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dakusan · 15 hours ago

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Han Jisung x Reader | starved quokka energy, tongue-drunk worship, and begging to pay your bills while still inside you

🔞 synopsis: you show up to his concert looking way too cute in vip—short skirt, quokka badges, cheering like he’s the only man in the arena. jisung spends the whole show staring at you, and by the time you’re backstage, he’s already wrecked. hotel room. slammed door. desperate, needy kisses. he eats you out like a man starved, whining into your skin when you cum on his tongue, then fucks you stupid—messy, cock-drunk, and babbling about making you his sugar baby so you can follow him to every show. slutty, needy, full of praise, whiny post-concert boyfriend energy.

💌a/n: I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM, Y’ALL. I LITERALLY HAD TO. delulu as FUCK, bro. WHAT EVEN. aaaahhh welcome to slutty sunday lmfaoooo. this was SUPPOSED to be something soft but my brain went concert-high feral and now here we are. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE. p.s. REBLOG THIS. YELL IN THE TAGS. liveblog your mental breakdown in my notes. p.p.s. i wanna see “this ruined me” and “daku what the hell” comments, okay? i thrive off your chaos. p.p.p.s. i tried to edit that mini vlog i made after the concert but i failed miserably. couldn’t even export it, it was too big :((( SORRY ABOUT THAT. no daku unmasked yet

⚠️warnings: NSFW | 18+ ONLY — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | public teasing (concert VIP vibes) → filthy backstage tension | desperate, needy, post-concert boyfriend energy | oral (f!receiving, he’s feral about it) | overstimulation (multiple orgasms, cock-drunk + tongue-drunk reader) | begging, praise, possessive talk | whiny, needy Jisung | creampie, breeding (wrap it up sluts) | grinding his cum deeper (slow overstim round while he’s still inside) | slight manhandling (holding your thighs open, pinning you against the door) | messy, sloppy kisses, sweat, marks | ridiculous sugar-daddy talk at the end (romantic, funny)

📌 Hydrate, sluts. Breathe. Maybe sit on a towel. Slutty Sunday gets messy.

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

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The energy in the arena is electric, thousands of lightsticks glowing like stars—but his eyes? His eyes are only ever on you.

You’re seated just close enough to the stage that he can pick you out instantly, your little VIP badge glinting under the lights. And god, you dressed up for him.

The layered white skirt swishes every time you bounce along to the beat, boots catching the stage lights when you jump. That cropped top clings just right, and the little bow at your chest is enough to make his throat go dry. But it’s the SKZOO details that kill him—the quokka plush clipped to your bag, the badges pinned to your skirt. His quokka. His girl.

Jisung’s supposed to be rapping, supposed to be hyping up the crowd, but when his verse in TOPLINE hits, he can’t help it—he points straight in your direction, smirking so wide the cameras catch it. The fans scream, but he’s looking at you.

During Super Bowl, he catches your eye again, that stupidly cocky grin spreading across his face when you mouth the lyrics back at him. He bites his lip, because of course you know every word, and you’re looking at him like he hung the moon.

By the time the ending ment rolls around, he’s barely hiding how wrecked you’ve made him. He waves to the crowd, grinning ear to ear, but when his eyes land on you again, his smile softens. He even gives you a tiny, secret wink—quick enough no one else notices.

The concert ends in a blur of fireworks and cheers, but backstage? It’s chaos.

The boys stumble in, still glowing with leftover stage adrenaline, shirts sticking to their skin, breaths coming in sharp pants. Staff members are everywhere—handing out towels, bottles of water, yelling directions—but the boys are too hyped to care.

Jisung is among the last to come in, his hair plastered to his forehead, grin stretched wide, veins standing out on his arms from gripping the mic all night. He’s bouncing on his heels like he’s still on stage, laughing as Felix throws an arm around his shoulders.

“Bro, you were insane tonight,” Felix pants, handing him a towel. “The crowd was crazy for you.”

“One person was crazy for him,” Changbin cuts in with a smirk, slapping Jisung’s back hard enough to make him stumble. “Couldn’t take your eyes off her, huh?”

Jisung freezes mid-sip of his water bottle, coughing as he chokes. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Hyunjin teases, leaning against the wall with that infuriatingly knowing smirk. “You were locked in. Didn’t even bother looking anywhere else. Fans are gonna make edit compilations of how many times you stared in the same direction.”

“Front row VIP, white skirt, SKZOO quokka on the bag,” Seungmin lists casually while toweling off his neck, not even looking up from his phone. “You’re so obvious.”

“SEUNGMIN, SHUT UP,” Jisung groans, tossing his towel at him, but his ears are bright red.

Meanwhile, Jeongin is laughing so hard he’s doubled over. “Hyung, you literally pointed at her during TOPLINE. Like, not the crowd. HER. The fans behind her thought you were pointing at them, but—nah, you wanted her to know.”

“...I was just performing,” Jisung mutters weakly, but his grin gives him away.

Minho, who’s been silently sipping his water this whole time, finally speaks, deadpan: “Performing? Is that what you call biting your lip and winking at her three times?”

“THREE TIMES?!” Felix bursts out laughing. “Bro, you’re done for.”

Jisung groans into his hands, face flaming, but then his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen—and suddenly, the cocky grin is back.

“...She texted me.”

“ALREADY?!” Hyunjin yells, half laughing, half scandalized.

Changbin throws a towel at him again. “Fine, go ahead. But don’t keep us up all night—our rooms share walls, and you’re loud.”

“Shut up,” Jisung fires back, but the way he’s already tucking his phone away and jogging toward the dressing room screams one thing: he’s about to make good on all those stage promises.

The arena is still echoing with cheers as you’re led through the maze of hallways by a staff member, your lightstick still in your hand, SKZOO quokka plush swaying from your bag. You can still hear the muffled voices of fans outside, but in here? It’s quieter—just distant chatter, footsteps, and the low hum of post-concert exhaustion.

One of the staff smiles at you, whispering conspiratorially, “He’s in the changing room. Be prepared—he’s excited.”

You laugh nervously, smoothing down your skirt as you follow, heart racing. You don’t even have to ask which room it is; you can hear the boys inside. Hyunjin’s laughter, Changbin teasing someone—probably Jisung again.

The door opens, and all at once, eight pairs of eyes land on you.

“Ohhhh, look who it is!” Felix grins, waving you in dramatically. “The VIP quokka herself.”

“The distraction,” Changbin corrects, smirking as he leans back against the couch. “Finally decided to join us, huh?”

You feel your cheeks burn, but you laugh, bowing politely to the boys. “Hi, everyone. Amazing show tonight.”

“Don’t act shy now,” Hyunjin teases, chin resting on his hand as he smirks. “You knew exactly what you were doing out there.”

“HYUNJIN,” Jisung’s voice cuts in, muffled from the adjoining room. A second later, he emerges—freshly changed into gray sweats and an oversized hoodie.

His face lights up the second he sees you.

And then he’s moving.

“Baby,” he breathes, crossing the room in a few long strides. You barely have time to set your bag down before his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re all sweaty,” you tease, laughing softly against him.

“Don’t care,” he mutters into your hair, holding you tighter. “Missed you all night.”

“Awwww,” Jeongin fake swoons from the couch, earning a playful shove from Minho.

Jisung ignores them completely, pulling back just enough to look at you. His grin softens into something warmer, eyes crinkling. “You looked so good out there. Killed me every time you cheered.”

“Yeah, we noticed,” Seungmin mutters under his breath, smirking.

Jisung flips him off without looking, still focused entirely on you. His fingers toy with the bow on your top, tugging it gently before whispering, “You’re coming back with me, right? Not letting you out of my sight tonight.”

The way he says it—low, possessive, soft enough only you can hear—sends a shiver down your spine.

“Of course,” you whisper back, biting your lip.

And he just grins, satisfied, before intertwining his fingers with yours. “Good. Then let’s go.”

The van smells faintly of sweat, stage makeup, and the lingering sweetness of fan-thrown flowers someone shoved into the back seat. Everyone’s still riding the adrenaline high, talking over one another as the city lights blur past the windows.

You’re seated next to Jisung, his thigh pressed against yours, his hand resting casually (or at least pretending to be casual) on top of your knee. Across from you, Felix and Seungmin are scrolling through fancams, and Chan’s half-dozing in the corner with his hood pulled up.

“HYUNG, LOOK AT THIS,” Felix suddenly bursts out, shoving his phone at Seungmin, who grins immediately.

“Oh, this is gold,” Seungmin smirks, tilting the phone toward Chan, who cracks one eye open.

You lean forward curiously—only to see a fancam of Jisung, mid-performance, biting his lip and looking directly into the VIP section. Directly. At. You.

“Bro,” Seungmin starts, trying not to laugh, “you’re not even slick. Fans are already commenting ‘WHO IS HE STARING AT???’ under this.”

Jisung groans loudly, burying his face in his hands. “Can we not right now?”

But Felix is already scrolling to another clip, cackling. “Oh my god, HERE—look at this part. He points straight at her during TOPLINE. Dead giveaway.”

Your cheeks burn, but you can’t stop giggling. “You really did point at me, though,” you whisper to him.

“Don’t encourage them,” he mutters, voice muffled against his sleeve.

Chan chuckles from his corner, voice low and teasing. “Jisung, you know we’ve been in this game long enough—if you don’t want rumours, you might wanna stop making heart eyes at your girlfriend in front of so many people.”

“Hyung,” Jisung groans, but Chan just grins knowingly and goes back to his phone.

Meanwhile, Seungmin leans back, smirking like the little menace he is. “You better hope no one caught her on camera, or you’re both trending by morning.”

“I don’t care if we trend,” Jisung fires back, finally lifting his head, cheeks pink but his grin cocky now. “She’s mine.”

The way he says it—so bluntly, so sure—has everyone going silent for half a second before Felix bursts into giggles again.

“Bro, relax,” Felix laughs, “save that energy for the hotel room.”

You choke on your own breath, wide-eyed, and Seungmin nearly drops his phone laughing.

Jisung just smirks now, leaning closer to your ear, his hand squeezing your thigh under the shared blanket you didn’t even notice he’d pulled over you both. His voice is low enough only you can hear:

“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers, warm breath tickling your skin, “I am saving it for the hotel.”

You clench your legs instinctively, and he notices, his grin turning downright wicked as he rubs lazy circles against your knee with his thumb.

Felix glances up, eyebrows raising. “...Why are you both so quiet now?”

“Because,” Jisung says smoothly, leaning back against the seat with that smug grin, “some things are for later.”

The van ride is a blur after that, your pulse thrumming with every lazy circle Jisung’s thumb drew against your thigh. By the time you both step into the hotel lobby, the teasing has turned into loaded silence—just a quick exchange of glances, his hoodie falling loose around his frame as he keeps tugging you close, hand firm at the small of your back.

The boys are still joking around as you wait for the elevator, but you can feel Jisung’s patience wearing thinner by the second. Felix’s grin is too knowing, Seungmin’s smirk hasn’t left his face since the van, and Chan keeps shooting you both amused looks.

When the elevator doors finally open, you all pile in, but Jisung’s hand finds yours again immediately, squeezing tight. His knee is bouncing, his jaw set. By the time you reach your floor, he’s practically dragging you out the door, ignoring the chorus of “Have fun, quokka couple~” behind you.

The second the door to his hotel room shuts, the shift is instant.

Click.

Silence.

And the next thing you know, you’re pinned against the door, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to make you gasp. His mouth crashes against yours, rough and desperate, teeth nipping at your bottom lip like he’s been holding himself back for hours.

“Fuck,” he groans against your mouth, pressing his body flush against yours. “Do you have any idea how insane you made me tonight?”

You barely catch your breath, fingers curling in his hoodie. “You were the one staring at me all night.”

“Damn right I was.” His hands slide lower, gripping your hips as he pulls you against him. You can feel just how worked up he is, and his grin turns feral at the way your breath hitches.

“Every time you jumped, and every time you cheered… looking so cute I could barely rap straight.” His mouth trails down to your jaw, kissing, biting just enough to leave faint marks. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this. About you.”

“Jisung—” you gasp as he nips at your neck, sucking a dark mark into your skin.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” he murmurs against your throat, his voice hoarse, all warm breath and rough need. “Wearing that skirt, sitting right where I could see you… teasing me in front of everyone.”

You manage a shaky laugh, biting your lip. “Maybe I did.”

He groans low in his throat, grip tightening as he lifts you slightly, pressing you harder against the door. “Oh, baby, you’re in so much trouble for that.”

He kisses you again, this time slower, deeper, his hands already tugging at the hem of your skirt. His thumbs brush against the top of your thighs, lingering just under the fabric.

“You’ve been dripping for me since the concert, haven’t you?” he whispers, hot against your ear. “Gonna make you show me just how bad you wanted it.”

And when you whimper his name, he grins, already sliding your skirt up—

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Your back hits the door again as Jisung devours your mouth, teeth catching your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. It’s messy, desperate—his lips are wet against yours, tongues sliding as you both gasp for air between kisses.

One of his hands fists in your hair, tilting your head just right so he can kiss you deeper, and the other is already toying with the hem of your skirt. His thumb grazes the soft skin of your thigh, slow at first—like he’s savoring it—but his patience snaps fast.

“Take this off,” he mutters, tugging at the waistband.

You barely manage to whisper, “Then do it.”

And he does.

He pulls back just long enough to tug your skirt down in one sharp motion, letting it drop to your ankles. Your bag nearly slips off your shoulder, but his hand shoots out, gripping the strap before it falls. He smirks, eyes flicking up to yours as he tosses both the skirt and bag aside with a soft thud.

“Won’t need those,” he says, voice low and wrecked, before his mouth crashes against yours again.

His hands slide under your thighs next, gripping hard as he lifts you effortlessly. You gasp, arms flying around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist as he presses you back against the door.

“Fuck, you feel perfect like this,” he breathes, kissing along your jaw, nipping at your neck, sucking a mark just below your ear. His hips roll against you, and you feel him, hard and straining against his sweats, grinding just enough to make you whimper.

He chuckles against your throat, the sound low and cocky. “Already so needy for me, huh? You wanted this all night, didn’t you?”

“Jisung—” you whine, tugging at his hoodie, desperate for more.

“Say it,” he murmurs, his nose brushing your cheek as he kisses you again, slower this time, his tongue teasing yours. “Tell me you wanted it.”

“I wanted it,” you whisper, voice breaking as he ruts his hips against you again.

“Good girl,” he praises, sucking at your collarbone now. One of his hands slides between you, fingers brushing over your soaked panties. The sharp intake of breath he lets out when he feels how wet you are makes your cheeks burn.

“Shit, baby, you’re dripping for me already,” he groans, rubbing lazy circles against your clit through the thin fabric. “All that cheering, all those looks—you’ve been this wet since the concert, haven’t you?”

You whimper, nodding, and that’s all the confirmation he needs.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband, yanking your panties to the side, his fingers teasing at your entrance. “So ready for me,” he murmurs, kissing you again, his fingers just barely sliding in. “Gonna make you cum for me right here, still dressed, still against this fucking door.”

“Jisung—” you gasp, but he cuts you off with his mouth, kissing you so hard your teeth clash.

His fingers slide into you fast, two at once, stretching you as he pumps them hard right from the start. The wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of you fills the room, obscene and loud in the quiet hotel.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans against your lips, biting at your bottom one before sucking it back into his mouth. “So wet for me, baby. You like this, huh?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a broken moan.

“That’s it,” he breathes, voice low and wrecked as he picks up speed, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you. “Don’t talk. Just take it.”

Your back arches against the door as his pace gets rougher, your legs tightening around his waist. His hoodie brushes against you with every movement, and you can feel him—rock hard and straining against his sweats—pressing right where you’re grinding against him.

He notices the way your hips roll instinctively against his, and his grin turns downright filthy. “You feel that, baby? That’s how hard you get me. Been like this since you smiled at me in the middle of TOPLINE. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast circles as his fingers keep pumping into you, sloppy and relentless. You’re panting against his mouth, your moans muffled as he kisses you through every sound.

“God, you sound so pretty for me.” he groans, panting himself now, hips grinding into you with every thrust of his fingers.

“Jisung—” you whimper, your hands clutching at his hoodie, desperate.

“Yeah, I know, baby. You’re close, huh? So close for me.” He buries his face in your neck, sucking another mark as his pace turns downright punishing, thumb circling your clit faster. “Cum for me. Right here. Be my good girl and cum for me.”

And that’s all it takes—your body tightens around his fingers, pleasure snapping white-hot as you fall apart against him.

You cry out his name, head tipping back against the door, and he keeps going, fucking you through it, his fingers still curling inside you until you’re squirming, overstimulated, breathless.

