#a good friend finally convinced me into reading it and i buckled and read the whole thing in three days (i'm not ok <33)

[lotus-pear]

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[wisteriadaydreams]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well!

I absolutely loved your Tanjiro x Haganezuka’s daughter piece! It was just too cute!

May I request one with Tanjiro x Urokodaki’s daughter? She’d probably be really strong and train with Tanjiro, finally convincing her dad to let her become a Slayer, only to get lectured after accidentally falling on top of him or something because Urokodaki can just smell the puppy love brewing between the both of them!

Sorry, got a little carried away! 💗 Tanjiro is just too cute!

I’m most likely going to come back here, so if it’s alright, I’d love to be your 🌺 Anon! Sending lots of love and good vibes your way!

TANJIRŌ W/ UROKODAKI’S DAUGHTER!READER

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x fem!reader

genre: angst in the beginning, mention of canonical character death, fluff later on

Words: 7.5k (buckle up ppl, it's a long one)

a/n: I was so excited when I first read this ask! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to it! And yes, you can 100% be 🌺anon (≧▽≦)

Urokodaki and his wife have had a hard time conceiving, and as they grew older, they resigned themselves to accepting that they will not have a child of their own, no matter how much it pained them.

In a way, they had tried to fill the void by adopting and taking in orphaned children, but that doesn’t mean they don’t come to love them any less. Some of them eventually leave to forge their own lives when they become adults, while some decided to follow in Urokodaki’s footsteps and become a Demon Slayer.

Knowing the dangerous nature of the job, he vehemently denied the request, but after seeing the relentlessness and determined nature of his child, he finally relented. When it came time to send his first student off to the Final Selection, he and his wife did so with a heavy heart.

When their child never came home no matter how long they wait, they buried their memories and a piece of their heart at Mount Sagiri.

(Urokodaki would refuse to train anyone else for years to come, but there are always those who managed to convince him otherwise.)

Nevertheless, his household is one that always ring with laughter and joy, a household that sticks together through the hard times, holding each other close and wiping away each other’s tears.

So when you came to this world, it was to a home overflowing with love.

You were their miracle baby, a blessing from the gods, the light that makes their world brighter. When the news was announced, there was not one dry eye in the house. Suddenly, everyone became even more overprotective of your mother when she was pregnant with you, and she had to scold her husband and her children several times for coddling her.

When you came into this world, your brothers and sisters take turns holding you, cooing and feeling their hearts bursting from the sight of your smile.

You grew up in a world like that — protected and loved and never lonely.

They would sneak you sweets and gifts they got from the nearby town, and sometimes those training would let you hold their swords for a moment, at the expense of being reprimanded by Urokodaki.  You were spoiled beyond compare.

When your mother was taken by a swift but deadly illness while you were still too young to register death, your family did what they always do — mourn in each other’s arms, and slowly piece everyone back together.

If possible, your father became even more protective of you. He has lost too much. His comrades, his friends, his wife, his students and children. It would break him entirely to lose you, too.

You grew up in a home that protected and love you, but also a home that grieves for the lost souls that will never be able to find their way back. Over the years, you’ve watched all of your father’s apprentices leave the safe embrace of Mt. Sagiri, a sword by their hip, a fox mask by the side of their face, and hope shining in their eyes.

“Otou-san.” You tugged your father’s sleeve. “Where are they going?”

“To hopefully make the world a better place.” “When are they coming back?” “Soon, my daughter. I pray every day that it would be soon.”

Many of them promised you that they will come back and play with you. Many of them broke their promises.

One year, your father rescued two boys, Sabito and Giyū, whose families were both eaten by demons. You immediately took to them, constantly trailing behind them and jumping onto their backs. They in turn dote on you, keeping you company whenever they weren’t training. You would sit on the ground to watch them spar with your father, twirling the grass under your fingers and giggling when they were swiftly disarmed.

You didn’t really understand why they were training. You had an inkling of the demons beyond the safe vicinity of the mountain from the stories your other siblings would tell you, but other than that you couldn’t grasp why they were serious about it.

“Sabito-nii, why are you and Giyū-nii training with father?” You asked him one day.

“Because there’s dangerous creatures out there who would stop at nothing to kill humans, and there are only a select few who could deal with them.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, (Y/N)-chan, maybe that’s just the way of the world. We’re no matched for the strength of demons, so we must become stronger.” “But why you and Giyū-nii?”

He patted your head softly, a tender but sad look in his eyes. “So that no one would have to go through what we went through.”

Their training continued, progressing from proper breathing lessons to when their blades are suddenly embraced by foamy, cerulean blue waves that twist around one another. Your eyes would shine with delight whenever you catch their fluid movements.

The day comes when both of your brothers have to leave, just like all the other apprentices before them. Your heart sank to the pits of your stomach the night before, making you unable to sleep even a wink. What if they don’t return as well?

The next morning, you stubbornly cling to them, refusing to let go even when your father scolds you.

“But I don’t want you to go!” You exclaimed.

“Come one, (Y/N)-chan. It’ll only be for a little while. Sabito and I will be back before you know it.”

“Promise?” “Promise.”

About a week went by without any sign of them returning, and you’ve never felt so on edge. You started to stand outside diligently to hopefully catch a glimpse that peach shade of Sabito’s hair and the deep blue of Giyū’s eyes, only coming inside when your father urged you.

Finally, one misty morning, you were out pulling weeds in the garden when you spotted a head of thick jet-black hair from up the road. Your eyes widened when you saw the familiar figure trudging down towards the house.

“Otou-san!” You shouted as you ran towards him. “Giyū-nii is home!!!”

You resisted the urge to tackle him into a hug once you saw his fatigued and wounded state. Nevertheless, your heart soared in happiness.

“Giyū-nii! You’re back! Are you hurt anywhere?” Your eyes roam over him, wincing at the amount of dirt on his clothes. But your brother was unresponsive and dazed, even when your father put a hand on his shoulder. Something itched in the back of your mind, and your stomach twisted unexpectedly when you felt like something was not right.

“Giyū-nii,” you began slowly, your eyes darting all over the place. “Where is Sabito-nii?”

His silence was answer enough.

Nothing was ever the same after that. You’re no stranger to lost, but it didn’t stop your heart from cleaving into two and the tears from running down your face at night. Not when a piece of you seems to die every time you’re met with your father’s silent grieving, or heard the sobs from your brother that he so desperately tried to hide.

You were both just children grasping with death.

When it was time for him to leave and officially embark on his journey, it was pouring like they had never seen before. Perhaps that was best. Perhaps then none of them would notice the tears.

Your home became quieter. Still filled with love, but more somber somehow. Laughter came a little harder for you, and each time you watch the sunset, you can’t help but feel your shoulders become heavier, as if the twilight was a corporeal thing that weighed down on you.

For a while, it was only you, your father, and the silence. But that all changed when a little girl around your age stumbled into your lives.

Like many siblings before, Makomo came to your home unexpectedly, and yet it also felt like fate. She lit up the whole house with her gentle smiles and brightness, restoring some of the warmth that have been lost.

You take to her immediately, spending your days braiding flowers into each other’s hair and running through the mountains until you can draw a map with your eyes closed. You felt your soul healing in the presence of her calming demeanor. She became a sister that you could unconditionally trust to always have your back. Imagine your horror when she too was determined to walk down the same treacherous path.

“Makomo-chan! You can’t!” You tearfully protested. “It’s too dangerous!”

‘What if she doesn’t come back?’ The sentence replayed over and over in your head like a broken mantra, and you were once more squeezed by multiple stabs of fear and anxiety. Your father shared the same sentiments as you, and firmly denied her request.

How could he forgive himself if he let someone as young as her entrench herself into such a cruel world.

But Makomo was resilient and stubborn. She would sneak out and practice with a sword and had even somehow been able to grasp the basics of Total Concentration Breathing. When asked, she only smiled mysteriously and told you that she had some help.

When your father saw that his warnings fell on deaf ears and after seeing how much she improved, he finally caved in and took her as his apprentice.

To say that you were unhappy with the decision would be an understatement. You watched her train and become more graceful and quick on her feet, dread pooling in your stomach with every progress and injuryYou and your father hugged her and sent her on her way, and it felt like goodbye. You prayed to any gods that were willing to listen to protect her and bring her back to you.

You stayed by her side, occasionally offering her tips from what you’ve observed from the other students. You bandaged every single wound, lightly chastising her and telling her to be more careful next time. Her only response was to smile and thank you. The more you did this, the more you couldn’t help but wonder about her willingness to put herself on the line to help fight demons, and whether if there’s anything more that you could do.

As you had expected, she passed your father’s final trial. That night, you sleep in the same bed as Makomo, putting your arms around her and pulling her so close that it was difficult to tell where you end and where she began. You didn’t want to let go.

You and your father hugged her and sent her on her way, and it felt like goodbye. You prayed to any gods that were willing to listen to protect her and bring her back to you.

The gods too, did not answer them.

The pain coursed through your body like a beast made of liquid fire, clawing at your insides and erupting from your throat as you cried in your father’s arms. You cried until you became numb, until every muscle in your body feels like it had been crushed by the weight of your grief. Her grave was marked alongside the others. Wherever she was, she held a piece of your soul with her.

It was you, your father, and the silence, once more.

One afternoon, you return from working in the garden to see your father reading a letter, Giyū’s crow perch on his shoulder. Your spirit lifts momentarily, relieved that he is still doing well.

It’s hard to read your father due to the mask he wears, but from the way he grips the paper tightly and crinkling it, it can’t be good news.

“Otou-san, what is it?”

He lifts his head to look at you, then fold the letter and tucking it into his kimono before going back inside. “I need to go for a bit, (Y/N). Stay here, and prepare for some visitors.”

You only manage to blink a few times before he’s out the door again. Even at his age, he is still as fast as a Demon Slayer at their prime. As you prepare the ingredients for dinner, you wonder who the visitor could be.

You get your answer later that day, when your father comes back with a young boy in tow. Your father looked like he didn’t even break a sweat, but the boy trailing behind him seemed as if though he’s fighting for every breath. With a basket strap to his back, you can understand why that’s the case.

“Otou-san, who is this?” “This is Kamado Tanjirō. He’ll be staying with us for the night,” he says simply. “This is my daughter, (Y/N).”

You bow in greeting as he walks through the door. You watch in curiosity as he unwraps the basket, unveiling a sleeping girl tucked inside.

You would have reacted in horror if not for the fact that your father is being so calm about it, but it doesn’t stop you from wondering what’s going on.

“This is my sister, Nezuko. She’s…um…” Tanjirō looks to your father, asking for help.

“We’ll take care of her,” your father says. You quickly catch on and run inside to fetch a pillow and blanket, temporarily laying her on the ground until you can arrange a futon for her. “But for now, you and I will be climbing the mountain.”

With those words, it dawns on you. Here’s another person hoping to become your father’s student and become a Demon Slayer. All of his prospects go through the same process, and climbing the mountain is only the beginning of the trials they will face.

When your father returns, he fills you in on the situation. Your heart drops in sympathy when you hear that their family was killed by demons, and flinch when it’s revealed that the girl sleeping so peacefully near the crackling hearth is a demon.

“Otou-san, how can this be? She seems nothing like the demons you would tell me about.” “You feel it too,don’t you (Y/N)? She’s different from any demon I’ve encountered before. It’s like she’s still human somewhere in that body of hers.”

You look back down at Nezuko. It’s difficult to reconcile the image of blood-thirsty demons that has been instilled into you since childhood. Those that pillaged villages and killed without mercy. Those that…

You clench your hands into fists. It’s definitely difficult, and if both your father and Giyū are willing to put their trust into her, then you can try as well.

The first threads of dawn are beginning to slip through the horizon, and Tanjirō has yet to return from the mountain. You fidget in your seat, your eyes flickering every few minutes to the door, ears train to see if you can pick up the sound of any footsteps. You’re torn between wanting to see him succeed and fail. If he does, then you’re afraid that he’ll become another lamb on its way to slaughter. But if he doesn’t, then which other path can he walk on to restore his sister’s humanity?

In the midst of battling with yourself, your ears perk up at the sound of heavy footsteps. You whip your head to the door the same time your father does, and a second later it slams open to reveal a dirtied and injured Tanjirō, blood flowing from his head and shoulder.

“I’m…back…” He pants and is only able to utter before he collapses by the door frame. You rush to his side, preparing to carry him inside and treat his wounds. You look to your father, who stands stoic and in silent contemplation. You know that he has made his decision.

Every early morning, even before the sun rises, your father and Tanjirō would make their way up the mountain to begin their training. You would look after the still slumbering Nezuko, and then bring lunch to wherever they are. After having lunch with them, you would stay for a while to watch them train. In the evenings, you would take care of any injuries Tanjirō incurred throughout the day.

Your talks with him are often short, something to fill in the silence while you bandage him up. You’re grateful that he isn’t the type to pry, and instead is content with letting the conversation flow wherever it may. Your heart is still healing, and you’ve yet to recover the strength to open those scars again.

But the more time you spend around him, the more you realize that it’s terrifyingly easy to put your guard down around him. It’s like he has a soothing and warming aura radiating from him, causing you to unable to resist melting in his presence. It feels both familiar and so wildly foreign to you, that at times you’re unsure how to act around him.

Your father is harsher on Tanjirō than with any of his other students, and you can understand why. His improvement is gradual, and it’s clear that he doesn’t have the raw talent that Sabito and Makomo had. But what he lacked in talent, he made it up with determination.

Even on what is supposed to be his rest days, he would be out swinging his sword and working on his breathing. During those times, you would make sure that he’s eating and not neglecting yourself.

“You’re thinking too hard about it,” you say as you watch him try to master Total Concentration Breathing. “You have to be more subtle about it. Here, close your eyes.” You stand up and approach him. “Try to imagine the air as water. Let it enter you.” You close your eyes and breathe along with him. “Imagine it moving through every part of you.” You trail your fingers down his arms. “Feel it in every cell and vein, feel it touch you and flow around you. See the difference?”

