#and now that im aging im like. Fuck everyone my body and my face are exactly how they are meant to be

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can i say how angry it makes me that i was totally okay with the fine lines I would get on my face in my twenties… and now girls my age keep talking to me about getting botox. like. yall this is fucking evil. this is my own damn skin doing a natural thing and youre trying to make me feel like it’s ugly? So i can get some bullshit injected into my FACE? yall. couldn’t be me. they got those poor girls good though didn’t they….

[pandorxxx]

Wrong kind of training (part 2)

Neteyam (30) x omatikayan fem reader (23)

Read part 1 here:

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, age kink, praise kink, degrading kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, p in v, oral, mating, cursing, choking, slapping, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, neck bulge.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

It had been a month since you and neteyam’s first encounter. Even though no one knew about you too, people had their speculations. The ways he talked to you, held you in public. It was only a matter of time before everyone truly found out. In the meantime, you two had been meeting at your regular spot every other night for training, but you were really there just to talk, kiss, touch….fuck.

“Mmmm daddy I’m s-so close!” You whined, holding onto the tree bark that your cheek was smushed into. He bent down to your ear, letting his fangs graze the lobe before kissing it

“I know, baby! Cum for daddy!” He grunted, drilling into you hard and deep. And on instant, your mouth flew opened as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck! You ready for me to fill you up? Huh?” He moaned as his thrusts became sloppier. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs farther apart to give him easier access.

“Yessss, just like that baby!” he growled slapping your ass before pumping his seed into you. He threw his head back, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmmm” you hummed, feeling his seed paint your walls just right. He chuckled, kissing your cheek.“Daddy’s little girl, right?” He asked, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. You nodded again, smiling deliriously. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed run down your thighs as your legs twitched from your orgasm.

“Come on, baby” he smiled, turning you around before picking you up bridal style, walking towards the stream.“I’m going to clean you up, and then I’ll take you home.” He smiled, looking down at you as he walked waist deep into the river. He got to a rock, sitting you on it before cupping water in his hands, running it along your body.

“Neteyam? c-can I stay with you tonight?” You asked hesitantly, looking into his eyes desperately. He smiled again, sighing as he washed your thighs.

“You ask me this every night. What do I always say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to speak.

“It’s too risky, and my dad might find out.” You muttered, throwing your head down in defeat. He picked your chin up, looking into your teary eyes.

“Y/n, im supposed to be training you. What would your father think of me if he discovered this?” He asked, spreading your legs to wash your cunt gently.

“Is that why you haven’t mated with me yet? Because of my father?” You asked, closing your legs on his hand in frustration. He looked up at you through his eyebrows before standing up straight.

“Open your legs, y/n.” he commanded calmly, with a low growl building in his chest. “NO! Answer the question!” You shouted, crossing your arms. He clenched his jaw, looking around the forest before glaring at you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He growled, pointing his finger at you. You shook your head, pouting at him. “NO! TELL ME WHY YOU WON’T MATE WITH ME!” You shouted even louder. He nodded his head with pursed lips before getting in your face.

“Keep on, and I’ll give you something to scream about. Do you fucking hear me?” He shouted through gritted teeth, gripping your dainty arm tightly. You pouted up at him, as your eyebrows furrowed. He looked you up and down angrily before letting your arm go.

“Smart choice.” He spat, prying your legs opened again. “Now, I told you why I can’t mate with you, it wouldn’t look right!” He growled, still washing the flesh in between your legs gently.

“But you can fuck me on the regular?” You asked sarcastically, pushing him away as you got up, walking towards the shore.

“Y/N! Get back here!” He roared, following you to the shore. He caught up to you, pulling you back to him by your tail. You yelped in pain as you fell back into his broad chest.

“Now I want you to LISTEN!” he started, wrapping your tail around his forearm, yanking it slightly. “I do not have time for your attitude. I’ll put you in check right here, right now if you do not stop! You hear me?” He growled in your ear, yanking your tail hard.

“Ouch, I GET IT!” You screamed, holding on to his arm that had your tail wrapped around it.

“Walk.” He commanded, still holding your tail around his arm. You hissed loudly, making him yank your tail again.

“Ohhh you wanna test me tonight? Please give me a reason to wear you out right here!” He growled, snaking his free hand around to your neck, gripping it tightly.

“Now WALK!” He commanded again, clenching his jaw. You rolled your eyes, following his orders as you both walked to the shore. He let your tail and neck go, walking over to his loincloth.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you home!” He commanded loudly, nose flared as he tied his loincloth. You looked at him with disgust before bending down to grab your cloths. You tied them angrily, huffing and puffing with every movement.

“Let’s go! And I don’t want to hear another word from you!” He said sternly, watching you walk in-front of him silently.

The walk to your hut was silent. You walked in-front of him as he trailed behind, watching your back for anything dangerous. You finally reached your fathers hut, walking in without looking back at him, not even a goodbye. Neteyam walked in behind you, seeing your father at the table. You bolted to your room, slamming the door shut.

“Oh no, what happened?” Your father asked neteyam, still staring at your bedroom door in confusion. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he plastered a face smile across his face.

“I think she’s just fed up with my training, Sir.” Neteyam started, sighing loudly before continuing.

“m-maybe it would be best if we….stopped for a while.” He projected his voice for you to hear through the door. Your heart sank as you cried on your cot. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Saying that he didn’t want to train you anymore?

“Yes, I understand. Maybe she just needs a break.” Your dad smiled weakly, shifting his eye contact from your door, to Neteyam.

“I think we both need a break, your daughter is a handful, sir!” Neteyam chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Your father laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh, tell me about it!” Your dad chuckled, motioning for Neteyam to come and take a seat. He obliged, sitting across from your father.

“I-I’m almost, worried for her.” Your father sighed, knocking his knuckles on the table as he shook his head. “in what ways, sir?” Neteyam asked, intrigued with the conversation.

“Well, she’s 23, and not a mate in sight. I’m afraid her stubbornness will be her downfall.” Your father confessed, gesturing calmly. Neteyam knew about your stubbornness all too well, but he also knew how to handle that like no other.

“Trust me, I understand how stubborn she can be, but their are many other qualities to her that a man would be happy to experience. Just give her time.” Neteyam spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked in the direction of your shut door.

“I hope so.” Your father shook his head, before stopping suddenly, looking up at Neteyam with glee. Neteyam was confused for a moment before he finally spoke.

“What is it, sir?” Neteyam asked, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you have a training camp tomorrow? For some of the young warriors in the clan?” Your father asked with a smile, and wide eyes full of hope. Neteyam scratched his head in confusion, nodding his head at your father.

“Yes, sir. Bright and early!” Neteyam responded, sitting back in his chair again. Your father hesitated to ask this question, but he did anyway.

“What if you took her with you? She could meet the males her age, and hopefully find a mate!”your father whispered in pure excitement, not wanting you to hear the plan. Neteyam’s heart dropped at the mere thought of you being with another man.

“Oh, sir I don’t k-” neteyam started nervously, being interrupted by your father.

“Please, neteyam. You of all people know that she needs this.” Your father begged, gripping the sides of the table. Neteyam was devastated, it felt like his entire world came crumbling down at his feet. How was he supposed to endure you talking to another man? Building a bond with another man?

He sighed loudly, hesitating to say his next words, but he did. Neteyam wanted to keep your father happy, so he did what he had to do.

“I’ll be back in the morning to get her.” He smiled weakly, swiftly standing to his feet as your father did the same.

“Neteyam, Thank you. I will be gone on a hunting trip in the morning, so I’ll make sure she’s up, and ready to go for you.” Your father nodded, embracing Neteyam with a hand shake. Neteyam nodded firmly, before turning around to walk out.

You sat on the other side of your shut door, taking in the conversation about you. Did your father really think that you were stubborn? And Neteyam too? You didn’t want to be apart of this training camp, and you sure as hell didn’t want to meet the male warriors your age. All you wanted was Neteyam, and the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated as much on his end.

The next morning, your father woke you up bright and early, telling you what you already heard last night before he left for the day. You got dressed, before sitting at the table to eat your fruit.

You could sense Neteyam coming from around the corner before he even walked in. He walked towards the table slowly, sitting in the same spot he did last night.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in the chair as he watched you eat. You looked into his eyes briefly, scanning his entire body before taking a bit of your fruit again.

“Is it good?” He asked, crossing his arms, glaring at you. “Really good” you snapped back, taking a slow bite out of the fruit as you maintained eye contact with him. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you are going to give daddy a reeeaaaallllly hard time today! Am I right?” He asked calmly, tilting his head.

“Correct.” You nodded, taking the rest of the fruit in your mouth, dusting your hands off. “And that’s fine. Just don’t get too touchy feely with my warriors, or you and I are going to have a huge problem.” He smirked followed by a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“I’ll do what I want.” You smiled at him, crossing your legs ontop of the table. He watched you intently, almost feeling enticed enough to take you right here, right now. Instead he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at you.

“What? You want some attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention. Lay even a single finger on one of my warriors, and I’ll show you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, nodding his head as he pursed his lips at you.

“Isn’t the whole point of this? to find a mate?” You asked with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “My warriors are off limits.” He shook his head.

“All of the males are warriors, neteyam.” You smiled sarcastically. “Exactly…” he smiled, sitting up in the chair, placing his hands on the table.

“What? Afraid that i might actually find someone today? Someone my age as you like to say?” You asked all-knowingly as you squinted your eyes at him. He traced your body again, before glaring at you, licking his lips.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, standing swiftly as he walked towards the door. You rolled your eyes, before standing, walking towards him.

“Play nice today.” He said, following your body with his eyes as you made your way in-front of him, walking out of the hut.

Another quiet walk to the meeting spot for the warriors. Neteyam was in front, as you trailed behind him. He would occasionally look back to make sure that you hadn’t run off.

You two were getting closer to the warriors, as you started to hear distant male laughter, and arrows being shot through trees. You bent the corner to see 7 gorgeous warriors. They were all muscular, strong, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

“Alright settle down!” Neteyam shouted, standing before the warriors as the filed in. “Go sit over there, baby.” He whispered, pointing to the rock behind him, motioning for you to sit. You scanned the line of fine men quickly, before turning around to take your place.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” One of the warriors spat jokingly, making the others laugh. Neteyam snapped his head to him, glaring at him angrily.

“Are you here for her, or are you here to learn?” He asked sternly, and the entire line of young me fell completely silent.

“That’s what I thought. Start your warm ups.” Neteyam commanded, dismissing them. They all dispersed, starting their exercises. You watched them intently. watching them sweat, as their muscles flexed. You were almost in a trance until you were snapped out of it.

“PLAY. NICE.” Neteyam muttered, grabbing your arm tightly, clenching his jaw as he glared at you. You snatched out of his grip, rolling your eyes before going back to the show in-front of you. He growled loudly, looking between you and the warriors.

“ENOUGH OF THE WARMUPS!” Neteyam shouted, waving his hands to get their attention.

“But sir, we just started.” One of the warriors replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“I KNOW THAT, j-just-” neteyam stuttered, getting cut off by one of the warriors.

“So why are we-” the warrior started, immediately being cut off by an angry Neteyam.

“GODDAMIT! YOUR’E DONE FOR THE DAY! SIT OVER THERE!” Neteyam roared, pointing behind him. The warrior smacked his lips, stomping over to the rock you were seated at. Neteyam turned around, seeing the warrior sitting directly next to you.

“Y/n, scoot over.” He commanded, nudging his head in the direction he wanted you to go, but you took this opportunity to mess with him. You scoot closer to the warrior, to the point where your thighs were touching his.

“Like this?” You asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, as he gently flicked his nose with his thumb before dropping his hand to his side.

“Oh im sorry, did you mean like this?” You asked, getting up to sit on the young warriors lap. The warriors eye widened, scanning your body as you adjusted yourself on him.

“Get up.” He commanded angrily through gritted teeth. You completely ignored Neteyam, whipping your head around to the young warrior.

“What’s your name?” You smiled.

“Ze’kitey, yours?” the young warrior replied, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you!” You squeaked in happiness, shifting to the side to put your arms around his neck.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here with us?” He asked, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down.

“Aggh! DISMISSED! EVERYONE!” Neteyam growled, darting over to you. He yanked you off of ze’kitey’s lap, pulling you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Tomorrow morning! Be here!” He shouted to the warriors over your pleads to put you down. He walked off with you in hand, all the way to his hut. When you finally got there, he put you down, slamming the door behind him.

“YOU ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, punching the wall as you stood there, genuinely terrified. Maybe you took it too far this time.

He walked over to you, grabbing your neck harshly. “Why are you so damn STUBBORN?, HUH?” He yelled, shaking your neck with every syllable.

“Because you haven’t given me what I want yet…” you smirked. Holding onto his wrist as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want all right. Don’t fucking test me.” He growled, bringing you closer to his lips by your neck.

“I’ll test you all I fucking want. If you don’t want to give me what I’ve asked for, I’ll go find a man who will. How about that?” You tilted your head, still inches away from his lips.

“I’ll kill any man that even thinks about it…” he growled, backing you into the wall. His free hand rested above your head as he glared down at you.

“If I knew you were this crazy, I would’ve never done this with you. Why do you care who I mate with? YOU DONT WANT TO, REMEMBER?!” You shouted, pouting up at him as you wiggled to get out of his grasp.

“You want it that bad, huh?” He asked, letting your neck go before hoisting you up by your thighs.

“I want it SO bad!” You muttered through a clenched jaw, trailing your hands down his muscular arms.

“Tell me what you want!” He growled, holding you up with one hand as he untied his loincloth.

“I want you to put me in my place. I want to be your mate. I want you to fill me to the brim with your seed, and watch my belly grow with your children.” You confessed as you untied your top, throwing it to the side. Your words sent him into a frenzy, as he ripped your loincloth off.

“Open up.” He commanded, and you obliged quickly. Without warning he stuffed your loincloth in your mouth.

“You’re gonna need to bite down on this because I’m going to have you screaming in a few minutes.” He growled, plunging into you with no warning. As promised, you bit down on your cloth to muffle your screams.

“This is what you want? Huh?” He asked, thrusting into you fast and deep. Your face contorted In pleasure, as it consumed every part of your being. You reached around, trying to use your strength to climb up the wall, but he pulled you back down on him harder.

“No, let me give you what you want! Put you in your place! Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for all day?” He moaned breathlessly, as he trapped you between the wall and his body weight. You spat your loincloth out, immediately letting out a loud moan as spit trailed down your chin.

“Daddyyy I-I’m!” You stuttered before your mouth flew opened, arching your back all the way off of the wall. He licked your exposed chest before sucking on it, leaving hickeys all across your neck line.

“I’m not gonna let you off that fucking easy, baby! You’re gonna hold it until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson.” He growled, slowing his pace down, thrusting into you hard and deep, just how you liked it. Your toes curled, as your vision went blurry from tears.

“NETEYAM PLEASE!” You screamed sharply, as your legs started to shake lightly.

"Who?” He muttered through gritted teeth, tilting his head at you.

“Mmm d-daddy, please!” You pleaded with him, tapping his shoulder as an attempt to tap out.

“You’ve been a really bad girl today. Giving daddy such a hard time! Maybe I should make you hold it all night!” He grunted, slamming into you hard, rolling his hips directly into your sweetspot.

You screamed out loud, throwing your head back on the wall. “Pleaseee, daddy! d-dont do this to meee!” You whined as tears streamed down your face. You tried climbing up tho wall again, but was unsuccessful.

“Don’t run from me, y/n! Look at me while I punish you!” He growled, grabbing your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on his. “You feel me, baby?” He asked, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he held eye contact with you. Your legs started shaking faster, as you squealed in his grasp.“

Have you learned your fucking lesson? Your not gonna give me a hard time anymore, are you?” He asked, kissing your bottom lip.

“Nooo! I’ll b-be nghh! a good girl for you, daddy!” You moaned, trembling in his arms as you desperately waited for his permission. He bit his lip, admiring your pleasurable expressions.

“Mhmm, cum for daddy!” He chuckled, watching you lose it. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” You screamed, squirting all over him as your vision blurred.

“Good girl! Let it out for me.” He panted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You fell limp in his arms, twitching occasionally as you whimpered softly.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done with you yet! Wake up!” He shouted sternly, leaning you back on the wall, slapping your face lightly to wake you up.

He placed you on your knees in front of him as he held you up by your hair. He grabbed his cock, slapping your lips with his tip.

“Open that big mouth of yours for me.” He smirked, watching you open your mouth lazily. Without a warning, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. You hit his thigh weakly, trying to get him to let up, but he couldn’t care less.

“You wanted some attention, right! You’ve got my full attention now baby.” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Your throat contracted to fit his length, making a bulge appear with every thrust.

“This tight little throat of yours! You’re doing so fucking good!” He moaned, thrusting faster. You could feel your consciousness slipping away as your eyes lazily rolled to the back of your head. In an instant, you felt relief as he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped loudly, spit lines connecting your mouth to his cock as drool cascaded down your chin. Your eyes were read from crying, and the lack of air.

“I can’t have you passing out on me, y/n. Wake the fuck up and take this punishment like a good girl!” He growled, slapping your face harder, leaving handprints. He chuckled, watching you drift in and out of consciousness.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You whimpered at the impact, trying your best to crawl away from him. He grabbed your arms harshly, pinning them behind your back before smacking your ass hard.

“d-daddy please, I-I need your help.” You strained, crying into the cot. He eased up on your arms, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. What you’ve been begging for this entire time.

“Show me what you want!” He growled, as he let your arms go. You reached back lazily, grabbing his queue. He smiled at your relentlessness. Even after all he’d done, after everything he’d said to you about mating, and you still wanted him. You wouldn’t let up, until he was yours. He always loved you, but you had finally earned your place in his heart. He flipped you over to face him, settling himself between your legs.

“I see you, y/n. I want to be mated with you for life.” He admitted, gently bringing your queue inches away from his. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to your queue, helping you hold it.

“We can’t go back after this. Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me, for life?” He asked, tearing up as he watched you nod frantically.