When he finally slows, pulling his fingers out, he groans low in his throat, bringing them to his lips without hesitation. He sucks them clean, eyes locked on yours, tongue swirling lazily.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, still holding you pinned against the door, his hips grinding into you again, letting you feel just how hard he still is. “You have no idea what you do to me. And I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He kisses you again, slow but deep, one hand sliding to your ass as he adjusts his grip, carrying you across the room like you weigh nothing.

The kiss doesn’t break until he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, setting you down with a soft bounce. He’s already tugging at his hoodie, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. His hair sticks up in damp tufts, his chest rising and falling fast as he tosses the hoodie aside.

The way he looks at you—eyes dark, jaw tight—makes your stomach flip. He crawls onto the bed immediately, caging you in with his arms, kissing you again, wetter this time, his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants against your mouth between kisses, one hand roaming up your side, squeezing your waist, then your breast, groaning every time you gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His impatience shows in every movement—his hands fumble at first, tugging at your top until he gets it off you, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His lips move down your neck, kissing, sucking, biting faint marks into your skin as his hands find your panties.

“You don’t need these,” he mutters, voice hoarse as his fingers hook into the waistband.

“Jisung—”

“No, baby, I need you,” he cuts you off, pulling them down in one smooth motion, eyes glued to you as he does. His breath catches, a soft, choked groan slipping out when he sees how wet you still are.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, almost to himself, running a thumb slowly over your slick folds, watching the way you twitch under his touch. “You’re dripping for me. Still so sensitive… gonna taste so good.”

And then he’s moving, kissing down your stomach, his hands spreading your thighs apart. His voice is a low promise as he glances up at you, pupils blown wide:

“Gonna eat you until you can’t even say my name.”

He doesn’t wait for permission—he dives in, tongue flat against your clit on the first swipe, licking slow and deliberate before sucking it into his mouth. The sound he lets out when he tastes you—a needy, muffled groan against your skin—makes you arch off the bed.

“J-Jisung!” you gasp, your hands flying to his hair, tugging gently, but he just growls low in his throat, the vibration sending shivers through you.

His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he starts eating you like a man starved, switching between long, slow licks and quick flicks against your clit. Every time you moan louder, he hums in satisfaction, grinding his hips subtly against the mattress like he’s losing control too.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants between licks, pulling back just long enough to smirk up at you, his chin glistening. “Taste so sweet—don’t hold back for me. I wanna hear you.”

Then he’s back at it, rougher now, tongue fucking you while his thumb circles your clit, relentless, sloppy, loud enough that the obscene sounds of him eating you out fill the room.

“Jisung—please, I—” you whimper, legs shaking.

He pulls back just enough to grin, breath hot against your core. “Please what, baby? Please don’t stop? Yeah? Thought so.”

Every drag of his tongue is messy and loud, his sloppy mouth making wet, obscene sounds as he devours you. And he’s moaning. Full, muffled, desperate sounds against your skin—soft whimpers and choked groans that vibrate straight through you.

“Mmf—fuck,” he pants into you, pulling back for half a second to lick his lips before diving back in. “You taste so fucking good, baby… can’t stop. Not even if I wanted to.”

“Jisung—” you gasp, hips jerking against his mouth, but his grip on your thighs tightens, pinning you in place.

“Stay still,” he growls, voice low and wrecked as he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. “Let me enjoy this.”

He sucks your clit into his mouth suddenly, hard enough to make you cry out, and his hips grind against the mattress again, needy and shameless. The wet spot on his sweats is growing, but he doesn’t care—he’s too focused on you.

You feel yourself getting closer again, your legs trembling as you try to warn him. “I’m—Jisung, I’m gonna—”

“Good,” he cuts you off, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes, his mouth glistening, chin soaked. His grin is cocky, feral. “Cum for me again. Right now. Give it to me, baby.”

And with that, he’s back on you, even rougher—tongue swirling, thumb pressing harder, his moans louder now as if your pleasure is turning him on more than anything else.

You break with a choked cry, thighs shaking as you cum against his mouth, but he doesn’t stop.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, still licking you through it, sloppy and relentless. “So fucking sweet—fuck, I could live down here.”

“Jisung, wait, I—ah, too much—”

“Uh-uh,” he hums against your clit, his voice sending shivers through you. “Not done. One more, baby. You can give me one more.”

And he doesn’t let up, eating you through your high, overstimulating you until your back arches off the bed, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it is. The way he’s moaning against you—actual whines, desperate little broken sounds as he devours you like he’s starved—only makes it worse.

Your thighs shake violently, your back arching off the bed, but his grip is iron, holding you spread open for him, refusing to let you move away.

“Jisung, I—can’t—!” you sob, hands fisting his hair, tugging hard, but instead of pulling back, he groans low in his throat, the vibration shooting straight through you.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes, his hips rutting helplessly against the bed now, his sweats definitely soaked. “You’re close, I can feel it—come on, baby, cum for me again. Give it to me. I need it.”

The way he says it—needy, begging, almost desperate—pushes you over the edge. You cry out his name, your body locking tight as you cum hard against his mouth, your thighs trembling violently.

And Jisung—loses it.

He moans into you, a broken, muffled whine spilling out of him, like the taste of you is too much for him to handle. His tongue doesn’t slow, lapping up every drop as you cum, his noises guttural and filthy.

“Fuck, yes, yes,” he pants against you, his words messy, almost incoherent. “God, you’re perfect—fuck—taste so sweet—I love this—”

You’re trembling so hard your vision blurs, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re pushing weakly at his head, sobbing, overstimulated beyond control.

Finally, finally, he pulls back, breathing heavy, chin and lips glistening. His pupils are blown, his face flushed, and he looks ruined—and he hasn’t even been inside you yet. He groans, licking his lips slowly, moaning low in his throat as he swallows. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna get addicted to this.”

He crawls up your body, kissing you sloppy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, his hips grinding into your thigh—rock hard, throbbing, desperate. “I'm so fucking hard for you,” he pants against your mouth, his forehead pressed to yours. “Gonna fuck you now. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Jisung sits back on his knees for a second, tugging his sweats and his boxers low enough to free himself, and the sight makes your breath hitch. His cock thick, the perfect thickness for the perfect stretch. The tip flushed dark and leaking precum already, and the little shaky breath he lets out when he wraps his hand around himself makes your stomach flip.

“Fuck, baby, look at me,” he pants, giving himself a few slow strokes, precum smearing over his fingers as he groans low in his throat. “You see what you do to me? Haven’t even been inside you yet and I’m already this hard.”

You can barely respond, but that only makes him smirk, cocky as ever despite the pink flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah… speechless already, huh?” he teases, leaning down to kiss you again, messy and wet, his cock now pressing against your soaked folds. He ruts his hips against you once, slowly dragging himself through your slick, and moans.

Loud.

Broken.

“Oh, fuck—” he whines, biting down on your shoulder as his hips roll again, slower this time, like he’s savoring every second. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Feel that? That’s all for me.”

“Jisung—please,” you gasp, rocking your hips up against him.

“Please what?” he murmurs against your neck, kissing and sucking there, his cock sliding teasingly against your clit with each slow grind. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to ruin you?”

“Yes—please, Jisung, I need you—”

The needy tremor in your voice breaks him.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression somewhere between feral and worshipful. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how bad I need this too.” And finally, he gives in and pushes in. The stretch makes you gasp, and Jisung’s head drops to your shoulder with a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he bottoms out.

“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice cracking as he starts moving, shallow thrusts at first, his breath hot against your neck. “Fucking perfect around me—fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good—”

He pulls almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward, harder this time, making you cry out. His rhythm builds fast, rough and relentless, his pace already messy from how worked up he is.

Every thrust pushes a broken noise out of him—soft whimpers, breathless groans, the occasional desperate, muffled fuck against your skin. His forehead presses to yours again, his moans mixing with yours as his pace grows frantic.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he pants, kissing you sloppily, almost missing your mouth as he keeps fucking into you, harder now, his thighs slapping against yours with every thrust. “Been thinking about this since I saw you tonight—knew I was gonna fuck you stupid the second we got here.”

“Jisung—ah—so good—”

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” he grins, cocky even through his moans, his hips snapping faster now. “Love the way I fuck you? Love knowing I can’t even think straight when I’m inside you?”

You nod, breathless, and that does it for him—he loses it. His thrusts turn erratic, almost desperate, his moans louder, broken little whines slipping out as he presses his forehead back to your neck. Hands sliding down to grip your thighs, spreading you wide and holding you in place. His fingers dig into your skin hard enough to bruise as he slams into you, fast and messy, hips snapping against yours.

The bed creaks with every thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin loud and filthy, mixed with his frantic moans.

“Jisung—ah—”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he pants, his voice hoarse as he fucks into you harder, faster. “So good for me—taking me so well—fuck, you’re perfect. You were made for me, you know that? This pussy was fucking made for me.”

Your mind is mush, only whimpers and moans falling from your lips, which just makes him groan louder. “You can’t even talk, huh? Yeah, baby, I fucked you dumb already.” His breath catches on a high-pitched whine as your walls tighten around him, his hips stuttering for a split second before pounding into you again. “Shit, you’re clenching so hard—are you close again? Gonna cum for me?”

You nod frantically, tears pricking your eyes from how intense it is, and Jisung loses it all over again.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, his words tumbling out rapid-fire now, unfiltered. “Come on, baby, cum with me—be my good girl, yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock, make me feel how much you love it—fuck, I need it, baby, need you so bad—”

His pace is frantic, sloppy now, every thrust hitting deep, his thighs slapping against yours, his moans getting higher, almost desperate. His forehead presses to your neck, his words muffled against your skin as he keeps talking through every thrust:

“Love you like this—fuck, love you so much, baby—so good for me, so perfect—god, you’re gonna ruin me, I’m so fucking close—”

Your orgasm hits first, white-hot, making you arch under him, your body tightening around him as you cry out his name.

Jisung breaks.

“Oh my god, fuck, baby—yes, yes, just like that—” His voice cracks, his hips jerking erratically as he moans loud, whining into your neck as his thrusts slow just enough to grind deep, desperate to feel every pulse of your walls around him. “Shit, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna cum—can I, baby? Can I cum inside you?”

Your head tips back against the pillow, tears still clinging to your lashes, and you nod frantically, voice breaking as you beg.

“Jisung—please—yes, cum inside me—please, I need it—need you so bad, baby, please—”

And Jisung, he's only but a man. A weak man for you because he loves you, and he loves your pussy.

“Fuck—fuck, baby, you’re gonna kill me,” he chokes out, his voice cracking into a whine as his hips slam into you harder, faster, chasing his high with frantic, almost animalistic thrusts. His grip on your thighs tightens until his knuckles turn white, holding you open for him like he wants to see every second of this.

“Gonna cum inside—fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he groans, his forehead pressing to yours again, his words pouring out unchecked, breath hot against your mouth. “Gonna fuck my cum so deep in you you’ll still be dripping tomorrow—god, you want that, huh? Want me to fuck you so full you can’t even walk?”

“Yes—yes, Jisung, please—” you gasp, your walls fluttering around him, milking him for everything he has.

“Oh my god—fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby,” he cries out, his voice cracking into high-pitched whimpers as he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep as he cums hard, cock twitching inside you.

The heat floods you in waves, his hips stuttering, but he doesn’t stop—he keeps grinding, desperate little thrusts pushing every drop deeper as he moans helplessly against your neck.

“Shit—so much—fuck, you’re squeezing me so good, baby—” he babbles, panting hard, his forehead pressed to your skin as he whines through every pulse of his orgasm. “Oh my god, I love you like this—love you so much, fuck—”

Even when he’s finished, he stays buried inside, hips rocking slow, lazy, as if he can’t let go just yet. His breath is ragged, his voice low and shaky when he finally speaks again, kissing your jaw softly now, still moving inside you in slow, deep rolls.

“God, baby,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, his cock still half-hard inside you, “I swear I’m not done. Not even close. Gonna make you cum on my cock again—gonna keep going until you’re too fucked out to even say my name.”

Jisung doesn’t pull out.

He’s still buried deep, hips rolling in slow grinds that push his cum deeper inside you with every lazy thrust. His cock twitches occasionally, still sensitive, and every time it does he whines against your neck, his breath hot and shaky.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, his voice soft but wrecked, “you’re still so tight around me. Holding me like you don’t wanna let go.”

You can barely respond, body limp and trembling, but he just smirks, kissing your jaw softly before pulling back enough to look at you. His hair is damp and messy, his lips red and swollen, his cheeks flushed pink.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost fond but still cocky, his hips grinding slow and deep, making you gasp. “You’re so cock-drunk already… and I’m still not done.”

His hand trails down your stomach, fingers slipping between your legs where his cock stretches you open. The wet, messy sound of his cum mixed with your slick makes him groan low in his throat.

“God, baby, you’re so full of me,” he mutters, almost reverent, rubbing his fingers lightly over where you’re stretched around him. “Can feel how messy you are—fuck.”

“Jisung—ah—”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he soothes, kissing you softly this time, even as his pace stays slow and deep, his cock dragging along your walls with every grind. “Gonna give me one more, yeah? One more for me, baby.”

You whimper, already trembling again, and he grins, leaning down to kiss you as his thumb slides to your clit, circling slow, teasing patterns at first.

“Shh, don’t think, just feel.” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice soft but wrecked, almost addicted. “Wanna feel you cum again, wanna feel you squeeze me. Can you do that for me? Be my good girl one more time?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders weakly.

“Good girl.” he whispers, kissing your cheek, his thumb pressing harder, faster now as his hips keep rocking, deep and steady.

The combination of his thumb on your clit and the slow, relentless grind of his cock is too much, especially with his cum squelching with every roll of his hips. The overstimulation hits hard, your walls tightening again, and you moan his name, breathless and broken.

“Oh my god, fuck, baby,” he whines, his voice cracking as your walls flutter around him. “You’re doing it—you’re cumming for me again—oh fuck, you’re so tight, I can feel everything—”

Your orgasm crashes over you, your body locking around him, and Jisung lets out a loud, guttural moan, his hips pressing as deep as possible as if trying to mold you to him.

“Yeah, that’s it—fuck, you’re so good for me,” he pants, his forehead pressing to yours again, kissing you lazily, softly now. “Taking me so well, baby. You’re perfect. God, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, just staying buried inside you, grinding small, lazy circles like he’s too addicted to stop, kissing you soft and slow while you come down from your high. When he finally slows completely, he kisses your nose, still breathless, his cock still inside you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, chests rising and falling in sync, the room quiet except for your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the hotel air conditioning.

His forehead drops to your shoulder, his hair damp against your skin, and for the first time since you got here, he’s calm. His eyes close, and he just melts against you, his body heavy and warm.

For a long moment, there’s nothing—just his soft breaths against your neck.

Then, muffled against your skin, he murmurs, “Shit, baby… you really just ruined me.”

You laugh weakly, still trying to catch your breath. “I ruined you? Look at what you did to me.”

He hums, almost a whine, nuzzling into your neck like a tired cat. “Mm, yeah, but you started it. Sitting there all cute, cheering for me like I was the only person in the arena.” His words are slurred now, lazy, his voice soft with that post-orgasm haze.

You feel his smile against your skin before he continues, rambling now.

“God, you’re so pretty… like, stupidly pretty. Can’t believe you’re mine. Like—why are you mine? What did I do to deserve this? Did I save a quokka in my past life or something?”

You laugh, breathless, running your fingers through his messy hair. “Maybe you did.”

“Mm. Makes sense,” he mumbles, nodding slightly like he’s very sure of this logic. “Yeah, past-life quokka rescue. That’s the only reason someone like you would put up with me talking about ramen at three in the morning.”

You laugh harder, and he grins against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

“And, like… you know I’m obsessed with you, right?” His tone shifts softer, more serious, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your side as he stays draped over you. “Like, actually obsessed. You’re perfect. Like… fuck, you’re actually perfect.”

You feel your heart squeeze, but before you can reply, he adds, dead serious, “You’re so perfect I’m kinda scared you’re gonna wake up one day and be like, ‘wow, Jisung’s just a weird little dude who makes weird noises and eats too much kimchi fried rice,’ and leave me.”

“Jisung,” you giggle, smacking his back lightly.

“I’m serious!” he groans dramatically, lifting his head to look at you, his hair sticking up in all directions, cheeks flushed. “Don’t leave me, okay? I’m good at, like… making you laugh. And—” his grin turns cocky again, “—making you cum so hard you cry, apparently.”

“Jisung!” you squeal, hiding your face in your hands, and he laughs, kissing your cheek before dropping his head back to your shoulder.

“Love you, baby,” he murmurs softly, his voice drowsy now, his weight warm and comforting as he relaxes fully against you. “Like, so much.” Jisung shifts just enough to fully sink into you, letting out the most exaggerated, dramatic sigh you’ve ever heard. His entire body relaxes over yours, heavy and warm, his face buried against your neck like he never plans to move again.