“I-I think so.” You open your eyes to smile, and that’s when you realized that his hands are now clasped tightly in yours, and the distance between you two is too close for comfort.

You drop his hands like they’re hot coals, a blush quickly rising to your cheeks. “Sorry!”

“N-no, it’s okay.” As opposed to your worryingly flaming face, his cheeks only had a tinge of pink. “But thank you, (Y/N)-san! I understand now.”

“It’s-it’s nothing. Just something I picked up while watching others train.” “Just from watching? That’s amazing! I’m surprised you’re not training already. You would leave me in the dust.”

“…You think so?” “I know so. Just last week you helped me with my stance and how to properly swing my sword. And you seem to already know how to do Total Concentration Breathing.” He pauses and begins his next sentence tentatively. “Sorry if this is rude of me, but I’m just wondering why you haven’t become Urokodaki-san’s student yet.”

You tilt your head, giving thought to his question. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess it’s partly because I know how it feels to be the person on the other side. I don’t think I could bear putting my father through having to worry about me like that. But at the same time, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it before. I don’t know though…”

Can you do it? Can you actually take up a sword and leave everything behind? Knowing that you're risking everything and never come back?

But…maybe then you can go and explore beyond the mountain. Maybe you can help other families sleep better at night. Children won’t have to look behind their back in fear of things creeping in the dark. No one would have to go through what you went through.

“Well, whatever you decide.” Tanjirō pats your shoulder reassuringly. “I believe it’ll be the right decision.”

“No.”

You’ve expected this response from your father, but it didn’t cause you to flinch any less. “But otou-san–”

“No means no, (Y/N). I will not allow you to become a Demon Slayer.” “But I’ve been watching you teach for years! I know how to do Total Concentration Breathing, and I basically know all the stances by heart. If only you would let me try, then I know I can master them!” “And you know perfectly well how dangerous is it.”

“Of course I know!” You can’t help but raise your voice a little. “And how many more have to lose their lives? I’m sick and tired of sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for the next bad news. I want to do something to help!” “And you’re already doing that by staying here and being safe.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be coddled and safe anymore!” Your chest heaves and you turn around, unable to bear looking at his masked face any longer. “I just wish you would believe in your daughter a little more.” With that, you walk out the door, ignoring the words of your father.

Your legs take you to the huge frothing waterfall a distance away from your house, a favorite place of yours when you want some peace and quiet. It’s just you and the sound of rushing water to drown out your thoughts. Or so you thought.

“(Y/N)-san.” Your soul nearly left your body. You wildly turn around to see that Tanjirō had followed you.

“Tanjirō-san! You scared me to death! How did you even find me?” He taps his nose and that’s all you needed to know. “…Right. Well, you’re welcome to sit next to me, since you’re here already.”

He takes your invitation. “I just want to know how you’re doing.” You hug your knees to your chest and sigh. “Thanks. Sorry you had to hear that, by the way. I understand where my father’s coming from, I really do. But at the same time, I can’t help but think he thinks I’m not enough in his eyes, like I’m still a baby that needs to be cocooned. But I’ve been by the sidelines for so long, always watching and worrying and feeling useless. If I have the ability to, I should stand up and do something. Shouldn’t I?”

“Hey.” Tanjirō places a warm hand on your shoulder. “You’re not useless. You take care of the whole household. You cook for us and remind us to take a break. You give me advice, encouragement, and always take care of me when I get injured. I think you’re already incredible as you are. But if you believe you can do something more, then I say go for it! I’ll support you!”

“Really?” You ask, eyes wide in wonder at his words. He nods, and you know it to be true. You feel your fingertips become tingly, and all the water in this world could not wash away the bubble of warmth in your body. “Thank you.”

You scoot a little closer to him, content to be in his presence. Nothing needed to be said that isn’t already felt in the blank spaces of your words.

When you return, your father is waiting for you, his arms crossed. You gulp, knowing that you’re in big trouble, but you stand your ground anyways.

“Tanjirō, go inside. I need to speak to my daughter privately.” “Yes, Urokodaki-san.” He gives you an encouraging look and heads inside, leaving you and your father alone. The tension is so thick you can cut through it with a sword, and your foot fidgets in anticipation of who will be speaking first.

“I made a promise to your mother,” your father begins, and that makes everything you’re going to say go back down your throat. “That I would keep you safe, and make sure no harm comes to you.”

You hang your head, that familiar wisp of sadness creeping up on you. Over the years, you’ve heard many stories about your mother, wanting to know everything about her to fill in the gaps of your memories, selfishly clinging to the last vestiges of her presence that you can remember.

“But I’ve also made another promise to her, that I’ll always make you happy,” he continues. “And if this is truly the path you want to take, then I’ll fulfill your wish.” You whip your head up at his words, surprise overtaking your face. “But just because you’re my daughter doesn’t mean I'll go easy on you, do you understand? If at any point I deem you not suitable, I’ll pull you from training.”

“Yes, otou-san!” “Good, then be up by 4 am tomorrow.”

If he’s already hard on Tanjirō, then he’s hard on you 10 times over. If Tanjirō has to swing his sword 1000 times, you have to do it 2000 times. If he only has to descend the mountain 2 times, you have to do it 5 times. If he has to stay under the waterfall for 5 minutes, you have to do it for 15. But you take it all in stride, finally being able to find an outlet for your pent up energy over the years.

You and Tanjirō becomes closer due to this, bonding over your shared misfortune of being tortured mentored by the former Water Hashira. One some days you would spar with him, eager to see how much you’ve improved.

Today, you’ve managed to disarm him and goes through the motion to pin him to the ground, but a miscalculation quickly cause you to lose your balance. Before you know it, you let out a yelp and is dragged to the ground with him. You brace for impact, but your fall is broken by a soft weight below you. That weight being of course no one else but your sparring partner.

You open your eyes and is mortified to see Tanjirō staring back at you, your noses almost touching one another. From this proximity, you’re able to see the closer the soft gradient of his dark maroon eyes, like embers blazing in the hearth. Your body is pressed against his, his arms settled lightly at your waist no doubt to soften your fall. Your eyes unconsciously travel down to his lips for a brief moment, but enough for you to begin scolding yourself incessantly for the intrusive thought that runs through your mind.

“Kamado Tanjirō!” Your father’s voice booms through the field. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You and him immediately scramble away from one another, faces so red that even a ripe tomato would be jealous. Your father stares down at the both of you, the silence even more unbearable with the menacing aura radiating from him.

“1000 sword swings from you, Tanjirō. And you, (Y/N), I’m going to properly teach you how to stay on your feet.”

You both shiver, the calm way he said it making it sound even more cold to your ears. “Y-yes sir.”

6 months go by, and Nezuko have yet to wake up. Even when the doctor assures that there’s nothing wrong with her, you still can’t help but worry about her. 6 months go by, and your father declare that he has nothing more to teach you.

You and Tanjirō look at each other with surprise. While you know what’s coming next, you’re astonished when instead of leading you up to the mountain towards a boulder like Tanjirō, your father leads you to the waterfall where you’ve spent countless days training.

You look to your father for answers, but he is quiet against the mighty rush of the water.

“This will be your final task. With your sword, part this waterfall in half. Do this, and I will allow you to attend the Final Selection.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets at what he said. Water in its essence is fluid and flexible, capable of taking any shape or form. It flows wherever it wants, unyielding to the obstacles in its way. How could you hope to conquer it with your blade?

“Otou-san! But–” “Prove yourself to me, my daughter.” With that, he turns around and leave without another word, no matter how many times you shout and urge him.

True to his words, he did not teach you or give you any more explanation. The first time you attempt to do what he wanted, all you got back was a mouthful of foamy water. You’re hit with the realization of how much you still have to learn. For the first 6 months, you devote yourself to honing your knowledge and fortifying your previous training. You work until you feel your arms fall off every night, until all the breathing forms are engraved into your very bones. And still, you make no progress.

There are days when you feel worthless, and the last thing you want to do is hold a sword. During those times, you resign yourself to sit by the river, skipping stones and filling your mind with questions and memories. You wonder how Tanjirō’s doing. Has he made any progress with the boulder yet? You can’t help but miss him. You’ve only realized how much time you spend with him once you’re apart. You miss having him there to encourage you when the training becomes too much, miss laughing whenever both of you would end up on the ground, tired beyond belief. Miss eating meals with him and sharing happier stories about your childhood. Miss tucking him into bed and sitting by him in this very spot even on nights when you’re both yawning.

Your father has forbidden you to go see him to allow both of you to focus on your task, but what’s the harm in one little peek? You know the way by heart, and soon you arrive at that familiar clearing. As you’ve expected, he’s already hard at work, but the person he’s fighting makes your blood turn cold.

You would recognize that peach shade anywhere. You see it every day in the sunset. You open your mouth, but no words leave them. You’re frozen, unable to do anything but watch as Tanjirō and your (dead) brother encircle each other. Blood rushes to your head and you feel like you might faint. Your vision becomes blurry, the dance of their swords become streaks of light. You brace against a tree, and out of the corner of your eyes you see another sight that makes your world tumble and your heart to lurch into your throat.

“...Ma...komo?”

Her smile is as gentle as you remember it. Everything about her is just as you remember it, like a pristine memory come to life. She nods at you and gestures for you to follow her deeper into the woods. Against all reason (of which you have none at this moment), you follow her drowsily. This has to be a dream. You’ve hit your head while making your ascent and now you’re dreaming. This has to be the only reason.

But then she leads to a spot so familiar to the both of you, and for the first time since you’ve seen her you have to wonder if you’re not actually hallucinating. She turns, and her voice is just as you remember it. “Hi, (Y/N)-chan.”

Gods, you feel like throwing up.

“Makomo...how...? How?” You’re only able to mutter. She sits you down and explain everything, about how she’s tied to this mountain, and how countless students before her have also found their way back here.

“So the person who helped train you...” “Was Sabito, yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I wanted to, I really did. But Sabito wanted me to focus on my training. And...he didn’t want to stop you and Urokodaki-san from moving on.”

You twist your hands into the grass, sorrow coiling tightly around your stomach. “So...I’m guessing that Sabito-nii is helping Tanjirō grow stronger.” “He is. Tanjirō has a lot of potential, he just has to learn how to unlock it. As do you. We’re all so happy when you began training, you know. You’ve become so strong.” “But not strong enough to finish my father’s trial.”

Makomo sits pensively. “Maybe you’re approaching it the wrong way. Remember what Urokodaki-san told us when we were learning the forms?” “Become one with the water. Do not resist its flow. Embrace it, and it will answer your call.” “I think that’s something to think about.”

You let her words sink into you. “Okay, I’ll give it some thought.” Makomo stands up. “It’s time for me to go back. But (Y/N)-chan, I must ask you a favor. Can you keep the truth from Tanjirō? We don’t want him to be distracted from his progress.”

“But can I see you again?” She shakes her head. “No, (Y/N)-chan. You must also focus on your own self. But know this. We are all watching you, and we will always be by your side.” “...Then this is goodbye.” “Only for now, we will meet again.”

“Tell Sabito-nii I still think of him. That every time I make mushroom nabe I would still remember him, and that there will be a day when I watch the sunset and feel happy.” “I will.” “Goodbye, dear sister.”

A few more months pass, and despite Makomo’s advice, you have still yet to put her words to good use, no matter how much you’ve tried. But you can’t give up now, not when you know you have everyone’s trust in you. 

It is near the hour of twilight, and you’re sitting on a rock underneath the waterfall, letting the waves pour down on you. Your eyes are closed, and all the sounds of the world are lost on you. You tune out the sensations of your body, your heart, your mind, every muscle and vein, until they’re nothing but water. You slowly rise to your feet and lift your sword, but instead of resisting, you succumb to the weight. You let it guide you, trusting it to show you the way. It answers your call. You swing.

You open your eyes, and your jaw drops. The current of the waterfall is perfectly split into two, the resulting drops of water flying from your blade like bejeweled dew against a backdrop of pink that extends its darkening arms toward the golden sunset. Entranced by the sight, you only notice your father and Tanjirō when they’re by your side. Tanjirō’s eyes are as wide with wonder as yours, while your father is hard to read as ever. 

“I had no intention of sending you or Tanjirō to the Final Selection,” he finally says. “I could not bear to lose any more of my students, nor can I bear to lose my only daughter. But you’ve surpassed all of my expectations. Perhaps it’s time for me to realize you’re not that same little girl who would cling to me anymore.”  He takes you into his arms, and no matter what he says, you’ll always feel like a little girl when you hug him. “You’ve become so strong, my daughter.”

That night, you’re barely able to sleep, and even though you should be sick of the waterfall at this point, you can’t help but sneak out to it one more time. It’s not long until you hear a pair of familiar footsteps joining you.

“Hey Tanjirō-kun. Can’t sleep?” “Yeah, I can’t help but feel anxious about tomorrow.” “Me too. Congratulations on completing father’s final challenge, by the way.” “That’s nothing compared to you. You were incredible! How did you do that?” You blush at the compliment. “I had some help.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, the action as normal as breathing. “What do you think will happen tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. But whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” You nod. “Together."

What makes Tanjirō so different to you? Why do you feel so drawn to him? Why does your heart sing when he is near? When did your eyes come to search for him, and why do you crave for these moments like they’re the air that you need to breathe? In the back of your mind, you think you have the answer, but you’ll have all the time in the world to decipher it.

You lift your head and stand up, extending your hand to him. “Come on, let’s go back.”

He slides his hand into yours, and it feels right.

The next morning, you and him are all packed and prepared. You never thought you would be the one on the other side, a sword by your hip and your father’s fox mask by the side of your face, saying a bittersweet goodbye to him.

Just before you two leave, Tanjirō turn back one more time, mentioning Sabito and Makomo in his farewell. You wince, and you can only imagine what your father’s reaction was.

“How come you’ve never mentioned them?” “...You’ve never asked.”

Thankfully, he didn’t pry anymore into the subject, and your journey to Mount Fujikasane is smooth. You’re amazed at the sight of the wisteria blossoms before you, so abundant that it falls like rain. You arrive at the main area, and after hearing the rules, the actual challenge begins.