“tis a-all I’ve ever wanted, neteyam.” You confessed as tears blurred your vision. And with that, he brought his queue closer to yours, connecting them together. You gasped loudly, almost as if he just revived you, brought you back to life. His pupils dilated, feeling a wave of emotion that he’d never felt before. You two could feel everything. The love, the burning desire for each other, it all hit you at once.

“Comere” you whispered, pulling him down to indulge in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues fighting for dominance. He reached down to his cock, guiding it through your entrance. You both moaned loudly, feeling everything 10x as much.

“I know I’ve been neglecting you emotionally, I can feel it. I’m so sorry baby.” He spoke breathlessly, sitting up between your legs, pulling you down further onto him.

“But if you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” He smiled, thrusting into you softly. You nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes, yes please daddy!” You pleaded, rolling your hips into his, in desperate need of another orgasm. He smirked, grabbing your hips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. He hit your sweetspot every time, causing you to whine out loud.

“I know baby, I feel it too!” He moaned, trailing his hand all the way down your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I need you closer to me, daddy!” You cried, bringing him down to you by his arms. He fell into you, immediately engulfing you in his warm grasp, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, y/n! I love you so much.” He moaned in your ear, contorting his face in pleasure. You placed your hands on his muscular back, scratching it up.

“Mmm! I love you too! I love y-you sooo much!” You moaned, feeling your peak nearing. He rubbed his head in the pit of your neck to leave his scent, as he grunted loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up just right! Just how you like it!” he moaned, snaking his head around to your lips, kissing them softly as he sped up his pace.

“I want all of you, daddy! Give me everything!” You whined as your legs started to shake again.

“Everything?” He asked breathlessly.

“Everythingggg!!!” You cried, tears running down your face as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You want to bare my children? Right here?” He grunted, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was.

“Yessss! Please!” You whined, trembling in his arms as your orgasm was near. “You want me to cum inside of you? Breed you like the little slut you are?” He moaned, twitching inside of you as he felt his peak nearing.

“I want it so bad! Please give it to meee!” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you convulsed in his arms.“Daddyyy, I’m c-cumming!” You screamed, squirting all over him, you reached down to tap your clit, creating the right amount of friction to make you spazz uncontrollably.

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!” You whined, before your jaw dropped, feeling Neteyam brush against your sweetspot as his thrust became sloppier.

“You’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby!” He grunted before sending you one last thrust, painting you walls, and filling you to the brim like he promised.

“Shhhhitttttt!” He moaned, convulsing on top of you. “Mmmm yesss!” You threw your head back, feeling his seed flow into your empty womb. He thrusted into you steadily, riding out his high before pulling out slowly. He sat up, watching his seed seep out of your cunt, licking his lips before speaking:

“You’re stuck with me, now”

This story literally took me all damn day to write. I am tired🤦🏾‍♀️. I really tried my best to top the first one but idkkkk yall. Lemme know what y’all think in the comments. As always, I love y’all and I’ll talk to y’all later!!❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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Mr. Miller's Show

[not my gif]   pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, some use of she/her, use of the words girl/woman)     rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 7.3k  (back to regularly scheduled programming) requested: yes thank you all for all the patience srsly <3 summary: “'like how sweet you've been t'me, sugar," he mutters gently, head tilting, "why y'gonna go and fuck all that up now?'" warnings: gendered words (girl, woman, etc) allusions to PTSD, porn with feelings, guys theyre like getting healthier, SMUT (PiV unprotected), oral (M receiving), deepthroating, rough sex, face-fucking, shower smut, counter smut, reader is a tease, masturbation (f), marijuana use as always lol, brief voyeurism, canon-typical violence, age gap (undefined but mentioned), ass play (spitting, fingering, only a bit sorryyyy), mirror sex again bc im a whore, reader has hair long enough to grab, hair pulling, lots of choking, spit kink, light slapping (f receiving, consensual), dirty talk, praise kink but also degradation, use of words like slut, brat tamer!joel, overstimulation, MEAN!JOEL YALL, but he has feelings so he’s also kinda soft!dom in this again, once again sooo unedited that it hurts.  notes: finally finally after over a month im back!! hope you enjoy this chapter, ive been having rough writers block with this story so any suggestions and requests are very welcomed!!! thanks for all the love and as always, comments & reblogs w tags are motivation and help out so much!!! love u all <3 also for the taglist, it's too big now and i may consider stopping my taglist, just letting everyone know!!! ill lyk if i do ofc but im reblogging with the list this time.

[this is part six of the Mr Miller series. read previous part sympathy for the devil.  main masterlist here. ]

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"you're wearing earrings." 

Joel's voice cuts through the serene chill in the air, shocking you enough to have your head turning away from where you stare ahead - you crane your neck too much, but you can just see the dusted gray and dark of his curls behind you as your brows raise. 

it takes you a second to understand the sentence he's just uttered to you out of nowhere- but you blink to life, clearing your throat as the dead trees pass you by. 

"oh. yeah, it's... they're new. didn't really wear stuff like that until..." you shrug, trailing off as you stare forward yet again. your heart thumps as his chest rumbles against your back - jesus, he's so close to you. it's been weeks since he's been this close, even if this is just work.

your body wants what it wants, you suppose.

your lips purse, lost in the press of his thick body behind you.

"-till?" 

your lip twitches in a smile for a split moment; he's waiting for you to finish your sentence. as if he cares.

Joel... 

he's been so normal recently. or as normal as you could ever imagine Joel Miller to be; full sentence-conversations full of questions, full sentences, and even an occasional joke or dry line littered in with his glares and eye-rolls. he's even taught you and ellie to woodwork, nodded in hello when you picked up Ellie on your way into town - hell, he'd actually gotten a drink with you after patrol a few days ago and held eye contact for a whole thirty minutes.

a fucking miracle.

and even, on rare occasions, you are rewarded with that mind-splitting, earth-shattering smile - a very rare but rewarding sight. the kind that shocks a room, silences you and Ellie both, lights the sun and makes the birds sing. makes your stomach flutter.

so perhaps things have changed. 

it makes you almost laugh to yourself, recalling that day so many moons ago when you had walked into the Bison and first stared into those stony eyes; how big his calloused hands were, the way his lip lifted in distaste at your crass words. 

the sway of the horse makes your hips move gently; your ass is starting to feel sore at the constant motion and as you rock forward with the decline of the hill, you feel Joel's body slide slightly as though he tries against everything to press fully against you. even though you wish he would. 

heat paints your face as you feel his breath on your neck, waiting patiently for you to finish your sentence.

your sharp breath exhales as you realize you've hesitated at his questioning, a bit too long - you smile sheepishly, shrugging. "-sorry, didn't..." you clear your throat, "couldn't remember the last time I wore earrings. not that it matters, but I just..." you thumb the makeshift earring back, grinning to the mane of the horse as he trudges you and Joel both along. 

"-it feels nice. makes me feel like myself." you finish, shrugging awkwardly. 

for all of the steps Joel has taken in the last few weeks to change, there are some things you still have a hard time with.

talking about yourselves and opening up is a very large, unmovable hurdle that you and him are still clearly trying to pull yourselves over. it's quiet for a second as your words seep into the dead surroundings, less than an hour from town. 

"look nice." he grunts quietly, his arms pressing slightly from where he straddles the saddle behind your frame. 

your eyes widen at the seemingly random compliment, face flooding with flattery and embarrassment. your grin betrays you, but you don't dare stutter out a broken thank you for fear that you will sound like a croaking frog; instead, you purse your lips over the giddy grin that spreads over your cheeks and hope that as he stares at the profile of your face, he can see the flattery written across your features. 

"Ellie has a matching pair." you say instead, sparing a quick glance back at Joel. his brows raise, jaw ticking as he takes in the information - your voices both echo at the same time as you speak over each other suddenly: 

"she doesn't have her ears pierced."  "in case she ever gets them pierced." 

you let out a short huff of laughter, nodding sheepishly at having accidentally interrupted each other; Joel shakes his head with a ghost of a smile. 

"got it." he nods, "s'real nice of you." he nods, "making a pair for her, too." 

his chest is right on you - broad, warm through all the layers, and smelling of pine, whiskey, sage. amber. it's intoxicating as his drawl rumbles in the back of your ear - you silently thank Tommy or whoever the hell it was who ordered half the horses to rest after a bout of sickness spread through the stable; sharing a horse has never once before today seemed like a good idea. 

but the good idea sours quickly when you kick speed slightly, the horse leaping over a small creek as your hips shift back into Joel's and your ass presses into him. 

your mouth dries as you shakily exhale; he's so close to you - smells so good. your hands grip the reigns tighter and you nearly jump when a large, calloused hand falls onto your hips to steady you after the change in pace. 

your mind travels back to that morning after you'd stayed with Joel in his own bed - how gentle his hands had been as he'd guided you towards your own house under the early morning sunrise; your eyes bleary with sleep but his smile still cracking bashfully when you'd kissed his cheek, muttering about how maybe Ellie'd missed your boots by the front door when she'd come home. 

she and Joel certainly haven't said anything you if she did notice, anyways. 

you clear your throat, ignoring the searing desire that spirals from where his hand touches your clothed hip; you shrug, "she said she liked mine, so I figured we could match." 

he hums lowly at your word, his nose brushing slightly over the crown of your head. shivers roll over your shoulders as you swallow, retreating into the silence that you've lived in for the last few weeks since the two of you were put back on patrol. 

but you stiffen when a hand runs down your side, over the jagged stitching of your jacket, and you suck in a sharp inhale. his other hand slides forward, hooking gently around your hip, fingers splaying over the very top of your thigh and your throat dries up; a faint desire awakened and soon screaming at you. you squirm under his touch.

Joel's hips adjust behind you gently in the next second, your eyes fluttering shut as you imagine him pulling you into him, his hard cock sliding between the round globes of your ass and through your dripping folds, his hands greedy and hungry; his words sharp, teasing. his touch, sweet. intoxicating- 

your eyes open again and your heart skips a beat, his knees hitting the outside of your thighs. 

christ. your whole body tingles as you shift slightly, rotating your hips as the buck of the horse's cant tilts you further away from the heat of his broad chest. no, you can't stand his teasing - intentional or not, Joel is making you nearly melt in desire.

jesus.

you're barely pulling the horse to the side of the path when, with barely a crane of his neck,  Joel mutters, "the hell are y'doin?" 

you suddenly pull the reins and mutter woah, slipping yourself off of the horse and onto the hard ground with a burning face, your lungs screaming for air as Joel protests. 

"what-" he grunts as he pulls himself down from the stirrups, face etched with irritation and concern at your sudden evacuation, "is there an issue?" 

you can hear the irritation in his voice and you sigh, shaking your head - your heart's thundering, face hot and surely laced with poorly-hid embarrassment. god, what the fuck is wrong with you? there's barely forty minutes back to Jackson, why couldn't you just suck it up for a few more torturous minutes until you could return home to your trusty drawer and hot shower? 

"no." you snap, "no problem, Joel." your heart is thundering with surprise at his concern, eyes glaring daggers at him before shooting down towards the heat that nearly blisters on your forearm; his hand, warm and gentle, asking silently if you're okay. your eyes soften before you can school your expression - he reads you, as always, like his favorite novel. 

his hand falls away gently, grazing your finger tips like the gentlest breeze on your face and it still surprises you. 

"alright," he says softly, eyes searching your flustered appearance. "can we get back on the horse, then?" he asks - his voice is surprisingly patient, though his eyes are wary. irritated, but concerned. 

you clear your throat, unable to contain yourself much longer. "we could- take a break." 

his brows raise, tilting his head, "a break? we're nearly back. s'almost nightfall." 

you shift your weight, avoiding the way his corded arms cross over each other, his frame towering over yours as you dully throb in arousal. 

"you're-" you squeak, shaking your head, "you're fucking crowding me, and I need- fuck-" you groan, "just- just fuck off for a second, Joel." you snap, bursting in frustration, unsure how to just admit you are being driven fucking crazy with lust by his presence. 

his head tilts, "fuck off?" his eyes are darker every second you stand, facing each other- "the hell's gotten into you?" he sounds offended, and your heart flips as you feel bad - you're trying, you're trying so hard to be normal around him, as he is with you - so one touch, one innocent adjustment of his hips and now you're freaking out on him again?

you need to get a grip, or at least be honest. 

your face burns as his stern gaze rolls over each curve of your body; "Joel, you're driving me fucking crazy." you snap, glaring at him.

he looks shocked, hands flying out, "I barely said anythin' this whole goddamn day, how the hell am I still fucking this up?" he snaps back, irritated - his eyes incredulous as he stares down at you.

flames lick up your sides as you grind your teeth - his hair looks much more wavy with his curls today, and the green of his jacket it making the golden on his skin nearly glow; you nearly growl as you jump towards him. he's too much. too fucking much.

your hands lock on his shoulders, tugging yourself up towards his face as your lips fall against his. 

the kiss is a shock to you both. 

you're not sure what really compelled you to do it - the stubble over his sharp jaw, his hair, the way his thighs pressed against the outsides of yours just minutes ago, the way he pressed on about the earrings - whatever, it doesn't matter, because he's kissing you back and you're melting like butter over a campfire. 

his lips press hard back against yours through his shocked inhale, surging against you in a dizzying haze of Joel.

but the kiss is seared away from your lips when Joel suddenly shoots his thick hand out, rising to grip hard at your throat, shoving you backwards. 

it's more shocking than the sudden kiss - the speed in which he pulls back and pushes you hard backwards by his warm grip, causing flutters of arousal to course through your stomach.

you stumble in shock but he keeps his hold on you, passionate as he movers the two of you back. you're torn away from his warmth as he presses you with one hand on the small of your back and the other on the beating pulse of your throat - right against a tree, nudging you as he tilts his head down to your height once more. 

he's back on you in no less than a split second; his heat swirling around the cold air, teeth nipping at your lip when you take a moment longer than he'd like to open your lips to his tongue. he groans against you, a warm and deep thing that you feel in your own chest as your hand slides up to his hair, tugging at the base of his neck. 

the fingers around your throat flex and tighten in reaction to your own grip and the moan that rips from your throat sends his hips in a slow thrust against yours. 

you've been desperate for his touch for fucking days - he's been walking on eggshells even after you'd spent the night with him a few weeks ago. he'd barely touched you, taking his time trying to make up for all the lost time you'd spent trying to rip each other's heads off instead of your clothes.

and sure, you don't know who you are with him still - nothing defined, and a lot of things still unspoken - but for the first time since this whole mess started, that doesn't bother you. there's not much anger, nor jealousy - just... Joel. and you. 

it's not bad. 

his lips leave yours as he breathes against your lips, "like how sweet you've been t'me, sugar," he mutters gently, head tilting, "why y'gonna go and fuck all that up now?" 

his hand slips from your back lower, tugging you against his semi-hard cock as his fingers squeeze your ass. his hand lies just below your jugular, thumb soothing over your cold skin as his dark eyes glint with desire. you feel a rush of arousal pool between your legs as you raise your brows. 

"-you need to stop fucking touching me like that when we're riding, Miller." you growl against his lips, staring back at him. you lean slightly to catch his lips with yours once again but he pulls back with a strong hand against your neck to stop you - teasing.

he tuts, "you need to learn how to use your words, sweetheart." he growls against you, teeth catching on your bottom lip.

you whimper at the sharp sting, chasing him as if you could steal a kiss. he tilts his head just out of reach, his hand pressing against you until your breath comes out slightly ragged; your pussy flutters as he squeezes, knee sliding against your clothed core. 

"if you want it, ask for it, baby." he all but demands, hands rough against you, "can't just throw a fit every time you're aching for my cock, or else you'll be whinin' all goddamn day. how am I supposed to know-" 

but there's a snap of a twig somewhere behind you and you both spring apart, straight as boards, hackles raised.

it's almost like deja-vu as you're both thrown from your stupor - ripping away, your voices cease as your hand flies to your hunting knife - in your peripheral, you see that Joel's slung around his rifle so quick you're almost impressed as you both stare to your left. 

christ - just the fucking horse, tied to the tree. stepped on a twig. 

you let out a shaky breath, hand falling onto Joel's chest as you almost wheeze out a relieved laugh. but your hand feels it, suddenly - you notice how stiff Joel is, even after you've both realized there's no threats. 

his heart, thundering in his chest wildly. like a caged animal surrounded by a pack of wild, ravenous wolves; Joel's heart tries to scramble right out of his chest and onto the dead ground. 

that feeling - the one that creeps around at night when you wake up with memories of that cabin, of those raiders - of your past, visions of Joel, surrounded by red. that feeling that creeps up, squeezing at your throat and banging on your chest.

he's feeling it, too.

it's not from arousal, though you can see enough of that in his eyes, in the way his lips part and ragged breaths puff into the air - no, not arousal. 

fear. 

your heart hammers similarly, you suddenly notice. your hand shakes as it hovers near your knife; his hands grip the rifle so tight the blood may burst forth from the roughened skin any second. 

"hey," you whisper, suddenly worried to speak above any quiet noise. his eyes are sharp and his jaw clenched as he looks back at you, wild and alarmed. 

as if he were ready to fight for his life and yours. 

"let's go home," you whisper, thumb running over the shoulder of his jacket, muscles strained and still below the layers.

he snaps out of it, eyes falling to rake over you as if assuring that you're still in front of him in one piece. his hand finds yours on his chest, sliding it off - not unkindly; his hand squeezes yours before boosting you up onto the double saddle silently. 

Joel insists on walking you back to your house; he's brooding, as normal, as you both trudge back from turning in your patrol log and tracking the mud from the stable through the quiet streets.

you don't speak about what happened in the woods - the kiss, nor the twig snapping, but you ache and as you walk, every brush of the backs of your hands send shooting sparks up your arm.