“God, baby,” he groans, his voice muffled against your skin. “You have to be there for every concert. Every single one. From now on. Non-negotiable.”

You laugh breathlessly, still stroking his messy hair. “Jisung, I can’t. I have work.”

He pulls his head back just enough to look at you, pouting, his lower lip jutting out in the most ridiculous way. “Nooo, baby, don’t say that.”

“Jisung—”

“No!” he cuts you off, nuzzling back into your neck with a loud whine. “You can’t just go back to work like nothing happened. Do you know what you do to me when you show up like that? I can’t perform right anymore if you’re not there. You’ve ruined me.”

You snort, trying to push at his chest, but he just clings tighter, his arms wrapping around your waist like a koala.

“Jisung, seriously, I can’t just take off and follow you everywhere.”

He pulls back again, this time with a glint in his eyes, his pout turning into a mischievous grin. “Then let me be your sugar daddy.”

You blink, half laughing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious!” he insists, sitting up a little, still inside you but too blissed out to move yet. “I’ll pay for everything. Quit your job, baby. Just follow me to every stop, sit front row in my hoodie, cheer for me, make me lose my mind every night—that’s your new full-time job.”

You laugh so hard you nearly choke, but he looks dead serious, leaning down again, peppering soft kisses along your jaw. “Think about it,” he murmurs between kisses, his tone soft and teasing. “You, me, hotel beds in every city… I’ll spoil you rotten. You don’t even have to do anything—just sit there looking pretty and ruin me like you always do.”

“Jisung,” you giggle, trying to hide your face in your hands, but he catches your wrists gently, pinning them above your head with a grin.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers dramatically, his forehead pressed to yours now, his voice softening. “Just let me take care of you. Be my sugar baby. Please?”

You can’t stop laughing, cheeks warm, and he sighs again, even more dramatic this time, collapsing fully against you once more.

“Fine,” he mumbles into your neck, pretending to sulk. “But one day, you’re gonna cave. And when you do, I’m buying you a quokka-themed private jet.”

You burst out laughing again, and he grins against your skin, kissing your neck softly, mumbling one last thing before finally relaxing into sleep:

“Love you, baby. Even if you’re a terrible sugar baby.”

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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Could I request how would Cater, Jamil, Rook and Idia react to their (s/o)’s overblot? :0

SUMMARY: your significant other, who has been part of an overblot before, has to witness you going through the exact same thing.

COMMENTS: hi so im experimenting with yuu overblotting and so. you and grim are fusing because i said so.

yk after writing this i realize i was absolutely inspired by delicious in dungeon. if you get it you get it.

You’ll have to forgive Cater if he blurts out some stupid slang or a joke as he watches ink consume your body—as he watches you fuse with Grim. The result is a terrifying monster, blue flames shooting out of your very human face, ink pouring out of your eyes and mouth and nose as Grim's claws grow sharper and his legs grow longer.

He’s vaguely aware of Trey trying to get him out of there and Riddle throwing himself into a fight to attempt to disarm you and Grim—whatever you have become. Cater isn’t even sure if you’re separate anymore, but he hears your screams and the echoing growls of Grim, and the blue flames are searing his skin but he isn’t budging.

He shoves Trey off of him and goes running towards you, heart pounding in his chest. He has to save you. He has to help you. His signature spell is activating and he doesn’t even know he’s doing it—he just knows he has to get you back, one way or another.

Jamil knows what’s happening before anybody else. He can see the frustration at being treated the way you are, and he sees the way your hands shake. He tries to reach out but it’s not enough, and maybe it never would have been because he’s too late, and the air is hot with anger and longing for a home neither you nor Grim had.

You become one. He sees it and he can do nothing but watch as you sprout hairy arms and legs, claws tearing through your skin as blue flames shoot out from you. Ink spurts from your eyes and mouth, pouring onto the floor as you howl and wail. He can hear the echoing, pitched remnants of Grim in your voice as you charge, heading straight for the students. Jamil whips out his pen, pointing it in front of him and casting a barrier.

He needs to get everyone else out of here. He can’t be the one to fight you—he can’t do that to you. His ears are ringing and only now is he aware of Kalim rapid firing questions at him but he doesn’t have the time, he grabs Kalim and yells at him to leave, to get the Headmage, to get you help. You can’t die on him. You just can’t.

Rook thinks you’re beautiful. He always will, no matter what state you may find yourself in, no matter what form you may take. That’s part of the reason he stands there in awe, watching as you transform in front of his very eyes. Tears are rolling down his face as you scream out in pain, and his body reacts by running to you but someone is holding him back, his sobs mixing with you and Grim’s howls as you merge in a tornado of inky blackness.

People are screaming, someone is yelling that he needs to get out of there, he falls to his knees as your form—no, the form you’ve taken, writhes and screeches on the ground. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, it sounds like nightmares, it sounds like pain and suffering and like nothing will ever be okay—

Two backs appear in his vision, a perfectly manicured hand shielding his vision from the sight. Rook looks up, eyes locking with Vil’s. Epel is beside him, pen at the ready. “Can you stand?” Vil asks, and anyone else wouldn’t be able to hear the tenderness in his voice. Rook takes his hand and stands, breathing shakily as he stares at your form, vision blurry but locked onto you—he’s going to save you, no matter what.

Idia’s hands are shaking as you scream. He needs to go to you, to make sure you’re okay but he’s petrified, feet tripping over nothing as he stumbles to your side. He reaches out for you but you shove him away, a sharp NO ripped from your throat. Idia swallows his tears as he whips out his tablet, sending an SOS message to STYX as a familiar black ink splatters to the ground at his feet.

You tried to protect him. It makes him feel so worthless but he gets through it, knowing this must have been how you felt when he overblotted. Why can’t he do anything right? He went through the same thing and he can’t do anything to help you. Isn’t this his family’s business? He should know what to do by now!

He doesn’t leave from that spot, even when people are screaming at him to evacuate, even when STYX arrives to take you away, even when Ortho explains the situation to them because Idia can’t talk. The only thing he manages to say, with eyes glued to the malformed shape you’ve taken, is that he demands to be taken back with you to his home so he can oversee your treatment. He needs you to be better. He doesn’t know what he’d do otherwise.

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kissforyouu · 1 year ago

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YAWN

pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!oc

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of sex

request : Sleepy Drabble of Sanrio! Oc and JK!!!! PLEASE🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

"hmm? you're so needy when you're sleepy." jungkook hums, caressing the heel of your foot. you had your body laying horizontally on your bed, legs thrown over jungkook's torso while he massaged your feet through your cozy socks. cozy cinnamonroll socks, they were so cute.

you whine, body lazily turning to the other side and hugging one of your plushies. you yawn in the process with your eyes closed, causing your boyfriend to chuckle a little. but a sharp slap on your asscheek causes you to shriek and open them.

"ow, ow! did it hurt, my baby? want me to kiss it better? yeah?" you just whine in return, but rather in a 'get away from me, you're annoying' way. jungkook clearly gets your little signal, hence why he laughs. your boyfriend pulls you closer to him by grabbing the back of your thigh, then gently rubs your butt while cooing.

"liar. you just wanted to touch my butt."

"what! no wayy. why, hm? i just wanted to soothe your pain, my love." and then he proceeds to grab the hem of your shorts and pull them up, revealing your bare asscheeks. he lets go of the material then, watching the flesh bounce back.

"pervert."

your boyfriend hums, laying his cheek on your ass. "i could fall asleep like this."

"you just like my shorts. so much that you had to jerk off to it— what the fuck jungkook!" jungkook giggles at your little yell, nose buried in between your cheeks. "i'm gonna eat you."

"ew, no, no, no!" you squirm in your spot, wiggling your body while trying to get your man off of you. in the middle of it, you land into a pit of giggles. you were repeatedly slapping jungkook, literally anywhere you could reach. his shoulders, pecs, thighs, abs, face! jungkook was hurting, obviously, your slaps were never gentle. they were always brutal.

"ugh! ow, ow, hurts!" you push your boyfriend on the bed, climbing on top of him. you had a pillow on your hands, ready to punch the shit out of your boyfriend with it but all your plans get flushed down the toilet once jungkook starts tickling your waist. you arch your back, then bend your upper body in every single way. you were naturally so ticklish. ugh.

jungkook : 1 y/n : 0

"noooo! ahahaha! JUNGKOOOOK!" you don't even know how you ended up in this position. role reversal, jungkook was on top of you now and had your head in a headlock with your thighs. you have to opportunity to say the funniest thing right now.

"i'm gonna suck your dick."

jungkook bursts out laughing, then calms himself right away while repeatedly nodding. he begins to take his sweats off, clearly as a joke though. you immediately push him away while screaming ew, face completely melting off. you're joking. you'd suck his dick right now if he seriously told you to.

he just giggles it off, letting you do whatever to him. jungkook was lying opposite to you now, his feet near your face and yours near his.

"yuck, get those stinky feet away from me or i'm gonna make you smell mine." you scrunch your nose.

"yeah? do it." so you do. with all your force, you push your feet onto jungkook's face, giving him a taste of his own medicine. he throws his head back, that high pitched laugh you love filling the room. there's butterflies all over your stomach, your heart's fluttering. his laugh is like honey. it makes you feel like a blooming flower.

suddenly he grabs your feet, giving your heel a little kiss. "i like these nails. french tips. cute." you thank him and press your foot more into his face as a thank you (joke). but your boyfriend decides to loll his tongue out and lick your heel, causing you let out a loud loud screech.

"ack! ew, ew, ew, jungkook! do you have a foot fetish?!"

"hmm, i might." your face drops.

"whattttt? ew."

"heh, i'm joking, baby. but i'd be into anything as long as it's you. i love you." that sounded oddly romantic. you like it.

you smile sweetly, the kind that gets you all giddy and flustered. in that moment, jungkook felt like a 12 year old boy seeing his crush smile for the first time. he felt sooooooooo giddy.

"man i have the fattest crush on you."

"what? i thought you were in love with me?" you raise your eyebrow, throwing one of your plushies at him. he effortlessly catches the kuromi plushie, hugging her closer to his chest and burying his face in it. you scoot closer to him, tugging on his hair and pulling his head back.

"i'm gonna kiss you."

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only god knows for how long you've been kissing by now. you're giving eachother gentle pecks and kisses repeatedly and giggling in between. it was so therapeutic in a way. all you wanted was to claw his heart out and protect it forever. don't know if that was a really intense way to put it though but mmkayy >.< .

jungkook pulls away for a moment to admire your face, hair messy and lip gloss messed up really bad. he wipes away a few strands of your bangs and kisses your forehead gently. stop. you're so giddy. jungkook proceeds to trace your lips while humming in satisfaction. your lips were puffy and glossy from all the kissing, covered in his spit. he pulls on your lower lip, then watches it bounce back with a giggle.

you let out a long sleepy hum, batting your eyelashes as you hugged your boyfriend. your body laying on his chest, inhaling in the sweet scent of his body odor. "hmm?" he hums. you turn your head to the side, cheek resting against his pec as you yawned. "eepy."

jungkook cracks out a laugh once again, "eepy? you're eepy?". you nod your head in verification, snuggling in closer. your hand sneaks under his shirt, touching his hardened abs. jungkook shivers at the feeling of your nails scratching against his skin. you glide your fingers upwards and finally land on his pec (tit) and groping it afterwards. jungkook didn't utter a word about this, just a small snort. he was used to this. he doesn't know why you always resort to holding his tits pecs at the randomest moments.

"mmh, i need you."

"yeah? want me to fuck you?"

you slap his chest, shaking your head in disapproval. "not...," you yawn, "...right now. tomorrow morning you can fuck me really good, mkay?"

"shit, how could you just say that so innocently?" jungkook groans, fingers massaging your scalp gently. you smile sleepy, cooing, body fully relaxed under your boyfriend's touch. "i want to crawl inside your skin. i want to be inside you. i wannttt you. mhm, kook, i love you so much."

jungkook swore he fell in love for the second time again when you said that. your voice was so drownsy and your words came out almost incoherent and inaudible. he just wanted to hold you close to his heart forever and keep you there. to jungkook, you were like a small flower. he's not sure whether he's mentioned this before but, you're like a small little flower who's petals could easily be blown off any moment so he has to protect you and keep you within the range of his sight at all costs so your petals won't get blown off. that's probably an exaggeration tho, hm. he just loved you sooo much.

"i love you more, baby. goodnight."

he kisses the top of your head and gives you more space to get more comfortable on his body. jungkook yawns, stretching both his arms out and then placing his left hand on your back, rubbing up and down. his free hand reaches over to your nightstand to turn down the my melody night lamp you had turned on earlier. he retreats his hand back to your body, placing it on your head, brushing through your hair strands because he knows it soothes you.

he couldn't get enough of you.

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cheriladycl01 · 10 months ago

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I’m in absolute awe with your writing, I’ve sat here reading so many.

I have an idea for a fic -

lando x Beckham!reader. Reader is playing in the grand final and it’s the Beckham family cheering and they pan the camera to her family bc she scores and they see Lando sitting, cheering and chatting with them so after they decide to hard launch

Chelsea vs Manchester City - Lando Norris x Beckham Reader

Plot: a football match couldn’t be the reason to hard launch a relationship… right?

It was the final match of the season and you were up against Manchester City. Your family had of course come to watch you. It was the first time your whole family was there. Usually it just happened to be your twin brother Romeo and your dad. But today you had Brooklyn, Cruz, Harper, Romeo and your mum and dad.

Your boyfriend, F1 driver Lando Norris had also managed to come to your game. This was a surprise and you didn’t actually know he was coming, but with him and Romeo being good friends they’d organised the little surprise for you.

It was 15 minutes into the match and you were yelling to your team-mate Lauren to pass the ball to you, one of the Man-City girls was blocking you but as the ball was kicked in our direction you ran forward for the ball, kicking it back to Lauren running further up the pitch to the goal as its passed back to you.

You are in the zone, you foot breezes through the air and drives into the ball and before you can blink its in the back of the net.

1-0 to Chelsea.

Your team-mates all come up to you pulling you into a celebratory hug shaking your shoulders and one of them evening lifting you up into a hug. You cheer loudly practically screaming.

“And what an incredible goal that was, Lauren James and Y/N Y/L/N, what a dynamic duo they are! Honestly their team work is impeccable” one of the commentators for Sky Sports sounds just as the TV pans to your family. Not that you see that as your too busy celebrating with your team.

It shows Romeo and your dad embrace while Harper and your mother cheer with some polite claps for you. Brooklyn and Cruz are like hooligans jumping up and down chanting your name. Lando also gets shown on camera, and all that can be said is that when the camera replays his reaction along with the rest of your family when the goal went in he looked like a typical British lad at a football match a massive cheer and aggressive yet passionate smile on his face before turning to celebrate with your family.

“Here is the Beckhams family, such an iconic name, all of them here to support Y/N and we also have McLaren F1 Driver Lando Norris with her family. Obviously we’ve seen he’s friends with Romeo Beckham, Y/n’s twin but that was an incredibly passionate reaction for a driver who says he doesn’t involve himself in football as much anymore” a commentator adds, as your family’s celebration is shown.

“So Lando, you like watching my sister?” Romeo asked as he leaned over to Lando who was avidly watching his sister.

“Well, she is my girlfriend mate” he laughs taking his eyes off you for a split second to look at Romeo.

“Your smitten and it’s fucking disgusting” Romeo gags looking at Lando with a harsh expression.

“Calm down man, I might be part of the family one day” he teases elbowing his friend.

“Regrettably I think you already are. Mum and dad love you. Cruz is obsessed with you more than my sister… Harper loves the gifts you bring her and Brooklyn enjoys your convos. I hate to say it but you’re a Beckham” he laughs, he loved that his sister had actually ended up with Lando, he was a good friend and someone he could trust with his twin. Someone he was insanely protective over.

The match continues, Man City equalise just 5 minute before halftime. Sam Kerr your teammate scored one minute before, just after you got a yellow card that had both you and your family crying out in protest. You to the ref and your family just to one another.

Everyone could see the unhappy look on Lando’s face as he complained to your dad and brother.

After halftime break where you spoke about strategy and how to keep up the effectiveness going forward it was back out onto the pitch for all of you.

You scored another goal, making the scores 3-1 and before you knew it time was up and you were celebrating with your girls the win of the championship. You also were excited as this was your’s and Lauren’s chance to get onto the English Women’s Team.

After you showered and got out of your sweaty kit you went out to find your family and boyfriend. The first person you saw was your dad and you ran up to him pulling him into a massive hug.

“There she is, my little star!” Your dad cries holding you tightly against him. The rest of your family hug and kiss you, making it known just how proud they are of you. Lando was the final face you turned to see. Your family of course knew about the two of you and had seen you two interact in the family house and when you all went out for dinner.

He pulled you in for a soft kiss, Cruz and Harper immediately teasing you about it while Romeo cringes away.