You and Tanjirō agree that it would be best to head east in order to receive sunlight the quickest. Along the way, you encounter two demons, both of whom you two quickly dealt with. You watch as he prays over the disintegrating corpses, and at times like these you have to wonder how he manages to remain so kind when he has been broken by this world.

You proceed, when suddenly Tanjirō stops you in your path, holding his nose as if he smelled something foul. A scream from the darkness sends chills down your spine. The next thing you see fills you with horror. A demon far too big and monstrous to be considered befitting the level of an amateur slayer trudges through the forest, each of its heavy footsteps thrumming in your ears. Each of its limbs are veiny and as huge as your entire body, twisting and coiling around it like mangled flesh. You can barely make out where its main body is, let alone its neck.

It holds a dead man in one of its horrific hands, devouring him in one motion. Bile rises to your throat at the sight, and you feel your legs tremble and rooted deep to the ground. The demon seizes another man with its extended arm, your breath quickening when it opens its gaping mouth. Fortunately, Tanjirō recovered before you, and rush out to slice its arms with the second form of Water Breathing. You snap out of your fear only a second later, even out your breathing and sprint out to push the man behind you, your swords drawn alongside Tanjirō.

The demon becomes incensed when it spots your fox mask and rages as it curses your father’s name over and over. You listen in horror when it reveals how many humans it has eaten, but that is nothing compared to the fire burning in your blood when he says how many of your father’s students it has devoured.

Thirteen. Thirteen of your brothers and sisters. Thirteen souls that will never come home. Thirteen names that you can recite in your sleep.

The fire blazes into a vengeful inferno when you hear it describes the deaths of Sabito and Makomo with glee, as if they’re as trivial as bugs. As if there are not still those who mourn for them.

You advance with rage and with only one working thought in your mind. Kill.

The demon is even more amused at your reaction, and to your dismay no matter how many arms you and Tanjirō cut down, more would just grow back. One of them lands a hit on Tanjirō, sending him flying and hitting a tree.

“Tanjirō-kun!” You shout, your heart dropping at the blood on his forehead and his unconscious state. You’re left to fend the demon by yourself.

“Control your breathing, (Y/N)-chan. Do not worry about us, focus on saving Tanjirō.” You hear Makomo’s voice inside your head, and only then did you realize how you’ve essentially forgone every lesson your father has drilled into you. You quickly chastise yourself and regulate your breathing, standing your ground and working to divert the demon away from the unconscious boy.

“Tanjirō-kun! Wake up! Please, I need you!” You exclaim as you sliced another limb, your muscles starting to ache from how many times you’ve done so. You couldn’t severe every one of them all alone, and to your terror one of them escaped your attention and is targeting right at him. “Tanjirō!”

As if answering your prayers, he finally opens his eyes and move out the way. But you’re barely able to let out a sigh of relief before more come at you. You dodge and run to his side, your sword brandished and held tight, face-to-face with the enemy. You spare a quick glance to Tanjirō, both of you nodding.

“Together?” “Together.”

You advance, cutting down any obstacle standing in your way. At a warning shout from Tanjirō, you both leap in the air to avoid the arms underground. A limb lashes out to grab Tanjirō, but he’s able to utilizes that hard head of his. You both land on the arm, ready to execute the final attack.

“Tanjirō-kun, I’ll take care of its arms! You aim for the neck!” You carry out the Fourth Form and destroys anything blocking his path, and in a fast flurry of the First Form, it is done.

He is no more.

When there is finally time to rest and you’re done taking care of his forehead injury, you’re left to grasp with the ugly truth displayed right before your very eyes. So many lives lost, all of it fueled by hatred so deep that it makes your heart sinks. What would your father think when he realizes that a small decision of his may have led to his students’ demise?

“I’m sorry for not telling you the truth,” you whisper as you rest under the shade of a tree. Tanjirō turns away from you, and the action makes your stomach twist. He is silent for a moment before speaking. “It’s not your fault. To be honest, I had my suspicions, but I didn’t want to face them and realize that they’re true.” Another pause. “Do you think they’re at peace now?”

You grip your kimono where your heart rests. “Yeah. Yeah, I think they are.” You don’t lie about this, you feel your soul getting lighter.

“Will you tell me about them?” “Later,” you shuffle next to him, curling into his warmth as your eyes become heavy. “I promise.”

You spend your mornings like this, sleeping after a long, arduous night. Moving ever closer until you two fit like puzzle pieces, hands gripped tight in search of the other’s warmth, a confirmation that you both are still alive.

Against all odds, you both survived the 7 days.

Drained of all energy and adrenaline, the trek back home is just as taxing for your weary bodies. You support each other by lifting the other by the shoulder, praying with every step that you’ll soon see that thatched roof that you call home.

Your journey comes to an end when you see the light from that lone house near the mountain. Your shoulders sag in relief, and you would have buckled if not for Tanjirō’s arm around you. Suddenly, the door is kicked down, and out comes the girl that you’ve only ever seen in deep slumber. She looks even more beautiful under the moonlight, and you gasp at the recognition in her still human eyes.

“Nezuko!” Tanjirō rushes down to meet his sister, and at the halfway point she cradles his head into her chest, so gentle that it makes tears well up in your eyes.

You spot your father, his arms full of firewood, and a tired smile makes its way up your face. “Otou-san...”

Uncaring about the wood he just dropped by his feet, he pulls all of you (his children) close, and there is no stopping the torrent of tears from flowing down all of your cheeks.

“You’ve survived. You’ve come back to us.”

The days that followed allow you to recuperate and come to terms with what you have learned at the Final Selection. You all devote an entire day to clean and make offerings to the graves of those that are gone and spend the entire night reminiscing your memories about them.

It also allows you to bond with Nezuko, and once again you’re convicted to help Tanjirō find a way to turn her back into a human.

But those halcyon days are short-lived, and after receiving your Nichirin sword, uniform, and first joint mission, it’s finally time to leave.

("That’s a gorgeous shade of blue, huh Urokodaki?” “Of course, she’s my daughter, after all.”)

You stand on the other side, hugging your father and promising that no matter what, you will come back to him. This is a promise that you intend to keep. He fixes your uniforms, his fingers lingering as if he’s still not ready to let go.

“Take care of her, Tanjirō,” he says, and unexpectedly pulls him closer so that he could whisper something. You don’t know what he said, but whatever it was, Tanjirō becomes deathly pale and shivers uncontrollably. You look at them curiously, but none of them would meet your gaze.

Finally, you take your first few steps down that dirt path, sparing one final look at your world and everything you’ve ever known. But you’re not afraid, for you have Tanjirō by your side.

“We’re in this together.”

“There’s no one else I would rather do this with.”

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[digitalfootprinthider]

Best friends, right?

Levi Ackerman x reader (not really that romantic but the intent was there lmao)

+ no pronouns for reader

after fighting side by side with Levi for so long you finally develop a small connection

i literally never wrote anything before thisss nfhjsckladc I more than appreciate if you read this and give me your thoughts :) and sorry for spelling errors- English is not my first language

An expedition always came with massive losses. This one was no exception, but personal deaths were always horrifying. I was, along with every squad captain no stranger to those ether. Seeing someone losing their entire team is horrible. The survivors guilt, the what ifs and the spiraling.

But as a captain i know its our responsibility to be strong and caring towards our squad- or what’s remained of them. they all died. I want to convince myself that they died fast and didn’t feel that much pain, or they died for a good course, but right now they all feel like lies. Telling their families is always the hardest thing i have to do.

‘Stop. You can do this hysteria later,’ I mumble to myself as i force my head away from my dead cadet and slap myself to take control of it again. We’re still in the middle of this mission, and a few dead friends should never stop me from completing my task.

we are in the outer space of wall Maria trying to manage the make best of the situation, if that's even possible right now. titans-or a human, the hole doesn't look like a titan has done it- crushed the walls so now the other ones are getting in. The view is disturbing to say the least. Dead all around, the ones there is no way saving are screaming with all that's left in them and who knows how many are still in there- I have to remind myself again to shut these out, i can worry about it later, for now there is only one thing to do-

kill as many of these assholes as possible. I jump from the rooftop into the endless titans, leaving my cadet’s body. I slash a titans nape with one fast blow and move onto my next victim. I see a cadet struggling to deal with an abnormal so i join in. At least i can save them.

‘Where is the rest of your team? You shouldn't be alone.’ I ask her after swiftly handling the situation. In the back of my mind I'm hoping that the answer wouldn’t be death, just in case i put on a poker face.

‘umm thanks for the help’ She said visibly distressed. Judging by that reaction it was her first expedition, poor girl getting her first real experience with this is not gonna do her much good. I try to give her a reassuring look but that's not my forte.

‘I just saw them over there’ she points with her head but its shaking so much its hard to get anything out of it. ’Ill go join them. Again thanks for the help.’ She swings away. I do the same.

after that, my body is on auto mode. Swing, neck, swing legs, wing neck, repeat. There was no strength left in me and i just wanted to stop for a minute but if i would i knew couldn't get up again. So much of that color code Hange made was in the air one can hardly see through it but it’s not stopping anyone. We all know how much is depending on us clearing out the space while the other can flee.

Suddenly i hear a loud noise. I finish with my current victim and go up to the walls to inspect. It was the signal that meant the fight was over. I desperately wanted to find the my te-it will take some time to really realize they are no more. My knees buckle but i keep myself standing. If don't sit down soon my body will collapse.

Next to the wall was a quickly build station we did on all expeditions. I just sat down on a bench in front of one of the main huts next to a cadet with their face in their hands. As i look around i see people eather crying, hugging each other and barley moving a muscle from still being in shock. The adrenalin was wearing off and they just realizing the losses, the same happening to me.

Some liquid is dripping down into my eyes from my head. Its weird because Titan blood should’ve went away by now, and i didn't have any head injuries. That is when it hit me. It was their blood. my squad is dead. Again. Every close friend i have- had, is getting ripped to shreds in the walls while i sit on a little bench. I take a closer look at the man next to me and realize its captain Ackerman. We probably look the same now: bruised, uniforms tainted by blood that's not ours, and ripped in a few places and hints of dirt and colors from the flares.

We literally never talked, but became cadets then captain around the same. For a few years we even shared a squad. We were in the same room most of our carrier. We are both closed off so we never got deeper than talking during meetings. I must’ve been staring at him for a while, because he looks up from his hands into my eyes waiting me to say something. When we lock eyes it hits me. From our year of cadets we were the last ones standing. From our old squad everyone died long ago. His family, that nice girl and boy i cant even remember the name of are dead. So is my old best friend whom we joined to the corps together. Its seems a different world remembering back to it, with one constant.

Ackerman. He was always there. everyone else coudn't live up to the standards of this life but we did. he did, he was always there with me and i cant even recall the names of his dead family. I don't think we even called each other by our first names yet, but it feels like a decade since we first started as cadets.

Seeing my face deep in thought and bloody he stated that i wont be talking anytime soon, so he went back to his hands, but a spoke up in the last second.

‘I guess you’re my best friend now.’ He quickly looked back to me and than around for whom I was speaking to, but when he realized it was him he looked at me weirdly, like I had three heads. ‘By default. Sometimes i forget we even know each other but now your the one i know the most about, and that's not really a compliment.’We both frowned ‘That came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound bitchy.’

For a few seconds we just stared at each other blankly but i think he realized what i was saying and I saw two thing in his eyes. Pity, not for me but for my cadets. I liked that. And recognition.

‘You’re YN.’ His voice was weak. He probably lost most of his voice giving orders for his team. I don't have to worry about that for a while. ‘If its any consolation i saw two of your squad going down. It was not your fault. You fought well.’ He tilted his head up towards the still dirty sky, resting his head on the tent behind him and took a deep breath. Even looking like a corpse he was still beautiful. As that thought came up my mind my brows knitted- Its an objective observation, not a love confession. Not like i know more than two things about this man anyways.

‘As for the friend part, my pool of best friends candidates just got significantly smaller so you’re in luck.’ He looked into my eyes, but still kept his head upwards. ’If you’re interested you could join in to missions while you short things out. I’ll keep you busy.’ With that he closed his eyes once again. I considered the conversation over. I mimicked his movement and tried to tidy up my mind and maybe even rest a little.

I hope at least it was a fun read ")

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

You bought him a cake that said 'nice ass, bro' for Reggie/Willie because I feel like either of them would

INNY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! (this is at most T rated and not spiralling out of control BUT STILL)

“Dude,” Alex laments, “stop moping. This is getting ridiculous.”

Reggie pouts, “He’s not picking up any of my hints! I don’t know what else to try.”

“You could try, I don’t know, talking to him? Directly.” Luke chimes in from the other side of the room where he’s fiddling with his guitar. 

Reggie groans dramatically, throwing himself face down onto the couch. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles into the cushion.

“You are being next level dramatic right now,” Alex says, unimpressed. 

“You don’t get it.”

“I… *I* don’t get it?”

“He’s like. The world’s prettiest person.”

“Well aware, Reg. Are you living in an alternate universe where Willie only exists to you, or…?”

“Shut up,” Reggie says, again muffled by the cushion.

Alex pats Reggie’s head patronizingly. “Alright, well you have fun eating the furniture because you can’t figure out how to use your words. I’m going for ice cream. Bye!”

“If you see Willie tell him I love him!” Reggie calls from where he’s still lying. He’s turned his head to the side so that his voice will at least carry. 

“Tell him your own fucking self.”

Alex grabs his keys and leaves, the door slamming behind him. 

Reggie groans.

“Wow, not even ice cream can help. You must really be suffering,” Luke comments, setting his guitar down beside him.

“Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Luke,” Reggie whines. He freezes and then jolts upright. “Wait!”

Reggie quickly throws on his shoes and runs after Alex. “Alex! Wait!” he calls desperately. 

–

“I can’t believe you convinced them to write that,” Alex sighs as he starts the car. 

“It’s amazing what a good tip will do,” Reggie beams. He starts giggling, “That’s what he said.”