"damn it," he grunts under his breath as you lead him up your driveway. you lift a brow at him, silent prompt to explain his expletive. 

he shakes his head, "s'nothin'. forgot Ellie said the water heater ain't workin', said she was stayin' with her friend Dina till I fix it. cold shower for me tonight." 

you grimace; the air nips at your cheeks, you can't imagine a cold shower in this weather. you shrug, "use mine." you suggest, tilting your head. "no point in turning into an icicle, Miller, you're cold enough as is." you tease, sending him a small wink.

something in you wonders if the shower really is broken, or if he just can't bring himself to ask; not that you can blame him. you can't bring yourself to ask, either.

your heart flutters when Joel rolls his eyes but still trudges after you, through the entrance of your home. his eyes look just as tired as you feel but there's a spark to them, one that coaxes more warmth between your thighs.

you see his eyes catch on the partially-smoked joint put out on the ashtray on your kitchen table as you slide past it; you have a mind to grab it before you make your way up the stairs, pretending not to feel too hot when you feel Joel's eyes graze over the sway of your hips. 

he showers first, you insist. 

while he does so, you strip out of your clothes and into a more comfortable sleeping shirt and shorts. you sit, smoking lazily on the joint, savoring the sharp herbal taste as it flows into your blood and trying to ignore the throbbing desire when the sound of the shower shuts off. 

Joel's respectful when he leaves your bathroom, pants on and shirt tugged over his chest, speckled with dots of moisture. his hair is much darker and more curled just after a shower; you're transfixed as you stand in front of him, joint smoldering between your lips, an exhale of smoke swirling lazily from your nostrils. 

"may I?" he asks suddenly, causing you to nod, pulling the joint out from your lips and noting how his own dark eyes follow it like a horse to a carrot; you smirk, tutting. "and to think, all this time you've been judging me for it?" you shake your head. "shame on you."

his jaw ticks and you just smirk, shaking your head as you hold the joint up to his lips boldly. "you're a bad influence on me, aren't you, Mr. Miller?" you ask, voice sultry as you peer up at him through your lashes. his eyes flick to yours as he inhales, your fingers ghosting over his plush lips. the ones you kissed not an hour earlier.

the air is thick in your room, steam from the hot water creeping through as Joel inhales the weed, ember lighting up your eyes in his. you leave the joint between his parted lips, opting to strip down as you walk towards the shower, hoping Joel had the mind to watch as you go. 

your heart thuds in arousal and excitement when you hear his sharp exhale, still refusing to turn around as you leave the door slightly open once again. you and your innocent habit of leaving the bathroom door open when you shower.  

you're relieved there's some fog over the glass door of the shower, but you take your time cleansing your hair, running soap over your face and then slowly, slowly lathering up your skin. 

you can feel him watch the entire time.

his eyes are like a hawk's; you can see his shadow through the light of the bathroom, the ember of your joint glowing occasionally as your hands run over the wet planes of your skin.

your shaky fingers cascade down, over the skin of your stomach, lower until they just barely graze where you ache. it's like he's been waiting for you to finally start to touch yourself; just as your fingers find your slit, the amber of the joint is tamped, ashed on the windowsill. 

you hum lowly as your fingers swirl through your velvet folds, so wet you're dripping onto your upper thighs as your head thumps against the wall.

"Joel," you let yourself whimper, eyes fluttering shut before opening again languidly. 

Joel's footsteps are gentle as he slowly strides up to you; he lasted, admittedly, longer than you through this torturous game. through the glass, you see his tall frame and your legs quiver with desire - your aching cunt throbs as you move your hand over yourself, rinsing off the rest of the suds from your clean body as your fingers tease your bundle of nerves. your hips jolt; a choked moan from you as you slide the glass open slightly, cocking your head - "it's a shame you already showered," you mutter, fingers not ceasing as Joel's eyes rake over your naked for ravenously. 

he leans on the doorframe to the bathroom, eyes stern as he takes in your silhouette through the fogged glass, slowly rolling over the curves of your body to meet your eyes with flames alit in his own. 

"-it'd be nice to have some help." you shrug, gesturing to the bar of soap in your spare hand, eyes swimming with desire as your other hand continues the slow, torturous movements on your aching clit.

your eyes catch on his crotch; through the jeans, his cock is hard and straining already as if being stirred by just the sight of you, naked and whimpering for him in your shower. 

"I know you've always liked a show, though, haven't you?" you tease, lifting a brow as you recall the night Joel'd first seen you shower.

his jaw ticks at your words but it's like something in his snaps; he wastes little time ripping his shirt off, his patience clearly gone as you bite your lip, stepping back for him as his jeans finally slide off. 

his glowing, naked form crowds into your own as he slides into the shower with you. his eyes are sharp as his hand takes the soap from you; yet instead of running it over your skin like you'd hoped he would, he's tossing it to the side until it hits the wall of the shower and splinters into two. 

you gasp slightly as his hand grips your neck, tugging you close. his cock is hard, tip glistening with beads of precum already as he presses to your lower stomach, his body glued to yours; his nose slides along the plane of your collarbone gently, the shower water pelting rolling off your meshed bodies like some sort of sick baptism. 

"you smell clean, darlin'," he mutters against your kin, one hand sliding up to your scalp, threading through your hair. his tongue peeks out to lick a stripe up your throat. "taste clean, too-" 

his hand tightens suddenly, tugging your hair until your head snaps up to him - his eyes are dark, face full of desire. "so why're you pretending you need my help?" 

the condescension in his voice is intoxicating - your legs weaken, hands sliding up onto his hot skin under the water that cascades over him. 

your throat dries as you swallow, eyes wide as a rush of arousal threatens to drip down onto your bare thighs.

his head tilts, "s'because you want to put on a show, 's that it?" he asks, voice condescendingly sweet as he once again tightens his grip. you whimper at the sweet feeling, nodding slightly.

he smiles against your neck before pulling away, "fine. you can give me a show. get on your knees." he hums, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. your head feels dizzy at the words he says and the sweetness of his kiss; the most delicious juxtaposition.

"a show." he chuckles to himself, shaking his head darkly. "gonna make you a goddamn star."  

christ. your cunt squeezes around nothing, aching for him as his hands slide down to your shoulders. you nearly moan as he smirks, water cascading down his broad chest as he pushes you down; you sink to your knees, your wide eyes on his own as you move until you're close to his aching cock. 

he stands, towering above you as the shower head sprays directly onto his back; water runs off the broad expanse of his chest and you follow the droplets as they smooth over his stomach, down over the sprinkling of hair that trails to the base of his dick. you swallow, heart thundering impatiently as you sit on your haunches, waiting anxiously for him to tell you what to do. 

his brows raise, though, flush high on his cheeks from heat - or arousal - as he hums, "well?" 

you blink at him in surprise as he shakes his head down at you, his own hand falling to pump his long cock in languid strokes, the skin so close to you that you can almost feel the heat. if you were to lean out, just a bit, to taste- 

"christ, darlin' do I gotta tell you how to do everything?" he grunts, other hand cupping the back of your head, carding through your wet strands of hair as he tuts, "you were practically beggin' f'me earlier, now you're suddenly shy?" 

your face blooms in heat, "no, sir, I just-" at your words, his eyes fall back and a groan echoes through your bathroom, "-just suck my cock, darlin' c'mon." 

his impatience, desperation sends shivers down your spine and your mouth opens eagerly, tongue flattening as he slaps your tongue gently once, twice- 

you're always surprised by the size of Joel - each time, it catches you off guard; the head of his cock breaches your lips and his pre-cum smears over your tongue; the taste of him has you keening forward, eager to feel him in you, filling you up. 

"there you go, 's much better." he grunts, muttering as one hand slides around to hold your jaw. your eyes flutter up through your lashes and the falling shower water to stare at him, how big he is towering above you. his cock pushes into your warm mouth and you try your best to breathe through your nose, tongue sliding up the vein which reaches up towards his tip. his groan spurs you on and you gently start to bob your head, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth slowly as your knees press against the wet porcelain.

"you feel better like this, baby?" he mutters, your stomach tingling at his words. you can't nod - can't even make a noise as his hips slowly buck into you; you gag slightly and moan around his cock as it pushes to the back of your throat. 

"fuck-" he grunts, one hand leaning forward to place against the wet shower tiles; he's crowding you, now, pressing you into the back of the shower as his body takes the brunt of the water and takes and takes from you. 

anything Joel wants, he can fucking have it. 

"that's it, sweetheart-" he grunts, "fuckin'- take me." 

his hands grip yours, pulling them onto his thighs, muttering gently that if it's too much, you can slap his thigh; you nod, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you keen towards him again, hungry to feel him in your throat again. 

your nails dig crescents into the meat of his thighs as he pushes your head right against the wall, fucking into your throat as his head tilts back. "tha's- right, look at you." he grunts, his lips parted as groans fall from his lip. the steam rises like tendrils from hell as you take Joel's length in your mouth, barely able to breathe in the most delicious way as he uses you. your spit trails over your chin and onto your bare chest as you stare up at him. one hand soothes over your forehead, wiping wet strands of hair plastered to your forehead, "you're a fuckin' star, baby." 

you heat at his words, stomach swirling as you shift uncomfortably, cunt puffy and aching for relief. 

your fingers grip onto him as he takes you in the shower, fucking your throat until you're dripping and aching and a writhing mess, his moans echoing around the empty home. 

"water's cold." he grunts, pulling his cock from your lips; you, weakly, chase the heat of him as he leaves your mouth, gasping for air and coughing slightly. 

he shuts off the water, suddenly, and you swallow as he turns back to you, eyes significantly softer than they'd just been; "somethin' wrong?" he teases, a dark smirk on his face as his eyes flicker to where your thighs press together to soothe the ache. 

you grit your teeth, shaking your head, "jus' want you to touch me, sir." you mutter, face burning at the way Joel never ceases to reduce you to a whimpering mess. 

he smiles one of those brilliant, radiant smiles. 

"that's all you had to say, darlin'." he shrugs, "told you, if you just learn to ask for it nicely, I'll give it to you." 

you shiver as you nod, taking his hand as he pulls you up off your sore knees, wrapping a towel around your form gently. he's so- commanding, yet still somehow keeping his kindness that often hides deep beneath his layers. 

you can't tear your eyes away, though - even as Joel starts to walk towards your open bedroom - your hand stops him on his naked shoulder. "will you please fuck me?" you ask, voice stronger than you'd expected it to be.

his eyes flicker with something as he tilts his head, "right here?" he lifts a brow as his hand snaked over your neck to pull you flush against him once again. "y'gonna beg me to fuck you against the sink because you're too desperate for my cock to walk to the bed?" he whispers it into the shell of your ear; a shiver as you whine, eyes blinking up at him, "been waiting all day, Joel, stop fucking teasing me." 

you notice your mistake too late; his jaw tenses as he bites down at the junction of your neck - you let out a sharp, whining moan as his teeth mark a love bite bright and center on your skin. "fuck- fuck, s-sorry, sir." you groan, eyes clenching shut in pleasure as his hands push you into the counter. 

"bet you're fuckin' sorry." he mutters lowly as he pulls away from you, flipping you quick to bend you over the vanity of the sink. you gasp as the cool wet porcelain hits your breasts, your nipples hard and sensitive as a sharp smack lands on your ass. 

"christ," he groans as you bend over, puffy lips soaked and glistening for him, "look at this pretty pussy." 

you move your hips slightly and his hands grip onto your waist - "quit that." he snaps, hands resuming their exploring. he grazes over the backs of your thighs, up the expanse of your spine. 

over your ass, groping and slapping, relishing in your small moans and sharp gasps. "don't move." he orders.

you sigh, head falling onto the sink as you nearly whimper - you're aching, throbbing as Joel teases you - "Joel," you whimper quietly, voice whiny and small. 

"what's wrong, y'tired of being teased?" he asks, voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. your cheeks are hot as you groan, "please, need to feel you inside of me-" 

he hums, smacking the flesh of your ass, "'f I don't warm you up you'll be sore, baby-" he tuts, "y'know I gotta get you ready." 

"I don't care, I can take it- I like it, just-" you stutter, face heated as you nearly scream in frustration, unable to voice how badly you just want him inside of you. 

he likes that - a thumb sliding over your cunt to spread your lips, exposing your pussy and ass to him as he hums. "too fuckin' eager, have to have my cock right now, 's that right?" he shakes his head with a dark smirk, hand teasing over your swollen lips as he nods, "yeah, s'alright, I'll give it to you whenever you ask." 

"thank you," you wheeze, letting out a shaky sigh when Joel leans down, spitting directly onto your asshole, thumb sliding over the tight ring as he hums, "so desperate for me, couldn't even wait 'till we get back to town, could you? had to try an' fuck me right there in the woods." he doesn't wait for you to respond as he spits down again, this time the slick spit sliding down onto your seeping cunt. his hand leaves, replacing with the thick, teasing head of his cock.

you gasp, rising on your toes as the blunt tip of his dick spreads your cunt, teasing your clit before notching at your entrance. "gonna fill up every hole tonight, baby, y'gonna let me?" 

you let out a whine, "fuck, yes, please." you nod, cunt fluttering around the tip of his cock. 

the stretch is painful; you expected it, craved it - you let out an animalistic moan when he slides in a few inches. "oh-" you whimper, legs tensing as Joel kneads the flesh of your ass, pressing his bare chest to your spine as he mouths along the base of your neck, "relax, baby, so fuckin' tight-" he groans as he slides in slowly, "let me in, sweetheart, c'mon-" 

a rush of arousal and he's fully seated within you, the sting of his cock in you subsiding as a growing desire mounts until you can't take it. "move- m-move, now, please." you rush, hips pushing back against Joel's impatiently. 

"shit," Joel hisses as he pulls out of you slightly - a long, thick drag against your velvety cunt and you groan at the sweet bliss of being filled up. you moan as he thrusts forward, tip hitting the perfect spot that already, as his pace builds, has a simmering coil deep within you. 

"thought- thought about it all day," you admit, hands finding purchase on the counter as he starts to fuck into you, your tits sliding as they press against the sink. "on the horse, thought abo-" you moan sharply as his thumb grazes over your asshole, spreading the slick and his spit around the tight ring. "fuck, sir- that feels good." you moan. he groans in response and the words fly from your lips - "you drive me crazy, so big, t-touching me all the time. dream about you filling me up- s-stuffing me full, even out in the woods-" 

your words are too much for Joel, apparently, because his hand slaps over your mouth and his voice whispers, "sh-shut the fuck up, darlin', y'needa be quiet or I'm gonna finish before this even starts." he grunts, hips snapping into yours as he picks up the pace. 

you whimper at his words, arousal gushing from you and coating his cock in your slick; the wet slapping of your bodies echoing through the bathroom. "fuck-" he drags out the word, fingers sliding over your lips to prod at your mouth, "here- suck, darlin' - there you go, good girl, that's right." 

your tongue slides over his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as you feel his thumb breach your tight hole; a sudden rush of pleasure runs through you as it hits you - Joel's everywhere. he's filling you completely - his thumb slowly fucks your tight ring of muscle as his cock spears your cunt; his fingers, pressing down on your tongue as you whimper and moan around him. 

a groan leaves his full lips; "fuck- look at me." he grunts, hand sliding up your throat to pull your jaw towards your reflection. "look at me, baby-" his fingers slide back into your mouth as your eyes meet the fire in his through the mirror. 

"always tell me when you feel like this, 'kay?" he asks, brows stern as he rams his hips into you; his thumb fills you and fucks into you at a slower speed than his cock, sending searing pleasure through your entire body.

your flesh moves at the impact of his hips and you cry out as his cock hits the delicious spot inside you that curls your toes. his thumb slips from your ass and you whimper dejectedly; the full feeling subsiding slightly as his hand grips your tits, pinching your nipple as he hums in your ear.  "don't want my pretty little slut feeling so needy all the time, right?" he mutters, nosing at your hair as he fucks into you with no abandon. your fingers clench to the sides of the sink as you let out a strangled, "yes, sir-" 

"so if you use your words, I'll give you anything you want." he groans, hand smacking your ass as the other squeezes your jaw. you nod, agreeing with his words though his cock has rendered you nearly speechless. he hums in approval before muttering, "now you're goign to play with your clit until you cum." 

you let your eyes roll back at the commanding tone as your hand snakes down to rub tight, blisteringly pleasurable circles over your bundle of nerves.

but it's immediately too much so soon; you're already so close to your orgasm that a jagged gasp falls from your lips, jumping at the feeling.

"no, 's too much," you moan, head falling back as your finger teases your clit, flames of pleasure licking up isnide you.

but Joel smirks, "why're you still doin' it, then?" he teases, cock hitting so deep and bruising that you think you may see stars. 

you moan out, "w-wanna cum, wanna make you happy, Joel." you whimper, completely forgetting to call him sir; but you feel his brows furrow as a moan ripples from his lips - "y'makin' me real happy right now, darlin', look at you. fucked out on this old man's cock, doin' whatever I say, desperate and willing. you're perfect, aren't you?" 

you shiver in pleasure at his praise, fingers shaking as you rub your clit, trying so hard not to ruin your orgasm by cumming too soon. his cock spears into you at a pace that will certainly bruise your hips; your breath is punched out of you, your gasps and moans painting the air.

"say it, baby." he orders, hand stroking your breast a staunch contradiction to his brutal pace. "tell me how perfect you are for me." 

you wail, head falling back onto his broad, thick shoulder as he runs his mouth over your shoulder, nipping as he goes. you're out of breath - "p-perfect, I'm perfect for you Joel, fuck, don't stop. so good, so good-" you mumble, fucked out after only a few minutes. 

he hums, nodding into you. "taught you well, didn't I? you're my perfect little star." 

you nod, "yes, sir, thank you-" you squeal in pleasure as he strokes long and slow, pushing you nearly to the brink as your legs shake. you can't take it, though - your fingers stop their ministrations, shaking and burning as you pull away from your clit, so close from just his cock and-

a slap to your cheek as Joel's lips bite into your jaw, "put your fuckin' hand back right now. you don't stop 'till I tell you to." 

you swallow shakily, shaking your head, "I can't- it's too much, I can't-" 

"fine." he snaps, slapping your cheek again before one hand slips to grip hard at your shoulder, lifting one of your legs up onto the sink; his other hand snakes down to pinch your tortured clit and you scream as he grunts in your ear, "I'll do it myself."

he's unforgiving on your quivering cunt, barely able to stay upright as he pushes you down, your cheeks pressing to the cool counter as he pounds down into you, shooting you into a hurtling race towards your orgasm. 

he brutally fucks into you in a blinding pace. you nearly scream as white-hot pleasure rips through you, your hands falling to the counter as he coaxes a mind-bending orgasm from you. you see white as you cum, pulsing and writhing over his cock as it spears into you, splitting you open. 