“Lan, please that’s my twin sister” he cringes and looks between the two of you who have now finally pulled away from each other.

“Awwww leave them Romeo, I see myself and your father in them, but even more romantic” your mother smiles and you cannot help the big goofy grin that comes over you face.

“So, I may have been on TV, I’m kind of famous now!” He grins and Brooklyn and your dad laugh at his joke.

“Haha very funny baby” you laugh sarcastically and look at the rest of your family who have slowly started to back away to leave you and Lando alone.

“Where are you guys going? I thought we were all going to dinner and then me, Brooklyn, Cruz, Romeo and Lando were going to the club to celebrate?” You ask as they all look to one another debating who was going to explain.

“Yes, but we’ll meet you there. Lando’s driving you and Romeo!” Your mother starts and before you can even ask where Romeo is going if he was going in the car with you.

“Before you say anything I’m going to the toilet. That game was riveting and I couldn’t leave my seat, okay? I’ll meet you at the car” Romeo says before jogging of round the corner. The rest of your family also left and you were left with Lando, standing hand in hand.

“Baby have you seen twitter since the match?” He asks his brows slightly furrowed and a nervous aura around him.

“No, I haven’t why? Has something happened?” You ask looking over him, checking out his know awkward body language.

“Well, we are … sort of trending because I was sat with you family, people think we’re dating now.”

“Well, we are dating…” you giggle and he nods slowly.

“I know, and we’ve been dating for a while and I just wanted to know if maybe you thought it was time we … hard launch?” He blurts out and you just keep smiling at your silly boyfriend who looks so nervous asking you this. Anyone else would think he was proposing to you right now.

“Yes, let’s do it!” You smile at him squeezing his hand.

“R-really?” He asks and you nod, pulling him in and kissing his cheek.

“Yes baby.” You nod.

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➳ broken love | psh.

dad!sunghoon x mom!femreader

“every time i think of you, it’s just killing me”

synopsis: you and sunghoon still see each other whenever your guys’ daughter, seo-ji, is dropped off to one another — and it’s obvious you two still love each other, even after the divorce papers were finalized.

warnings/content: written in third pov. angsty fluff(?) — mostly angst. kind of aged up(?). not proofread. cursing (i think). unresolved tension. mentions of pregnancy. reader used to hate kids (lmao).

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: part two — ₊˚ʚ try again ɞ˚₊

fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

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current song playing: broken love by gemini

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

0:48 ───|──────────────── 2:04

y/n’s heart was heavy with the burden of being at his doorstep.

“you got this,” she mumbled to herself, knocking the door with shaky hands.

a happy scream of a child was made, one that she knew at heart. her face lit up at the instant yell, already recognizing that it was no other than her adorable daughter, seo-ji.

“mommy’s here! mommy’s here!” the little kid screamed at the other end.

little shakes of the doorknob were heard before it opened to who she expected; her daughter and of course, her ex-husband, park sunghoon.

she felt her heart slightly shatter at the sight of him, anxiety taking over inch by inch.

“hey y/n,” he awkwardly said. her head nodded in response — “hey sunghoon.”

there was quick tension between them, both truthfully not knowing what to say after coming to terms of the divorce.

they still loved each other, longed for each other in fact.

“mommy!” their baby girl intruded, arms opening wide at the sight of her caretaker.

y/n’s face instantly lit up at her little girl, embracing the sweet hug she offered. “hey princess, how was your day with daddy?” she exclaimed with kisses around her daughter’s cheeks.

seo-ji giggled at the act with an utter — “mommy, stop!!”

the mom smiled at her, noticing her light dimples on display inherited from her father.

“it was good! daddy couldn’t stop talking about you and him though!!”

her sudden callout made y/n look at her ex-husband, finding him in a small blushing state.

“aish seo-ji, you said my secret was safe with you!!” he quickly exclaimed to avert her gaze, hands immediately finding their way to his daughter — tickling her all around.

y/n’s eyes softened at the sight, lips automatically upturning to a sweet smile. she missed this, the feeling of being a happy family.

when the giggles from seo-ji soon drowned out, she ran to go get her stuff from the apartment, leaving the two divorcees alone with each other.

they both quickly became awkward and tense like earlier. their hesitant glances towards one another were evidence that their relationship was on good terms only for their daughter, and perhaps more.

but for the time being, everything and anything was uncomfortable between them.

“so.. heard from jake that you have a date tonight?” y/n suddenly blurted, trying to break the ice.

the male’s head shot up. “hm? oh yeah..,” he paused — “sunoo just set it up for me, and practically begged me to go so…,” his voice weakened at the end with an awkward chuckle spurted out.

she nodded at his reasoning in return— “that’s good..,” she slightly trailed off at the end.

“and you?” he squeaked.

y/n gave a small laugh with a shake on her head. “oh no.. my life revolves around our little girl now. she will always have my full attention.” her eyes shifted from sunghoon to her daughter in the background, hearing the rushed talks from seo-ji as she tried to swiftly gather her belongings.

“she’s my life,” she murmured with a smile she didn’t know she had.

as her gaze stayed on their little girl, sunghoon kept his on her. his eyes sparkled with love that he still had for her — love that had never been resolved.

he missed her and her warmth. just everything about her, really.

but the divorce between them was still fresh, giving them fresh wounds to heal from — wounds that had been cut open from their constant fights and arguments.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“sunghoon, please.” y/n sighed in a groggy expression.

“i’m tired too, can’t you see that? you can’t be the only one acting tired here.” he reverted back with a slight eye roll.

“i’ve been watching her all day, you were barely home.”

“you think i’d rather be out, doing work?” he spat. “i’d much rather stay home with our little girl, but does it look like i have a choice? i’m trying to provide for us.”

the girl groaned. “i’m trying to let seo-ji have a good life, you think that she can do that with only me?”

sunghoon clicked his tongue in annoyance as he slightly walked away. his hands were firmly on his hips as he uttered, “did you not just hear me? i want the best for my daughter too, i want to be there too. you’re the one who gets to be with her, i don’t.”

she sighed at his words, heart breaking down each time she let it ring in her ears. she was glad her baby was staying with min-su and her partner, heeseung for the night. the couple came to pick her up towards the end of the day, giving her and sunghoon a moment to say things.

and with their raised voices and constant arguing, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for them. otherwise, it would’ve woken her sweet girl.

“sunghoon..,”

she watched him roll his watery eyes. “what?” he croaked in a weakened tone, voice cracking with every strength he had to hold back his breakdown.

she didn’t continue, letting his eyes meet hers so they could speak their worries through the dreaded gaze.

“this isn’t working..,”

he sighed at the painful truth. “i know… it’s not.”

the two were sat a few feet away from each other as they came to terms of their situation. constant miscommunication and bottled feelings drifted their relationship apart.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“okay, mommy, ready!” seo-ji yelled, quickly clasping onto her mom’s hands. “bye daddy!”

y/n formed a half smile towards her old lover. “let me know when you’ll pick her up,” she mumbled.

sunghoon gave soft kisses towards his daughter before the two walked away — giving him memories of when he’d kiss his used-to-be girl goodbye whenever she left anywhere.

a faint sigh left his throat as he stumbled back into his apartment.

“i should get ready..,” he said to himself, walking away to his planned outfit.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“hey baby, what are you doing?” ji-woo sweetly uttered to her friend’s daughter.

“i’m trying to draw you, auntie ji-woo!” seo-ji yelled back.

a few giggles went around as min-su uttered, “ooh! me next!”

“okay! wait! i’m almost done!”

y/n’s little girl beamed an eye smile, causing ji-woo to say — “she has your eyes.”

“yeah, but she has her dad’s cute smile.” y/n responded, letting her gaze linger on seo-ji’s adorned features.

“so.. you heard about sunghoon right?” dae mumbled with a lip bite.

she quickly glanced at jungwon’s boyfriend before looking back at her daughter, who peered her head up at her dad’s name.

“daddy?” seo-ji whispered.

y/n smiled and nodded. “mhm, daddy’s going out with a friend tonight, that’s why you’re with me!” she gave a soft ruffle to her little girl’s wavy hair — inherited from her mom, of course.

“how long will he be gone? i miss him.”

“you miss him? but i’m with you! how could you miss him when mommy is right here?” y/n pouted, hiding her grin.

“your mommy’s sad now, seo-ji! what are you gonna do!” yelled min-su with a slight gasp.

“oh no!” dae beamed.

“noo! i’m sorry!” seo-ji quickly exclaimed, jumping on her feet to comfort her mom. “help me, auntie min-su and uncle dae! ..mommy??” she poked her mom’s arm.

y/n peeked down at her and found her bulged, puppy eyes melting her heart instantly.

“i’m sorry! i like you just as much as i like daddy!”

“like? you don’t.. love?” the mom teased with a plastered grin.

“oh my gosh, your daughter’s trying to apologize to you!” dae chimed in, playfully scoffing.

y/n huffed out mounds of laughter in her stomach before forgiving her empathetic daughter. she tucked a few hair strands behind her ears, placing soft kisses on her forehead while murmuring, “i forgive you, seo-ji. are you hungry?”

the little girl furiously nodded her head as min-su uttered — “me too!” — followed by ji-woo and dae to chime in as well, causing y/n to laugh with a healing heart.

her daughter and her friends were all she needed.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

seo-ji remained in the dining room area, eating with rolled up sleeves and a tied hair done by her mom.

y/n and her three friends were near but stayed closer to the living room, carefully hearing for the little girl just in case something happened.

“she eats just like you,” min-su said with a slight snort.

her words caused a wide chuckle to erupt out of her friend. “seo-ji’s been with me a lot so i wouldn’t be surprised if she ate just like me.” y/n murmured back with her eyes staring at her daughter.

“are you really okay with the whole sunghoon thing though?”

she glanced at ji-woo who said it, but only nodded.

“nothing much i can do about it, he’s moving on.”

her heart tore a little, ripping open another wound in her chest that was barely healing. she didn’t like how every sentence she spewed left a bitter taste in her mouth, but what else could she do?

“i’m really sorry for how things turned out..,” one of her friends sympathetically said to her.

“it’s okay.. my little girl is all i need.” she murmured, glancing at seo-ji who was just about done.

“mommy! i’m done!”

just as y/n was about to get up, ji-woo stood first.

“don’t worry girl, i’ll get her.”

before the mom could protest, her friend had already rushed to seo-ji. a small smile formed on her face, feeling grateful for all three.

“come on, seo-ji, let’s wash your hands!”

“auntie ji-woo, where’s uncle jake? he’s always here.”

the two walked away to the bathroom, giving ji-woo the chance to give her reasoning that no uncles except dae would join for tonight.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a few hours in, and seo-ji was wrapped in y/n’s arms now.

the little girl was settling into her nap time, eyes closing in an instant with the comforting warmth her mom radiated.

y/n continued to tuck a few wavy hair strands away from her daughter’s face, gaze fixated on every gorgeous feature she inherited from her and sunghoon combined.

“i never thought i’d actually see you become a mom.” ji-woo confirmed with a proud smile.

“we’re proud of you,” dae added in.

“you used to always hate kids, but now here you are, having one of your own in your arms.” min-su softly uttered, careful to not wake her niece.

everyone’s eyes gathered on the little girl who was softly snoring in her sleep.

y/n’s eyes were softened the most.

she did, in fact, hate kids, but she loved and cherished her daughter — her daughter, who she never imagined to have.

“it feels like we’ve seen you grown up,” ji-woo continued her sad talk. “remember when you always told us that you and sunghoon would be the last to have kids out of all of us?”

the four broke out into laughter as they thought back to their years of being in college.

“yeah..,” y/n’s heart sank as she remembered how good her and sunghoon used to be. “we were so sure of ourselves that we’d have kids after you all had yours too. we were so bad with handling kids before we had our little girl.”

she smiled back at the memory before hearing dae intrude — “now look at you, you were the first to have a kid.”

“me and heeseung next,” min-su prompted, causing hushed laughter to fill the air.

y/n beamed a wide grin afterwards, standing up to settle her baby down in the bedroom.

after doing it with ease, she walked back out and found dae specifically sitting where she had told sunghoon she was pregnant.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“gorgeous, what happened??” sunghoon bursted out the door, heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs.

he clenched onto his chest with his eyes sewed shut, desperately gasping for oxygen as his girlfriend stayed sitting on the couch in silence.

“y/n? you okay?” he said in a softer tone. “what’s wrong?”

“sunghoon..,” she whimpered.

her head turned to meet his gaze, and almost immediately, her reddened eyes that were puffed from her tears worried the poor boy.

“hey, hey, why are you crying?” he attempted to comfort, arms immediately bringing her into his embrace.

“hoonie…,” she quietly called again.

sunghoon pulled away with a comforting hand placed on her cheek.

“what’s wrong, pretty?”

“i’m..,” y/n sighed with a heavy heart, feeling a lump in her throat as she uttered, “i’m pregnant.”

the male paused every muscle movement in his body. “w..what? you’re what?” he said in denial.

“i’m pregnant,” she repeated, fingers fidgeting around little picks of skin.

it now added up for sunghoon — all of why she was suddenly moody, why her period was delayed, why she kept talking about feeling sick — the girl he loved was pregnant.

a gasp of air left him as he grinned ear to ear, heart feeling full with the thought of a baby on the way.

“you’re pregnant,” he reiterated with an upbeat tone. “you’re really pregnant.” he quickly stood on his feet before yelping in joy. tears were quick to fill his eyes as he felt like someone who had just won the lottery.

as her boyfriend continued to celebrate, y/n stayed sitting, chewing on her lips in fear.

“sunghoon.. please sit..,”

the boy quickly obliged, though his excitement still seeped through him in every way possible.

slowly, her eyes trailed up to meet his. and almost instantly, her heart fluttered at how handsome he looked — but it shattered within seconds of the news she was gonna deliver to him.

“i don’t know if i want this…,” she cracked out.

“o..oh…,” hoon blinked with a dry throat. “you don’t want to keep the baby?”

y/n quickly shook her head, tears already filling her eyes for the worst outcome.

but his hands placed itself on hers, letting his fingers cling around to reassure while he continued — “it’s your decision, gorgeous, i won’t force you.”

she shot her head up at him, and sunghoon only pushed his lips together to form a confirming smile.

“having a baby with you is what i want, but just not right now. we’re too young, and we’re both barely starting life and-“

her constant blabbering was shut up by a quick peck on the lips from her boyfriend. “we are young, y/n, but this decision is entirely up to you. i want this with you, and i want to be a dad but if you decide that you don’t want to yet, then that’s okay.”

sunghoon’s thumb rubbed little strokes on her crying cheeks as he spoke with his caring eyes.

he wanted the baby, but he wanted y/n more.

“can i think about this first?” she uttered with sparkling eyes.

his thick brows knitted together to convey how she could even question a thing like that. “of course you can, pretty girl. think about it, and let me know.”

the boy placed a sweet and comforting kiss on his girl’s forehead before pulling her into a hug.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

what broke y/n’s heart the most was how the stress of raising a child never bothered to pop into their head until later — when the continuous struggles got to the soon-married couple.

all they wanted was to be a family, and all they wanted was to have their daughter have loving parents who were in a loving relationship.

and of course they had their moments of joy when everything felt perfect for a while.

like when sunghoon would sleep closely next to seo-ji when she was an infant after watching her all day, and his body would be facing toward his baby girl. then y/n would come home, find them softly snoring, and laugh silently to herself when catching onto her baby’s wavy hair contrasting with hoon’s messy hair that fell to the front of his face.

or when seo-ji would wake up in some mornings with a sudden, personal preference on which parent she wanted — it mainly being y/n. and their little girl would cling onto her, making sunghoon pout in return of how his daughter had most of his features but would much rather be with her mom. little complaints would leave his mouth, but he secretly loved to see his small family together.

or, when seo-ji was still one, and sunghoon remained persistent in going ice skating so the three went to an ice rink. their baby would be dressed in warm clothing with mini earmuffs and gloves wrapped around her hands. and hoon would carefully glide the little girl around, letting her get used to the constant slippery surface while y/n personally sat the ice skating out and recorded instead.

or even, when they’d go to gatherings planned by their friends and everyone would instantly go to seo-ji, leaving the exhausted parents to intertwine their hands and watch how much their friends adored their child. little murmurs of — “us next?” would constantly be heard all around while uncle jay would try and snatch her away from everyone else.

nothing could beat those fond memories that were shared upon sunghoon, y/n, and their special little girl, seo-ji.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a sigh left y/n as she walked to her ex-husband’s apartment. days had gone by since she was last here to pick her daughter up, and now she’s dropping her off once again.

“be good okay? i know daddy probably misses you a lot,” she muttered, hands moving her daughter’s strands of hair.

“mhm! i will!”

a few knocks on the door were made before it creaked open to the handsome man, sunghoon.

“daddy!” seo-ji yelled, quickly detangling her hands from her mom’s to jump into hoon’s arms.