“You are a child, I swear.”

“You’re just grumpy ‘cuz you’re boring.”

“I’m not boring and I’m not grumpy.”

“You’re always grumpy. Maybe you need a good tip too,” Reggie mutters.

Alex gapes at Reggie. “I get plenty laid, thank you very much.”

“Okay, well can we get me laid please? Go go go.”

“Jesus, next time I’m leaving you at home.”

“The cake is going to MELT, Alex.”

“I still don’t know why you needed fucking ice cream for this,” Alex mumbles. 

They sit in relative silence for the drive, Reggie’s knee bouncing excessively and Alex trying not to lose it on him. When they finally pull into the parking lot, Reggie bolts out of the car.

“Reggie!” Alex calls, “You forgot your fucking cake.”

Reggie doubles back and scoops it out of the backseat where he’d buckled it for safety. He runs up to the building, jimmying the door open like he always does. Sure he could buzz up but where’s the fun in that? 

He jogs up the stairs, all three flights of them, and stops in front of the familiar green door panting for breath. 

Just as he’s about to knock, the door opens. Willie stands there stunned for a moment. “Reggie? What are you-”

“I brought you cake!” Reggie exclaims, shoving the plastic dome into Willie’s hands. The lid is frosted up from being out of the freezer for a while, obstructing the message on top.

“Cake? Why? It’s not… Reggie, why are you here?” Willie sighs.

“Just,” Reggie pushes Willie back into the apartment. He grabs the cake back and sets it on the counter, pulling the lid off and presenting it back to Willie. 

“‘Nice ass, bro’?” Willie reads with amusement. “Bro?” he clarifies. “Is this you telling me-”

“That I think you have a very nice ass. Yes. And I would very much like your ass to be in my general vicinity much more regularly. The ‘bro’ might have been me freaking out. And… Ohmygod, kill me now.” 

Willie chuckles and takes the cake from Reggie, setting it back down. “I’d also like my ass to be in your general vicinity much more regularly, Reg.”

“Yeah?” Reggie looks up at him sheepishly.

“Yeah.”

“As like… a friend thing, or?”

“No, not as a friend thing, you numpty. As a, ‘maybe even naked once in a while thing.’”

Reggie’s face feels unbearably hot and he imagines the colour matches. “Yeah, naked every once in a while sounds kind of great.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna kiss me or are we skipping that part?”

“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s do that. Please,” Reggie stammers. 

Willie laughs and reaches out to pull Reggie closer. Reggie closes the distance, pressing their lips together. 

Nobody really complains about the melted ice cream cake on the counter later.

[omegaworld]

Trust [Alpha Law x omega reader] - part 2

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 - Final

Word count: 3253

Y/n waited anxiously outside the submarine while the man went to get Law. The man finally exits the submarine accompanied by Law and a few other crew members who she remembered were Penguin, Shachi and Bepo the alphas of the omegas she had been with. Her inner omega purrs and her knees almost buckle again at the presence of her alpha, certainly the poster photo did not do justice to the real thing.

The three crewmen seem excited to understand who she was and Y/n holds her breath as Law looks at her and frowns. 'What is this? I made it very clear I didn't want her'

This was it, she was rejected again. Couldn't he see that they were mates? No, he could otherwise he wouldn't have said he had made it clear before. So what was it? Money couldn't be the problem since she was being offered to him. Was she such a disappointment?

'B-But Captain she is your mate!' says Bepo in shock with Shachi and Penguin agreeing. 'I don't want a mate' Law was about to walk away leaving her standing there without even a chance to utter a word.

Y/n's heart was broken into a thousand pieces, she knew she shouldn't have fed those false hopes. Still she clenches her fists and shouts 'Wait!' 'What don't you understand when I say I don't want you for anything?!' Law shouts back irritated and Yn cringes, even if his alpha has that opinion the same doesn't seem to be the case with the alphas accompanying him 'Maybe you don't want an omega but I bet they do!' Y/n shouts pointing at Penguin, Shachi and Bepo (Yes they are alphas, would it be interest an x reader with them?)  

Law casts a glance at the three who seem genuinely interested 'And what do their omegas have to do with you?' Taking a breath to regain his calm Y/n continues this time in a lower tone 'When the merchants go to contact a crew they round up all the omegas they have found of that crew' 'And why didn't they say anything like that when they called?' 'Because omegas are expensive. If the captain doesn't want his for them it's not even worth talking about the others. I've met all three of them, they're lovely and they don't deserve the fate that awaits them if they stay there.' 'And what does that have to do with you?' 'I'm a beast, my value is much higher, if you take me you can trade me for all three without any problems.'

Law sighs at the stares of his crewmates. He might not want an omega but that didn't give him or right to stop his friends from having one. 'Bring na and set a course for the omega trade where she came from' With this Law walks back to the submarine not sparing another glance at the poor omega.

Y/n smiles and plays with her fingers sadly, positively thinking at least she would be good for something good.

___

The trip to the outpost lasted about a week. During those few days Y/n was able to get to know the crew and everyone became quite attached to her recognizing that she certainly had the charisma to be her captain's mate. Even though she was rejected, it was the best and probably the happiest single week she would ever have in her life. She adapted to the routines of the crew, learned to read maps and a little about how the submarine worked, also learned how to cook a few things, first aid, and showed interest in learning to read and write, but for this one week was not enough. The best part of that week was being able to see Law around the ship, and as the dominant alpha of the gang, the whole ship smelled of him, which was very comforting to Y/n.

Shachi, Bepo and Penguin liked the omega quite a bit and eventually felt guilty that she was going to sacrifice herself. They asked several times if it was really okay and she always assured them that it was. After all with no friends, no family, no alpha, an omega's freedom mattered little if she had nowhere else to go. The three alphas even approached their captain several times about why he rejected her trying to convince him to keep her, but it didn't work as according to him 'omegas can't be trusted'.  

Although the days were fun Y/n had to fight nightmares every night. His frightened, crying moans were low enough to go unnoticed by the crew. Except Law. To him the sounds rang loud, digging in and making his inner alpha become desperate with the need to protect his omega. He would never admit it out loud, but it was extremely difficult for him to resist the omega. The way she fit so perfectly into the crew learning and always trying to help or how the environment around her always seemed to rejoice with her beautiful smile. Her scent was also one of the reasons his alpha struggled, he wished he could simply get closer and soak in it.

The night before his arrival at the post was definitely the most difficult. Aside from the fact that he had a glimpse of enormous pain in his eyes when she gave her 'goodnight' to everyone broke his heart, the sounds of the omega that night seemed to be even louder than any other. As such Law was eventually unable to sleep and spent the entire night lying there staring at the ceiling, cold sweats, gasping for breath and his hand pressed heavily against his heart in an attempt to calm the struggle of his inner alpha. After all, omegas were not to be trusted and he would not let a mere instinct overpower him.

First thing in the morning they were able to spot the 'trading' post. The tribulation disembarked and entered the dungeon after Law warned the guards that they were coming on business. Following one of the guards through almost endless corridors Y/n feels chills run down his spine knowing that he would soon be in the same, if not worse, situation again as all those omegas.

___

Early in the morning they were able to spot the 'trading' post. The tribulation disembarked and entered the dungeon after Law warned the guards that they were coming on business. Following one of the guards through almost endless corridors Y/n feels chills run down his spine knowing that he would soon be in the same, if not worse, situation as all those omegas again.

Arriving at a specific room where omegas were delivered they meet the 'manager' and Law decides to sum it up in cold words 'I want to trade it for the three omegas of my crew members' the manager analyzes them and turns his attention to a stack of papers reading attentively. 'Shachi, Penguin and Bepo from the pirates of the corazon, two common omegas and a polar bear omega mink' the man looks at Y/n again and flashes a smile stamping that Law was an idiot 'for a beast with white fur' Y/n cringes at the look the man gives him and Law almost growls 'I accept the offer, in fact they were leaving just today, the buyer should be here soon, but I believe you will not be disappointed with such an exchange'. Y/n's eyes open in shock, she didn't expect to leave so soon.

'Just wait a bit, they should be being brought in now.' It was said and done, after about 10 minutes 3 omegas entered the room with their heads down accompanied by guards who release them after a nod from the manager. The eyes of the 3 alphas literally glow and upon smelling the smells the omegas raise their heads looking between the alphas and Y/n and after a moment of hesitation they run to Yn enveloping her in a tight hug. 'Y/n! Did you make it and come back for us?!' Y/n smiles amidst the hug and strokes the head of Shachi's omega 'Exactly, now you will be able to go with them' they look at the alphas and Y/n urges them 'Go'. They each run to their alpha and are immediately enveloped in a tight hug. Y/n tries to soothe the ache in her chest, she wishes she had been greeted like this by Law. But that didn't matter, now at least they would be happy.

The manager approaches Y/n and one of the guards places some handcuffs on the omega. The other 3 omegas look confused between her and the heart pirates. Y/n smiles as she starts to be taken away 'It was bad. You guys go and I'll stay. Take good care of them for me guys'. Law looks away from the scene as he grits his teeth forcing himself to allow his mate to be taken from him forever. 'Law' when she speaks he immediately raises his gaze, looking directly into her bright grey eyes she continues 'You will be happy right?' everyone looks at the captain in expectation as he swallows and putting on an indifferent mask replies 'I already am happy and will be'. Y/n sighs happily at his answer and gives Law the truest smile he had ever seen in his entire life. Not a hint of remorse or rancor, just love and sincerity. It takes everything in Law not to get up and snatch it out of that man's hands. But he didn't, he just watched as those bastards took his omega out of the room and the door closed behind them.  

'Let's get her ready before we bring her back here for the negotiation with the celestial dragon' the man says to one of the workers 'And you dear customers, I believe our business is taken care of, please leave' he finishes leaving the room.  

All the way back to the submarine Law had his eyes glazed over the floor. The whole crew was confused as to why the captain hadn't brought her along, it was obvious how the situation was really affecting him and that he did care about her. The three omegas felt a huge guilt, during their 'stay' together Y/n was the most positive, promising several times that everything would work out, but in the end she sacrificed herself to make it work for the three of them. Both wanted to attack Law but they knew they couldn't because besides being useless it would only create more problems.

On the other hand, Law's thoughts were racing a thousand times an hour about what could happen to her in the hands of a celestial Dragon.

'Captain'  

Law who is already in the polar tang sitting on one of the couches with one of the cushions tightly clutched in his hands, is brought out of his thoughts by Bepo. 'We wanted you to at least see it to the end so you won't regret it later' said this Penguin pressed a button and the room they had been in earlier began to be displayed on the screen. Bepo, Penguin and Shachi could not understand their captain's denial regarding the omega but they all knew how important a companion was. It was apparent that she cared a lot about him and even though Law's denial was quite affected by the whole situation so the 3 alphas decided to place a small transmitting den mushi that would not be visible in the room so that they would later be able to see the negotiation with the Celestial Dragon in a last ditch attempt to get their captain to back down.

Law's eyes widen as he recognizes the room displayed on the screen and was about to question when a loud bang is heard from the den mushi transmitter and redirects everyone's attention to the scene. The bang corresponded to the door being opened and soon the manager entered accompanied by a Heavenly Dragon, two workers and some Heavenly Dragon deer.

The manager nods to the guards who immediately open one of the cells and remove Y/n from it. The little omega keeps his gaze low with his tail between his legs and his ears glued to his head while the Heavenly Dragon smiles 'It is indeed a beautiful specimen! When you told me you had changed my order I was worried, but I'm glad I trusted you! What cute ears, and white ones at that. And this body, I'm sure I can still make good use of it today,' says the dragon as he approaches Y/n and starts stroking her ears with a wicked smile.

At the sound of the Dragon's words and seeing the omega Law's shudder of fear he begins to growl without realizing it too wrapped up in anger over the whole scene he was watching. The growl was low but loud and grew in intensity as he got closer to the omega. Hearing him add 'I bought good doses of potent aphrodisiacs' Law growls loudly and begins to fill the room with his strong alpha dominant scent. The entire team is startled by Law's growl but they proceed with their plan to ignore his behavior and wait for him to get out of control and do something.  

When the Heavenly Dragon approaches the omega's neck to get a whiff of him he twitches his nose and backs away. Looking down at the omega's cuffed hands he quickly steals the fabric from between her small hands and twitches his nose as he smells the pungent scent of another alpha. 'What-' 'Give it back!' Y/n screams with tears of despair as the Dragon pulls the fabric further and further away from her. Law recognized it, it was a scarf he used to wear, now it should be in the back of his closet so no wonder he hadn't noticed it was missing. 'Why should I?' 'Because it's my alpha's!' Dragon grimaces and glares at the salesman 'In case you haven't figured it out now I am your alpha and there won't be another one' the manager tries to calm the whole situation down 'You know what? It's that I went to get her especially for you! She was in the hands of another alpha, but as you can see she remains untouched and without any signs of marking! The poor thing still hasn't accepted that she's been sold, but she's always been quite naughty and I'm sure she'd love to break your spirit!' the Celestial Dragon thinks before smiling smugly at the man's conversation 'P-please' Everyone looks at Y/n and she sniffles 'I-if you let me keep it I promise to be a good omega for you'

This whole situation was so scary and Y/n was sure it would only get worse. That alpha smelled so bad, she never found alphas smells particularly pleasant and after smelling Law all the others seemed even worse. Just the thought of living surrounded by that disgusting smell made her feel like she was about to vomit. Her fate was sealed. All she could do was try to keep that Law-scented handkerchief that Bebo had kindly given her.  

At this point Law was crazy, her inner alpha was screaming and clawing for him to get her out of there. So what if he didn't trust omegas? So what if he didn't want her as a mate? He was her predestined mate and if she didn't stay with him she shouldn't stay with anyone. Or at least not with an alpha she didn't want. If she didn't smell like him she should smell like herself, not another alpha. Seeing her like this scared and helpless, his alpha instinct demanded that he protect her. Seeing her like this, despite everything, fighting for the last piece of him she might have, his alpha purred with his loyalty.

