenner and henry fic if he is going to make it “physically heterosexual” anyway… are you asking henrysglock to write porn of henry and patty when the only interactions they have had together is when they are 14 years old? i think that is actually what is weird in this situation

a lot of my interactions with these people has made me feel like these are people who either have not seen the actual tv show stranger things, or do not care about it as much, and think that tfs is the only thing that matters and is the true canon story. the creators have said that tfs is canon, but you have to be deliberately ignoring all of the wrong details in order to think this is how everything actually went for henry. when i saw tfs, especially after the end when we see eleven in the lab, it made me wonder if something like nina in season 4 was happening. maybe not exactly that, but it being a vision or something because of how it does not actually match up with the original show in a lot of ways. but i know the writers are good writers and they are not just mistakes because they are way too obvious if you just pay attention. louis mccartney said himself that there are weird things happening in tfs and said we just have to think about it a little bit and it will make sense

the tv show was here first, and it is the more important part of the story, and when henrysglock talks about brenner and henry in any sort of adult way, they are always their adult versions played by jamie campbell bower and matthew modine. and if anyone tells me that he actually talks about it with tfs henry and brenner, i would like to reiterate what i said before about how a lot of the time that is just talking about analysis and what is actually in the show and how stranger things is full of a lot of sexual stuff and metaphors, and also making jokes about it is an easy way to make a hard conversation more easy

i personally can see where these people are getting these ideas about henrysglock, but they have wildly exaggerated them until they are entirely untrue statements. they are allowed to not like what henrysglock is doing and they do not have to agree with it, but that does not give them a pass to harass people and accuse them of really serious things while they are entirely untrue if you just think about it for a little bit

i am also just concerned about these people’s decision to message me about this. i just think that is a weird thing to do and i find it really weird that they have been doing it to other people too. also that i and other people have gotten anonymous messages in our inboxes about it as well, which is just cowardly and embarrassing in my opinion. if you are going to slander people, at least say it with your account attached

elliot was very upset that it turned into a big thing with me, but it could have been avoided if he had just left me alone and let me make my own decisions. same with the other people who messaged me. it is really unnecessary and it made this time joining the fandom needlessly stressful and annoying and frustrating. i understand why they feel like they want to do it, and i appreciate it to a degree, but it is only good if the person they are warning about is actually a bad person, and in hindsight it just comes off as a little bit patronizing like they think i am a stupid kid who can’t think critically and make my own decisions and come to my own conclusions

they are being manipulative, controlling, and threatening even if they say they are not. it is very clear to me that even if they say they are letting you do whatever you want with their information, they or people associated with them will harass you until you delete your account and leave the website. and it affects henrysglock and his friends as well because they don’t want people to get harassed because of them. and all of that feels like it is an abuse tactic called triangulation where someone brings in a third person to strengthen their argument and make it a two against one fight against the other person. it is cruel and unfair and the lies just make it worse

i’m getting a little bit dramatic because this is making me so frustrated. as someone who wants to be a journalist, i find it disgraceful that people are spreading lies like this because someone does not like their ship and instead ships something else. do you not feel ashamed and embarrassed for making such a big deal out of fictional ships? you are going out of your way to tell lies to other people in order to push your narrative when you should just be blocking henrysglock and his friends and pretending they do not exist

i do not want to be in the fandom on here if there are going to be people playing popularity contests like children and lying in order to make themselves look good. you are not righteous, you are bullies, and you should be ashamed

i want to warn anyone who is friends with elliot or imanoppossum or anyone in their group to be careful of everyone there, because it seems the whole group is based on lies and negativity instead of fandom and collaboration. all i wanted to do was talk about the show, but all these people want to talk about is the other people in the fandom who they hate, which is embarrassing for them

this is going to be my last post and then i am going to abandon this account. i am not going to delete it because i might want to come back for season 5 if all of these weird people are gone or promise to stop bothering everyone with their lies and tricks. i will not log back into this account, so if you send me a message i will not see it until i maybe log back in the future

if anyone is willing to listen, i think you should read some of henrysglock’s analysis posts about the show, especially that really big one on his ao3 i linked earlier but i will put it here again X because it is really good and interesting. if you are afraid he is going to be mean to patty, he’s not, he is very nice to her. if you think he is going to be only nice to brenner, he is not, he is very critical of him. because of everything that i was being told about him, i was a little bit nervous going into reading such a big analysis like that, but he was much nicer than i was led to believe. i think a lot of people have just been scared out of talking about the deeper meaning of the show, and it is worth it to think for yourself and make your own decisions instead of blindly believing what other people tell you

thank you to the people who were nice to me, i am sorry i could not stay longer to get to know you better and talk about my favorite tv show with you

goodbye and have a good day

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