“seo-ji! how’s my little girl?” he left constant kisses around her cheeks, causing little laughter to burst out of her.

y/n beamed a smile at the sight in front of her. she knew they weren’t a family anymore, but it was somewhat healing to know that they could still share loving moments like this.

she heard her old partner yell out in joy, laughing with their daughter and giving wide grins that still secretly lit up her heart.

she still loved him.

“alright, i’m gonna take off, but be good, seo-ji. i’ll come pick you up some time soon, okay?” y/n mumbled.

her baby girl stood with a pout. “you’re leaving already?” she frowned. “you can’t! i don’t want you to! just stay a little longer in daddy’s house.”

y/n immediately chuckled at her daughter’s words. “i have to go, i have to meet auntie ji-woo and them soon.”

seo-ji’s eyes were quickly filled with tears as her bottom lip puffed out. “please mommy..,”

the mom’s heart shattered at her words but she only sighed.

“i’m sorry baby, i’ll come soon though okay?”

her daughter sighed as well before giving a tight hug around her mom.

sunghoon watched his two girls with soft eyes, heart slightly melting at this cherishing memory.

he loved the little things like this when they were still together.

and the one thing that always made him fall in love with y/n even more was how she always mentioned her hatred for kids, but when their daughter came into their life, she immediately loved her with no resentment.

everything about y/n was his weakness and it still showed because —

he still loved her.

“i’ll miss you,” seo-ji muffled through her sobs.

“i’ll miss you too, seo-ji.” y/n pulled away, wiping the tears from her sweet girl as she placed a soft kiss on her cheeks. “have fun with dad though, he misses you a lot too.”

she glanced up to hoon with a half smile. “okay i have to go because if i’m any later, uncle dae will be scolding me! here’s her backpack.”

the girl raised the bag and allowed sunghoon to take it, letting his fingers softly graze against hers.

there was a flicker — a spark, almost, at their little touch.

something was obviously still alive between the two when they glanced up at each other, eyes quickly shifting back and forth with their unresolved tension.

a linger was made present in the air, both not wanting to break the locked gaze but needing to anyway.

y/n walked away after saying one last goodbye to her daughter, feeling heavily burdened at the weighed pressure in her heart; while sunghoon closed the door behind him, mind and heart painfully filled with the memory of his ex-wife, and the mere thought of how much he loved her.

they knew they couldn’t though.

they shouldn’t, for the sake of their daughter, seo-ji.

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a/n: i just wanted to say as well, that i see the requested oneshots in my inbox, and i will try my best to write them! but it may take me a while, so please be patient with me <3 also someone tell me if this oneshot came out okay bc i wrote this at 3am with tired eyes..

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box953 · 6 months ago

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when you got a pig that good, you don’t eat it in a single sitting.

Idk man i just really fucking like that joke. A really good narrative piece in the same episode that brought you “the artist formerly known as Warren Kepler.” Really love the destruction of characters at the hand of Goddard Futuristics.

Kepler is one of the highest on the food chain before the actual big guns show up but he’s still just a pig. They’re still gonna pick at him. He’s not going to be the exception to Goddard Futuristics fucking over everyone they work with rule. Theoretically he knows that no one’s exempt from this but i dont think that stops him from getting comfortable.

It could happen to him, they could fuck him over, leave him to die, but that’s just a hypothetical. It’s easier to think they won’t use you until there’s nothing left when they only take you down one leg at a time.

#Warren Kepler #wolf 359 #yelling. screaming even. :0]

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thydungeongal · 8 months ago

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I can't imagine what life must be like for you. You wake up every day shitting and pissing yourself with rage because somewhere in the world there are people playing D&D and even worse, playing it WRONG. You don't have to play it with them or even hear about them doing it but the fact that they exist and there's no way for you to stop them will cause you endless torment for the rest of their life. "

Stop homebrewing!!!!" you scream through tears, "Don't you understand that there are other games?" But they do not respond because they do understand, but they know you are mentally incapable of understanding that people who heavily homebrew their games do so because the act of homebrewing a game is the fun they are after. You are doing the equivalent of yelling at someone who plays modded Skyrim because don't they know that Pathologic exists? But they do know Pathologic exists. They do not want to play Pathologic. They want to play modded Skyrim. Because modding the game IS the fun they are having. For them, the modding is the game. And going to play a different game instead would not be the experience they are looking for.

You do not and will never understand that for the majority of the D&D playing population, it is primarily a social activity. A way for them to kick back and hang out and have fun with their friends. The idea that they would factor in the opinions of some random loser on the internet is absurd. You are going up to a group of guys who get together and shoot hoops every friday after work and screaming "NO!!! YOU'RE NOT FOLLOWING THE OFFICIAL NBA RULEBOOK! YOU'RE NOT EVEN KEEPING SCORE!!! TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!! AND WHY DON'T YOU PLAY HOCKEY INSTEAD!!!" But they do not care. This is a recreational activity to bond with people that they care about, and you are such an unlikable little creep that you will never know what that's like.

"I'm just trying to get them to engage with the art form!" you lie, "Only playing one game is like only reading one book or only watching one movie!" Except that the average number of ttrpgs that the average person has played is still 0, and even when you count all people who have ever played D&D, the vast majority are people who played a couple of games and then never got back to it. You're acting like this is some massive moral social disease that needs to be cured to solve the anti-intellectualism problem in society as opposed to being the niche hobby of a small portion of the population.

"I just want to show people how great other games are," you lie, because if you actually did want that you would spend your time talking about your favorite games and what makes them great instead of spending all your free time insulting D&D players for the fact that they don't already play these games. I love so many TTRPGS and there are so many others that I would love to get to play, but I can't talk to people about them because so many D&D players first exposure to other game is people like you screaming at them that "EVERYONE WHO PLAYS D&D INSTEAD OF MY GAME IS A FUCKING MORON IDIOT FASCIST WHO SHOULD BE SHOT" and it immediately turns them off from wanting to try those games.

Like maybe if more of you spend your time talking about how cool your last game was, posting session diaries online, discussing your favorite mechanical interactions, posting actual play podcasts or youtube videos, that would entice people to want to try, but in order to do that you would have to understand what having fun playing a game feels like, and you fundamentally don't.

You are the worst thing to happen to the hobby you're actively sabotaging people from wanting to try new games. Honestly Hasbro should be paying you for doing their work for them, making it look like if people leave D&D to try other systems they'll be surrounded by people who scream at and insult them nonstop.

At this point D&D is popular because it is popular. If I want to play D&D, I know I can find a group. If I dig harder, I know I can find one of the other big names (call of cthulhu, vampire the masquerade, pathfinder, MAYBE shadowrun) but finding a full table of people who are all interested in playing a more obscure game (and not even super obscure, even stuff like monster of the week or blades in the dark), and specifically who all want to play the SAME more obscure game? That's really challenging and you strike out a lot, and the fact is hat people get into this hobby because they actually want to fucking play game, not sit around imagining what it would be like to play and then argue with people on the internet.

And the funniest part of all this bullshit is that it literally does not effect you in the slightest. Those five friends hanging out after a hard week of work roleplaying about kissing elves in their basement half a world away are not going to break into your house and make you play D&D and play it their way. It shouldn't upset you but it does, because you are an unhappy person and rather than acknowledge that and deal with it you would rather put the blame for how you feel on some random people you have never met and will never meet, so you spend all your time on the internet frothing at the mouth with rage, trying as hard as you can to make everyone else as miserable as you are.

But it doesn't work, because those people aren't reading your posts. They are having fun kissing elves in the dungeon, blissfully unaware of what some miserable, unpleasant assholes on the internet think about it. They are having fun with their favorite hobby and you are not, and a hobby will never be defined by the 1% of people who spend all their time complaining that the other 99% are doing it wrong, it's defined by what the 99% of people involved are actually doing, and that's what makes you mad and that's what makes you such a fucking worthless loser.

Your mistake is assuming that when I write about RPGs, even critically, that I'm having a bad time, but I actually enjoy the intellectual exercise of thinking about the things I enjoy critically. You should try it too! :)

Also I'm very glad that you've really nailed down on my ideology of "everyone who plays D&D instead of my game is an idiot fascist who must be shot," a thing I am always saying and am in fact famous for saying.

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lizes-posts · 18 days ago

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You wanted war

Warnings: smut ( just a little)

The hallway was nearly empty, filled only with the distant roar of the crowd and the electric hum of satisfaction buzzing in Y/N’s head. She peeled off her gloves, slow and smug, one finger at a time. That smirk on her lips said it all.

She’d just cost Jey Uso his match.

Judgment Day: 1. Bloodline: 0.

Finn was still out in the ring talking his shit, but her work was done. Y/N strutted past the crates and production lights, her dark gear hugging every curve, her body still running high on adrenaline—and a bit of spite.

Then she heard it.

Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Aggressive.

“Yo.”

She barely had time to turn before her back slammed against the wall with a deep thud. The air rushed from her lungs as her shoulder blades hit steel.

Jey Uso.

Dripping in sweat. Eyes feral. Jaw clenched. His chest heaved like he’d been yanked straight out of hell—and he looked like he was ready to drag her down with him.

“You think this a fuckin’ game, huh?” he growled, pressing his forearm across her chest—not choking her, but letting her feel that weight. That control.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She licked her lips, staring up at him with heat in her eyes. “Looks like I won.”

“You cost me my match.”

“You should be thanking me. That shit was boring anyway.”

He stepped in closer, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her mouth. “Don’t play with me, girl.”

Her voice dropped, sultry and venomous. “Or what, Jey? You gonna throw another tantrum? Or maybe…”

She dragged her fingers down the middle of his chest, grazing the sweat-slicked abs she’d definitely been sneaking looks at for weeks.

“…maybe you finally admit all that yelling’s just ‘cause you wanna fuck me.”

His jaw ticked. That was it. That snapped something loose in him.

He didn’t say a word—just grabbed her waist, yanked her forward, and crashed their lips together with a growl. The kiss was wild, teeth clashing, lips bruising. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pinned her thigh up against his waist, grinding against her through their gear like he was already inside her.

She moaned into his mouth, breath ragged. “You mad or just horny?”

“Both,” he growled, trailing hot kisses down her jaw and biting her neck.

“Shhh,” he warned. “You want Roman hearing you scream my name?”

She smirked through the ache. “Maybe I do.”

He spun her around and slammed her against the wall, chest flush to her back, one hand twisted in her hair, the other gripping her ass as she rolled her hips back against his hard-on.

“Fuck this,” he hissed.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the hallway exit, glancing back at him with a daring look. “Then come prove it.”

They didn’t even make it five steps into her locker room before it started again. He kicked the door shut, spun her around, and shoved her against it. Her lips were swollen, her thighs trembling, but she was far from done.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen, huh?” he muttered, forehead pressed to hers. “That hallway shit’s gonna get us caught.”

She just smiled, breathless and wrecked already. “So punish me.”

He chuckled darkly, kissed her again—messy, deep—and dropped to his knees, dragging her gear down roughly. She stepped out of it, barely keeping balance.

He spread her thighs wide and dove in.

His mouth was fucking ruthless.

He licked her like he hated her. Like he owned her. Tongue flat, then pointed, lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard, pulling moan after moan from her until she was grabbing his braids and grinding against his face.

“Fuck—Jey…”

“You done talkin’ yet?” he muttered, voice muffled against her pussy, chin soaked.

She gasped, shuddering. “You tell me.”

Then he stood, towering over her. One hand wrapped gently but firmly around her throat. The other? Wrapped around his thick, aching cock—already hard, already leaking.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

She hesitated.

So he spun her himself, bent her over the bench, yanked her bottoms to her knees, and kicked her legs wide.

“I said… turn. Around.”

Her breath caught.

The second he slid inside her, she cried out. One brutal, claiming thrust that knocked her forward.

“Fuck, Jey—”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grunted. “Ain’t got so much to say now, huh?”

He started pounding into her, relentless and raw, hips smacking against her ass, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair as he dragged her back onto his cock over and over.

Her eyes rolled back. Every stroke hit that perfect spot. He wasn’t fucking her—he was breaking her.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, slamming into her harder. “You fuck with the Bloodline just to get my dick?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes—fuck—just like that, don’t stop…”

He yanked her up by the hair, forced her to arch into him, every inch of him hitting deeper.

“You don’t belong to them anymore,” he growled in her ear. “You’re mine now. Say it.”

She whimpered, overwhelmed. So he slammed into her again—harder.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!” she gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m yours, Jey! Fuck, I’m—shit—I’m gonna come—”

“Then fucking come,” he snarled, one hand pressing to her stomach, the other rubbing tight circles over her clit.

“Come all over this dick.”

Her body exploded—legs shaking, voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her. He held her together as she unraveled, still thrusting into her as she fell apart.

Then he pulled out, stroking himself fast, breathing heavy.

“Turn around. Look at me.”

She did.

He locked eyes with her as he came—hot, messy spurts all over her lower back and ass—growling her name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Fuck… Y/N…”

Silence.

Only their breathing filled the room.

He grabbed a towel, cleaned her off slowly, his touch suddenly soft—before smacking her ass hard enough to make her yelp.

“Round three’s when you apologize for talkin’ all that shit,” he said with that cocky smirk.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, sweat glistening on her skin, hair a mess, lips parted.

“You better keep me quiet next time then,” she whispered, “’cause I’ve still got a lot to say.”

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demie90s · 2 months ago

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Dance Breakk

So i was thinking about a concept where reader used to dance or still currently does majorette or something like that and during halftime she comes on the court and just does a lil dance or maybe she does a little choreography with like 2 of her teammates after they win to be a lil funny. And in the concept that she does a halftime dance maybe she does it with a few other professional dancers or a team and surprises her whole team because they didn't know she could dance. If you choose to go the majorette dance, when we usually do dance performances we either do stands, which are tiny ripple chorography's that we do in the stands of the court or arena or we do full out half time performance's.

Again you dont have to majorette, you can do regular dance too.

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Oh boo. Don’t you know. I watch dancing dolls. Yeah. I am majorette. 😭 Ok but in all seriousness I have only watched. I have no clue what I’m writing bear with me!!

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Dance Break

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: They knew reader could ball. They did not know she could dance like that. When halftime rolls around and reader hits the court in full glam with a majorette squad or professional dancers at her back, the team loses their minds.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff, humor, team reactions, playful flex, shock and awe

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None—just sweaty palms, weak knees, and girls gasping in gay

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.3k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “WHO TAUGHT YOU TO MOVE LIKE THAT?” / “Don’t look at me, I’m blushing.” / “Nah. Be so real. You did a toe touch and made eye contact with me. What’s that about?” / “I need water. I need Jesus.”

I didn’t tell them.

Not a soul. Not Paige, not Nika, definitely notKK.

They knew me as the calm one. The one who stretched in silence, stayed locked in, barely cracked a smile until the scoreboard hit 0:00.

But they didn’t know this part of me.

Didn’t know about the hours I spent in another life—on the field, under stadium lights, moving like my body was built for rhythm and heat and high kicks.

Didn’t know I used to eat up halftime shows like they owed me money.

Until tonight. I walked off the court at halftime, towel around my neck, ignoring the team’s questions when I dipped past the locker room and kept going.

“Where you going?”

“Did she forget something?”

“Why’d she bring a separate bag?”

They’re still asking when the lights drop. And then the music hits. Heavy drumline. Southern brass. That bounce.

I step onto the court in a completely different fit—custom two-piece, rhinestoned top, cut-off shorts that glitter under the spotlight. My hair’s slicked, edges laid, lashes full. And behind me? My old dance girls. Full formation. Tight. Smiling.

The crowd starts screaming before we even move.

I hear Nika first.

“WAIT A MINUTE.”

Then KK: “Is that—OH HELL NO.”

And then Paige, already grabbing her phone: “She did not hide this from us.”

We hit our first set hard. Ripples, toe touches, floor slap, hair flip—all sharp, no hesitation. I don’t even blink. My body knows what to do.

It’s hips and heels and attitude. A strut down center court, a drop to the floor, a fast eight-count of pure filth. I hit a split so clean the ref on the sideline audibly gasps. The crowd’s roaring. But I’m not listening for them.

I’m listening for the girls. For my team.

“Oh, I’m not okay,” Ashlynn breathes.

“She’s got jumps?!” Bri shrieks.

“IS SHE LOOKING AT ME?!” Paige yells, borderline hysterical.

I wink. I definitely make eye contact. Then I hit a windmill, flip my hair, and throw a little solo eight-count straight toward their bench. They lose it.

KK’s on the floor like she’s been shot.

Nika’s standing on the bench yelling “THAT’S MY GIRL” like it’s a final.

Aaliyah just covers her face and mutters, “I can’t even look at her right now. I’m embarrassed. She’s so fine. I’m embarrassed.”