"that's it, baby-" he lets out a loud moan, biting into your neck as he continues the brutal pace, "jesus- s'fucking tight, baby, can barely move-" his hands fall to your hips, using you as a fuck toy to finish himself off; you're still writhing with the ecstasy of the orgasm, relishing in the way his hands hold you. 

"where're you gonna take me, baby?" he grunts, voice strained: he's so close. 

you scramble, holding his hips as you nearly pass out - pleasure too much. "cum on my ass, please sir." you mutter, heat licking up your throat as the words come out. 

he moans and pulls out of you suddenly, hand flying from your skin to his cock, a slick noise as he quickly tugs himself until hot spurts of his cum paint the skin of your ass. "pretty girl," he grunts to himself, "an' you're all mine." 

you hum, moaning quietly as his thumb soothes over your skin, spreading his cum over your ass and pressing it slightly against your ass. your cunt flutters in arousal at the action and he hums, "y'like that, don't you, pretty girl?" 

you nod as you let out a shaky sigh and he presses a kiss to your spine, "good." it's a whisper on your skin, a promise. 

he's barely grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off your skin before you're turned around on jelly legs - his strong arms pull you in so fast you barely have a second to straighten out - he's nuzzling into your wet hair in a way that has your heart thumping and your throat dry.

his heart beats against your cheek, body warm, chest heaving along with yours.  

heat, affection - they swirl in your chest as his bare body cradles yours. intimately. 

your sweet skin is sticky with sweat when Joel comes to, out of the bliss of his and your orgasms. 

he's just as sweaty as you, though the clean skin and foggy mirror have started to clear up. Joel nearly huffs a short laugh at the thought of taking yet another shower - christ knows the two of you are once again filthy - but he kind of likes it, in a way. a secret. 

he brushes it off when he feels your fingers curl around his arm; he had barely noticed that he'd tugged you upright and right into his chest, holding you as tight as he could. for some reason, his mind reaches back to earlier in the evening, when he'd heard that branch - the fear, the panic that'd risen in him. he's not sure why, or at least, he won't think about it. you hadn't mentioned it, but he'd seen your hands shake and your eyes cloud with fear.

something for another time, because he has you warm and pliant and naked in his arms. he barely noticed how his lips press at your hairline; it's just... well, feels natural.

like you both need it. 

"stay here, please." you ask meekly, quietly. the first words spoken in a minute; you're swallowing around the nerves and anxiety that crawl in your chest, he can tell. he feels them, too. 

he's taken aback as he stares at you - you both have patrol again in the morning, is it not... aren't you going to get tired of him?

won't you find him annoying, or gross in the morning when he inevitably pulls you closer in his sleep, when the dreams are too real and he shoots up in bed?

the panic subsides as he stares into your warm eyes, hopeful, bashful. he smiles gently, biting through the smile in embarrassment at how willing he is to stay. he'd stay forever if you asked.

Joel nods through his surprise, though, his body and heart and head aching to lie with you once again, to feel the calmest sleep he's had in years. 

"course, darlin', I'll..." he pulls you in closer, so he doesn't have to look at those damn eyes when he finally admits it -

"I'll stay as long as you want." 

feedback welcome as always :') <3

[raffe156]

Spoils of War

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (Tank) OC

Warnings: Smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, Possessive Price, Dom!Price, rough sex, age gap in my head Price is 41, fluff at the end

Summary: You make Price jealous, end of hahaha 

A/N: Thanks for so many likes and reblogs on my last post! Possessive Price has got me in a hold and I really like this MC and Price dynamic, got more ideas and wips for them :)    @yeyinde and @irnbru32​ this one's for you two!

Please as always comments and feedback welcome 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

3:00am 

You glanced at the alarm clock on the small side table. You knew you needed to get up, but Price had you trapped under his arm you were tucked right into him. His soft snoring in your ear. You traced a scar on his forearm the hair had not quite grown back. The man was like a space heater, you could feel it coming off his bare chest. You were just in his T-shirt but you could feel yourself sweating. The Ac unit had broken days ago on the Los Vaqueros Base, you had asked Alejandro to fix it god knows how many times only for him to respond with “Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing so many layers querida” followed by Rudy apologising for his Captain.

You tried to turn yourself in the small cot so you could put your foot on the floor, but Price gripped you tighter to him.

“Not trying to do a smash and dash are you love?” - The sleep was thick in Prices voice. You turned your face back to him.

“Yeh your my 1am booty call John…I’ve got Ghost pencilled in for 3:30…” - You laughed, but you noticed the change in his body.

“Oh I'm joking John…I need to make sure Im at least back on my side of the base before everyone wakes up…can't be seen doing the walk of shame back from my Captain's room can I? knickers in my pocket…speaking of which can I have them back please…their on your desk” - You sat up on your elbows. Price looks over at his desk your black underwear draped over his desk lamp.

“No…Keeping them thanks…spoils of war and all that lot” - He mirrored your body sitting up on his elbows a smirk on his face.

“Spoils of war?…John you can't keep my knickers…I'll take your boonie hat then...I think I'd suit it” - You got up moving over to the desk to swipe your underwear and his beloved hat his top just covering your arse. Your weren’t fast enough he was up and already at the desk your underwear in his fist, he gave your arse a slap for good measure.

“Now now…got to be quicker than that love, even half asleep you can't beat me” - He was feeling cocky now. He eyed you up and down god did you look good in his T-shirts. He leant back against the desk you could see the outline of him in his boxers, fuck he was handsome. You slinked over wrapping your arms around his neck hugging your own elbows noses pressed together.

“It’s ok you keep them…ill ask Simon if I can have my lace ones back…” - you sighed leaving the whisper of a kiss on his cheek. You pulled away feeling pretty smug with yourself.

Why was he feeling like this? He knew you were joking, but the image of Ghost with his hand on you…you clawing at him while he’s buried deep in you. Him hearing the soft sobs as you cum saying his name…his tongue all over you…Price felt like his blood had turned to acid and it was boiling through his muscle into his bones.

“Have you seen my pants…cause your not keeping them as well…” - You looked over at Price, he looked like a storm cloud.

“what’s the matter? You know I'm joking don't you?” - you walked back over to him cupping his face. Your eyes were pleading with him. You and your big mouth. Price didn’t say a word instead he started kissing you, but it was all teeth, biting greedy, rough.

“Mhmmm….slow down John…”- You tried to pull away but he had you locked in his arms, he moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at it so it left marks. He wanted to mark you as his.

“John don’t, your going to leave marks and I'm not wearing a neck gaiter for the next few days in this heat…ahhh!” - he had bit your shoulder.

“Call me John one more time I dare you…I'm your Captain and I think you need reminding of that” You could feel him on your thigh he was hard, and you couldn’t lie it was making you wet.

“Yes Sir….Captain” - Your heart was racing.

“That’s better…on your knees” - He said pulling his cock out of his boxers, the tip already leaking, you did as you were told.

“Open your mouth…tongue out” Price could see you squirming on your knees. He was going to enjoy this he thought as he slapped his cock off your waiting tongue. You wrapped your mouth around him softly licking the underside of his head. You looked up at him as he slid further down your throat.

“That’s a good girl…” - His hand snaking up into your hair.Price growled as you took him as deep as you could, He was moving your head for you, he hit the back of your throat causing tears to well up in your eyes, he wiped them away with his thumb and pulled out leaving you drooling and gasping for breath but it was short lived as he thrust himself back down your throat and held you to his base your tongue flat to his balls. You tapped his thighs. Fuck the oxygen was leaving your brain, but you could feel how wet your were.

“Alright, easy now take a breath” - Price pulled your head back, saliva on your chin, he wanted to ruin you. You were trying to steady your breathing, you liked this game and wondered how far you could push your Captain. Price could see the look in your eye you were scheming, well he was going to put a stop to that.

“You have 5 seconds to get on the bed…or I'm using my belt on your arse”- He stepped away from you reaching for his pants to unloop the belt his cock bobbing against his stomach. You didn’t waste any time getting to your feet and crawling on to the bed where you waited for further instructions from your Captain.

“Good girl, 6 seconds, but i'll let you off this once…” - he slapped the belt together. It made you jump but the spring in your stomach said otherwise. Price grabbed your wrists slipping the belt over them pulling it tight. More marks you thought. He raised them above and over your head leading you to lie on your back arms reaching towards the top of the cot, tying the other end to the metal rail headboard. A nervous laugh escaped from your mouth. Price noticed you pull your knees up defensively. He cocked his eyebrow at you not a chance your were hiding now. He bullied his way between your thighs pushing your knees apart leaving your bare. He loved the sight of you spread out for him on display, loved the way you couldn’t help buck your hips up. Loved the way your squirmed under his gaze like it was burning you. He was right his gaze was searing into your skin causing your blood to rush and thunder in your ears. You were begging him with your eyes to brand your skin with his touch.

“Look at you…all laid out for me…or would you prefer Ghost between your legs looking at your wet cunt?” - He was smirking as he traced the inside of your thigh with his rough hand, his thumb grazing over you slit. You were feeling brave and wanted to see how far you could push your luck.

“Ghost would already be eating me out like it was his last meal” - Your grin bit at him you could see it in his eyes. Price knew you didn’t mean it you were trying to get a reaction out of him, but he couldn't help the image that formed in his mind.

“Oh I’m sure he would…in fact I know he would be, any of the men on this base would be I wouldn’t blame them either” - Price lowered his head , you could feel his breath on your sensitive skin an inch away from your throbbing cunt.

“I've seen the way they all look at you…wondering what you sound like when your moan, when your begging for it, how you would feel pressed against them tight and hot…” - Price swipes his tongue flat over your folds, flicking the tip off your clit. He takes a quick glance up at you you face is buried in the crook of your elbow, he can hear your panting the dry heat suffocating you. He’s toying with you but your answer got you what you wanted, you always got what you wanted with your Captain, his face buried in you his beard rough on your inner thighs. It was short lived just as you were wading in, Price removed his mouth and replaced it with the sting of his hand the pain spreading up your body.

“For fuck sake…” - You where reeling at the sudden shift in touch. Price gave you a cruel look as his fingers prodded into your cunt thick and heavy, curling up hitting you just right causing a choked moan to escape, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles. You eyes screwed shut as he applied pressure to your abdomen.

“Fuck…John, please…” - Your pleas cut short as he corrected you with another slap to your pussy.

“What did I say about calling me John?…I'm your fucking Captain…”- Price was enjoying this and he couldn’t help feel sorry for you, but you need to be taught a lesson. He sat back resting your legs over his bare thighs he loved the dirty scowl on your face. He gives you that eye crinkling smile but it's laced with smugness and you wanted to kick it off his face. Before you get a chance to kick out Price lines himself up with your centre, rolling your clit with his tip coating himself with you, it sends sparks up your spine that crackle through your nerves. He slides his T-shirt up your body exposing your hard nipples kissing in-between them, rough, nipping kisses, he sucks a bit too hard on one of them leaving a pink hue that will bloom into a dark purple love bite by the time the sunrises.

“Please…Sir…” - Your begging his cock resting at your entrance you can feel your walls clenching around nothing and your really cant help let out a little sob the frustration getting to you.

“That’s a good girl…see your….learning” - Price rammed his cock in, not giving you the time to adjust around him like he usually does. No his rhythm is heavy and powerful each one you feel him at your cervix, you arch your back while your bitten breasts bounce with every thrust. You cant even choke out a moan, the sound of his hips connecting with your arse and thighs is obscene also his swings are causing the headboard to hit the wall, someone was going to hear you.

“Think Ghost or Soap could fuck you till you couldn’t speak love?…After the other night I bet they have wanked themselves dry at the sight of your naked wet body…but i'm telling you now i'm going to make sure they know how good you get it from me…” - he growls, slamming back into you making your eyes roll back in your head. Your caged under him his arms resting either side of yours, he wants to hear you, he needs to hear you. He starts to bite at your neck, licking it his beard scratches you face. There your on the edge he's dragging your walls with every pull of his hips, its pooling in your stomach your going to snap open. You want him to snap you open.

“OH FUCK!…” - You cum, your legs shaking around him its loud, but you don't care.

“Feels to fuckin good love, your so fucking tight, want me to fill you up…” - Price can feel your walls tightening around him pushing him into his own realise.

“YEs…Plea…Fuck me…i want your cum in me Captain!” - You sob the words out, desperate. Price is drunk on the sounds your making as he fucks you rough and hard, the sounds filling the small room, he groans loudly as he cums inside you, panting your name.

He falls to the side of you his cock still twitching inside you, he presses his forehead to your temple. You both try to catch your breath. Price reached up to unbuckle the belt from your wrists, the skin scorched from the rough fabric. He made a mental note to kiss them better later.

“So does this mean I can have my knickers back?” - Your voice is wrecked and dry as you turn your face into him.

“No and dont ask again” - He chuckled lifting his head up to kiss you softly this time. Priced wrapped his arm around you tightly. You were back in the same position as when you woke up you glanced over at the alarm clock 3:35am

“Shit i'm late to meet Ghost…” - You laughed ringed around the room. Price looked at you like your were deranged a smirk creeping at his mouth.

“Really woman? Your going to be the death of me?” - He nudged you back into him, You laughed.

“No really John…I need to get up…In 10mins everyone is going to be gearing up for the brief with Laswell and I don't want to be scurrying back to my room with the best part of you running down my leg thanks” - You tried to push your way up, but he was stronger despite being nearly half asleep again.

“John…really…let me up” - You really were struggling now. Price wasn’t budging he wanted you to stay there with him in your own little bubble, because once you left this room you both had to resume your roles, him making sure you didn’t get yourself killed, you barking back at him for doubting you.

He made another mental note to ask you when this was all over out on a date, dinner and drinks, but for now he was happy like this in your little bubble.

“shhhh shhh…love just give me 5 more minutes” - He felt the lull of sleep pulling at him, his mind showing him the life you both could have together, he could hear you laughing, sing song voice as you danced around the kitchen belly round with his baby glowing and beautiful, two more running at him hands open and sticky. He wanted that and he was going to do everything he could to get it.

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race pt.5

PT.4

Simon ignored you most of the time after your passionate encounter, making you feel like shit with only him and a 16-hour asleep Johnny in the house. You felt alone. You used your remaining free time when you weren't caring for Johnny, who got flirtier with every minute, with gardening, harvesting all sorts of vegetables and fruits, and now you started to harvest them when suddenly a big pair of hands gripped you and picked you up.

"I missed you much, babe." Kyle smiled at you and kissed you impulsively; the other men just watched him with a jealous expression. You and Kyle were different; he was in the same age range as you; he was caring; and he was the prettiest boy on earth even before the apocalypse.

And he treated you like a girlfriend, always kissing you goodbye, calling you babe, and looking at you with these gorgeous eyes of his. It felt like you two were in a relationship, and you kind of liked it.

After mending some of the boy's wounds, you went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit compote for them. You needed to ask them if they could maybe help you grow your house and maybe get some chickens and cows; this would be helpful and cute.

"Smells delicious, babe," he said, pulling his arms around your waist and leaning his chin against your shoulder.

"You think so."

"Mhm"

"How was the mission, Kyle?"

"It was bad; Cap almost got bitten."

"Oh fuck"

"And then there is still not a word from Ale and Rudy; they should have been back a long time ago."

"They will come back."

"Im afraid if they won't, we had a few people more, but everyone is always dying."

"You're safe at home; okay, you're safe and with me." You tried to get him to think about something else, something good. And being with you was good.

Gaz's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in your neck. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Coming home to you is the best part of any mission," he admitted, looking at you like a lost puppy.

"Having you back is always the best part of my day too, love."

Gaz tightened his grip on you, his eyes softening once more. "You're my sunshine in the dark, babe. Never forget that; you bring us hope and a home; you're so much stronger than us," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. "Now, come on, let's go relax."

You moaned softly as he kissed your neck, wanting more for him. You hadn't had sex after your night with Simon, and it showed.

Gaz's eyes sparkled with desire at the soft moan, his grip tightening ever so slightly on you. "Relax? Or are you thinking of something else, babe?" He asked you with a boyish grin.

"Maybe," you admitted, trailing down his clothed, rock-hard abs.

Gaz smirked, his hand trailing down to cup your perfect ass, feeling the heat that emanated from your body. "Well, since you're in such a playful mood, how about I show you just how much I've missed you?"

He pulled you up on the kitchen counter. He couldn't help but admire your body, with every curve and dip calling to him. With a growl, he pushed himself against you, his hard length grinding against your core through your clothes.

"Such a needy boy for me."

A low chuckle escaped his throat at your teasing words. "Well, when you look this fucking good, it's hard not to be, isn't it?"

You caressed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, capturing his pretty face inside your soft palms. He got the full girlfriend treatment, and you enjoyed treating him this way.

Gaz moaned into the kiss, his lips parting to allow your tongue access to his mouth. His free hand reached around to grab at your ass, pulling you even tighter against him.

"Mhm, so needy for my ass."

Gaz pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning into yours. "I'm going to take you right here, on this countertop," he growled huskily. "You're going to be so fucking tight around my cock."

"Mhm, but were you a good boy to deserve this?" You asked him in a teasing manner.

Gaz's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "Oh, I've been a very good boy. I've been thinking about this moment all day." He reached down to undo his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He was beautiful; he was so long—almost too long—and so pretty curved; he didn't have thick veins but softer, smaller ones; his cock had the same color as his skin, but his tip was delicious pink. It must have been the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life, and your mouth watered at the sight.

You traced your fingers around his slit, taking in his precum and licking it from your fingers. It was salty but still delicious. "A good boy would be more patient."

Gaz watched you play with his precum, his breathing growing heavier. His grip on your ass tightened as he held you close to him. "Patient? You're playing with my fucking cock, babe. What do you expect me to do? Be patient?" He groaned, annoyed at you.

"Yes, Kyle, be patient. You need to deserve my cunt first." You laughed at him, enjoying being the dominant part for once.