The Dragon lets out a sneering sound 'You have no choice little omega' throwing the scarf away he approaches the omega again 'You will learn that from now on I am the only alpha, the one who will mark you' Y/n's heart sinks, with wide eyes she is unable to move in sheer terror at what the alpha was about to do. She feels like vomiting when she feels his breath on her neck, her marking spot, where an alpha's bite would reclaim her as his.

Something inside Law just breaks, if anyé was going to mark that omega it would be him when the celestial dragon is about to bite Law quickly creates giant 'room' and with a 'shambles' exchanges Y/n for the pillow he was holding. The moment he has her in his arms Law pulls her to him by the waist and his other hand is tangled in her hair getting a good angle of her neck he bites deeply.

The bite sends shivers throughout Y/n's body, Law's scent invades her and she falls forward, the warmth of the alpha marking her enveloping her. She sighs happily, there was no way in the world she could mistake her alpha's presence and looking crazy or not he was right there, marking her and that was what mattered to her. She was being marked by her alpha.  

The omega clings to Law like a lifesaver as he recovers from his stupor while licking his wound. As his alpha instincts calmed down he became aware of what he had done. He had scored an omega, his omega. Law takes a deep breath and pulls away, what he sees in her eyes again surprises him. Joy and gratitude, not an ounce of remorse that he had left her there, not an ounce of doubt as to why she was here, just that, joy and gratitude.  

'You can stay here' everyone rejoices at the captain's words, 'but I still don't want a mate' Law says walking away and turning his back 'you stay here only because it is dangerous out there for omegas' Bepo prepares to question him, but Y/n interrupts him with a happy voice 'Yes captain'

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin had separate rooms now that they had their companions. Y/n had her own room where she had stayed before and for the first time in a long time she slept happily and without nightmares. She was now not only marked by Law but was also covered in his scent making her feel totally protected. What did it matter if Law didn't accept her as a mate? She was with him and safe, she could see him, hear him and smell him every day. This was a thousand times more than even a few hours ago she believed she could ever have.

That night Law remained in his room, the smell of the omega had lingered on him and he hated to like it. As much as those instincts overwhelmed him he still wanted to fight, he knew it was hard and now it would be even harder as he had already partly given in. But the more he sank into that feeling the worse it would be. He remembered as if it was yesterday, Corazon. His omega was also a beast, he loved her more than anything and yet she ran away. Abandoned him to die when he needed her to. If she had fought back surely they would have beaten Vigo and Corazon would be alive. He would not make the same mistake. Omegas are not to be trusted.

[bytheangell]

A prompt for youuuuu m’lady~

33. “Keep your hands over your ears, do you hear me? Even when the noises stop. Don’t listen.”

For Malec?;)

Have a great day!!

Don't Look Back (Read on AO3)

Alec knows it’s his fault they’re here in the first place. He got cocky, or maybe careless… no, careless isn’t the right word. Reckless, but reckless in the face of trying to save the man he loves. He should’ve trusted that Magnus could handle himself, and should’ve listened when Magnus told him to run.

Now Alec stands within a cage of magical making, one he cannot escape unless the warlock who created it either takes down the walls or dies. Magnus stands on the other side, helpless to break it. Alec left himself an easy target, and now he’s being used as the one bait Magnus can’t walk away from.

“Magnus, please. Just get out of here and save yourself.” There are sounds from down the hallway, voices and footsteps, and flashes of magic that Alec knows won’t be good for either of them. “I’ll be fine.” “You’ll be dead,” Magnus says, his tone a bone-chilling mixture of casual and cruel. “And I can’t have that.”

“Magnus, I-”

“Shhh,” Magnus hushes sharply. “Alexander, I need you to listen to me. Close your eyes, and keep your hands over your ears, do you hear me? Even when the noises stop. Don’t listen.”

“Magnus, what are you going to do?” Alec asks.

“What I need to,” Magnus replies. “Please, Alexander. If you’re ever going to listen to me, listen to me now.”

There’s a desperation behind Magnus’ words that convinces Alec to close his eyes and bring his hands over his ears without any further hesitation. Not listening to Magnus is what brought them here in the first place, and he isn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

The sound that reaches Alec’s ears is nearly deafening, even through his palms pressed against his ears as hard as he can manage. There’s a light so bright he can see it beyond his clenched-shut eyelids, a flash of light red that brightens the blackness. The temptation to look is stronger than anything Alec’s ever felt before, and as the air around him begins to whip and pull at his clothing he almost does it.

Then it’s silent.

Alec takes a deep breath and releases the tension in his body ever-so-slightly, but keeps his hands over his ears and his eyes shut tight.

Even when the noises stop.

Alec wonders how long he should stay like this. The longer the silence draws out the faster the panic begins to rise, turning his stomach into knots and tightening his chest as his breathing quickens. What if Magnus is injured, or dead, and Alec is just standing there with his eyes shut doing nothing…

A gentle hand on Alec’s shoulder makes him jump, eyes snapping open with a split-second determination of whether the hand is a friend or an enemy. When his gaze lands on Magnus’ face mere inches away from his own, his first emotion is relief.

When he sees the way Magnus’ eyes droop with barely enough energy to remain open, his legs shaking until his knees buckle and he drops to the pavement below.

That’s when Alec finally takes in the other bodies on the ground. A quick glance shows nearly a dozen of them, and Alec can’t tell if they’re all warlocks or not. He also can’t tell if they’re unconscious or dead, and at this particular moment, he doesn’t want to know. If he thinks hard enough he’ll piece together that the barrier around him is no longer active, so at least one of them is dead.

Deep down, Alec knows he doesn’t care, not while Magnus is clearly hurting.

“Let’s get you out of here,” he says instead, focusing on escaping while he can.

Alec knows he’ll have to ask later but for now, he does his best to look past his surroundings, pretending he still can’t see or hear anything as he supports Magnus the best he can on their way out, never once looking back.

[swiftly-skywalker]

10 songs, 10 people (part 2!!)

okay when i did this a while ago I said i wanted to do it again so now i am :P this round's way more chaotic so buckle in bitches my caps lock was working hard tonight

lets get started

@justadmiringanakin (i know i already tagged you in the last one but you have top tier music taste so im bringing u back) @emilysmidnights (come back...be here) @karmaismyb0yfriend um idk anyone else to tag so open tag?

You're Losing Me | Taylor Swift - bro this song. so devastating but also such a period slay??? miss blondie i just love you so so much you will always be awesome

firearm | Lizzy McAlpine - "what a joke?!?!" "WHAT A FUCKED UP REALITY SHOW?!?!?!?" "YOU HAD ME CONVINCED THAT YOU LOOOOOOVEDDDD MEEEEE???????????????????" i have no other words. lizzy i love you so so much as well you're so cool

in my head | Ariana Grande - this one's partly for ch 18 of ffm. I- rfobsVKfobalAbalbgrushf I love this song so much. The lyrics? the production?? the high notes??? perfection. ALSO GO READ FALL FOR ME PLEASE BY @justadmiringanakin DO IT

The Alcott | The National and Taylor Swift - the parts where they sing like at each other??? AMAZING. i never fail to scream out tay tay's parts-- DID MY LOVE AID AND ABET YOU SHRED MY EVENING GOWNNNNNNN

Easier to Cry | TV Girl - and she just wanted to die but it was easier, it was easier to ADFFJSKBF:IURCSVG CRYYYYYYYY

What You Wish For | Guster - okay where my hayden girlies at cus theres a story to this one. I've always loved Guster since I was a baby, theyre my mom's fave. The movie Life As A House (EMO HAYDEN) came out about 4, 4.5 months after I was born. The directer of LaaH is a HUGE Guster fan. Their songs are in all of his movie soundtracks. This, along with the song Rainy Day of the same album (Lost and Gone Forever 1999), were featured in Life as a House. My mom met the director of this movie at a Guster concert when I was unfortunately only like 2 and too young to go. She also loved Hayden-i guess the obsession is a gene lol. thank u for coming to my ted talk

Thinkin Bout Me | Morgan Wallen - before I begin, if you're thinking of hating on country music, do not interact please. it's unnecessary. I'm unashamed for my interests. anyways this song is so GOOD morgy is absolutely SAVAGE songwriter and i loveeee him for it.

NYMPHOLOGY | Melanie Martinez - this song is also so amazingly savage. I love both Melanies, old and new. Angry songs are my PASSION and this song hits so hard for me

Someday You Will Be Loved | Death Cab for Cutie - "DO IT FOR BEN GIBBARD"-my friend i was talking to making this as i told her idk if i should put death cab on here -> this is my fave song by death cab (postal service and solo gibbard not included) for inexplicable reasons

and finally....

WILD UNCHARTED WATERS BY JONAH HAUER-KING yes i felt the need to yell that one at you guys this barbie just saw the little mermaid and is officially obsessed. IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!! the music? the storytelling?? the casting???? PERFECT. Everyone was soooo good in it and i encourage you ALL to go see it or watch somewhere. i condone illegals to see this movie. anyway Jonah Hauer-King was GORGEOUS and sang SO WELL and I LOVE HIM and OMG. ive listened to this song on heavy repeat in the last few days. like my spotify is having a stroke actually

[camaro-and-smokes]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 3: The Way You Look Tonight

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Redemption, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington, POV Billy Hargrove, First Meetings, Dreamsharing, Fluff, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Dreams and Nightmares, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Language, Harringrove, Protective Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are friends, everyone is grown up, innuendos, Steve Harrington is not so innocent...

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Summary: Steve takes Billy to a dinner, so naturally Billy is concerned if Steve is ready to take him as he is: something that doesn't fit into a box other than himself.

Author notes: I'm sorry that this story is the only one that comes out right now 🤷♀️ I hope you enjoy it though 😉

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Billy stood in the middle of Eddie's living room with the nicest makeup he'd ever done, his hair on a loose bun with strands of hair on the loose from it, faux feather earrings hanging in his earlobes, rings in his fingers, wearing tight black jeans, a well fitting but tasty black shirt with buckled straps to keep it together, boots with high heels - and looking miserably at Chrissy. "He said to come as I am. But I don't know if he can take me 'as I am'." Chrissy sighed having tried to convince Billy of his looks for the better of a half an hour. "Billy, trust me. You look absolutely stunning. Tell me again why wouldn't he take you the way you are?" "Because I don't fit in a box?" "Why would he want you to fit in a box of any other than your own?" Billy bit his thumbnail. "Because who he is. What he does." Chrissy smiled. "Listen. You go there just as you are, with that lovely makeup, and jewelry, and stunning as always even if you're just wearing such a simple setup, and I'm so jealous of you looking so good just like that, by the way. If he can't take it, then you know at once it wasn't meant to be. That's a good thing." "But what if..." "No what ifs. We're asking a straight guy perspective to this right now. Eddie! Come here!"

Eddie, who had known from experience to steer away when Chrissy gave Billy one of her many pep talks before his dates, walked into the room. "Ok. That's...Hargrove, wow!" Eddie stuttered, and looked Billy from head to toe and smiled. "You look good. And I'm not just saying. He's one lucky guy getting you." Billy raised an eyebrow as he scowled at Eddie, Eddie being one of his few childhood friends, pondering if he should believe his words. "Fine, I believe you," he finally grumbled. Then he looked back at Chrissy, smiling, and they both broke in giggles. "Oh god, I'm actually going on a date with Mr. Big!" he said excited. "I'm so excited for you!" Chrissy replied. "You make sure to text me immediately when you get back, ok? I want to know everything!" “Well, if everything goes well...You might not get a text until morning,” Billy smirked.

-oOo-

Steve called Robin immediately when he stepped into his apartment from the elevator. "I found him," he said excitedly when Robin answered. "Who?" she asked. "The woman from the dream," Steve said as he walked into his walk-in wardrobe, pulling his tie open. "You said he," Robin said confused. Steve went through his shirts and pulled out one of his favorites, a cream one with tiny moss green gears in it. "I know. I was the one who got it wrong. It was a he from the start."

Robin was quiet.

Well, that was a first. Steve stopped going through the rack of black slacks when she remained quiet. "Hey, are you there?" he asked exasperated. "I am! I'm just totally and utterly speechless. It was a man?" "I just said so! He has long blond hair, and the bluest eyes, and longest lashes. When you see him you understand how it was so easy to mistake him for a her." Steve paused what he was doing at the sock drawer, and stared in front of him for a moment, grinning. "And boy, does he love high heels." "Sounds like someone has already fallen quite hard." "I might have taken a jump of sorts..." Steve admitted, his cheeks burning. "Let me guess: the heels sealed the deal?" Robin teased. "Oh, ha ha." "Well, at least you have something in common for sure. So, how did you find him?" "Actually, it was he who found me. He'd had the same dreams as I did." "That is scary." "He'd also had the nightmares, which is even more strange. And some of his acquaintances had had them too. Apparently they went away when they sorted out their lives. Which makes sense."

Robin coughed in the other end. "So, how did he find you?" "He's a writer, he used a photo bank to find me. Then he was just waiting for me to stop by the coffee shop downstairs while he was there. Today it happened." "For once being photographed and having your address freely on the net paid off." "Exactly. Listen, could you do a background check on him for me?" Steve asked as he was going through his belts and settled for a simple Gucci one. Robin was quiet for a moment. "Uh, Steve? You think about being serious with him?" she asked hesitantly. "I wouldn't ask otherwise," Steve said casually, and looked at the row of jackets trying to decide if he should go for something earthy or more colorful. "Steve, then he's not just someone you need to be able to trust. If you want him to become your significant other, he needs to be able to trust you too. If I run a checkup on him, and you can't keep it to yourself - which is very likely knowing you - it'll make a dent to the relationship when he finds out you did that and didn't trust him. It would be so much more better if you did the checking the old fashion way, and just asked him yourself. If he's serious about you too, he'll tell you." Steve sat on the bench in the wardrobe and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just...uh, I’ve never felt like this. I just want him to really be the one, and everything to happen already."