The dance ends in a pyramid pose. I’m in the center. Chest heaving. Grinning. And as I walk off—slow, strut-heavy, towel tossed back over my shoulder—I glance at them one time and say:

“What? Y’all thought all I could do was hoop?”

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elliesglock · 2 months ago

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AI BABY ANALYSIS

so most of this live is spent without pazzi because they off doing sum freaky nasty in their dorm room or sum and can't join the party. big shocker i know. since there's not much from pazzi in this live this is gonna be a tiny analysis. hopefully you know how i like to yap. so welcome to part 458493 of redoing my analyses cause i nuked my account.

i'm gonna post the part 2 of the live because that's when paige and azzi decide to come up for air and join the gang. all time stamps in this analysis will be from that part 2 video i will link. okay guys girls and theys. these bitches are a freaky mess. 0:12 so everybody's vibing right and watching aubrey edits and then they start looking off into the distance and waving their hands for whoever just walked in to come in. now they're screaming and yelling and going NUTSOOOO right. and to me it's a teasy thing like they always do. they always scream and yell when paige and azzi join lives cause that's how we are and they think it's funny. but the energy gives this friend group's couple just walked in and everybody's excited, yelling and screaming to me funny. even aubrey is like yall have got to chill. they first start yelling at paige and personally i think it's because azzi's hidden behind her in the door and they think it's just her. their faces to me are like girl you're here but where's ur other half bookie! then eventually (i'm assuming azzi makes a face and comes into their sight due to jana's banshee screaming) because they all laugh and say azziii! and they don't look surprised at all. they're all so casual with the idea that paige and azzi walked in to together, this is an everyday thing. it's always assumed that where you see one you'll find the other because they just linger around each other that much. that's what this whole live gives. they off camera for most of it but it's sooooo noticeable how their friends act around them and treat them like a couple cause that's how they know them to be, insert example one how they react to them walking in. 0:30 azzi and paige poke their faces in the live to tease us and it's sooooo cute and why do they lowkey look exactly the same. idk this soulmate bs really messing around with them. kayla goes up to hug them and it feels sooo coupley, like i said being the friend groups couple. the friends all come to hug and say hi and ask how yall are doing because the love between you pulls people in, if that makes sense? i find it so sweet kayla went to hug them like they're everybody's moms who are in love with each other and in the best relationship known to man. it's also so prevalent in how jana looks at them, she just admires them so much it's so apparent in her eyes. because who wouldn't be happy watching their friends be that happy with their person. UGH OKAY WERE MOVING ON IM SICK. 1:00-1:19 alright yall im gonna get a little sick and twisted here and talk about the significance IN MY LIFE AND THOUGHTS of whatever the fuck is going w paige's hair in this live. it's in this like thrown up low bun kinda thing. and in a way it reminds me of a bun you put ur hair in when ur going down on.......yk. like u toss ur hair back and put it up quickly to get started and thats what her hair gives. she looks so lesbianism in this live im goofed. she also has this slow kinda walk to her and this goofy, playful energy around her that tells me she just got some before she walked in. this might be insane to put but im just saying it hardens my theory that they were busy doing something before they came to join. maybe kayla texted them to come over mid session and they came after yk. 1:19 also azzi kinda lingers in the back when paige goes to goof off with aubrey and it so gives she's watching her wife goof off with her buds and she's like shaking her head but in a lovey dovey wife way. idk just my projection but it def gives that. also everybody has this sus and funny ass look on their face watching paige walk cause hg is struggling bad. okay again im gonna be insane and say something, but to me paige's whole demeanor and look and fit and everything about her screams she just got kissed silly in bed for a bit, like she JUST rolled out of bed with her girl and came straight over. this is crazy to say but her energy gives she's been heavily loved that day and idk that sound weird but i can just see azzi holding, kissing, and loving on her in bed before they came and she still has that meek,

shy (only azzi) kinda facade on.

3:10 and this might constitute the teasy behavior they display in this next bit. so paige is talking to jana and then realizes she doesn't have her phone. idk if azzi is scrolling on it (she prob is) or if it's just laying near azzi, but paige asks azzi if she can have her phone. also the way she says please ugh that's your girl i know, i know ur so polite to her. this has been pointed out before on different accounts, but it seems as though azzi grabs her arm or hand and holds it and starts playing it. almost like she's playing with her fingers and hands because u can see paige's arm move. and she gets SUPERRRR tense like the kinda tense you get when ur pretty girlfriend is being touchy and teasy. she zones out because that's just what paige does when azzi touches her, it's literally like she's powering up everytime her girl even gets near her. and she's staring at the phone screen almost absentmindedly while her attention is subconsciously on azzi touching her. she has this awkward tense body language at the same time that doesn't paint a very single and not in a relationship picture lemme tell u. i just really love how paige responds to azzi. she's so sensitive to touch when it comes to her and it shows to me she really loves her and goes nuts when azzi even does anything close to fufilling her love language which i personally think is touch. and omg ill never forget the look on her face after she asks a few more times if azzi would please hand her phone to her. she accepts azzi just wants to hold her hand and she gets this little grinny/smirky look on her face like mmmm yeah that's my girl. LIKE SHES SO SMUG WHEN AZZI IS TOUCHY OMG I LOVE IT SO BAD. it's one of my favs cause paige really enjoys that shit. she wants to be claimed and she wants azzi to initiate, as one does yk, because it FEELS good to be wanted by someone you love so much. we never have to worry about it that spark ever goes away or if they get more casual as the years go on cause a sign of a healthy couple is ALWAYS if they still get nervous and smiley when their partner gets near/touchy w them. 3:24 eventually azzi lets go of paige's hand after she gives that look and she puts her hand down next to her. it also just screams to me that azzi DID have her arm or her hand because why else would paige just keep her arm there for no reason. after this, azzi seems so eager to give paige her phone back cause she knowsssss she's been touchy w her girl all day long and she just wanted to sneak in a little extra too around the familiarity of their friends. i ain't hating ur game azzi i know it.

3:34 now this next part :(((. it makes me so emotional omg im about to get my period but UGH it's literally so perfect, and sweet, and human the way they love each other. makes me want to put their love in a jar and never let anyone else have it. jana is showing paige a tik tok after she gets her phone back. she clicks on it and paige kinda reads through the slides and then her whole face lights up. SPECIFICALLY when a certain slide pops up she gets this huge shocked, happy face and laughs. now this specific slide is very dear to me because it's an AGENDA. it's an ai baby of what paige's kids would look like and i honestly think the original creator was being messy because they all look like paige and azzi's kids and not like one she just put in a random generator. ANYWHO. everybody around the phone looks at the video and smiles so wide at it. and it's very evident this is something that touches paige a lot cause she seems SO almost appreciative in her looks towards azzi but we'll get into that in a second. THIS MESSY BITCH JANA goes to the slide that paige was smiling at and says "this is yalls" AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT kayla's i don't have a poker face ass looks STRAIGHT at azzi as jana says it. perfectly describing to us whose kid it is. WE KNOW WHICH COUPLE IT IS THANKS KAYLA. idk the friends reactions get me cause again they admire their relationship so much and cheer it on so much that they'll send videos to paige about this being "their" kid. now paige just makes me so emotional during this clip and idk if it's the music in the background or if i wanna be loved this hard but the way she looks at azzi :( azzi's kinda confused bc she hasn't read through the whole tt yet and paige doesn't really wanna show the live what tt video it is because i honestly think she wants to keep it to herself. but paige looks up at azzi almost mapping her out and you can SEE how bad she wants a future w azzi reflects in her eyes when she looks at her. she sees the ai baby and she's like omg i want a life w this girl so bad. STOP, DEADASS IM STOPPING THE ANALYSIS THIS IS BS 💔. ugh one day these beautiful girls will be blessed w a marriage and babies and i'll be cheering them on so bad :(. i know they want it and i can see how much they want to have a future w one another and i think that's why this live makes me so emotional.

so it's a little more quiet from now on, i did yap so ofc there's more for yall to read and i stretched out this small ass live. i'm so bad w yapping my apologies. 7:11 paige kinda gives us permission to look at her girl for a second cause she wants everybody to see her so she turns to the camera to show everyone azzi the princess is here! she's like guys look at my gf!! she's so pretty! but you're only allowed to look at her when i say so! okay greedy ass we get it. oh look at me i'm paige bueckers and have an amazing relationship w this beautiful woman i've been in love with since i was born like OKAYYYYY.

grand finale folks:

they don't kiss BYE!

8:43 okay i'm kidding. now i don't know what was decided between paige and azzi because these next sequence of events tells me azzi decided to stay back for a second instead of leaving w paige. and ill explain why. paige waves goodbye to the camera and shuffles past everyone to wear azzi is standing off camera. the girls are watching tik toks and its very loud. i guess paige assumed since the music was on she could sneak a good bye kiss to azzi real quick but she gets caught oopsieeeeeee. personally at 8:48 i hear the kiss. it's def a goodbye kiss that paige is giving azzi as she says to aubrey she's going to go do some organizing or unloading or sum and she's leaving. it's like a bye baby i'll see u later kinda peck that accidentally gets caught cause they're so close to the camera. and ofc because this is always a teller, everybody's reaction around them makes me think they're like oh shit did the camera pick that up. cause kayla peeps it cause she can obv see more than we do and her eyes kinda widen before she looks back down at the phone to give them privacy and not draw attention. ice brady was in everybody's spirits this night. but yes i think paige kissed azzi rq to say goodbye and maybe said she loves her or sum like that. it's a quick kiss cause they're seeing each very soon again and that's the vibes.

here's what everyone anticipated the long awaited ai live analysis. hope you enjoyed and happy reading! feel free to leave ur thoughts as well pookies!! 💗

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sanjisleggy · 6 months ago

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this love of mine (trafalgar law x reader) [pt1]

summary: Trafalgar Law’s sudden discovery of your past ties to Straw Hat Luffy and Fire Fist Ace leaves his emotions in shambles

a/n: it’s my first time writing for Law and i’m a bit nervous but imma try my best!! i’m basing my interpretation of his personality on his appearance so far in punk hazard + some fics i’ve read of him before ;;0;; i’ve been struggling with this for like almost 3 days now so imma split this into 2 parts and hope the second part isn’t as tough to write :’D

contents: set during Sabaody Archipelago arc w/ spoilers (?) from Luffy’s childhood, Luffy’s older sister!reader, Law has to deal with his feelings and is a Mess, Ace is causing trouble without even being physically present, jealousy, insecurity, angst

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part 2

as Trafalgar Law watches the infamous Straw Hat captain sucker punch a Celestial Dragon, the very last thing he expects to hear is you shouting the boy’s name.

“Luffy?!” you nearly scream, jumping out of your seat beside your captain. all of the eyes that were initially glued to the ruckus now turn to you, including that of Monkey D. Luffy; and it isn’t lost on Law how the furious scowl on the younger man’s face almost instantly morphs into a giant smile.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy yells in return as he waves his arms around wildly. “i can’t believe you’re here! you made it, too!!”

Law is vaguely aware of Shachi and Penguin whispering animatedly to each other behind him but he can’t really be bothered to listen to them right now, not when you so recklessly leap into action once the fighting begins.

he and Bepo watch silently as you strike guard after guard with your signature weapon–a long metal pipe–while you move in tandem with Straw Hat Luffy. it’s almost seamless, the way he and you work around each other’s moves, as if the other’s fighting pattern is almost engraved into your very muscles.

“woah, what the hell?” Shachi comments aloud. “i never knew (Y/N) was friends with Straw Hat. did you, captain?” Law only manages a loose shake of his head, a million thoughts running through his mind as he continues to observe how different you seem as you fight beside Luffy.

in all the years Law has known you, you’ve always struck him as a level-headed fighter and an overall extremely calm and collected person–it’s one of the many reasons he fell for you to begin with. and yet here you are, having leapt into action seemingly without a second thought, all for a boy Law didn’t even know you were associated with until right now.

“you guys don’t think she hid this from us on purpose, right?” Penguin suggests in a tone tinged with slight embarrassment, as though uncomfortable at the idea of even thinking you’d been wilfully hiding something from everyone.

“no… she must’ve had a reason…” Bepo replies, idly hugging Law’s sword as his eyes continue to trace your movements at the front of the auction house. he winces when you land a particularly harsh blow against one of the Celestial Dragon’s guards.

as the conversation awkwardly dies out, Law can’t help but feel the eyes of his crewmates looking his way almost expectedly. he doesn’t blame them, after all, it’s no secret you’ve been dating for quite a while now. if anyone was to be the most shocked at this discovery, it’d have to be him.

“and here i was thinking you were never gonna wake up,” an unfamiliar voice spoke as Law’s eyes fluttered open. head spinning, he groaned and tried to rub his face with his hands, only to wince when a sharp pain bloomed over his palms. “your hands got burned a bit. i don’t think they’ll scar but you shouldn’t try to move them so much for now.”

“who are you?” he croaked as he blinked away the blurriness in his vision and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar room. “where am i?”

“i’m (Y/N) and i don’t know where we are,” you replied simply. “all i know is that you almost died and i saved your life.”

“why?”

“do i need a reason?”

the sudden sound of a gunshot tears across the auditorium and is followed by a cacophony of gasps as all eyes turn to the stage where just mere seconds ago, one of the Celestial Dragons stood with a gun pointed at a mermaid.

Law feels his heart sink when he realises what you’ve done.

standing on wobbly knees, you let your pipe fall to the ground with a loud clang. before you lies the unconscious body of a lady Celestial Dragon with her gun now sitting a few metres away from her unmoving hand.

you’d moved without thinking after seeing the way Luffy and his crewmates shouted when the mermaid’s life was put in danger. the dots connected in your head and it gave you all the reason you needed to risk it all for his friend.

he is, after all, your beloved baby brother.

“(Y/N)!” two distinct voices cry your name at the same time as blood begins to pour out of your stomach, the warm red liquid seeping through your fingers as you clutch your wound in vain. out of the corner of your eye, you can see Luffy sprinting towards you but out of instinct, you scan the scattering crowd in search of your captain.

the moment your eyes meet, you’re shambled into his arms.

“what’s the matter with you?!” Law hisses under his breath before he lays you down carefully on the ground. “you’re never this reckless. why’d you–”

“hey! you!” Luffy barks, pointing a finger in your partner’s direction. in true Luffy-fashion, he completely ignores the countless guards and marines as they continue to charge towards him, only to get beaten down by his crewmates before they can even get close. “give me my big sister back!”

“SISTER?!” exclaims a chorus of voices, a combination of his crew and your own.

you can only manage a sheepish smile when Law glances down at you with a flabbergasted look on his face.

ii.

“you should join my crew.” he’d spoken so casually, as though such a proposition wasn’t potentially life-changing for a lone wolf like yourself.

after you managed to find his crew mates and lead them back to your temporary hideout, you’d been invited onto their submarine with the offer to drop you off anywhere you’d like. unable to think of any place in particular, you decided to stick around for a bit and before you knew it almost six months had passed by.

“i mean, you’ve stuck around this long,” Law continued after realising you weren’t going to respond any time soon, “you must trust us to some capacity, right?”

he’d hit the bullseye without even trying.

you liked the Heart Pirates, you really did, but your journey from the very day you departed from your home island was wrought with hurt and betrayal. after countless encounters with scummy captains and their shitty crews, you swore you’d go solo until you could find one of your brothers again. it didn’t matter which: Ace, Sabo or Luffy.

they were the only ones you could trust, after all.

the commotion dies down after a strong wave of Haki washes over the room, followed by the thuds of countless unconscious bodies unceremoniously hitting the ground. everyone turns their attention to the culprit–everyone except you and the man currently patching you up.

kneeling over you, Law silently sanitises and bandages your gunshot wound after ensuring there wasn’t any fragments left in your flesh. he’d been deadly quiet after Luffy announced to the world his ties to you as your brother and you aren’t entirely sure if this is the regular Law kind of quiet or the bad kind of quiet. something in you heart says it’s the latter and yet your boyfriend tends to your wounds so tenderly, as if he isn’t upset in the slightest.

once he’s done, he even helps you to your feet slowly and carefully, though still not saying a single word.

after a while of watching the Straw Hats speak to an old man who showed up out of nowhere, Luffy comes running your way. it isn’t lost on you how Law’s shoulders tense up in response as he inches closer towards you until the back of his hands brushes against yours.

“(Y/N)!” he laughs before throwing himself against you and pulling you into a tight hug. although it really hurts your wound, you can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his cheek affectionately against yours. “i’ve missed you so much! i can’t believe you’re here of all places! did you see my wanted poster? i have a super awesome crew now, you should meet them–”

Law observes as the Straw Hat captain yaps endlessly whilst you gaze down at him with a softness in your eyes your boyfriend foolishly thought had always been reserved solely for him.