Gaz groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he tried to maintain control. "Okay, fuck it. I want you so bad, love. Please, let me taste you. Let me show you just how good I can make you feel."

"Already begging?"

Gaz's eyes locked onto yours, his desire evident in every twitch of his muscles. "You have no idea how much I want you, babe," he said, his voice thick with need. "I've been going insane without you. Please, let me taste your sweet cunt."

You couldn't say no to that beautiful face of his; it should be forbidden to look like that, to look so perfect, so you removed your panties, leaving your blue summer dress on. You threw your panties in his face while giggling.

His eyes widened in surprise as you threw your panties at him, but his cock twitched with anticipation. "Fucking hell, Babe," he growled, grabbing the delicate fabric and bringing it to his nose. "You smell so fucking good."

"Do I now?" you asked cheekily.

His hands traveled up your thighs, fingers teasing the edge of your dress as he spoke. "Like pure fucking heaven," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I can't wait to get inside you."

"Not now, patient baby boy. First, lick me."

Gaz's eyes flashed with desire as you ordered him to lick you. Without hesitation, he pushed your dress up, revealing your wet pussy to him. His tongue darted out, tasting your sweet nectar for the first time. "Fuck," he whimpered.

"Mhm, do you like it when I call you Baby Boy?" you ask while pushing his face deeper inside your throbbing core.

"God, yes," he groaned, his tongue lapping up more of your juices. "I love it when you call me that." Gaz's hands found their way underneath your dress, massaging your ass cheeks as he continued to feast on your pussy.

"Mhm, you're such a good boy for me." You praised him, and it did wonders for him.

His tongue swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Mmm, I'll be whatever you want me to be," he growled against your pussy. "Just keep calling me that."

"What a good boy?"

His tongue flicked against your clit faster, his fingers digging deeper into your ass. "Yes, a good boy," he moaned, his voice muffled by your wetness. "I'll be the best fucking boy you've ever had."

You grinded harder against his perfect face, always pulling his short hair to show him you were the one in control.

Gaz let out a low groan as you grind against his face, the taste of your pussy on his tongue driving him wild. He loved how you pulled his hair, showing him who was in control. His fingers dug deeper into your ass cheeks, encouraging you to ride his face harder.

"Mhm, God Gaz."

"You like that, babe?" He murmured against your pussy, his tongue working overtime to drive you wild. "You're so fucking sexy riding my face like that. I could come just from this." You couldn't believe the effect you had on him.

"Be a good boy and cum."

His fingers found your sweet spot, and he thrust them in and out of you while continuing to eat you out. With his remaining hand, he started to rub his dick.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Do you want it on your cunt or all over your ass?"

"You can cum on my pussy." You wanted it inside, but you didn't want him to get this satisfaction.

"God fucking damn," he growled, and without further warning, he erupted onto your pussy. His hips bucked wildly as he came, his cock twitching with every pulse of hot cum. It felt so good and warm around you.

"Lick It Clean," you demanded. You had never done this before, but you felt so powerful right now.

Gaz lapped up every drop of your juices and his cum, cleaning you up meticulously. His tongue traced the inside of your pussy lips, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely yours. "Mmm," he hummed in contentment.

"Mhm, fuck, you're such a good boy," you whined as he lapped on your clit

"I'm always a good boy for you, babe," he purred, nuzzling his face against your throbbing nub. His tongue swirled around it, teasing and tormenting with just the right amount of pressure. "You know I love making you feel good."

"Mhm, please make me cum, baby."

I'll make you cum; don't worry about that," he promised, licking and sucking on your clit like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Gaz, im going to - fuck," you moaned as you pushed his face into your pleading core.

Gaz groaned in pleasure as he felt your orgasm wash over him. Your juices coated his tongue, and he lapped them up greedily, savoring the taste of you. As you came down from your high, he pulled back to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Thank you, Gaz, you've been very good." You caressed his pretty face. "You get a reward."

"I always like my rewards, babe," he grinned. He kissed your inner thigh, trailing his tongue up to the delicate skin between your legs. "I think I'll take another taste of you."

"God, you're so eager to please, but I thought more of you could fuck me when you want, even in the ass." You knew that's what he wanted; he looked too often at it, stroking it with his finger by accident. And who were you to deny him this wish?

Gaz chuckled at your bold request. "I'm always eager to please you, babe," he purred, his hands gently guiding your legs apart once more. "And I promise, I will fuck you in the ass, but first, let me taste you some more."

He grinned wickedly as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive flesh of your pussy lips. He teased you for a moment before finally pressing his tongue against your clit, sucking gently as he began to lap at your juices once more.

"Oh God"

Gaz hummed in approval as he continued to please you, his tongue dancing around your clit while his fingers teased the entrance of your tight little hole. He moaned softly against your sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of you. "That's it, babe." He began to pump his fingers in and out of your tight little hole, massaging that sweet spot inside you that made you clench around his fingers. His tongue never stopped lapping at your clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck, "Im going to cum again, baby."

"Cum for me, babe," Gaz purred, his fingers pumping faster inside you as he sucked harder on your clit. He could feel the walls of your tight little hole quivering around his fingers, preparing to release another wave of pleasure.

Gaz moaned loudly as he felt your body shudder and convulse around his fingers, your juices spurting onto his face. He didn't stop, though, continuing to lap at your clit and finger-fuck you until he was sure you'd had enough.

"Thank you, Gaz; you've been so good to me."

"Always, babe. You know I'll do anything for you." He leaned up to kiss you gently on the lips before pulling his fingers out of your tight little hole. "Come here,"

You saw a big, dark shadow. "I think Simon saw us."

Gaz looked over his shoulder to see Simon watching them with a smirk on his face. He chuckled softly and shook his head before turning back to you. "Well, if he wants a piece of the action, he's more than welcome." But you were still mad at Simon for ignoring you after your sex; he only used you as a cumdump. Well, at least that's what you thought.

"Maybe another time, but I want only you right now, Baby Boy."

"As you wish, babe, I'll make sure it's just me and you." He pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he pressed his throbbing cock against your entrance.

"Are you ready for this?"

"You want me to ride you?"

I think I'd like that, babe." Gaz smiled at you, his eyes dark with desire. He couldn't wait to feel your sweet pussy clenching around his cock as you rode him.

Gaz groaned softly as you slowly grinded on him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you with each movement. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding onto you as he felt your warmth enveloping him. "Fuck, that feels good."

You stood still, chuckling softly, knowing you were in control. You wouldn't move until he was a whimpering mess for you.

Gaz raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you going to make me beg for it?" He asked teasingly. "Because I don't mind doing that."

"Of course, you don't mind," you replied teasingly.

Gaz lowered his head, his eyes never leaving yours, as he began to plead with you. "Please, babe, I need you to ride me. I can't take much more of this torture." His voice was thick with desire, betraying the vulnerability he tried so hard to hide.

So you slowly started to ride him enough to make him feel something, but not enough to reach his high.

Gaz let out a deep, guttural moan as you began to ride him, his cock throbbing inside of you. He could tell you were holding back just enough to keep him on the edge, it drove him crazy. "Babe, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. "I need you to ride me harder. I'm about to lose it." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to move faster.

You pressed the bulge inside your stomach, where his dick rested, chuckling softly as you began to make small circles with your hip.

Gaz's head fell back with a groan as you teased him, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours. "Fuck, babe," he panted. "You're killing me." His cock twitched inside of you, desperate for release. "Please," he whined.

"You're so impatient, baby."

"I can't help it, babe," he whispered hoarsely. "You're so fucking tight and wet. It feels amazing inside of you." His eyes were filled with lust as he watched your body move on top of him. "Please, babe,"

You moved a bit faster for barely a minute until you felt him twitching inside of you.

Gaz let out a long, low moan as you picked up the pace. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "That's it, babe. Ride me hard."

As you realized he would cum soon, you stopped and began to only circle your hips again.

"What are you doing, babe?" He growled, his voice full of frustration. "I need you to fucking move." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to pick up the pace again. "Please,"

"Patient Baby, we need to see if you deserve to cum first." You said you were almost losing your patience at seeing the prettiest boy in the world begging for you to fuck him.

"I'll do anything, babe," he promised desperately. "Just let me cum." His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls aching with need. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, willing you to give in to him. "Please,"

"You're so sweet when you beg, you know that."

Gaz smiled up at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," he whispered. "Just let me cum inside of you." His hips bucked up against yours as he tried to force himself deeper into your tight pussy.

Gaz's head fell back with a loud moan as you started to ride him hard again. His cock throbbed inside of you, close to the edge. "Fuck, babe," he gasped. "You're going to make me cum." Dumb words, Gaz, you thought.

Gaz looked up at you with a mix of frustration and lust. "Babe," he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "I need to cum. Please let me cum." He gripped your hips tightly, trying to urge you to keep going.

"Be a good boy and take it, okay? If you take it good, I'll let you cum."

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and need. "I'll be good," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take it however you want me to." His cock twitched inside of you, aching for release.

"Only cum when I allow you to."

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "I won't come without your permission," he promised. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he drove his cock deeper into your pussy.

His cock throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening up in anticipation. "Mommy, please, "he panted, his voice filled with desperation. "Please let me cum.

That was new even for you, but you liked it. Did you just call me Mommy?"

Gaz looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and need. "Yes, Mommy," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't help it. You make me so hot." His cock throbbed inside of you, aching for release.

"Shh, you're such a good boy. You're so patient for me. Just a minute, okay?"

Gaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on yours. "Yes, babe," he panted, his voice shaking with desire. "I'll be patient for you."

He reached up to cup your breasts through your dress, massaging them gently as he continued to thrust into you. He started to whimper, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard before.

"You can cum, baby."

Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head as he hit his release. "Oh fuck, Mommy!" he cried out, losing control. His cock erupted inside of you, filling you with hot cum. He moaned loudly, his body shaking as he came.

"I told you to be patient; it's worth it."

Gaz panted heavily as he came down from his intense orgasm, his cock still twitching inside of you. "That was amazing," he breathed out, looking up at you with a satisfied smile. "You're incredible, babe."

But you still hadn't done enough, and he deserved a reward after all, so you got on all of your fours and presented your round ass to him.

Kyle's eyes widened as you presented yourself to him, his cock twitching at the sight of your exposed ass. He growled while positioning himself behind you.

"Just be gentle." I never had something big like you in it."

Gaz smirked as he rubbed the head of his cock against your tight little ass, using his precum and your wetness as lube. "I'll be as gentle as I can, babe," he promised, slowly pushing his way inside of you.

"Fuck Gaz its too big," you whine as he spreads you in half.

Gaz grunted as he pushed deeper into your tight ass, feeling the walls stretching around him. He took it slow at first, savoring the sensation of being inside of you for the first time. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, starting to pick up speed. "Rub yourself, babe; it won't hurt so much then."

Gaz moaned as you rubbed yourself, the extra stimulation making it easier for him to thrust deeper into your ass. "Oh fuck, that's it," he groaned, picking up speed even more. "Fuck babe," Gaz growled as he pounded into your ass with reckless abandon.

He could feel his end approaching quickly, and the thought of filling your tight little hole with his cum sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm going to cum, babe,"

"It's okay, cum inside me, love."

Gaz roars as he finally reaches his climax, filling your tight little ass with his hot, thick cum. His muscles tense as he rides out the last few thrusts before finally pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"That was intense," you said, smiling at him.

"That it is, babe," Gaz panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand and wiped up some of the cum that had leaked out of your ass. "You did great," he said with a grin.

"I think I won't be able to  walk tomorrow."

"Oh really?" Gaz teased you, running his fingers through your hair playfully. "That means you'll be stuck here with me all day tomorrow, won't you?" He winked at you, knowing full well how much you enjoyed spending time with him.

"Maybe Johnny will sneak in and just steal me away from you."

"Oh, he'll try," Gaz said with a smirk. "But I've got my eye on him. If he thinks he can take you away from me, he's got another thing coming than one single bullet." He pulled you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around your body protectively.

"You're so possessive of me already."

"I can't help it, babe," he replied, kissing your neck softly. "You're mine, and I don't plan on letting anyone take you away from me." He held you tighter, his gaze never leaving yours as he whispered, "Not Cap, Simon, Rudy, Alejandro, Alex, and not even Johnny."

Well, this is how it must feel to have a good boyfriend, you thought before you slowly drifted to sleep.

[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ pt2

dabi x reader

context: the stalker becomes the stalked.

warnings: smut, caught, oral sex, fingering, name calling, masturbating.

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~•dabi’s pov•~

I have to say, 'm not the kind of guy pretty girls stalk, I'm not the kind of guy that any girls stalk or even look at. So what's the deal with her? That's what I've been wonderin’ these past two months. She's so fucking pretty, that night when she took me down like some rag doll, I could've sworn I was in love, then and there. I haven’t felt this way ever…i just couldnt, way to possessive for that shit. Why her? No one should have her but me…i could treat her better then anyone else, kill for her, love her and only her, be there for her.. Fuck I need her. one thing i needa find out, is she a hero or what? there’s nothing about her anywhere..and her fighting skills were too suspicious for a eighteen year old.

name: y/n y/m/n y/l/n

parents: deceased

age: eighteen

address: musutafu city, japan. 275 kinto street, apartment 214, Shizuoka Prefecture.

quirk: blood manipulation

This is the eleventh time this week I've had to jack off to fuckin’ flashbacks, i needed more, need her. Fuck.. This is not okay, especially at the fucking base, i really need to get my own apartment. that way i can have her all to myself. her black leather that clung tight to her body that night, her hips, her thighs…fuck, her face. The office chair i sat on was squeaky, every time i would thrust my hips up, it would sound. It didn't matter at this point, looking down towards my hips, my hands glided over the glistening purple, tip.

——-—————-three hours later————————

now why the fuck would she be at a hero event? there stood the most wanted villain across from a met gala, a building that was surrounded by heros and filled with heros. dabi had been smart enough to place a small chip in a cut toga had made on her body while she was distracted fighting them both.

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~•reader’s pov•~

i couldn’t handle being that close to him, all i wanted to do was take him right then and there, infront of toga, infront of everyone. taking the cart out my mouth while looking at my smokey eye makeup and fixing my hair in the mirror..he’s a villain, he kills innocent people, maybe im in way over my head..i mean a villain liking me? be so for real, exhaling the smoke from my lungs and out my mouth, i went to fix the bottom of the red, silk dress i wore. my father is a hero, and here i am obsessing over a murderer who doesn’t even feel the same way over me…he couldn’t, right?

“Whatchu doing here dressed like that?” the calm, hoarse voice says as he watched the smoke exit my mouth. in the reflection of the mirror, i could see, it was dabi. shit, how the fuck did he find me.

“dabi..how’d ya’ find me? y’know at a hero event they dont really like your kind here..” i laughed a bit as i turned around to look at dabi, black on black with a gold chain looked really good on him.

“Real question, is what the fuck are you doing here, princess? You a hero?” walking up closer to me, dabi took it upon himself to take my cart and hit it himself, putting it to his pink lips and inhaling, he kept eye contact with me. giving me back my cart, dabi put his hands on my hips to admire the red dress i wore, blue eyes looking me up and down, slowly one of the hands on my hips moved up towards the back of my neck where he held my body firmly. Exhaling the smoke out his nose, the smell of marijuana filled my nose.

“answer me princess, cause i dont fuck wit heroes.” his gruff voice spoke in my left ear and the feeling of now both of his hands grabbing handfuls of my ass to pick me up and put me on the counter, a gasp left my lips as i was so easily picked up and placed on the counter. the only thing i could do was sit and admire the man that stood in front of me, this is all i’ve ever wanted. he wants me the same way i want him.

“my dad is..im just here with him.” now with what i said just now, caused dabi to raise his brow and smirk at me, his eyes glancing at my lips and back to my eyes.

“i love the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your eyes are glassed over and i haven’t even touched you yet, the way you just let go and melt in my hands.” he said this softly with a scoff and a slight chuckle, his big rough hand moved its way up my body and to my face, grabbing my chin to look up into his dark, blue eyes, looking down at me with a smirk, he tilts his head to the side and leans down but doesnt place his lips on my own, not just yet. his other hand kneaded the flesh of my hip, uncontrollably i leaned in to connect our lips.

“dont lean into me like that..im not gonna kiss you.” dabi chuckled a bit again before he continued speaking. “i’ll kiss whats mine, i’ll fuck what’s mine, i’ll satisfy what’s mine…are you mine, little mouse?” his voice spoke again and chills ran down my spine with excitement.

“i want to be..” i said as soft as can be while looking in the man’s eyes.

“…you want to be, is that so? ima be honest with you princess, all i want to do is rip that little red dress and bend you over this bathroom counter until all you do is say my name over and over again.” finally his lips sucked on my neck and his hands got to work, kneading my hip as he grabbed the back of my neck to hold me straight. looking at his finished product with a smirk, his hand bunched up my red dress above my hips. looking at my soaked red lacy underwear, one of his big hands grabbed my thigh to put around his waist and the other moved the red lace to the side.

“such a pretty girl, arent you?” his fingers admired the swollen bud and dipped down lower to the wet folds and then to the tight hole where i desperately needed something to fill. whimpers flooded out of my mouth, throwing my head back to lay on the mirror behind me i covered my mouth with my hand.

“Sweetie, you okay in there?” knocking was heard on the bathroom door as i heard my dad’s voice on the outside, he sounded worried..fuck dad, wrong time to be cockblocking. i lifted my head off the mirror to see dabi’s cocky face looking back at my disheveled one that tried to keep quiet with my hand still around my mouth.

“my dad..dabi.” my hand moved from my mouth as i got both to try an push away the man that had his hand between my thighs.

“your dad’s..aizawa? well shit, guess i wont be killing him on my camping trip next week.” dabi spoke casually and quietly as if his one finger wasn’t inside of me trying to loosen me up.

“fuck- yes dad, im fine. just y’know girl problems…” my head fell onto dabi’s shoulder trying to muffle my moans. hearing footsteps walk away with a muffled oh, i looked at dabi in anger but pure bliss as he entered another finger inside of me.