"Hey, this is a prime opportunity to finally put all that charm of yours to actual good work to help you get somewhere, and not spend it on cheap escorts." "Hey, they're not cheap. Oh, which reminds me: pay the madame and make sure all the girls get a proper tip. I won't be needing their services any more." "Finally a smart move from you, and one I've told you to do for a long time," Robin sighed. "Thank you for the reminder, Robin, head of my security," Steve said sardonically. "You're welcome, Steve, my best friend since teens," Robin replied with a matching tone. "Well, I'm off to the shower, I'm having dinner with him in..." Steve glanced at his watch, "in 15 minutes, shit! I thought I had more time. Fucking Zooms! People keep talking in them as if they don’t have to be anywhere... Eh, could you call the restaurant to ensure that the hostess takes care of him until I get there? Oh, and ask Jim clear me a bigger parking spot in the garage, will you? I'm taking the black Merc out." "Wow." Robin was stunned and silent for a while. "Uh, sure, sure,” she said genuinely surprised. “I'll make the calls. So, what's his name? I have to dig him up now, since you actually seem to be serious with him. You don't show that black beauty just to anyone."

-oOo-

A big, black Mercedes was waiting in front of Billy's apartment building, the driver by the open backdoor, when Billy walked out. The driver didn't say anything during the drive, and Billy didn't mind. He was so anxious about going on an actual date with Steve ‘Mr. Big’ ‘Mr. Fortune500' Harrington, and looking the way he himself wanted to look like every day, but couldn't. Or maybe at this stage it was probably more that he just wasn't brave enough to look like it on a daily basis outside his home. The world no longer minded, and he knew that some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss wasn't that much. But for him it still was. It had just been few years that he'd properly embraced who he really wanted to be, and with all of that he was still a work in progress.

But he had to do it for Steve. Steve needed, he deserved, to see who he really was, from the very start.

When the car pulled over in front of one of the most prestigious restaurants in Chicago, Billy's heart was pounding in his ears. The driver opened the door, and Billy walked in to the restaurant. He asked for a reservation on Steve's name, and the hostess told him that Steve hadn't yet arrived, but that he'd left a note for her to take care of him until he would. She led Billy into a booth in the quiet back end of the restaurant, and asked what he'd like to drink while he waited. He asked for the house red wine, because what the hell one glass of wine did on the most important date of his life – nothing.

Sometime later Steve parked the black AMG Mercedes Coupé in the garage under the restaurant. He got in the elevator and was soon walking towards his own table in the back of the restaurant. He saw already from afar that Billy was seated at the table, back turned to him, and he stopped for a moment a few tables away to take in the curly blond hair on a loose bun, rings clinking as Billy moved his hand to catch a stray hair and pull it behind his ear.

Steve had waited this for so long, and finally... He almost choked to the thought. It was time for him to stop clinging into the dream and start living it for real. He took a deep sigh to steady his breathing, and walked to the booth.

Billy turned his gaze up from his wine glass at Steve like in slow motion, and smiled a shy smile.

Steve felt breathless. Billy had looked good in the morning, but now he looked simply...otherworldly.

Billy blushed when Steve didn't say anything but just looked at him with a goofy grin. "Hi.” Steve was wearing more casual clothes than in the morning when he'd been on his way to the office, and while Steve's style wasn't what Billy usually went for in his men, he could definitely get used to the well tailored suits and casual Gucci jackets.

"Hi," Steve said his voice a cracking a bit. He cleared his throat. "Uh, hi," he tried again. He took off his coat, and sat across the table. "You look lovely." Thousand butterflies got loose in Billy's stomach. "You sure about that?" he asked his gaze moving back to the wine glass and then back at Steve haltingly. Steve let out a breath and smiled. "No doubt about it." After a while of just staring at the beaut in front of him who was smiling at him so endearingly shyly, he remembered that he should probably do something. “Uh, I see you ordered wine. Do you want more with dinner, or...? I remember you said something about it earlier.” “Yeah, uh, I'm good with just this one. Just sparkling water with food, if it's ok with you?” “Absolutely. Do you want a menu, or would you trust me to order for us both?” “I assume you're paying then, too?” Steve smiled, and beckoned to the waiter, who came to take the order.

When the waiter was gone, Steve looked back at Billy. “You said that you write books.” “You have an excellent memory. Yes, I do.” “When things are important, they stick," Steve said. "So, what kind of books?” “Uh...Well...” Billy looked at his wine glass again and felt the tips of his ears burning. “Something that, eh, pays pretty well.” “Really? Are you a famous thriller writer?" Steve smiled. “Uh, no,” Billy shook his head, chuckling. “Something more for...feminine taste.” Steve looked at Billy for a while before it clicked. “Oh. Right.” “Yeah...” Billy said, blushing. “Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. So, a nice income then?” Billy shrugged. “Let's just say that I don't have to worry about how to pay bills that much anymore.” “And you have a pretty nice apartment, too, according to the address.” “It's ok. For someone who's single.” “Ah,” Steve said, feeling his cheeks heating up. “Well, if we go there...Then, I, uh...I'm not dating anyone at the moment. Either.” “That's good. It would be embarrassing if you were. Considering where we are,” Billy said, and looked around before looking back at Steve. “People might see and start talking,” Billy teased, and took a sip of his wine, playing with the foot of the glass with his finger once he set it back down. Steve chuckled. He leaned to the table, and reached to Billy's fingers, running his fingers lazily against Billy's. "You know, it's not like I take this kind of precautions for just any other date. It has to mean more for me to do that.” “Oh,” Billy raised his eyebrow. “I must be special then,” he cooed. “Oh, yes. You are,” Steve said, and took Billy’s hand in his. “Very." "Even though I'm not the usual...?" "Who wants usual?" Steve frowned. "You are...an acquired taste. Something I can't get out of my head," he said, smiling. "You're quite a charmer, you know that?" Billy said, and smiled the widest smile, biting the tip of his tongue. Steve shook his head taking a deep breath to try to calm the chills Billy's smile let loose on his skin.

Their discussion was interrupted by the waiter who brought them their food.

“So, maybe we should get the obvious things away from the table?” Steve asked as he cut his steak. “I'm sorry that I'm blunt, but I need to know.” “No, it's ok, don't worry. I appreciate it a lot actually,” Billy replied, and taking another sip, larger one, of his wine. “Makes things easier when you don’t have to guess.” “So...My net worth is somewhere in nine digits. I'm the second founder of the firm I work in, and I live a very nice life. Into which I'd very much would like to find a companion, someone for life. Where are you in life and what do you want from the future?” “Well, I'm pretty happy with my life. I have no idea what my net worth is, but I work enough to make a decent living, I have savings, and I get to do what I love for living. Everything else to that is a bonus.” “What if you face a situation where your life would change drastically from what it is now?” “You mean going from normal to jet set over night? Fast cars, private planes, yachts, holidays in Europe whenever you feel like it? Guarded life inside high fences and bodyguards?” Steve just looked at Billy, not saying a word. For he had already worded everything. Billy took another sip of his wine. “Uh...I haven't really thought about it. It's our first date. But I'm not here because of what you have. I'm here because...how you made me feel. In the dream. Like I said, I would be here even if you were a nobody.” Steve smiled. “I'm here too because of how you made me feel in the dream. I hope we get to that in real life soon, too.” Billy returned the smile, and tried to eat at least something from his plate. A swarm of butterflies was churning in his stomach, and hardly anything else was fitting in there right now. “What about kids?” Steve asked before he took another bite of the steak. “What about them?” Billy asked. Then he raised his gaze from his food to Steve and looked at him wide eyed. “You have kids?” he asked, incredulous. “Oh, no, I don't,” Steve said, understanding how his words had come out. “I'm asking if you want any.” “Uh...well, again a question I haven't really thought about. I haven't really been serious enough with anyone to...to think that far.” Billy set down his fork and knife and thought for a minute. “Yeah. I'd like to have kids, one day. Maybe not right now, not yet.” Steve smiled. “I'd like to have kids too, one day. But not yet.”

They finished their food, and when the empty plates were taken away, Steve managed to convince Billy to have dessert. Billy ordered a piece of cheesecake with a café au lait, and Steve took the same with an espresso.

“No cognac?” Billy asked, cutting the first piece of his cake with a fork and put it in his mouth, savoring the creamy taste, and pulling the fork out of his mouth very slowly. The act kept Steve's eyes locked in Billy's lips, and definitely made things happen in his groin, unintentionally. When the fork was back on the plate, he looked up to Billy's eyes. “I still need to drive tonight.” “Ah, right. What do you drive?” Billy asked taking another bite, again not rushing with the fork. Steve swallowed. Hard. “AMG Mercedes E Coupé.” “Nice. I'm particular to old American muscle cars myself. I had a 70's Camaro for a long time. I had to let it go when I moved to the city. Finding a parking space was a bitch, and there really is no use for a car when you live in the city.” “Well,” Steve said licking his lip, “maybe I can give you a ride home? To give you a glimpse of how the Merc handles.” Billy bit his lower lip, and smiled. “I would very much like to see how... the Merc...performs.”

When they were finished with the food, and Steve had paid it by giving the waiter a pitch black credit card and had told her to give herself a generous tip worth of three digits, he got up to get Billy's jacket from the hook in the wall. As he reached for it, he stopped for a while and smiled, as it was the same brown leather jacket he'd seen in his dream. "You know, I've seen this jacket on you before," he said as he held it for Billy. Billy turned to look at him as he pulled the zipper of the jacket up. "In the dream?" "Yes. You were running in front of me, pulling me after you, laughing that wonderful laughter of yours." "That is so strange, because I remember that dream too. I don't know where we were going though," Billy laughed. "Maybe we'll find out some day? Come, let me lead this time, though," Steve said, and reached his hand out to Billy, who took it. "My car is in the garage."

They walked hand in hand out of the elevator to the parking level where Steve's car was. “This is the only way to get out of here in my car without attracting too much attention, unfortunately,” Steve said as the hall lights turned on from the movement. “You have your very own level in the parking hall?” Billy asked as he didn’t see any other cars in the hall. “I have when I need one. I'm friends with the owner of the building,” Steve said nonchalantly.

A black Mercedes coupé was parked alone on the middle isle. When they got close enough, the car turned its lights on and the engine started purring. "She says hello," Steve joked, even though the car was simply set to start whenever he walked near it with the electric key in his pocket. He opened the passenger door to Billy, who smiled the widest smile as he sat down on the seat.

Steve felt weak in the knees. It wasn't just the feelings from the dream anymore. Just after this one date, he felt incredibly attracted to Billy, and not just physically. While that was a big part of it, the things they'd talked about the future were important to him, and they wanted the same things from it. It was as if they were a perfect match. Steve had learned over the years that he shouldn't jump carelessly into any relationship because of his work, but he couldn't help it with this one. Billy was really the one from his dreams and Steve wanted him fully to himself, right now.

Even though he knew so little of him.

"She's a beauty," Billy said running his hand on the leather covered dashboard when Steve sat on the driver's seat. "How fast?" "4.4 seconds." Billy whistled. "That is fast." "Yeah. She's really nice on the highway, but I usually take her out only on track days. You know, take her out to do what she's bred for." "And to impress dates?" Billy asked as he fastened his seat belt. "Not really, only for special ones." "Has there been many?" "Only one so far," Steve said, and put the car on drive. "This one."

[plentyoffandoms]

Day 7 🎃 Costumes & Sex Toys

Trey Miguel x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @hooks-martin

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. NSFW under the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

Trey Miguel's POV:

YN was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with her friends, while I stood against the wall, sipping my bear from the famous red cup.

How did she ever convince me to come to this Hallows party?

Oh yeah, she said I could pick out the costumes, but I completely forgot about that and I came home early this afternoon to see YN has already laid out the costume that she bought me.

"I told you I would pick them out?" I told her.

"I knew you would forget Trey. It's no big deal." She said to me as she continued to get ready.

So now this woman has me dressed up as Mario and her as Princess Peach. My friends couldn't help but laugh at me as we walked through the door, and her friends complimented her.

But there is one positive thing that came out of this whole night. We are not trying out our new sex toys that I got us for our anniversary.

The Date Night set it is called. I couldn't help but smirk at as I waiting for the right moment to turn her rabbit vibrator up high.

She has been slowly teasing me throughout the evening with the vibrating penis ring that I have on me.

I would be talking to someone and all of a sudden I would stop talking, breath deeply through my nose and close my eyes trying not to moan.

At one point I actually had to walk away from one of my cousins because the pleasure became just too much.

I had my phone in my hand ready to go, to finally get our own private party started and then YN made eye contact with me.

I waved at her and she blew me a kiss. Then to my pleasure I watched as her eyes got real wide and she was biting her lip and I have it set at the medium speed.

She looked down and then back up at me. She was about to head my way, when she was stopped by one of our mutual friends.

I turned down the level and I could see her visibly relax. I let her go back to thinking she had the upper hand.

I joined her on the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Enjoying yourself love?" I whispered in her ear as I nipped her earlobe and started to suck and kiss that one spot on her neck.

She shivered and whimpered out what I believe was a yes, but I have no clue.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket once more and to everyone around us, it looks like I was just taking a photo of us.

But I was showing YN the app that controls her toy. She couldn't do anything as she watched me turn it to the highest level.

I quickly turned her head and smashed my lips against hers as the moan she let out would of been louder than the music.

Good thing I was holding onto her as her knees buckled from the intensity.

"Trey." She muttered against my lips.

"Don't worry baby girl. I got you." I walked the two of us upstairs. People giving us knowing looks as they knew what we were gonna do.

~

I didn't even bother to remove our clothes fully. My boxers and overalls around my ankles and YN's skirt over her ass and her panties were around her ankles.

The tights she was wearing have long since been ripped and are laying on the floor in two. The cock ring and vibrator on the bed next to us, long forgotten about.

Her hair was wrapped around my fist as I thrust into her over and over again. I was already so close from what has happened this night.

First her costume. The blow job in the car on the ride here and her leaving me hanging as I had to calm myself down before I followed her into the party.