“oh! and i met Ace in Alabasta and he told me to give this to you if i ever see you,” Luffy says as he rummages through his pockets before pulling out a ring strung on a chain. “Ace also told me to tell you that he misses you lots and hopes to see you again soon!”

Ace? surely it’s not Fire Fist Ace? what connection do you have with him, of all people? what else have you been keeping from me?

though, now that he thinks about it, Law never would’ve expected you to be siblings with Straw Hat Luffy, who’s to say you aren’t associated with other infamous pirates? since the day you agreed to be his girlfriend, he’d been under the impression he knows who you are, as you do with him, but now he’s not so sure anymore.

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repulsiveliquidation · 1 year ago

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Did I Cross The Line? || Alexia Putellas

warnings : angst. i am not entirely happy with it but if I kept editing, it would only become worse lol. Loosely inspired by the meaning of ‘Wildflower’ by Billie Eilish.

summary : There were two people to love. Alexia could only have one.

You started off as best friends. Two peas in a pod. One never without the other. You and Alexia were never seen apart from each other. Her mother was like your mother, and vice versa. Both families were like one big one all because Alexia decided she wanted to be friends with you at 4 years old and she kicked a football at you in kindergarten.

You cried, of course, and she got so scared when the teacher scolded her and called her mother to school for it. She sheepishly apologized and when you accepted it, she kissed your cheek where the ball smacked you.

“Mami always kisses my booboos so they feel better faster!”

“Really? My mami does too…”

A football to the face was the price you paid for a girl whom you would give your life for.

That was until Jenni came along.

Alexia looked at her differently. It was new. She’d never been this happy in a relationship before and you could not have been happier for your best friend.

Alexia was someone who loved her friends. She wasn’t shy to show her affection and to boldly display her feelings. You were more reserved and outwardly didn’t like it when she was being touchy.

Deep down though, her touch brought calm to your storm. You were always anxious before games and Alexia knew this; she made sure to stand beside you and hold your hand to squeeze three times before you left the tunnel.

Today, Alexia stood beside you in the tunnel, chatting away to Jenni who was only half listening. Your hands shook with adrenaline and fear, palms itching to reach for Alexia’s hand to calm you down.

The kind of friend she was to you showed itself in times like these. She could feel the fear radiating off you and without even looking back at you, her hand reaches for yours and you feel your body relax and react to the heat from her palm.

“You okay? You look pale,” she whispers, looking concerned at you. You look up at her slightly taller figure and nod, gripping her hand tighter.

“Fine, just nervous for the big game,” you lie, hoping she didn’t see the slight bit of jealousy that creeped into your head.

“You’ll be fine, hermana, we’ll win this.”

You nod again, feeling sweat on your brow. She squeezes your hand three times and faces forwards, walking out while you follow. The game went smoothly and you sailed to a 3-0 win easy peasy.

At training a few days later, you arrive at the changing room a little energized only to be met with screaming.

You stood at the door and listened carefully, not wanting to interrupt anyone when you recognized the voice yelling her head off.

Alexia was yelling.

“She’s my best fucking friend, how could you make me choose?!”

“Well, she’s all you talk about! If I wanted to know her, I would have wanted to date her instead of you!”

“You’re not good enough for her!”

“I’m not good enough?” Jenni laughs, “You’re the one who got rejected when told her I love you while piss fucking drunk! May I add that we were already dating at that point; I knew you loved her and not me!”

”How dare you?!”

You hear bags being zipped and boots clamoring all over the changing room. Alexia storms out of the room and you back away from the door just in time. She doesn’t even see you standing there pretending you didn’t hear them, seeing Jenni try to run after. She, unlike Alexia, notices you standing there looking like a deer in headlights.

“Speak of the devil,” Jenni quips mockingly, “you were listening weren’t you?”

“You didn’t make it hard not to,” you say as you roll your eyes, pushing past Jenni to put your kit bag in your cubby and run after Alexia.

“Ale!” You call, running through the stadium looking for your best friend. She’s sobbing in her car, crying more when you knock on the passenger window gently. The doors unlock and you quietly climb in.

“You heard.”

“I didn’t get there in time to hear all of it, no.”

“Jenni’s leaving,” Alexia takes a deep breath to stop herself from crying before she continues, “and she’s asked me to come with her.”

“Why did you say no?”

The tears start to flow again and she cries harder, now unable to catch her breath. She grabs the steering wheel and still can’t breathe so you take her hands in yours and hope she calms like you do.

Her panic attack exhausts her and she’s in no condition to drive. A quick text to the group chat and you’ve got both your bags in her car and are on the way to her house. She’s passed out in the passenger seat and snoring a little, still holding your hand in the center console.

Your hand holding hers feels familiar and comfortable. You’re sure she’s passed out and can’t really feel anything but unbeknownst to you, she was quite aware of her surroundings and knew she was close to home.

Close to you.

You really don’t want to wake her but you’ve pulled into her driveway and can hear dogs barking so you tap on her shoulder gently. You’re tempted to kiss the back of her hand but you refrain from it, feeling the restraint tug at your heart.

She rouses and smiles softly at you, eyes puffy and nose red. She shuffles into the house with you right behind her.

You make yourself at home, brewing two cups of tea. It fills the house with a lovely smell of jasmine, which eases your anxiety. She takes a mug from you, eyes filling with fresh tears. Her body shakes with fear, brain in overdrive.

She was always open with you. But this time, her lips stayed sealed. It broke your heart.

“Alexia, talk to me,” you whisper, eyes searching for hers. She doesn’t look at you, teary eyes instead glued to the floor.

She sips the tea and it burns her tongue, the sudden rush of pain makes the tears she was fighting with win. They stain her cheeks and reveal her true feelings.

She loved you.

And she has for longer than she cares to admit.

Dating Jenni was just an attempt at denying her feelings. She loved you. But she loved Jenni too.

It was like she was having an out of body experience. She was sitting right in front of you and she had never seen like you she did right this second. But she knew now that she did in fact see you this way.

She looked at you differently from Jenni. She took care of you differently from Jenni. She saw you differently from Jenni. She may have loved both of you, but there was a clear difference.

She did those things differently because she loved you differently.

She didn’t know you felt the same. You loved Alexia too. Boy did your heart break when they first got together. You wanted to break things she got you. You couldn’t wear her clothes you had in your closet anymore. You pulled away when all you wanted to do was crawl into her skin.

You had to lie that day at the bar. You had to break her heart. She loved someone else didn’t she? You couldn’t let her be hung up on someone like you when she had someone like Jenni begging for her attention.

She was La Reina. Two time Ballon d’Or winner. Queen of FC Barcelona.

You were just…you.

“I love you!” Alexia yells; fresh hot tears stream down her face. She looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. There was a clear release of tension in the room and it was magical.

When her lips touched yours, there were feelings shared that could be left unsaid. Feelings only the two of you needed to know. She loved Jenni, and there was a conversation to be had tomorrow but for today, she had all that she needed to make it through the night. And quite possibly the rest of her life.

Alexia pulled you into her lap, hands resting on your waist in a deathly grip, clearly afraid you’d just disappear into thin air.

“I love you too,” you whispered against her lips, feeling her perfect smile adorn her face again.

As Alexia held you in her arms the rest of the night, you realized something. You were not just…you.

You were the girl who took a ball to the face like a champ, though it left your cheek bruised for days, all because a 4 year old was too shy to say hello.

You were the girl who fought a boy twice your size when he tackled Alexia dangerously.

You were the girl who walked in and out of her house like it was your own.

You were the girl so scared of walking out onto the pitch you needed your best friend to hold your hand.

You were the girl Alexia, from the moment she laid her eyes on you at the kindergarten playground, wanted to be friends with her entire life.

You were wanted, needed and cherished by your best friend. But there was more, so much more left for you to uncover.

Was the next step in your relationship a line you wanted to cross?

“Alexia?” you asked, looking back at her. She was smiling and you felt your heart melt. But you remained steadfast.

“Sí?”

“What are you going to say to Jenni?”

Alexia’s smile dropped, her arms around you slacked and her face turned into fear.

What was she going to say to Jenni? She was going to break her heart for sure but what would be the right words? Were there the right words to tell your girlfriend you loved someone else and you were only with her because you were in denial?

The night dragged on that day, on one hand you were over the moon to have Alexia to yourself but you felt bad for Jenni who was also a close friend, knowing she was in for a day she would want over as fast as possible tomorrow.

“Jenni, just listen to me, please!”

“There’s nothing to listen to, you’re in love with her and not me. Moving away was a good idea, that way I won’t be a constant reminder of a barrier in your relationship,” Jenni says calmly, standing right in front of the door outside the changing room. She turns, a pained smile on her face.

“You two deserve each other. Please don’t break her heart like you did mine.”

Alexia asked you to wait outside and you did, trying your best not to eavesdrop like before. Jenni walks out and you can see how hard she’s trying not to cry. She sees you and sits beside you, an awkward silence in the air. There was a war going on inside you, one that made your anxiety skyrocket. You were shaking, sweat building up on your brow. You tried to hold your own hand to no avail. It was nothing like Alexia’s palm in yours.

Jenni takes your sweaty palm and rubs the back with her other.

“Please don’t feel like this is your fault,” she starts, looking at your hand in hers. “We were having problems from the start. She has always loved you in a way that was reserved only for you.”

You look at her and tears of your own begin to prickle. You felt bad for her; you should be comforting her since she was the one affected by all this and yet here she was comforting you.

“Jenni…”

“No, please. She loved me,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “but she loved you more. More than anything in this world. She told me she was terrified of losing you when we got together. She was always your girl. She was never mine to love.”

Jenni stands, leaving your hand in your lap and using hers to wipe her tears.

“She always wished I was you," Jenni says, taking a deep breath, "now she’s got her wish. I just hope she doesn't regret it.”

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dckweed · 7 months ago

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. abuse is depicted in this one right off the bat,ptsd/nightmares, panty sniffing, face sitting, over stim, biting, squirting, i think our wolf just hates us okay? because everytime i write her, she comes out so mean.

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PART THREE: hurts si’

“You dumb bitch, look what you did!” Glass clattered and a hand made contact with your face, causing something to drop from your hands as they flew to your face for protection, a whimper leaving your puckered lips as sharp shards scatter about the ground and imbed in the skin of your legs, stinging. “Are you fuckin’ dropping shit now? Huh?” Another blow, this one landing on your ear, causing it to ring and your eyes to blur for a moment as you wobbled on the balls of your feet, swaying from side to side. The man yelling at you was larger than you, older. His breath was hot and sour as he screamed in your face, his words sounding a million miles away as you tried to focus. What had you done this time? It wasn’t you that had knocked over the glass of water..you weren’t even near that side of the table..it was all your brother, all the boy who sat and watched as your father threatened to beat you black and blue again for something that you didn’t do.

The ringing becomes too much, you fall to your knees and groan, head pounding and eyesight blurry, you barely notice the shards of whatever dish had fallen from your hands pushing further into the skin of your shins as you sink to the rough wood floor of the kitchen.

“...OFF THE FUCKING FLOOR, OMEGA!” He screamed, your hearing seeming to come back around, or maybe he just bellowed loud enough to overpower the ringing..you shook violently, fear and pain ringing through your body as he grabbed you by the hair on your scalp, dragging you across the ground, pushing the sharp bits of glass deeper into your skin..you would have to go digging to get them out now..

“No!NO! Papa, Papa please!” Your voice was frantic, shrill eyes wide as they finally focused enough to comprehend where he was pulling you off to, the familiar dingey wooden door of your own personal hell hole coming into sight. You’d only just been allowed out after..you couldn’t even remember how long..long enough that the days blurred together and you couldn’t tell how many tomorrows had come and passed. “No! I’ll be good, i’ll be good!” You clawed at his arm above you, trying desperately to pry his alpha strength off of your head, kicking your legs in an effort to slow him down, to buy yourself enough time to talk him out of it.

“There’s no such thing as a good Omega, you’re living proof!” He growls, throwing open the deadbolt to the door before swinging it open. The darkness awaiting you seemed thicker than usual. “You all deserve to be punished! To be hid, to be locked away and never looked at again! You deserve to be treated like the runts and vermin you fucking are! Your mother tricked me into thinking that she was sweet and innocent, that she needed me to protect her, to fill her with little alpha pups, and then she gave me you! And then you killed her when you breathed life and stole hers, and i saw you for what you are, nothing but a conniving, evil monster!” He held your hair tightly at the top of the stairs, forcing you to look up into his eyes as he ranted at you, for something that you didn’t even remember. Weren’t capable of remembering..

He raised you off of your feet and your eyes widened, a shrill plea leaving your chest “NO, NO! N-AHHGH!”

Simon lay in bed, hands balled into fists behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, the moon dancing across it as it shined through his window, jaw clenched as he listened to you whimper and moan through the thin wall separating your room from his. His senses were on high alert, his wolf haywire in his mind. It took every ounce of self control he had not to jerk off to the smell of you, once he started he knows he probably wouldn’t ever stop, not until he’d had the real thing and not just the thought of you. He knew that his cock was probably going to be perpetually hard now, never going to go down until he’d stuffed the meaty length of it into your sweet smelling cunt, not until he’d fucked it good and stuffed it full of his pups would he even be able to think like a normal alpha again.

The smell of you was intoxicating. It flooded his senses and over powered his mind. You were sweet smelling, decadent he could even say. He had noted it before you’d been in heat but now that you were, even in just the beginning stages, it was more powerful, more endearing and mouth watering. It was enough to make a man forget how to behave. It was enough to drive an Alpha into delirium, to trigger his own rut.

He grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to think about anything other than you, shoving a knife into someone's chest, pizza and a cheap pint, johnny- no! Not that scottish prick! His wolf howled and he grunted, fisting his own hair just to feel something to keep himself grounded. Johnny wouldn’t shut his trap, his intrusive thoughts and his lack of a thought process allowing him to just blurt out how good you smelled, he could just hear his voice in his head, could hear him “Bet that lit’le cunt is nie’ n warm, wet ‘n sloppy, eh LT? Smells like a fookin’ dream..” He was just shooting up in bed with a growl at imaginary Johnny when your scream pierced his ears, his bedroom door slammed against the wall, ricocheting as he busted through yours after flying down the hallway, practically ripping it off of its hinges. He looked around wildly, looking for any sign of an intruder, ready to fight off some stray Alpha or Beta that might have followed your pheromones from town in hopes of mating and breeding you against your will in the middle of the night.

He saw nobody, saw nothing but you thrashing wildly in the middle of the king sized bed you had built your nest upon, spotting the hoodie he’d shrugged off of his body and laid in the middle of your spot while you took a hot bath earlier in the day, satisfied that he could leave you alone with something to scent to help calm you down. He had paid enough attention in Omega anatomy class to remember that that was something that you guys craved, and just the scent of a strong Alpha could help ease the pain wrought by your heat. You were in pain, he decided, that was why you had screamed as you had, there was nothing for him to protect you from, nothing for him to keep you safe from in your vulnerable state.

He had just wrestled his wolf back from the forefront of his mind and was slowly backing away from your bed and back towards the hallway when you let loose another scream, this one was one of pure terror. You were sat straight up in bed, his fight or flight triggered, he throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around you as he throws you back down, tucking you into his body as he looses a mean growl, baring his teeth as he looked all about, trying to find what you were so terrified of.

“No!NO!” You screamed, thrashing and bucking under him, your eyes squeezed shut. He looks down at you, wolf going crazy. “Help her! HELP HER YOU BIG DUMB OAF CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S SCARED?!” His wolf whimpered, howled, only making Simon’s heart race more as he tried to form a coherent thought.

“Rosie..” He grunted, patting your face lightly, still clutching you to his body as best as he could, legs on either side of you as he hovered over you on the bed. “Rosie, lovie, wake up-wake up, lovie..” He patted your face, again, a little harder this time and your eyes finally fluttered, looking up at him.

“S’mon?” You whispered, hands clutching the chest of his tank top from where your arms were trapped between the both of your bodies, unable to move with his weight pressed against yours. “Had a bad dream..”

He sighs, head leaning down so his forehead is touching yours, noses brushing against each other. “I know, lovie, i know.” He says after a moment, shifting his body so that you’re laying on top of him, using his chest and shoulders as a pillow, legs entwined with his own. All thoughts of breeding you gone and out the window for now, his only thought and instinct to keep you safe. “Not goin’ anywhere okay? Gonna stay right

‘ere an’ keep you safe..”

And he did, letting you doze back off on top of him, his mind still reeling as he tried to imagine exactly what had happened in that head of yours to make you scream with such terror, to have you so scared that he could feel your body shaking. He wanted, no he needed to know so that he could make sure you were never scared of it again. So he could take it and obliterate it for ever making you feel anything but safe under the same roof as him.

Eventually, his wolf and his mind calmed down and he was able to lull himself into a light sleep of his own, his arms not moving from around you.