“so god damn tight, y’know that? but you’ll take me right? all of me, like my good fucking girl.”

“you are so fu-…cking annoying, y’know that.” dabi smirked at me as his free hand put a stray hair behind my ear. taking his two fingers out of me dabi flips me over to lay me on my stomach as his leg moved the both of mine apart. now the only thing i could do was look at his dark eyes through the mirror infront of me. the sounds of a belt unbuckling was what got me out of my dazed state, i wiggled my hips in anticipation with a whimper. slapping his dick on my bare pussy dragged a moan out of my mouth.

“oh, fuck your tight.” finally pushing the tip into me, you could hear my wetness squelching, bottoming out, dabi stilled for a second while biting his bottom lip and his eyes halfway closed. this view in the mirror was the best one yet, at this point dabi was shirtless, his purple scars added onto his tan skin, he had abs and big shoulders.

“shit, only half way, princess, were almost there. you wanna stalk me, you wanna be mine? then take it.” lifting one of my legs on the bathroom counter, dabi grabbed both of my arms to put behind my back while pushing all the way in.

“this is what it means to be mine, little mouse, to be my doll.” he said in a gruff breathless voice as he bent down to whisper in my ear, his abs almost pressing against my back with his hips slapping against my ass. the sound took over the room along with dabi’s whimpers and groans, one of his hands held both of mine hands behind my back and the other covering my mouth.

“this pussy is all fucking mine, doll, and no one is ever taking it away from me. dont fucking close your eyes, look at me y/n.” snapping back into reality after hearing his voice whispering in my ear i open my eyes to look at dabi in the mirror, my teeth bit my bottom lip as dabi sped up his pace, i couldnt help but want to close my eyes and focus on his voice and the feeling.

“im gonna let go of your hands and your gonna fucking play with that pretty little clit of yours for me, got it, doll?” i nodded my head vigorously as i felt the relief of my hands being released. both of his hands roughly grabbed my hips, probably leaving bruises in the morning.

“now ‘m gonna make you cum, and your gonna say thank you. understand?” nodding wasnt enough for dabi, he needed to hear it.

“words, mouse. use them.” his thrusing became so rough you could hear the sink slamming against the wall.

“yes, dabi. thank you!” my hand between my thighs circling my clit and the other covering my mouth, dabi’s voice in my ear and his thick cock slamming into me. it was all becoming too much before that knot in me snapped.

“i dont care if youre too sens-..stive keep rubbing that clit for me princess...” a loud moan erupted from me as stars filled my vison, eyes rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling.

“fuck, yes! keep milkin’ me like that, mouse. please, fuck! say your mine!” coming back to my senses, while shaking and whimpering, i rub on my clit.

“all yours, touya, thank you…~” thats what makes him snap, a loud groan was heard and i looked in the mirror to see dabi’s head tilted back and a hand covering his mouth, the other hand that held a bruising grip on my hip ignited in a blue flame but only for a second as dabi came to realize what he did.

“fuck! dabi?!” my face was still fucked out as i gripped the sides of the counter in pain. orgasm tears slipped down my face and i looked at dabi through the mirror.

“shit! mouse, im so sorry.” he looked down at the flesh wound on my hip with his dick still inside me.

“mouse..what did you call me, just now!?” dabi said with his blue eyes glaring into mine, there was no malice, or anger and i knew exactly what he was talking about, but i wasnt gonna spoil our fun on how i got my information.

“what else would i call you? daddy of course.” with a joking wink and a smirk i would only pray and hope dabi would drop it. slipping out of me, dabi helped me get dressed while watching out for the new wound.

“leave your window open..were not done yet.” was the last thing i heard from touya’s mouth as i watched him leave through the bathroom balcony.

[oceanofsinners]

“I'll find you every time, my dear. No matter what it takes.”

Yan!Multiverse traveler x gn!reader who dies every time.

[mdni or do, i don't care. asks are appreciated and very much needed im horrible at making prompts argh]

Every time. Every time. It's not fair. Why must the Gods curse him so?

You were his in every Universe, every life time. Yet you died so young. So pathetically every time. Once it was a disease, the next was suicide, and the last one was murder.

Of course, everyone who HARMS and FAILS YOU dies in every Universe. They don't deserve to survive. They don't deserve to live.

Just once, just once he wants to hold your hand as the two of you grow old. Or bring you along on his travels of the Multiverse. 

Arche sighed as he walked across the Universe, planets and different Universe’s surrounding his body.

Arche wasn't a God but neither was he Mortal. He lost the ability to die to Death a long, long time ago. So now he walks the Multiverse’s to spite the Gods who kill his lover every time.

The Gods do this as a punishment for cheating Death, perhaps. But they dare not actually try and get close to Arche. If they do, they will live a Fate worse then Death herself. 

When he's not pretending to be human, his skin is covered in blues, purples, and pinks like the galaxy itself, his eyes, one black one white. Black always forced to watch your Death, the white watching every new Life. 

Arche walks to the next Universe, wincing at how horrible it seems. Another war Universe? Alright. He always hates these ones. You almost always die in his arms. 

Arche steels himself, all six arms wrapping around the Universe as he leaves his body, his subconscious melding with the world.

Arche’s eyes flutter open, taking the form of a child, barely 7 years of age. His “parents” tell him to go to his hiding spot, and he does. 

Arche hides as he hears gun shots, screams, begging. He fiddles with the ends of his sleeves, curling into himself in the small hide of his. 

People run into the house, searching for resources and other survivors. 

A hologram laptop pops up in front of Arche, telling him everything he'd need to know about the Universe he's currently in. 

This Universe was created by Death, to get more souls...Everyone will die in twenty-six years due to a bomb...Alright, so he's got twenty-six years to find YOU, to get into a relationship with you, and hopefully confess to you what he is. 

And then help you become one too. 

Arche waits, freezing as someone opens the door. “Hey! I found....a kid?” The person pauses, and another adult walks over, frowning as they realize what they just did. 

“Fuck. We just orphaned a child.” The adult with brown hair curses, while the blonde smacks them away with a roll of their eyes. 

“Hey, little one. I'm Georgia, she/her, what's your name?” The woman asks, kneeling down as she smiles gently. Arche crawls further back, whimpering. 

“...Ar-Arche. He/him. Wh-Why’d you kill them...?” Georgia pauses, and sighs. She glances away, biting her lip. 

She's pretty, he's got to admit. Blonde hair that reaches her navel, a mole under her eye, green eyes that seem far too kind for a war. She's going to die young. 

The other adult interrupts. “That's just how life is right now, kid. You kill or be killed—” Georgia slaps him, and the two bicker for a few moments before Georgia sighs. 

“That’s Wyatt, my husband. He's...a bit blunt, isn't he?” Georgia snorts. Arche slowly crawls out after a ton of coaxing, and can finally fully look at Wyatt. 

He's got brown, curly hair that's rather long, in a ponytail. He's got brown eyes and tan skin, and a permanent glare on his face. He's got a huge scar over his nose. 

But, he notices something. No, someone. YOU. You're just a kid, maybe a year older or two, hiding behind Wyatt, glancing at him quietly. 

Wyatt glances between Arche and you, before Georgia pulls him away, as they go and talk in a corner, whisper yelling at each other

You're curious but cautious, glancing at him, or well, glaring. You look so pretty, even as a kid. 

The two sit in silence while the adults yell at each other, as it gets more intense. Arche frowns, and goes to cover his ears. 

But then, you pull him to your chest, covering his ears. He freezes, and you look away from the scene and him. 

“I’m sorry about them. They're stressed.” You murmur, and hours pass before the yelling stops. 

The two walk over, and Georgia smiles at the sight of the two of them huddled together, asleep. Wyatt snorts, picking up Arche, and Georgia picks up you. 

The two walk out, going to their hide out. Arche’s not asleep. He rarely is. 

Years pass and memories are made. Days where the good and bad happen.

Georgia dies first. Arche can remember your screams, and Wyatt and him having to pull you away. 

Wyatt died a few months later, leaving fourteen, almost fifteen, year old Arche and sixteen year old you alone. You quickly became a good caretaker for him, making sure he never got harmed. 

The day of your eighteenth birthday he confessed, and although at first nervous, you agreed. The years passed and days got better, brighter because he was around. 

Arche was stupid. He thought he had more time. Maybe this was the one. He ignored every warning, despite it having been twenty-six years. 

Foolish. A fool in Love is what Arche is. He defies Gods for you every day, and yet you can't even stay alive for him. 

It's the day of his 33rd birthday. He doesn't think anything of it. Nothings wrong, you're smiling and happy. Thats all he cares about. 

Then the fires start, he tries to get you out, go somewhere else. By the time the bomb drops, he realizes he's messed up once more. 

You're dying. In his arms once more. Arche curses every God he can think of, sobbing into your chest as your burned fingers glide through his hair. 

“'m sorry, 'm sorry- It's all my fault. I should've realized.” Arche sobs into your chest, the soft smile he so desperately wishes wasn't on your dying face directed at him. 

He feels the flames burn his human vessel as he protects your body with his own, and he screams from the pain. 

You're tears are like acid against his skin, he loves seeing you smile. But not like this. Then you mutter something against his skin that makes him freeze. 

“Do...Do you think we're together in every life, my moth?” The words are quiet, barely a whisper amongst the flames. And he can't help but nod. 

You ask this every time you die. Every time he can't help but remember every death before this. And think of every one after it, too.

“Of course we are, firefly. Till Death do us part like she always shall, and we find each other in the next life. I'll always be drawn to your light, like a moth to a flame.” Arche can feel you smile against his skin, as the flames finally take both of your lives. 

When he comes to, arms unwrapped around the Universe, he makes a promise. 

“I'll find a life we both shall live peacefully, Firefly. No matter what it takes. No matter who's blood I shall spill.” Arche promises, floating away to the next Universe as another death is stored in his memory. 

—

“And that's the story of Arche and his Firefly.”  The historian, named after the “story”of Arche finishes, smiling while holding his lovers hand at the children surrounding the two. 

One of them raised their hand, and he nods as a response. “Are you named after the story, Mr. Arche?” The child asks with wonder in their eyes. 

Arche chuckles, nodding along. “I am. Me and my very own Firefly will always be together. No matter what the Gods have to say, or Universe.” Arche brings a finger to their lip, winking at the child. 

The children laugh, and move on to the next exhibit. You raise a brow, glancing over at Arche. “Really? You shouldn't be saying that, what if someone finds out, my moth?” You cross your arms over your chest, smiling gently at the exhibit of your history together. 

“Firefly, they're children. I could show my true form and they'd think it was a Dream when they grow up.” Arche waves a hand in dismissal, smirking at you. You roll your eyes, and the two of you turn to your true forms as you leave. 

“Alright, ready for the next one, Firefly? Where should we go, hmm?” Arche pulls you into the painting, and you find yourselves in the galaxy. 

“Oh, I do love the one where you're the prince and I'm the jester, moth.” You smile, and he nods. 

Now that you're his, no world or realm, God or man can take the two of you apart. ♥︎

[minhosimthings]

Someone Older, Just a Little Bit Colder.

Summary: Yoon Y/N and Lee Minho. Perfect enemies. But when some guns and roses get mixed up with both of them, I wonder what the fates have weaved for their story.

Pairings: Fem!reader × Minho, classic Enemies to Lovers. Includes rest of Skz and other groups

Warnings: lots of violence, blood, murder, guns, swearing, mention of food, mention of dead bodies. There is a lot of violence so please do not interact if you are sensitive to these things.

A/N - I finished this finally. This took a lot of time and it is probably my longest work till date. I took inspiration from an edit I saw on Instagram. So here you go! Please enjoy this and feel free to give me feedback. I don't like some parts of the fic that much tho. Cause I was very lazy when I wrote them.

Song rec:

1: I need someone older

"No, no, no" Mournful voices were surrounding your frame. "No this can't be happening. Please Y/N!" Tears, not yours, dripped onto your skin as something red mixed with it to create a pretty little cocktail. "Fuck princess wake up! Fuck no....."

"Y/N! Come down quick! You've gotta get to school!" Another day of school. How mechanical was your life. In your final year of high school, you'd have thought that your life would have sugar, spice and everything nice. But instead, you got stuck with a robotic schedule, which consisted of waking up, going to school, coming back, food time, homework, checking to see if any colleges had sent you mails and then going back to sleep. But you couldn't really complain, because you were in Jeju Island. Literally everyone here had the same robotic schedule. Well maybe except for the richest people here. Your family was what was known as the middle classes. You lived comfortably, but not too plushily and your mom and dad both had jobs. Your elder sister Jinhee and you basically raised each other and now, with Jinhee, already graduated and married (since she was seven years older than you), you were left all alone in your turquoise room, with white borders and black finishes. It wasn't the fact that you weren't happy or anything. But, as a child of the Cosmos and as a ruler of the skies and tides, you wanted to feel that feeling that people had when they would roll around in the grass, or buy flowers from a sweet old lady, or wear ridiculous nail polish with someone, keeping the stories of the stars to yourself, whenever someone asks 'what did you do last night?'. But wasn't that why fairytales existed? To tell you that getting all those things was nothing but a mere dream? A dream which you hoped would come true? Which you hoped that the universe would understand your heart's desire and grant it to you?

"Be safe alright? Got your pepper spray?" "Yes ma don't worry. Im always safe aren't I?" Your mother kissed your forehead gently before letting to walk off to school, pepper spray in hand, knife hidden up the sleeve of your blue school sweater. The road from your house to your school was one of the safest ones. It was a suburban area, with families like yours lining up the street. You had no problem walking by yourself, and casually greeting the wakening families, with their toddlers and teenagers. You felt safe here and in the rare times there was some danger, you knew you could kick their asses (flashback to that one time you thought your dad was a stranger and accidentally kicked him hard in the shin. He still doesn't forgive you for that)

"Miss Yoon. Are you walking alone your highness?" That voice. That voice was perhaps the bane of your existence (not the object of all your desires. Sue me for using Bridgerton right now). A smooth black car pulled up next to you as you were just a metre away from the school. The windows were rolled down to reveal a young boy, your age with fluffy plum brown hair, cat like eyes, a sharp nose and a smirk on his stupid face. Lee Minho. Also known as the worst person you knew. And no this wasn't an enemies to lovers scenario. It usually is but this? Yeah absolutely not. Lee Minho had been your childhood neighbour since he was six. He lived with his grandparents since he was six, with his parents being in one of the richest families of South Korea and working in Seoul. He also went to your school, which was weird considering he was basically a billionaire and still chose to go to the 'middle class' school along with his his seven friends, who coincidentally were also from the seven richest families of South Korea.

"Oh no Minho. I wasn't walking alone. I have an invisible friend that you can't see from behind those stupidly pretty eyes of yours." You threw him a glare as his smirked just increased in size. "You think my eyes are pretty?" "Oh for fucks sake. What do you want?" "Language, princess." Minho chuckled and unlocked the passenger seat door. "Get in." You let out a chuckle and said "With you? Oh no thank you. I would rather go to Hell and dance with the devil." "Oh come on princess." Minho's face only widened even more to form the face of the devil himself. "You know people who die to even touch my car. You're lucky I'm offering you to ride in it." You rolled your eyes at him. So fucking cocky for no reason. You decided that you couldn't take it anymore and just started walking with a small 'I'll see you at school Minho goodbye now.'. Minho seemed to have taken the sign as he locked his doors, rolled the windows down and sped away to school.

Finally some peace. You breathed in the September air as you watched the Magpies fly around with their mates. You always loved Magpies, courtesy to your dad always encouraging you to birdwatch whenever you were free, with the pink binoculars you had. And today, in the serene September air, it felt good, watching two birds in love fluttering around, probably having a conversation about who knows what. There was that odd feeling in your chest again, that feeling which you pretended wasn't loneliness. People never understood the difference between alone and lonely. Yes you can be alone and you can enjoy it to your fullest. Some of your friends loved to be alone, eating chocolate, reading a nice book, sitting by the rain, all of those aesthetic things those Pinterest people do. You always craved to be like that too, but you never could. And you still had to learn to accept the fact that being basic wasn't a bad thing.

"Babe your foundation isn't blended properly come here. Hasn't Mama Huh taught you anything?" Your best friend Yunjin greeted you at the stairs of your school, with her bright unicorn bag and her perfect makeup as usual. "Sorry sweetheart. I really can't focus today." Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look as she blended the foundation on your neck with her hands carefully. "Is it Lee again? I swear to God one of these days I'm gonna go and tell him that you like him and then he'll confess to you and then this can be an enemies to lovers novel where I'm the sassy, amazing best friend who saves the day." You laughed at Yunjin's rambling. "And I thought Chaer was more delusional than you." "Do I hear my name?" A pretty girl with long black hair and perhaps the greatest jawline in the world came up behind you. Lee Chaeryoung, cousin of Minho and your second best friend, also your prettiest friend (sue me she's my wif- I mean my bias) "Hey Chaer. By the way have you guys completed Mr Hong's assignment?" Yunjin groaned at your words as she pulled out a red copy from her bag and opened it to reveal her messy handwriting. "I stayed up to finish this shit. Why do we need to analyse what a curtain means in Shakespearean language? Like I don't know. It could mean the heroine wants to be at an orgy for all I know." Chaer hit Yunjin's arm as you laughed at went inside the school to go to your English class along with Yunjin. Chaeryoung stalked off in the other direction, to her biology class, as you entered the class, where Mr.Hong wasn't present yet. You always dreaded English period, not because you weren't good in the subject, but because of the seating arrangement. Yunjin would always sit at the back of the class while you were stuck in the front with Minho. You internally groaned as you walked up to your seat, where Minho and Chan were talking to each other. Chan was a good friend of yours since your mom was the head of the Jeju Island branch of his dad's buisness. Curly haired, eyes filled with stars and the most gentle behaviour ever, he came straight out of a goddamn book. You always wondered how he became friends with Minho, considering both of them were as different as chalk and cheese. But then again, they has been brought up together, by their grandparents while their parents would stay in Seoul to run buisness.