"Trey, you feel so good." YN cried out. I can just imagine the look on her face. Eyes half closed, mouth slightly open. Looking fucking gorgeous as she clenches around my cock.

"Nah baby. You feel like heaven. Shit should of come dressed as an angel." I slapped both her ass cheeks and watched as her ass jiggled.

I did that a couple of times, moaning every time as she would clench her pussy around my cock.

"So close Trey." YN whined. I knew she just needed a bit of help.

Without slowly down my thrusts, I grabbed the forgotten vibrator and put it against her clit.

YN flung back her head and cried out my name as she came. I fucked her through her orgasm as I let go of her hair. Her body started to slump forward, but I was so close.

A few more hard thrusts, and I stilled. My own mouth falling open at the feeling of finally coming after so many of hours of torture.

"Trey." YN whimpered as I pulled out of her. I kissed between her shoulder blades and helped her get dressed first and then myself.

"I need the bathroom." YN said.

"Oh no love. You are gonna feel me all night between your thighs." I said as I kissed her.

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[imogenleewriter]

15 Things About Me

Shout out to @faithinwalls369 for the tag. I'm actually writing the final chapter of my fic this week which I've been really quiet about, and literally none of my mutuals on a discord server know about because I'd never mention something like that, so this will be brand new information to those mutuals.

Anyway, I made the decision to make sure I take breaks from writing it and rambling here seems like a perfect break so buckle in friends.

Are you named after anyone? 

My cousin's middle name is Imogen.

When was the last time you cried? 

Lol. When I wrote the A/N on the last chapter I posted which was like a day and a half ago. And before that it was earlier that day when I was talking about a sad fic. But I'm PMS-ing so that would be why.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Yes, but I wouldn't say it's my main mode of humour. I looked into once because my little research brain needed to know all the types of senses of humour there were. I'd say mine is 'self-enhancing humour'. Which is like self-deprecating humour except I think all my 'negative' qualities are hilarious. .

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Probably what they're wearing. Not in a judgemental way, but just, I think it tells you a lot about a person.

What’s your eye colour?

Hazel. But I met my husband through a mutual friend and we were at a music festival and for some reason Brown-Eyed Girl was playing and I was like 'I have brown eyes' because I'm amazing at flirting but now he insists I brown eyes even though they are definitely hazel.

Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings unless I don't want to sleep for a week straight.

Any special talents? 

Convincing myself I have every life-threatening condition that exists. Surviving on an average of four hours of sleep a night. Publishing 215,000 words in ten weeks.

Where were you born? 

Australia. In the same city I live in now.

What are your hobbies? 

...I wrote 215k words in ten weeks, I don't have time for hobbies. Only hyperfixations.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I've played football (soccer), basketball, dance, swimming and I was terrible at all of them.

Do you have any pets?

Two black cats - Theo and Luna, and a black lab puppy, named Oreo.

How tall are you? 

165 cms.

Favourite subject at school? 

I only really did the whole schooling thing to socialise and I left when I was sixteen (but ended up going to uni after) I did best in English and Drama. I'm good at non-calculator maths but my brain couldn't cope when we were expected to remember complex formula's. In year 10 (so like 15-16years old) my maths teacher hated me (because I did fuck all) but I was in one of the top classes and he literally said he had no idea how I was in there. But our first exam for the year was non-calculator and I got top of the class and it was one of my proudest moments. I also enjoyed Biology aspect of science and I was good at the Health/Physical development aspect of PE/H/PD (although that was mainly because I was an autodidact when it came to sex-ed). But then, years later I got my Degree in a health care field.

Dream job?

So... when I was eighteen I created a bucketlist and the very top of it was to publish a book... and I didn't care how it was published, I just wanted to be able to write something and have people read it... and guess what? This week I am writing the final chapter for a 200k+ word fic that people have actually read. But I also love my other job that actually makes me money. Honestly right now I feel like I've reached the self-actualisation level of Maslow's hierarchy of needs... so I can only go down from here. And I've leave you on that pleasant note.

<3 <3 <3

[a-sentient-horax]

February 5, 2024

Life is getting busy. SO busy. But it's actually good, I am working hard and trying to stay on top of everything, which feels good actually. One of my friends invited me to a Hackathon at the end of March. I went to a Hackathon during Covid and had a bad experience with it, but I'm hoping going to one that is in-person with a friend will really help. I also need to like, brush up on some stuff. Like React and Node.

So I am planning on a DnD one-shot. I have been seeking a DnD group for YEARS, but as many well-acquianted with the struggle know, it is damn near impossible to get five to 6 people to clear their schedule indefinitely for 5 hours at a time every other week ish. Plus we are all young adults in college/graduating college, so it isn't like our schedules are very stable anyway. Anyway, I have finally thwarted the hateful gods that arrest my attempts to start a campaign. I met a guy who really, really wants to do a campaign. So I said if I give you a date and find some people will you help me make this happen and he said yes. So, I picked a date that he, my bf and I were free, and I set off. I am not kidding you, 4 of my friends have something else to do that day. It was a terrible day to pick lol. But, I have my boyfriend going, and the girl I'm doing the hackathon with is coming too. The other guy is bring two of his friends as well, and then I will DM (which I have never done before and I am excited to try). And honestly, the hardest part of building the campaign is over now (trying to convince everyone to sacrifice a single Saturday afternoon). Now I can do the fun stuff like build a campaign. Hella Excited.

The Return of the Creep. That's right ya'll, guess who sent me a hella long text this morning. Let me back up a bit and say last week was not good for me. I got very stressed and very tired and I was so upset. I didn't even realize how wound tight I was about like, everything happening. I didn't realize how scared I was that I would see Creep again on campus. So when I got home and my boyfriend had made me a tea and was like "what's wrong are you okay?" I totally buckled. I told him everything about the Creep. I think I just omitted the fact that before the Creep was Creepy I had given him a few hugs, which seemed irrelevant at the time. But this morning the Creep sent me a long text, I'll include some highlights here: "I understand why you did what you did to some extent, though I wish you didn't just ghost me - i made it clear i would fuck off if told to, and i stand by that" "Disregarding any romantic feelings I had for you, (which I very much did, but don't anymore so don't worry)" "I was robbed at gunpoint 6 days ago and I'm not the most stoic individual" So. I don't know what to make of all that other than it was a good idea I stopped talking to this guy. The same guy who was constantly telling me about what guns he wanted to buy and what criminal connections he was trying to make wants ME to tell him to fuck off. No way sir, that is like, for my safety I have to ghost you. I just. Whew. So I let my boyfriend know that I got this text (I am trying to be open and honest in my communication), but I think maybe he is in a work meeting or something because he hasn't read my message yet so. If he wants to look at it I will show him. Ugh. So sick of this Creep.

[theunexpectedexpectations]

The next morning Freya woke up feeling a little different, a little more inspired. Sure she can mourn her mother, but she can still try to make life fun. Besides she wasn't sure how long she could even keep up the charade for that type of mentality has never been for Freya.

She looked at her clothes and felt the need for something *different*. She dug into the closet and was sure she brought her scarf.

"Found it!" she whispered, throwing it around her neck. She slid her skirt on and tucked in her favorite green shirt. She brushed her hair and buckled her sandals. Freya looked in the mirror and smiled, she actually liked the little combo she put together. She skipped out of her room and was stopped by her father.

"Heya, Freya, where are you skipping to?" he sang.

"If you must know I have to get in touch with my mind reading skills so I can find fairies. I have to fine tune it to their wavelengths." she answered.

"Heh," Ezequiel half laugh because she probably was going to talk to fairies and there wasn't much he could or should do to stop it, "So do you want some pancakes to fuel the mind or what sounds good?"

"It *has* to be fruit or a vegetable, they don't eat anything else!" Freya always talked like she actually knew the answer and at this point, Ezequiel didn't need much convincing.

"Why don't we pick some fresh fruit from the garden? Make a nice little fruit salad?" he asked.

Loving the idea she quickly races him outside, "We need strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries!" she declared.

Ezequiel followed close behind, smiling. He was just happy to see Freya finally acting normal since Sig's disappearance. Freya normally did tend the garden and she loved fruits. After a little bit of picking Ezequiel grabbed their full bowl and brought it inside.

"I'll whip this up really quick, then you can get to your mind reading training." he teased.

After their breakfast Freya went out to the garden area because apparently the flowers and plants help you with trying to find the right frequency.

She sat down on the grass and tried clearing her mind. She looked around the area, it really is nice out here though. 'It may be far, but it feels alright out here' she thought. The flowers, the trees, it all made Freya feel at home. She even grew comfortable having no friends. She closed her eyes.

She felt herself relaxing and a sense of calm about the things that have been happening lately. She knew she couldn't control them, she tried to focus on what she wanted to do, which was talk to fairies. She tried to think about the frequency that a fairy may be on. And focused on it. She felt time melting away and could hear a faint ringing noise it started getting a little more higher pitched.

"Spray under the bed!" a small voice whispered.

Freya listened some more and waited.

"Spray! They are watching!" the small voice sounded worried this time.

Freya opened her eyes and walked towards the side door. Throwing the door open she yelled, "Dad!"

Sitting there reading his book he jumped at her sudden intrusion. "Jesu- what Freya?" he said sighing in relief that it was her.

"They told me that I need to spray under the bed. They said 'They're watching'." she said very matter-of-factly.

"Spray under the.." he sighed and smiled, "Alright, I'll spray under the bed, but only if we can make some cookies tonight after."

She smiled brightly, "Absolutely!"

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, to his surprise there was a bottle labeled "Bug" Spray, but on the packaging he read that it "Get's rid of those pesky, hidden monsters in just 2 sprays!"

He walked to her room and sprayed the bottle on her bed. After he sprayed he swore he heard something let out a gasp. His skin crawled.

'What the hell *is* under her bed?' he thought.

Just in that moment a shadow ran out the window, if he hadn't been watching he would have missed it. Stepping backward he realized he was going to need help from the Queen, maybe shield their cottage.

His mouth was dry out of fear though, the thought of that thing living under his daughters bed for how long now? He brought the bottle back into the kitchen.

"Is it done?" she asked curiously.

"Why don't you tell me?" Ezequiel answered.

Freya popped up and walked to the bedroom hesitantly.

She walked to her bed and investigated it.

"Oh!" she said "Much better!" hopping into the bed and getting comfortable immediately. She looked back up at him and asked, "So what are thinking?? Chocolate chip, snickerdoodles?"

"I was thinking maybe gooey butter cookies?" he responded.

"Sounds like a plan!" she popped back up to her feet and walked past him. "Are you coming?" she asked.

He was watching her out of confusion and curiosity. 'How did she know?' he thought. 'If she only knew the truth..'.

"Yes, I'm coming." he said.

After they made their cookies, and Freya had her bath, Ezequiel let her stay up and watch her movie he got her. He cleaned up the kitchen a bit and looked up to see Freya fast asleep on the couch. Glancing at the clock he read the time.

10:45 pm

'Alright, I need to change and meet Speio.' he thought to himself.

Ezequiel peered down at his wristwatch.

11:30

'At least I'm early for once, I bet Sig would be impressed- if only she was here to see.' he thought to himself. 'It's amazing that this spot is a gateway for the Realm. It's right next to this cottage, too, awfully convenient. I guess Sig always knew where it was though. Sig was always prepared.. her disappearance doesn't make sense, if she could plan all this out how could she not prepare for getting kidnapped?'

"You really do not listen for anything when you are deep in thought." a voice spoke from behind.

Jumping at the sudden interruption, Ezequiel turns to see Speio.

"Look, I'm just trying to figure all this out still, and could you stop popping in like that? You could give someone a heart attack!" Ezequiel said still trying to catch his breath from the scare.

Speio smiled, "I suppose you're right with all the events happening lately, but I did say your name three times before."

Ezequiel looked at Speio, but had no excuse for his lack of hearing.

"Alright, wise guy, where are we going?" Ezequiel asked.

"Well what I have here are numbers. I cannot read them though, which is what the Queen has been trying to decipher, but we are unfamiliar with the sequence." Speio handed him a leathery brown sheet that read a set of coordinates. Ezequiel grabbed the sheet from him and stared at them.

"These are coordinates." he said pulling his phone out.

"And why would you need a little black mirror tha-" Speio stopped as the phone spoke over him.

"In 300 feet turn right." the phone yelled out.

"You have a *talking* black mirror? How does she fit in there?" he asked.

Ezequiel was humored by this, "You know if you guys watch us, how do you not know what a phone is?"

"I'm familiar that a phone does what our telekinesis is possible of doing, and that it connects you all somehow, but I did not know little people lived in them!" Speio said still looking at the device in confusion.

Ezequiel laughed at him, "Come on are we going to find Sig?" taking off in a full sprint. 'I want to see Sig. I have to find her.' he thought.

"You know just because you have the talking black mirror doesn't mean you can fun off without me!" Speio called from behind.

Regardless of what Speio had to say Ezequiel was on a mission at this point. He just laughed and looked at the time they would arrive.

1:47 am

'Geez.. it's going to be a long trip.' he thought to himself.

They ran and ran, it's a good thing Ezequiel was already fit enough for this kind of a run otherwise he'd be completely winded.

"Rerouting.." the phone yelled.

Ezequiel stopped in his tracks, "Wait, what? No!"

"Rerouting.." the phone shouted again.

"What does she mean? Did she forget where we are going?" Speio asked.

"I don't know," Ezequiel said getting frustrated, "Apparently I have no bars here."

"Bars?" Speio looked confused.

Ezequiel getting impatient didn't have time to explain it all to him.

"You know how it was classified to tell me about how you guys tell time? This is kind of a similar thing." he said staring at the phone just hoping it would blip.

Speio watched him desperately trying to fix it, he looked around and leaned his head back. Taking a deep breath in he closed eyes, suddenly he darted off, "Over here!"

"Wait! Speio wait! What if someone sees you?" Ezequiel said chasing him.

Finally catching up to him, Ezequiel came across a rather defeated looking Speio.

"I don't understand.. She was just here." Speio complained, "If my magic was strong enough, I would have been able to find her tonight."