You wake to a warmth spread from your head to your toes, a dampness to your skin that had you wriggling out of your sleep shirt with eyes closed still, not registering the soft body beneath you until you went to plop your head back down and it didn’t sink into the soft down of your pillow, but the scraggly hairs of a muscular, wide chest that was poking out of the top of a gray tank top, the kind a man would wear under his tshirt if he wanted the extra layers, or sleep in, you supposed. You knew immediately that it was Simon and as if on cue your wolf fought her way to to the front of your mind, your aching cunt clenching around nothing but your sopping panties as you realized that your mound wasn’t too far from where his cock would be, your leg thrown over his waist, held there by one of his large, meaty hands gripping your equally meaty thigh.

“Look at him, our pretty Alpha..so handsome, so strong..” She wasn’t wrong, he was pretty. His skull mask was nowhere to be found, and to say it was strange to not see it adorned on his face would be an understatement, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Want to give him pretty little pups, let him fill us, please, please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise!” You groan, trying to shut her voice out, though it was hard to do. At this stage, your mind belonged to her, this was her time, and you had always let it be, but you hadn’t had an Alpha home during your heat in..awhile.

You let your eyes roam over his face for a while, failing to notice the way his breathing changes as he fully wakes up, aware of your gaze. He has such a strong jaw, a strong, handsome face, sweet looking even, you would say, despite the scars lingering along his pale skin. Your lips quiver at the realization that someone had probably put them there and that thought alone made you want to cry because how could anyone ever want to hurt this perfect specimen of an alpha? His nose is terribly crooked, as if it had been broken on more than one occasion..you would know, yours had been broken at least three times that you remembered. You wanted to sit on it. To feel his nose brush against your aching, throbbing clit, to feel his scruff of a beard that had grown over night against the apex of your thighs, leaving beard burn as he fucks you with his wet, strong tongue.

You don’t notice that your hips are bucking against the side of his hard stomach, don’t realize you’ve whimpered until his hand squeezes your thigh, fingers marking the skin from the way that he grips at it, brown eyes suddenly shot open and staring you down, full lips tugged into a wicked smirk.

“Easy there, babygirl..” He grunts, voice thick and raspy after not having used it for a bit.

You pout at his words, wolf whimpering. The desperate noise leaves your throat and you feel no shame as your hips buck again, needing the friction.

“Hurts Si’..” You whimper, not giving a damn to ask why he was in your bed in the first place. You remembered having a nightmare, remembered him vaguely waking you from it. You assume he had stayed to make sure you were okay. “Need you..need you to help me, Simon..please?”

He closes his own eyes at your words, fingers digging further into the fat of your thigh, as if he’s trying to control himself. You don’t want him to, you want hm to lose control, to use you in any way he saw fit, you wouldn’t fight him, would be as pliable for him as you could possibly be, you just wanted to breathe in his scent, suck his cock into your aching pussy for a bit..like a chew toy for the wolf taking over your mind.

You can’t help but to giggle for a second at the thought, you couldn’t help but to think that his cock was probably big enough to pose as a chew toy anyway, no way you could get your mouth all the way around it if he let suck it.

“Rosi-”

“Simonnn” You preen, pouting at him and you can just feel the resolve break. Oh! What a good Alpha, not making us beg! “Please help me..hurts..need you so bad..please!”

A growl bubbles in his chest and you could how in excitement knowing you’ve won, “Fine!” Knowing he’s about to bully his cock into your cunt until he’s had his fill, until you’re crying and begging him for more, until he’s knocked you up good with one of his little blonde pups- “But i’m not going to fuck you,” A whine as you pout and you watch his eyes widen, watch him fight with himself for a second as he shakes his head, as if shutting up that voice that you know he hears too. “No-don’t do that babygirl..You listen to me now.” The sternness in his voice catches your attention, your cunt pulsing at the way it radiates through you. “I want to fuck you so bad, lovie, want to sit you on my cock for fuckin’ hours, believe me, it’s all ‘ve been able to think about since I walked into that garden..but I can’t do it when you’re not all the way there, when you’re delirious in heat..” A pout that damn near breaks him, that definitely breaks the wolf in his head, howling ricocheting in his ears as he tries to talk. “I’m going to fuck you, lovie, but not until your heat is done, yeah? Don’t worry babygirl, m’still gonna help you though, know it hurts, baby, know you need my help..”

You hadn’t realized he had bunched the waistband of your panties in his hand until then, letting go of your thigh to pull at the seam of the fabric, ripping it apart and tugging it from your mound. You watch with wide eyes as he brings the soaked cotton to his crooked nose, closing his eyes as he takes a long sniff, a deep growl radiating through the room as he opens his eyes, staring straight into yours as his fist clenches around your panties.

“Cm’ere, babygirl.” He grunts, pulling at you so that you’re sitting directly on his chest, pussy leaving a wet swatch in his chest hairs as he squeezes both hips. “Wanna sit on my face, don’t you? Saw the way you were looking at me, know just what you were thinkin’ huh?” You nod your head, but make no move to actually do it. You’re so big? What if you suffocate him? Bitch shut the fuck up and let him eat your fucking pussy, you whiney brat! He’s a big boy, he can fucking take it! You had the random thought that your wolf might actually try and kill you if you didn’t let her enjoy this, if you didn’t swallow your self conscious thoughts and let this glorious man eat you for breakfast. “Aht-aht, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking-” He pulls your hips so you’re sitting just below his neck now, your hands immediately catching yourself on the headboard, preventing him from pulling you up past his chin. He narrows his eyes at you, you see him shake his head, the firm line his plus lips are set in. A warning to behave and let him be in control. “Don’t-you want this, don’t you..want me to help you? Need me to make it better?”

“Pleas-ungh” In a show of pure strength, he has you fully sat on his face before you can finish the word, warm, thick tongue devouring you as swirls it around your clit, you can’t help the rock of your hips or the way your head throws back as you moan when his tongue teases your aching whole, nose rubbing against your clit the way you imagined it when you tilted your hips.

He groans beneath you, hands splayed on your bare ass cheeks, holding you in place as he grips so hard you’re sure his fingerprints will be permanently indented into your skin, not that you think you’d really mind it. “That’s it lovie, ride my face..”

You didn’t have to be told twice now that you had started. The way his tongue worked you open, the way he held you in place but still let you rut your hips against his face, making a slimy, glistening mess..his stubble brushed against your inner thighs, keeping you grounded from coming on the spot, though it doesn’t last for long. He’s got you coming within moments, skilled tongue going between clit and your pulsing hole, giving you what you needed as you rocked back and forth, taking what you wanted. “Tha’s a good girl, lovie..give me one more?”

You’re not sure how many ‘one more’s’ you give him, but by the time he’s got you on the brink of over stimulation, he’s got his whole tongue buried in your hole, his teeth nibbling at your clit as you buck and tremble, tears brimming your eyes as you grip his hair in each hand, tugging harshly. His hands pushed up your shirt, exposing your soft, pudgy belly to him as he squeezed your tits in each of his large palms, fingers playing with your nipples as he fucks you with his mouth, cries and whimpers leaving your own.

“Si-oh-mm, please! I can-so good, feel’s so good!” You’re a babbling mess, cheeks red as your thighs shake, still clenched around his head. He’s been at it for almost an hour and you swear he’s barely come up from air, he’s barely let you move off of his face for more than a moment, his mouth leaving your cunt only to praise you or bite into meat of your thighs, leaving a harsh imprint of his mouth, a reminder that this is in fact real. You’re on the brink of another when you realize that this one feels different, feels almost painful, even. “Si-mo-n, si-ugh-umf..hur-urts…” You screech out, swatting at the top of his head, he only grunts, pulling you down farther onto his mouth, his hands going back to grip your tighs, leaving your precious tits unattended as he does, holding you there as he brings another harsh bite to your clit, sending you over the edge. “Simon!” You shout, vision going blurry as something snaps in your lower belly, a gush of fluid coming from your cunt that has your cheeks heating as Simon groans out below you, lapping it up as quickly as it comes out, slurping even as he continues to make out with your pussy as you slouch against the headboard, being sure to avoid your overly sensitive clit as he does, leaving open mouthed kisses to your mound that honestly could have had you coming again if you weren’t entirely fucked out just from his mouth. How many was that? Five? Six?

“You okay up there babygirl?” His voice is thick and raspy, sexy as he peeks up at you from between your still shaking legs. All you can do is nod meekly, unsure of what to say, mind oddly quiet as you pant out breaths, trying to come down from such an epic high. “Squirted al’over me lovie, legs are still shakin’” He’s chuckling at you, big warm hands rubbing your thighs in an effort to soothe the shaking.

“M’sleepy, si’” You whimper out, still sagged against the headboard, mind gone numb, legs gone soft, heat and wolf satiated for the time being.

“Yeah?” He asks, voice soft as he sits up slowly, sliding you down his body. Your clit catches on his chest hairs and the fabric of his now soaked tank top on the way down and your hips jumps, your whimper ringing out as he shushes you, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “Need’ta nap baby?”

Your eyes are already closing before you can get the words out, before you can even nod your head, you barely register the way his lips kiss the side of your head as he leans back with you in his arms, the way his scent floods your senses, easing you into an easy slumber, as if that had been his plan all along. The last thing you remember before sleep takes you completely is wondering what the hell you had gotten yourself into with him..

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Your gravity falls fanfics are so good!! :0 if you’re still taking requests could I request a one shot where Stan’s s/o is with him during the fight between him and ford and they get sucked into the portal instead of ford? I love your angst so much hehehe

Part two is right here

You had originally came with Stanley as support for when he confronts Ford after spending a long period of his life with no contact, no nothing to reassure his twin that he was fine and not dead in a ditch somewhere.

‘The nerve of him, living it up here and not so much as a word to his one brother, his twin no less.’ Stan muttered, his gip tightened on your hand as you both walked up to the lonely shack amidst the snowy forest, but there was something else there besides anger it was nervousness or perhaps worry that his brother didn’t contact him for one reason or another.

‘And here’s your chance to make yourself heard,’ you said as you squeezed his hand, hoping to comfort Stan during this difficult moment for him, ‘you’ve spent enough time to mull over what it is that you want to tell him, now is the time to let him know how much this has affected you and he will have to listen regardless.’

However you’ve came to realise that there was a lot more going on that Ford claims that you and Stanley weren’t aware of as his eyes shifted everywhere out of paranoia. You were still blinking your eyes after getting abruptly blinded by Ford upon first meeting, something about possession? You were certain this wasn’t how you thought you’d be meeting Stan’s twin -not in the slightest- but it was clear to you that Ford was afraid of something, what it was he wouldn’t tell only saying that he needed Stan to hide his journals, scatter them as far from each other which did nothing but annoy Stan.

You could see the clench in his jaw and his fists and were about to reach out and ground him but before you could blink, Stan and Ford were tussling over the journal across the lab as the portal thrummed with power, almost as if entertained by the fight between twins and you were left unable to do anything but watch.

‘Is that all you brought me here for! To help you hide your journals?! I bet I didn’t cross your mind not even once!’ Stanley shouted as he kept the journal close to his chest with his lighter as he managed to keep Ford where he wanted him.

‘You don’t understand Stanley! This is dangerous things you are holding in your hands!’ Ford replied, eyes firmly locked onto the journal and the flickering flame of his brother’s lighter that got too close to the journal’s pages for his liking. ‘Think about the potential threats-‘

‘Fuck that! I want my brother back!’ Stanley cuts his brother off as he grew frustrated at how his brother was - once again- not listening to him or what he had to say. ‘You could’ve called upon me any time! But you only call upon me when you want someone else to do your dirty work for you! What about what I want! My life is in ruins because of you!’ Ford lunged towards Stan and managed to knock the lighter out of his hand, grasping at the bottom half of the journal while Stanley tightened his grip on the upper half of the journal.

‘You ruined your own life and you’ll ruin y/n’s with the way that you are going!’ Ford retorts in a strained voice as he and Stanley tugged the journal in two different ways, just for Stanley to loose his grip, fall backwards and hurt himself on a hot surface that caused him to scream in pain. ‘Stanley!’ You and Ford yelled as you both went to rush to Stan’s aid, hoping he wasn’t too hurt, only for him to Punch Ford in the face and as Ford stumbled backwards he bumped into you. which then caused you to fall back into a lever of sorts; before soon finding yourself beginning to float and be drawn towards the portal with nothing to grab onto to prevent it from happening.

Freaking out you yelled, ‘STANLEY! HELP ME!’ You screamed as you found yourself getting closer and closer to the entrance of the portal, helplessly flailing out of pure panic and need to get away from it, not realising that your attempts to get away were fruitless. Your screams had dragged Ford and Stan from their fight as they could only watch in horror as half of your body was already in the portal.

‘Y/n! Baby! HOLD ON! JUST HOLD ON BABY IM COMING!’ Stanley yelled back as he frantically looked for anything he could use to rope you back to the ground, but grew frustrated when he couldn’t find not a single piece of rope or metal rod lying about, the lab was clean of any and all obstruction. ‘FORD HELP ME!’ He cried as he looked back at his twin, who was frantically looking himself for anything to get you away from the portal, just to face the same problem that frustrated Stanley. ‘I’m trying!’ He shouted over his shoulder as his guilt for bringing both you and Stan here began to weigh down on him heavily.

‘Well you’re not looking hard enough!’ Stanley barked as the fear of losing you was slowly crushing his chest, making it harder for him to breath as his mind raced with the thought of having to live a life without you, his anchor, his best friend and his beloved partner. He hated it, he didn’t want to envision it but here he was living the nightmare he swore would never come true, feeling helpless and useless as he was forced to hear your frightened sounds and not be able to do anything about it.

He didn’t even get to say the words ‘I love you’ yet as he was scared that you’d find someone better then him before he even mustered up the courage, but you never did. You stayed by his side, even if it mean moving from state to state almost every week because of him and Stanley knew he didn’t deserve you, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to loose you from his life either.

Stan and Ford tired their hardest but it wasn’t enough as by the time they looked back at you, your outstretched hand was the last thing the pair saw as the portal closed, leaving them to stare at the portal in denial of their failure to rescue you. ‘Baby?’ Sanely said as he stepped forward hesitantly. ‘BABY! THIS ISNT FUNNY! COME OUT PLEASE!’ He cried louder now when the realisation began to set for him as he ran towards the lever, pulling it and pushing it in desperation of re-opening the portal in hopes of seeing you rush out and right into his arms; where he would keep you for as long as you’d allow him to.

Only for neither of those things to happen, the portal remained shut and you remained lost to whatever was on the opposite side, scared, confused and alone.

‘WHY ISNT IT WORKING!’ Stan screamed as he pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled the lever so much that Ford had to physically drag him away from it before he broke it, thus making more work for them in getting you back. ‘Stop Stanley, it’s not working!’ Ford said as he managed to stand between his twin and the lever, ‘the portal is out of power, it won’t open up unless we get the necessary materials to open it again.’

‘Then what are we doing! Let’s go get it!’ Stanley said as he was about to leave the lab but was stoped by Ford’s hand on his arm, which he shrugged off violently. ‘It’s not so easily obtained Stanley,’ Ford said as he let his hand drop to his side as Stanley glared at him, ‘we need money to get the parts needed to power the portal up. I only had enough to open it once and that took a lot of time, even with Fiddleford’s help, and without him or the necessary materials…’ Ford trailed off which didn’t help Stanley’s mood as he grew angrier at his brother’s insinuation.

‘They’re trapped on the other side forever?!’ He yelled. ‘Bullshit! I don’t believe that! I want them back now!’ Stanley then grabs Ford by the collar and brings him so that they were eye to eye. ‘Give them back or I swear to fucking god Stanford-‘

‘I can’t bring them back without the necessary materials Stanley I told you.’ Ford reaffirmed as he started at his heartbroken twin as the first signs of tears left his eyes, Ford felt Stan’s grip loosened on him until they went completely slack at his side as he fell to his knees, chin dropping to his chest as he silently wept. ‘Bring them back.’ Stanley chanted softly, ‘being them back to me, I can’t loose them. You don’t understand. They’re everything to me and now I’m nothing without them.’ Stanley whispered to the air as if someone with the power to grant his wish will hear him, but instead elected to ignore him and his pleads.

Ford, heartbroken at seeing how distraught and lifeless his brother had became, slowly knelt in front of him in silence, not knowing how to comfort him correctly as he felt himself to blame for your disappearance into the portal. He had taken away the one person who cared for Stanley in the times where his family couldn’t be bothered, someone who loved him unconditionally regardless of what he did and Ford had taken you away from him seemingly forever, so he wouldn’t be surprised if Stanley would hold a grudge against him for it.

However one thing was for certain, he’d help his brother get you back however he could, no matter how long it would take them, even if it took them thirty years to do so; it was a risk that Ford originally wasn’t willing to take but if it meant getting you back to Stanley then he’d do anything to see his brother happy again.

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