"Hey Chan. Did you get those physics notes done yesterday?" Chan greeted at you with than omnipresent smile on his face as he nodded fervently like a puppy. "Yeah I got them done! It was really hard though. I really hope Mrs.Choi is absent today. So she can't call me out on my 'mistakes'." You smiled fondly at Chan as he took his seat on your other side, while Minho toyed with a blue hairband. Your hairband. "Minho where did you get that?" He turned to look at you and gave you that smug smirk again. "Why princess? Is it yours?" You scowled as you reached forward and grabbed the hairband out of his hands and stuffed it into your bag. "Yes it is mine! I think you'd know that considering I have been looking for this ever since the playground incident from when we were seven! Oh but I think you wouldn't remember that would you? Considering you're an ajhussi." It was Minho's time to scowl now and he scrunched up his nose like an angry bunny and stuck his tongue out at you, all while mumbling "I'm only two months older you know.", As Mr.Hong entered the classrooms in his pinstriped shirt and began asking for the assignments.

The rest of the day went as normal. You went to all of your classes, had a gossip-filled lunch with Chaeryoung, Yunjin, Miyeon, Sunoo and Jake, accidentally spilt water over Sunghoon from Chemistry, and got top grades in biology as usual.

Gosh September was good. September was lovely. People don't really get why September was so comforting to you. And to be frank, you didn't get it either. But there was this aura that September had that you couldn't shake. It wasn't just all pumpkin spice lattes or orange scarfs. It was..... Something else. Something you couldn't describe. You know that feeling when you bite into an ice cream cone? It crumbles all over you, but you love that feeling, that crunch combined with the sweet ice cream inside. That's what September was.

The bell rang loudly as school got over and you went over to the the basketball court. Being captain of the girls team, you always needed to stay back after school in order to train your team. "Unnie come quick would ya!" Chaewon, the team's greatest shooter called out to you. "Im not that late today Chaewon. That's a record for me!" Chaewon rolled her eyes as she adjusted her shorts. "Y/N are we gonna discuss some tactics for next week's game then? Cause I drew a lot of shit last night and I don't want it to go to waste." Wonyoung, the team's co-captain was nudging some papers into your hands. You gave her a quick smile as you looked over all the loopy drawings she did. "Oh and girls! Please remember to get your registration documents tomorrow! I really don't want to submit them late to Coach Kim." All your teammates nodded at your words and went on to the court, where to your dismay, Minho and his team were also practicing. You were annoyed. You had booked the court for today and has specifically checked with both of your coaches and yet again, your mortal enemy was playing with his team on what was meant to be your court. "Yah Minho! Get off the fucking court. We have it booked for today!" You gave him the biggest glare that you could muster, while he simply strode up to you, ball in hand, and that stupid smile on his face. "Aww princess. You booked the court for today? Well sad because I booked it earlier. I have a signed consent form from Coach Kim too. So either you can get off the court or we can have a practice game together." You felt like blowing up the earth below his feet right now but you couldn't do anything when he showed you the piece of paper on which Coach Kim had signed specifying that the boy's team could play today. "Fine then. But a practice game? Together? Boys versus girls?" Minho simply nodded at your words as you looked back at your girl standing behind you who were currently looking like they wanted to go to war. Seeing their determination, you extended a hand forward to Minho and in a assertive tone, said, "You're on then Lee. I wanna watch your pretty little face when you lose really badly. So what's the prize then?" You regretted asking that question when you saw Minho's face turning into that evil little smirk again. His team was assembled behind him and now you were a bit scared, considering that your tallest player was the size of their shortest one. "How about........ loser has to take the winner to that nice ice cream place that just opened down the street? And it'll only be us two. You know, captain to captain." Hearing that both your team and Minho's team broke out in high pitched 'ooohs' (yes even the Bois) as if you were doing something scandalous. You had no choice but to accept so you extended you hand again as Minho gripped it with his veiny hands and shook it firmly.

Chan and Chaeryoung were sitting by the stands since neither of them played and you smiled gently at them talking and giggling so fondly. The game started with one of the assistant coaches, Jungwon, refereeing. You were more determined now than you were at last month's regional games. You had to beat Minho and he had to take you to that stupid ice cream place. "Scared princess?" Minho asked as you assembled on the half line. You didn't say anything but threw him a smirk, hoping that it would catch him off guard. "Alright, ready set. Rumble!" Jungwon blew the whistle and threw the ball up in the air as you reached forward and managed to slap it onto your side of the court, where Wonyoung caught it and swiftly passed it on to Chaewon, who was standing by the hoops. You heard Minho scolding Jeongin, who was defending Chaewon, for not blocking her properly as you high fived Wonyoung for the quick pass.The rest of the game pretty much went the same way as you kept using witty tactics while Minho kept using speed and strength, which you knew was his greatest weakness. From time to time, his shirt would fly up ever so slightly and you would get distracted for a split second by his abs (which you scolded yourself for).

"Guys can you stop now please? It's 7:30. I'm going home now and you guys should too before they shut the school gate." Jungwon finally ended the game as you looked over at the scoreboard. You had won! You hugged Chaewon tightly before striding up to a very sweaty Minho who, not even in the slightest, looked defeated. "So, Mr Lee. You owe me ice cream now." He gave you a small smile, which made your heart leap, and said "Of course your Highness. Do you wanna get changed and then we can go? Or would you like to come being all sweaty?" You scowled at him and stuck your tongue out as you made your way to the changing rooms as he shouted behind you, "Meet me at the gate!" You quickly took a shower and changed into the tshirt and yoga pants you usually brought with you to change into after a sweaty game.

"Yah are you going to take me in your dumb car?" You questioned Minho as he pulled up by the gate. Chan had taken Chaeryoung home today so you didn't have anyone to walk you home, which was a plus point (for Minho). "Yes princess. Since the ice cream place is not at a walkable distance, atleast for my feet, we are going in my dumb car. And you don't wana walk home this late Y/N. It's dangerous you know? So get the fuck in and let's go. I'm hungry." You begrudgingly got in the car, silently admiring the sleep leather seats as Minho started the engine and turned the car. "Oh and Chan hyung already informed your mom and dad. They're not gonna come home tonight cause they're busy or something so I'll drive you back if you want." You snapped your head from the flying butterfly outside the window to Minho's concentrated face as you shyly mumbled a 'thank you'.

The drive to the ice cream was long and silent. You simply stated out the window while Minho stared forward, trying not to look at the way the rays of the setting sun fell on your skin or how your hair fell in that particular way that just felt good. Do the boys usually confess first? He didn't know. No he hated you. This is absolutely not fucking happening right now. You were Yoon Y/N, captain if the girls basketball team, annoying neighbour, beautiful mortal enemy. No not beautiful. Get out of it Minho!

"Uh is this the place? Looks cute." Minho's car pulled up near a tiny cafe like building called 'Jureimi's parlor', lit up in bright pink signs. "Oh yeah. I'll just park and we can go." You got out of the car as Minho parked nearby and got out too. "Is that boba flavoured ice cream?" You pointed at a brown coloured ice cream in ghe booth. The lady at the counter smiled at you as she nodded and gave you little sample cup. You offered a bit to Minho, who shook his head and went to find a table. "Get what you want. I'll pay." You rolled your eyes at him. He had to pay anyway for losing the game so badly.

You tasted the ice cream, which tasted like heaven and decided that you wanted this. "Can I get this in a cone please? Two scoops." The lady nodded and told her co worker your order, who went to the back to make it. You noticed some pudding cups on the shelf behind the lady. "Are those puddings?" "Oh yes. They're a new addition really. It's a favourite among all the grandmas here." You pointed at the vanilla one and asked the lady to give you that one, while you handed her the money and she handed you your ice cream and the pudding cup. You strode over to Minho, who was sitting with his legs wide open at the little round table in the corner of the store. "Is that for me?" He pointed at the pudding. "No dumbass it's for the Magpies." He gave you a sarcastic smile and grabbed the pudding cup from your hands. "I only got it for you cause this boba ice cream is expensive. So stop smirking at me." He looked up at you with those cat like eyes and slightly pouted, but remained quiet as both of you savoured on the sweet, sticky food.

"Dude how slow do you eat?" You watched Minho as he has halfway through his pudding, while you had already finished your ice cream. "Just slow enough to annoy you baby." You frowned at his words. "Do not call me that ever again. It's makes me wanna vomit." You made a gagging motion as Minho just simply chuckled. "Fine then. While I finish this amazing pudding, how about we play truth or dare hm? Because our impatient princess can't wait for five seconds without doing anything." You thought for a while before finally saying yes. "Alrightly then." Minho smiled at you. "Y/N. Truth or dare?" You picked truth, which seemed like the only viable option, considering the fact that you were in a shop, and Minho said, "How's your brother?"

Your heart dropped as you heard that sentence. How did he know about that? The blue shade of the shop spun around you as you tried to focus on anything else other than what just came out of Minho's mouth. Silence. Yes silence would work. Just give him a glare and it'll be over. "Oh come on princess. We all know what happened to your brother. I just wanna hear it from you personally." Your blood turned cold as your mind kept feeding you memories of that night. That faithful night. That peace filled night. That night when the Magpies stopped singing and September ran cold once more.

"Fuck you Lee Minho." Saying that, you picked up your bag and got up, slamming the chair to the ground, behind you. The lady at the counter looked up to see you walking about the door, pushing it agressively. "No Y/N wait!" Minho knew he had fucked up now. He had never meant to hurt you like this. He had learnt from Yunjin that you were already over your brother's incident. This was just supposed to be normal mortal enemy banter. How do you still remember? He quickly pulled out some cash and slammed it on the counter to the very shocked lady as he ran out after you. You wouldn't have gotten far. After all, you had to pass the school to get to your house. Minho quickly got in his car and started the engine with a blast. You had also left your headband in the carseat. So, that was another excuse for him to chase after you. He wasn't going to lose you again. Not now. Not when he was so close.

The street was dark and cold, lit up faintly by the wavering streetlights. This wasn't September anymore. You could feel December taking all the love out of September. And as you walked upon the concrete, you could feel the Magpies talking about you. You could feel the crescent moon feeling nothing but pity for you. You could feel all the plants with their bugs, looking at you and saying, "Yoon Y/N. You fucked up again just like you always do." You shouldn't have let your anger take control. But then again, when we deal with anger so long, she never tells us that her actual name is grief. Your brother was supposed to be a closed chapter of your life, but like a faded page of an Agatha Christie novel, he lingered on in your brain. All your family had far moved on, but you loved your twin brother, older than you by 8 minutes, too much to let him go from the dusty cabinets of your brain. You tried to forget his screams on that day and that cold, hard cackling but you couldn't. You were right there. Right in front of all the destruction, when your heart broke into a million pieces. Yet how could you forget such a memory?

"Y/N!" Minho was rolling up with this car next to you as you reached your house. The magenta coloured door was locked, your parents were still out on work. "Minho just fucking leave me alone. And I mean it this time. Don't even fucking talk to me." "Yn would you listen to me? Don't go inside the house!" What was this maniac saying? You stared at his figure getting out of the car and swiftly moving across over the lawn to your figure standing at the front door. "please just don't go inside the house." You noticed some figures behind him and you realised that Chan and his friends Jisung and Changbin were also there. "Minho what the fuck are you doing?" Minho looked at with what you thought looked like an expression of pity. "Just please don't go inside the house."

No you weren't going to listen to him. Absolutely fucking not. The last time you listened to him, you ended up in a mud covered ditch. Not today. "Fuck you and fuck your fucking existence Minho! I'm not listening to one word that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours." Before Minho could stop you and before Chan called out your name, you opened the door with gusto, only to be met, not with the familiar scent of Eau de Perfume but with the stench of iron. Your world came crashing down again. Your parents. Lying dead. On the floor. Of your house. Covered in blood. You were frozen. You couldn't move. A sense of familiarity came over you. You knew this feeling. This feeling of feeling like a thousand icicles had pierced your veins. All that came to your mind was him. No this can't be September. September was his birthday! It can't be this bad. No please don't let September be bad. "Y/N. Princess are you alright?" "Min- Minho. They're- they're not. No." The tears weren't coming. This wasn't sadness this was shock. "Chan hyung can you get her out of here? Jisung call the police. Now. Y/N. Y/N what are you doing!" You had strode up to your parents' bodies. Your mom was covered in more blood than your dad. Your dad looked like he was peacefully sleeping. Your mum's head seemed bashed in. Oh god the smell of blood. That night. All that remained was that night. You were too immersed in looking at your parents, that you didn't notice the creeping black figure in front of you. "So you're their daughter are you?" That husky voice was the last thing you heard before a gun shot, Minho's voice and the thud of your body. There was something warm on your stomach. And gooey. And red. This felt nice, you thought. Dying felt nice. If only he felt like this before....

Chan and Changbin slammed the man who had stabbed you onto the wall, destroying some photo frames in the process. Jisung turned on all the lights and went over to the two other men to get a look at the stranger. Minho, on the other hand, had rushed to your side, picking you up in his arms, towel pressuring the wound on your stomach.

"No, no, no" Mournful voices were surrounding your frame. "No this can't be happening. Please Y/N!" Tears, not yours, dripped onto your skin as something red mixed with it to create a pretty little cocktail. "Fuck princess wake up! Fuck no....."

2: Just a little bit colder

"Well well well, Mrs Yoon. How are the children?" Your mother cowered in fear as your elder sister and your dad were tied up next to the fridge in the kitchen. Your twin brother and you were in the clutches of some buff looking men. Eleven years. That's all you were. Eleven fucking years. "Mr. Wang I promise I won't leak the papers. I swear on my children. Please do not harm us." Mr. Wang or whoever he was striding up and down the carpeted room, white papers in his scarred hand. "It's ok Y/Nnie. I'm right here. It's just another November. September will come soon won't it?" Your brother, Doowon tightly held your hand and calmed you down, as your tears threatened to escape from their prison. "Mr. Wang. Please I beg you. Please do not harm me. You have the papers. What more do you want?" Mr Wang smiled at your mother. A cold smile. Shivering and undaunted. "Oh my dear Danbi. I have the papers of course, but you know how I do my work. I do not like bitches who butt their heads into everything. So I want your children to see how their mother is a little bitch." Mr Wang pulled your mother's hair as she screamed and cried out. "Hey don't do that to my mom!" Your borther screamed out as you but the hand if the man who was holding you. Both of you escaped from the clutches of the two men as Mr Wang looked on, slightly amused. "Or what little boy? You gonna beat me up?" Your brother stood his ground, not even daring to break eye contact. "Doowon get back please!" Your mum pleaded with Doowon, but he wouldn't listen. He stepped forward to Mr Wang and stepped painfully on his smooth black shoes. Mr Wang let out a cold laugh as he grabbed your brother by the neck of his shirt. "Grab the little girl too. Let her see how her twin meets with death." A man grabbed you from behind as your family pleaded and you thrashed around, trying to escape. "Let me go!" You screamed as the man took you upstairs while Mr Wang followed with your brother. You reached your bedroom door, which you shared with Doowon and Mr Wang slammed it opened pushing you and your brother inside. "Open that window, Brian." He spat at the man who grabbed you, while you and Doowon stood still. "Now boy. Come here. Come. Here. Now. Unless you want your sister harmed." Doowon looked at you and squeezed your hand before going ever to Mr Wang. And that was the last touch of your brother you had, before Mr. Wang pushed him out of the window on to the green grass below. Your screams had filled the neighborhood, scared the Magpies and threatened September to never come again. September's child,you told yourself. That's all he was. September's child, at the mercy of October.

"She'll be alright Minho. Just give her a few hours. She'll wake up." You were lying on an oak bed with grand purple bedsheets. You had a white sheet wrapped around your waist and your stomach, which stopped blood from coming out of your stab wound. Minho had taken you to his mansion outside of town, where all the sons of the mafias of Korea would hang out. Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Minho's brother Lee Felix Yongbok, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin and Lee Minho. Stray kids, they called themselves. Basically abandoned by their workaholic parents and brought up by relatives. "Hyung she'll be fine don't worry. Seungmin's aunt is the best surgeon in the country. She stitched Y/N up all fine." Changbin put an arm on Minho's shivering shoulder. Chan and Jisung were also there in the room, trying to comfort Minho and convince him that you would be fine. "What if she's not ok hyung? What do I tell her when she wakes up? Ho-how do I explain to her how I knew that her parents' bodies would be lying in her floor before she even got home? How do I fucking explain that?" Minho looked up at Chan with teary eyes. Chan was worried. Minho hadn't eaten or drunk water for the whole day, ever since you came out of that four hour long surgery. Never before had he seen Minho's cold face so filled with emotion. "Minho listen to me. You can explain everything to her once she wakes up. I called her sister and she'll be coming over in three days from Busan. Now please. You've got to eat something or drink water atleast. I promise you, Y/N will understand if you speak to her properly. Now come on, let's get some breakfast. It's 8 am in the morning. The boys would have woken up by now." Minho listened silently to Chan's words and simply nodded. Words weren't coming out anymore as he slowly got up from his chair and let go of your hand. Taking one last look at you, the boys left the room, all the while commanding two bodyguards to stand outside the door, making sure no one else can even come near you.

"Y/Nnie! Look what I can do!" "That wasn't a proper cartwheel Doowon, it doesn't count!" "Atleast I can do a cartwheel." "Yah don't stick your tongue out at me! Jinhee unnie! Doowon's making fun of me!"

'Do you remember? Twenty first night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders.' "Happy birthday Doowon! I got a CD of your favourite song!" "Thanks Y/Nnie. Let's listen to this song on my birthday every year!"

Purple sheets? This was not your bed. Your bed had dinosaur sheets and made a rickety noise every time you moved. You noticed the white tape wrapped carefully around your waist and dared not touch it. You tried to remember what day it was and where you were as you slowly moved and leaned comfortably against the bed frame, groaning slightly as your stomach was hurting. Gosh what day was it? Was it still September? Or did October come to take you away again?

Lost in your thoughts, you looked around the room, trying to figure out whether you were still in Jeju Island or not. You noticed a drawer close to the bed. Curious, you opened the drawer, to find your phone, a bracelet and a picture of a you and Minho in your jerseys. That bracelet. It was the one which your brother had made for you. Which you hadn't seen ever since that day. And the picture was the one which was taken when you and Minho were elected captains of your basketball teams. You grabbed your phone hurriedly as you realised that this had to be Minho's house. You had to get out. Now. Your memory was coming back to you and you remembered the events that had unfolded the night before. Blood. The smell of iron. The blade of a knife. The tears of a plum brown haired boy.