"What do you mean?" Ezequiel asked.

"I can only use so much.. and I have not trained enough to have it mastered, but it will take me at least five human years to do it now." he sighed.

"Well, I don't know much about your world, Speio, but what I do know is: you have given me more hope and relief these past few months than I could have ever done alone." Ezequiel said trying his best to comfort the hybrid elf.

"It is just.. Sig was my friend, too, Ezequiel," Speio said, "I want to rescue her as you do, but I am unsure of how to help now."

"You knew Sigrid?" Ezequiel asked confused as to why he never mentioned it before.

"We grew up along side eachother. She and I practiced Nature Magic together in the Realm's forests." Speio explained.

"Why did you not bring this up before, Speio?" he asked.

"Because it was classified. You have clearance to hear this information now." Speio still looking like a kicked puppy, Ezequiel knew he had to try to comfort him.

"You know how Sig was then. You know the attempt to save her would be more than enough to make her happy. You also know she would have said 'I told you so.'" Ezequiel said.

Speio was smiling at him, "She would also have given me a hard time for coming here."

Ezequiel didn't know what Speio meant, "What do you mean by that exactly?" he asked.

"I am really forbidden to come here. I just wanted to help you and rescue Sigrid, I wish to be on the Queens good side." Speio answered.

"So then what if someone *would* have seen you?" Ezequiel asked getting worried, but also noting that Speio had interest in the Queen.

"Ah Humans I am not worried about, they cannot see me as they wouldn't believe it. But beings from other realms could be lurking, that would pose a problem." he answered.

"Speio, as much as I appreciate your help and willingness to find Sig, don't do anything that would get yourself into trouble either.." Ezequiel said, "Also if you want to be on the Queens good side, not coming here while she doesn't know probably isn't the best way to go about that."

Speio connecting the dots, "You are right, Ezequiel.. I'm sorry, I should not have inserted myself."

Ezequiel patted his back, "It's okay, but we should head back. I need sleep and you have to make sure the Queen doesn't catch you." he said laughing.

Speio smiled back. "You're right."

[crows-and-cookies]

Alright children, buckle up: It's finals time and I'm going to tell you the moment of evil genius that I had my senior year of college. I can't tell this to my students because it'll set a bad example so I'm telling all of you.

Let's set the scene: it's senior year. I'm writing two senior thesis's, looking for a job, and dealing with a he said/she said case with the school. The mental health issues were there in full force and my meds weren't really working. It was a dark time.

One of my favorite classes is my population ecology class, taught by my favorite professor, whom I interned for for 2 years and watched her dog. I had seen this women put her contacts in after handling jalapenos, we had willingly both been bit by cardinals, and she had seen me get pooped on by every species of songbird in the Midwest. I had braided her daughters hair. I was trusted.

Every week we had statistical labs due, most of them teaching us the power of excel, but I feel like we used R in there too. Great class. (Side note: With the statistical skills learned from this class I surveyed all of my friends on if they liked their nipples being sucked and the factors that played into it. Nipple piercings and lactation were two important factors.)

And one week we had this lab that just didn't work. We were pretty sure something was wrong with the excel template, but no matter how we followed the instructions and substituted steps for other things we learned, it just wouldn't work. Like we weren't even getting numbers half the time.

I was the person who you frantically text asking questions about class. When is this due, did you get that grade back, I don't get number 7, can I borrow your calculator, how do I cite a youtube video in APA, and OH NO THE ENTIRE CLASS IS TEXTING ME ABOUT THIS LAB THAT I CAN'T FIGURE OUT EITHER

Very frustrated and about to ask the professor, I go on Moodle and check when it's due, to see how much time we had. Because there would either need to be an emergency study session, a brand new template for us to start over with, or an extension, giving us two labs to do the next week. I knew how this would play out once I asked Sarah. I had done the math and it wasn't looking good. Because between that and my two senior thesis's and the suspected iron deficiency, I wasn't going to have time to deal with all that.

Except that there was no place to turn it in.

I quickly texted a few other people and confirmed that no, it wasn't showing up for them either. Not terribly unusual, usually someone (read: me) would text the professor and she would put up the assignment. It's not that it wasn't open--it just didn't exist. She was a busy person and it wasn't that weird.

And I made an executive decision to use my powers for evil.

I started texting and calling every person in the class. Mind you, there were less than 15 people in it, but I had everyone's number except for one persons. I said 'Do not, under any circumstance, ask the professor for help on this lab. Do not ask were the lab can be turned in. Do not bring up the lab.' The one person who I didn't have their number, I conscripted another classmate to convince them.

It took less than an hour.

And the next class passed with not a word said about the lab. We pushed ahead with the curriculum, and distracted our professor as much as we could, asking questions about the final and future internships. We ended up making up our own final and having a great time.

It worked. We never had to turn in the lab.

Moral of the story: when you are the teachers' pet, you have power. Use it. No one will ever suspect you of anything.

[muellerwhite66]

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[noteguk]

bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him. 

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.” 

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained. 

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?” 

Be good? 

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention. 

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss. 

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem. 

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits. 

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening. 

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time. 

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned. 

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.” 

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.” 

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way. 

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved. 

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.” 

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.” 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?” 

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history. 

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer. 

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member. 

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.” 

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away. 

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?” 

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.” 

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.” 

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his. 

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.” 

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.” 

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.” 

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move. 

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.” 

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.” 

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried. 

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.” 

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up. 

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.” 

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.” 

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.” 

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.” 

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.” 

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.” 

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.” 

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” 

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you. 

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped. 

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the  ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said. 

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.” 

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.” 

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.” 

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?” 

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.” 

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly. 

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined —  when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.” 

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.” 

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?” 

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.” 

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock. 

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.” 

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release. 

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said. 

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.” 

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?” 

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.” 

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.” 

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.” 

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?” 

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.” 

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him. 

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that. 

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.” 

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him. 

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.” 

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?” 

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.” 

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you. 

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point. 

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.” 

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”  

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes. 

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.” 

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was. 

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.” 

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.” 

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat. 

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath. 

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.” 

~ 

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it. 

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

~

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nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with another idol

anon: nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with some other idol :) love your works btw. and thank you for this in advance

pairing: nct dream x idol!reader

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack

warnings: mentions of insecurities

a/n: dhsjdj technically my requests are closed rn but I decided I would write this out so I hope you enjoy this!

mark lee

confused boi™

tbh he wouldn't even notice you were being shipped with another idol until another member points it out

you were a special guest mc for the show and fans saw the cute interactions you had with the boyz juyeon

and soon enough fans started shipping the both of you together

in reality, you and juyeon were just high school friends and you were glad to see him again

fans on the other hand,,

mark didn't realise you were being shipped with juyeon until doyoung pointed it one day

and mark was all like

( ・◇・)？"nani? y/n and juyeon???"

he would then search up ynjuyeon on twitter because cough yeah

and found a shit ton of edits of the both of y'all

and now he's sad :((

he's sad that because no one shipped y'all together

"isn't your relationship a secret???"

"yeah but still :((("

mark sweetie y'all have neve interacted on stage before fjdjdndnd

he knows you love him and would never cheat on him

but boy is he going to be a pouty baby when y'all hang out next time

literally all he's going to say is:

"why do they ship you and him together?? why not me :(("

"mark they've never seen us in the same room before"

huang renjun

unbothered king™

at least that's what he tells you fhdjdj

he found out through a vlive fhdhdjj

it was one of the usernames and the username was like ynxyanan_shipper

and renjun mf squinted his eyes like

did I read that clearly ಠ_ಠ

he's like yn and wHO

chenle was beside him when it happened and chenle was like what's wrong

and renjun points out the username

and chenle starts lauGHING BECAUSE HE FINDS IT SO FUNNY

renjun smacks him on the head to tell him to shut up DHHSHDD

obviously he would take a screenshot of the username and sends it to you

and he's like

short king <3: do you hv something to confess to me

you: ,,, my love for you??

short king <3: blocked

you: HAHSAHS IM KIDDING

tbh you find the situation honestly really funny

cause you and yanan aren't exactly friends? you're more of acquaintances than friends

and you made eye contact one (1) time with him by accident at an award show and suddenly you're being shipped with him

when you call him the next time to hang out, definitely expect him to be salty about it fjdjfjd

"hey are you free to come over today?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask your BOYFRIEND yanan"

"renjun istg i will break up with you-"

lee jeno

oh baby boy is gonna be so so confused

he's going to be even more confused because you're being shipped with itzy's chaeryeong fhfhfjf

see you and chaeryeong were featured in an episode of a reality tv show once

and the both of y'all immediately hit it off and your friendship was just adorable

so y'all kept interacting every time y'all see each other

and y'all are now nicknamed as the 4th gen gfs because y'all are so adorable???

like the chaeryn ship ur most popular ship ever

so jeno is so confused?? like why is his gf being shipped with her??

he's like a whole ass puppy okay

you, on the other hand, find the chaeryn ship really cute so you don't mind it and you jokingly call chaeryeong your gf once or twice on live before fjdjfn

whenever you tell him that you're hanging out with chaeryeong, he will pout at you and give you his best puppy eyes

like he will cling onto you and try to convince you to now to go

it works like 13% of the time and you would cancel plans with chaer but most of time it doesn't and you would end up being late jhdjsh

but it will slowly become into an inside joke between y'all

like yk that one meme

"this is yn my girlfriend and her girlfriend chaeryeong"

kjdhkjshfs yeah that

but in all seriousness, jeno is really unbothered about you being shipped with chaeryeong because it basically has the same energy as him being shipped with jaemin

whenever y'all are having play fights, you jokingly threaten to leave him for chaeryeong jdsfjds and he immediately stops and says that's unfair

pls shower him in hugs and kisses later

lee haechan

definitely makes a fuss about it

i mean he knows that you aren't going to leave him and all but is he going to be dramatic about it? yes, yes he is

he finds out by himself because he was probably on twitter stalking your hashtag

when he suddenly stumbles upon and edit of you and ateez's san

he's like O.O wot is tHis?

screenshots the edit and sends it to you

hyuckie: yNNNN

hyuckie: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

hyuckie: BABY

hyuckie: SUGAR BUM

hyuckie: DAISY PIE

you: what in, the ever loving fuck, is daisy pie

hyuckie: *sends screenshot* ARE U CHEATING ON ME

you: hyuck that pic is clearly edited

hyuckie: I KNOW BUT ARE YOU????

you: i-

he makes so much jokes about it that you literally have to shut him up with a kiss

jokes on u reader he's doing this on purpose to get those free kisses

the jokes stop when you actually finally meet san during a game show and shippers are like omg they finally interacted

and the amount of ynxsan edits just,, grow

haechan acts even salty about it and whines about why fan don't ship y'all together when y'all have made eye contact during the golden disk awards bc he was being a lil shit hdsjhfjds

"hey what if i keep staring at you during the melon so we can get into a scandal?"

"hyuck this is supposed to be a secret relationship-"

"yeah but-"

jokes on u he actually does stare at you at the next award show and thankfully did not get into any scandals, but fans started to ship the both of you!

na jaemin

the true unbothered king

literally does not care that you are shipped with someone else

because he knows that he is yours and vice versa

and plus you love him a lot so

he finds out from chenle, who did it out of spite because one day chenle was bored and wanted to cause some chaos

boi basically ran up to jaemin to shove an edit of you and treasurer's junkyu together and went like

"look hyung! ur gf is being shipped with someone eLsE"

"oh that's weird"

"rigHT"

"I thought people shipped her with treasurer's hyunsuk"

chenle is like

HUH???

"aren't you like,, jeaolous??"

jaemin just shrugs and says "hmm, not really"

jaemin knows that you are good friends wth a lot of idols because you're a social butterfly

so he truly doesn't mind when you get shipped with other idols bc in the end , he's the one holding you in his arms

plus he knows the edits and shippers are mostly harmless

and he trusts you

so he just fucks around with chenle jkldsfj

chenle is still confused bc he wants to rile jaemin up for fun but failed hjdshf

zhong chenle

if you thought haechan was dramatic, then you better buckle up for chenle's

so you see

fans already shipped u and chenle

like

y'all already have a dating scandal

and both companies tried so hard to defuse it

see you are an mc for a music show and you were interviewing nct dream

chenle, being the lil shit he is, kept giving you the heart eyes the entire time

and 6 months later, y'all got caught by dispatch on a daTe

ofc both sides were panicking but chenle was enjoying bc he's like "yeah this is my s/o and what abt it"

but y'all still had a dating ban so sm was this close in kicking him hfdsjfh

fortunately, they were able to cover it up as someone else so there's that

so chenle is aware that fans shipped the both of you together

so when he sees you being shipped with stray kid's jeongin

he was like "HOW DARE THEY-"

calls you to complain about the ship for 3 hours

and that is how you found out as well-

literally you don't even know jeongin so you just let chenle complain about it

he goes on and on about why fans should continue to ship y'all together so when he reveals the relationship the fans will be surprised but also not really at the same time-

"should i get into another scandal with you?"

"chenle no-"

park jisung

oh baby boy is going to be very, very confused

i mean he knows that shipping is a thing between fans

he's just confused why ppl would ship you and p1harmony's keeho

like you have never interacted with him so why would fans ship the both of y'all??

the dreamies mostly tell him to not take it serious but the chenle and haechan would egg him on

"get into a dating scandal with them"

"guys no-"

he wouldn't tell you that it bothers him because he doesn't want you laughing at him, worrying over a small issue

so honestly, it lowkey eats him up on the inside

until one day, you basically force it out of him because he's been acting weird for the past week

he finally confesses about the what's bothering him

and you tell him that you wouldn't have laughed at him

you know shipping idols is a common thing in the industry and sometimes it's uncomfortable knowing it when you're already in a relationship

but you also tell him that it's basically harmless because fans can't really force the both of y'all together

jisung would be insecure about the relationship because it's kinda of his first? so he just doesn't want to mess it up

just reassure him a lot and tell him that you won't leave him

and as time goes by, he just gets used to the shipping