You threw the sheets off of yourself and made to get up. Stupid decision, you told yourself as the moment your feet hit the floor, you fell down witha loud thud. "OUCH!" you cried out loudly, hoping that this was a soundproof house. Probably not, because five seconds later, you heard footsteps coming down to your door. The oak door swung open with a loud crash to reveal a panic stricken Minho, who had dark circles under his eyes, a worried looking Chan, who was clutching a half finished piece of toast and a very confused Seungmin, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "I knew I shouldn't have left your clumsy ass alone." Minho grumbled as he made his way to you and gently lifted you up, taking care not to touch your injury. You should have probably thrashed around, but for the sake of not accidentally injuring yourself even more, you resisted, as Minho put you back on the head and flicked your forehead painfully. "Yah!" You exclaimed rubbing your forehead. "Ok first of all, where the fuck am I? Second of all, what the fuck am I doing here? Third of all, I know my parents are dead now, so what I am going to do?" You directed the last question at Chan, who scratched his hair and glanced at Seungmin, who was looking at you as if you were his hero. "You know noona, you can come stay with me if you don't wanna stay in Minho's hyung's house." Minho glared at Seungmin as Chan took him by the arm and forced him out of the room, before saying "Minho explain everything. And no I will not help you stop pouting." He slammed the door, leaving Minho and you all alone. All alone in this wood carved room. All alone to face September together. "Alright" Minho took in a deep breath. "Im going to explain everything to you princess. But you will not fucking interrupt me, got it?" You opened your mouth to fire something back at him, but you decided against it in the last moment and quietly nodded. "Alright here goes. First of all I am really sorry for bringing up your brother. I know it was an asshole move and I thought you'd have forgotten about it. Clearly you didn't so I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Second of all, yes your parents are dead. Im sorry Y/N but they are. We informed your sister, she'll come in a few days from Busan. And the reason I knew that your parents were dead and tried to stop you was because my cousin killed your parents." Pause button. Wait what?

"Minho what are you talking about? If this is some kind of joke I will seriously kill myself right here and right now." Minho looked at you with an expression of pure sympathy. "It's not a joke Y/N. You know your mom is the head of the Jeju Island branch of Chan's parents' buisness right? Well all our businesses are connected. And one day when you were a child, your mother had found some papers which proved that my family was in illegal work. My family was ready to forgive her but my cousin, Jackson, wasn't. All those papers were related to his dealings and he wasn't happy that a mere woman had found out about it. So one day, without my parent's knowledge, he found out about your family and well. I think you know the rest don't you?" Too many things. Too many things for your brain to process as it went back to that night. Mr Wang. Jackson Wang. Pretty name, you thought, as you tried to bring his face back to your memory. Scarred. That's all you remembered. Scarred face, scarred mouth, scarred hands grabbing your brother by the cuffs on his shirt. "Chan had found out first. You know him having contacts and all. And when he told me about it, there was this thing inside of me that told me that your parents were probably already dead. I know my cousin pretty well. And he isn't one for patience." "But what did my mom do now?" Minho sighed at your question. "She, she found out some more information about Jackson and she decided to step up. But we all know what happens to heroes don't we?" Your breathing had gotten more steady now and your hands had stopped shaking. Sadness wasn't arriving for you. Not yet. Was it September? Or was it because you never actually knew your mother and father? Because thinking about it, you actually never did.

"Y/N I think it's time to tell you what my parents actually do. What all the boy's parents actually do. We run an underground syndicate over the whole of South Korea. We own every piece of land in Korea. We have information about every person existing in this country. And I want to tell you that your mom was actually one of the most important people for our 'buisness'. She wasn't just some head of the Jeju Island branch. She was a personal spy for my father and mother, put here along with your dad, to spy against, uh, some people." Your head hurt even more with all the information that Minho was unloading on you. You held your head in your hands and massaged your temples gently. Minho looked slightly worried at this and nervously asked, "You ok princess? Want some breakfast?" Oh gosh his lips. "Or a doctor? You know what I'll get a doctor. Chan hyung will say no-" Those lips looked so kissable" "- but what if you don't feel well later on a faint and then you become even more sick-" Don't kiss him Y/N don't you dare. "-and then I'll have to marry you and take care of you foreve-"

Yep you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. "I wanna kiss you." You blurted out, instantly cringing and regretting your words and Minho turned his head towards you, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in surprise. "This is adream right? Oh shit I had too much coffee." You were surprised at his words. Wait did he dream of this in a regular basis or what? Or were in you in a coma and this was all in your head? You slightly moved in the bed and as your stomach slightly hurt, you thought, yes definetly not a coma. "Or you could just get me some breakfast? Im hungry and in pain right now." "O-oh yeah I'll just tell t-the guys to get you some. K cool bye Y/N! See you later definetly don't wanna kiss you haha bye!" You were in a state of euphoria as Minho left the room, a blushing mess. Did you just make the Lee Minho blush and stutter? Oh you could jump in joy right now. Well if you could jump. Was this wrong, you thought. Not feeling sad even though your parents had just died? Or were you too familiar with sadness, that meeting her wasn't a big deal anymore?

The door opened again after fifteen minutes to reveal a blonde- haired boy with the most prettiest eyes you've ever seen, carrying a breakfast tray, followed by a taller long haired boy, who looked like he came straight out of those anime comics you read. "Hey noona! Here's some breakfast! Are you feeling better now?" The blonde haired boy, who had a very deep voice, said in a cheery tone. You considered asking him if he was a pixie or an angel because God did he emit that vibe. That positive vibe that just made you wanna pick some flowers and braid them in someone's hair. "Oh hello there. Um thank you for the food. Im sorry if it was of any inconvenience to you." This time, the long haired boy responded instead, saying "Oh no Noona it's fine. Minho hyung would kill us, well specifically me, if, according to his words 'you felt any discomfort', so please eat up. Im Hyunjin by the way and this is Felix." "Im Y/N. Yoon Y/N. But I'm guessing you already knew that?"

"Well of course we know about you. Minho hyung doesn't stop talking to me about you." Jisung had just appeared at the door, dressed in a leather jacket with leather pants, making him look like a biker. "He literally talked to me about your favourite ice cream flavour for five house noona I'm not joking. So please would you tell him you like or something so that I can get out of this hellhole of listening to him?" You were slightly taken aback by Jisung's words and as he plopped and deflated onto the purple couch, you looked at him with a curious expression, "Oh I'm Jisung by the way. Minho's amazingly talented best friend." You heard Hyunjin mutter something along the lines of 'he forgot to add annoying'. "Um I have a lot questions that Minho didn't properly answer. May I ask them,if you don't mind?" You directed this question at Felix, who looked ecstatic at the thought of answering questions, as Hyunjin pulled up two chairs. "Yeah of course Noona! My brother is really vague so please forgive him for that." You smiled at Felix's words about Minho. "Ok first of all where are we right now?" "We're in the outskirts of Jeju Island. This is Minho's hyung's mansion. Well technically our mansion, but my parents are the ones who own it. It's really old and no one cares about it. So we carry out our, er, operations here." Seeing Felix say all that was like seeing a chick with a knife. "So do all of you have like different jobs here? Like in the books and movies?" Hyunjin chuckled at that. "Minho hyung told us you liked suspense literature. Well to answer your question, yes we do have different jobs here. Chan hyung is kind of like our leader. He basically gives all the contacts and manages our profile and connections. You know all the administration shit. Changbin hyung and this idiot over here-" He gestured towards Jisung who gasped dramatically, "-they are our muscle and also so the money work. Lix over here does all the hacking work since his parents trained him and also since he's obsessed with gaming." Felix turned red at that, "Seungmin and Jeongin are our snipers. They are really young but I mean none of us really had an actual childhood. I run the interrogation work. And Minho hyung basically does everything. He doesn't really have a designated position." The way Hyunjin said all of that in the most casual tone weirded you out. He talked as if he was talking about morning coffee, as if it completely normal and nothing suspicious. You smiled awkwardly at Hyunjin who simply stared out the window at the sunlight. "Are all of you so gorgeous over here?" You blurted out, to which Jisung choked on his own saliva, Felix blushed pink and Hyunjin blinked multiple times. "I mean unless you count Jisung out, then yeah all of us are really pretty." You laughed at Hyunjin's statement to which Jisung looked like a furious squirrel.

"Yah Yongbok, Hyunjin are you coming down?" You heard Minho shout from below. "Oh gotta go. Anyways it was nice talking to you noona! I think Minho hyung called the doctor to come in the evening, so you should probably rest up until then. Oh and-" Felix paused for a moment and pulled out a sketchpad from nowhere. "Don't tell Minho I have you this. He told me you like to draw so I sneaked this in here." With that, all of them left you in the room, with a sketchpad, your phone and September's tunes.

You wiled away the hours by drawing the room around you. You tried to draw Hyunjin, Felix, Jisung and Chan too. The house was quiet apart from the voices of whom you assumed was Jeongin and Seungmin talking very loudly. But something was distracting you. That bracelet. The bracelet lying on the bedside drawer. You knew that bracelet very well. It was the bracelet which Doowon had made for you when you were eight or so. And you hadn't ever seen it ever since that night. So what was it doing here? Minho had told you that his cousin and his family don't talk at all, so how was this bracelet here? Was Minho lying? No he wouldn't do that. Yes mortal enemy things but you didn't think this man would be crazy enough to kill. You picked up the bracelet and twirled it in your hands. It was pretty, with gold lining the thing.

You noticed something on one of the biggest pink beads of the bracelet. The bead was... Open? It had a line tracing it as if it was a Pokemon ball, ready to split at any moment to reveal your Pokemon. Curious, you dig your nails into it to open it up. After a few minutes of difficulty (and you almost giving up), you managed to open the ball up. Inside was a tiny piece of folded paper. It was so tiny indeed, that you wondered how someone had managed to fold it. You dug the paper out and unfolded its many layers of folds. This definetly wasn't there when your brother had so lovingly made it for you. The paper was faded, but still looked relatively new. There were some words on it typed out in red, black and blue. The words:.

Yoon Doowon

Birth: September 21, 2005 (Age: Unknown)

Job: Hitman, Ally, Possible heir

Status: Alive

3: Take the weight off his shoulders

'Do you remember 22st night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders all while dancing the night away."

"God boss can you turn that off? It's been playing for an hour now." A stout man, dressed in tight black clothes, which fitted his muscles was sitting spread eagle on a nice blue cushion chair. Sitting in front of him on a much more bigger chair, was a man dressed elaborately in a white mink stole, a pristine white suit, with rings of all colours adorning his fingers, and a big black brooch on a golden chain stuck to his suit. "I won't turn it off until the chorus Brian. You know I love this song don't you? And you shall listen to it until your ears bleed out." Brian groaned and leaned back in his chair. "When is Mr Wang coming?" The man asked Brian. "It's possible he'll be arriving in a few minutes sir. But don't worry. I have intel that he got the job done well and good." "And the little rat? What about her?" Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well she might have gotten away. Lee's gang was there." The man threw his long hair back and threw off the stole, a frown and a red scar decorating his handsome face.

They were in a large room, an office, but it looked more like a King's throne room, where there were chairs for the ministers and wine glasses all decked with pink fluid. There was no door, but a few handing blue beads, which tinkled every now and then. "How could she have gotten away? Who did you send to kill them?" "I sent our best assassin sir." The man scoffed. "Well, clearly he wasn't the best. Does he have family?" Brian nodded in response to the question. "Good. Kill them." "Of course sir."

The blue beads tinkled as a heavily scarred man came into the room along with two bodyguards. "Mr Wang." The white draped man bowed deeply to Jackson who bowed back, only a bit. "Well well well Doowon. You did good. Your parents are dead. This deserves a toast. Shall we?" Doowon smirked at the man and got a green bottle from underneath the table. "Only the finest whiskey for you Mr Wang." Jackson chuckled coldly, taking a glass from the table and extending it forward to Doowon. "But-" Doowon said as he slowly uncorked the bottle. "I do not wish for your bodyguards to be here. You know how the Lee Family works? Even the most trusted allies can turn into back stabbers when their money is involved. " If Jackson Wang was startled, he didn't show it on his face. Instead he motioned for his guards to leave the room, who followed suit, although with a little uncertainty. Brian also left the room, leaving the two scarred men alone.

"Well then a toast. To me and you. Buisness partners." Doowon raised his glass in unison with Jackson, who drank up the whiskey quickly. "Mr Wang I have something to tell you." Jackson looked up at the younger man and waved his hand as if to say 'go on'. "First of all I just want to thank you for taking me in that night, when everyone thought I was dead. You were so ever so good with your observations to notice that I was only playing dead. And then you trained me and everything so thank you for that. And for telling me the truth about everything." Jackson simply nodded. He felt a sharp jab in his stomach and his head started to stir. Doowon was going out of focus now and in what seemed like a split second, Jackson Wang rolled off of the chair, onto the floor. Dead. "But I wanted to tell you sir." Doowon spoke to the limp body on the floor. "That I would like to take over by myself now. You're getting too old and I don't want you to interfere in my personal matters."

"How do you feel now Y/N? Better?" A pretty older woman was checking up on you. She wore a doctor's coat with the nametag 'Dr Kim' on it. She was Seungmin's aunt, the surgeon who had saved your life. "Well the pain has subsided a bit Dr.Kim. I still feel a bit dizzy every time I move, but I think I'm good now." Dr Kim warmly smiled at you as she checked your heartbeat. "Well in any case, I think you'll be fine by tomorrow. You can even walk around tomorrow if you like. But for now, just get some more sleep. I'll tell Minho and the boys not to disturb you alright?" Dr Kim gently squeezed your hand and packed up her equipment. She spoke to you as if you were her own child, with such delicate words and a comforting voice, something that your mother never gave you. "Um Dr Kim? Could you ask Minho to come up here please? If you don't mind?" "Of course honey! I'll ask him. Take care now." She gently kissed your forehead and went out the door.

"You wanted to see me?" Minho was dressed in a blue shirt, slightly open at the top and white pants. He looked so.... refined. And hot, exactly like a K drama CEO. God damn he looked delicious. Don't lick your lips. Do not lick your fucking lips Y/N. "Yeah I have some questions." Minho groaned as he shut the door and came forward to sit on the bed. "What now?" "Where did you get this bracelet?" You held up the bracelet to Minho, who looked at you, perplexed. "That's my bracelet, for your information. My mother gifted it to me. It's been in my family for centuries." Wait what now? "Minho stop fucking lying would you? My brother gave me this as a surprise gift when I was ten. And it went missing ever since the day he fucking died! So could you please tell me where the fuck you got this? Or I'm getting out of this bed and asking Chan." "Woah there princess." Minho looked at you, worried at your outburst. "Alright don't get out of bed please. I don't want you bleeding out and dying. But I'm telling the truth. This is the bracelet my mother gave me when I was twelve. It's been passed on from generation to generation in the Lee Family. It's a special bracelet, because it has these tiny chits inside the beads, telling the person who opens it who the next leader of, well, underground South Korea is going to be."

Too much information again. Number one, you could not stop staring at Minho's pretty pink lips. Number two, why did the chit inside the bead have your brother's name? And why did it say that he was alive?" "Wh-who puts the chits inside of this?" You asked Minho, carefully hiding the chit inside of your hand. "Well my uncle Wang dies. Jackson's dad. His great great great grandpa was the one who made this bracelet. So he has the right to choose the heir." "Minho I think you need to see this." You handed Minho the faded chit. He looked at it for a solid fifteen seconds before looking at you, blinking rapidly, just like how he does whenever someone surprises him. "Y/N oh fuck. Shit come on get up. Quick. I'll help you." "Wait Minho what? What happened?" You asked Minho as he gently wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting you as you slowly got out the bed, and onto your legs. "Y/N we need to get to a safer place. If- if what this chit says is true, you're in more danger than I thought." "Wait Minho stop. Would you stop for a moment? Minho- Lee Minho!" You shouted his name, which made him stop in his tracks, arms still supporting your waist, even though you could still walk fine. "Would you please explain to me what's going on?" "Come down to the hall." Minho sighed and told you. "The boys, except Chan hyung, don't know either. So I can tell them and you at the same time. It'll be easier won't it?"

You nodded, not saying anything. Your mouth was dry and words were not escaping it. Gosh September was meant to be good. Why was it so full of surprises?

"Yah Minho Hyung! Auntie told noona can't get up until tomorrow." Seungmin said to Minho as both of you cam doen the stairs. All of the boys were pin the living room, immersed in their own work. Seungmin and Jeongin were playing chess and Chan was on his laptop as usual. "Chan hyung. I think I've figured out who the Mink Thief is." Chan's head snapped from his laptop to Minho so fast, that you swore you heard a cracking sound. The other boys' attention was also now on Minho. "Are you joking or are you actually telling the truth right now?" Minho smiled at Chan's words and set you down on the couch next to Changbin gently. "No I am not joking. Look at this." He handed Chan the bracelet and the chit, which Chan twirled in his gorgeous fingers, all the while looking at it as if it was some alien substance. "Oh fucking hell. Not him?" Minho nodded at Chan's exasperated words as Chan slumped in his chair, setting his laptop down on the table. "Can anyone explain what's going on please? Minho hyung?" Felix asked. "Alright bitches-" "language Minho" "Hyung stop being so old. Alright bitches listen up. So first of all let me introduce you to a man named Yoon Doowon, also known to us as The Mink Thief, who has been sending our families threats for a long time, also know to Y/N as her dead brother." "Yah! Rude!" "Anyways, one thing that Chan hyung found out a few days ago is that The Mink Thief has been in contact with my cousin, Jackson, ever since the day of Y/N's brother's murder. Also Y/N," he paused at looked into your eyes. "Whatever I'm about to say next will probably shock you so please don't faint out of surprise." You looked at Minho with the best offended eyes you could.

Minho then continued in a much more serious voice, "Yoon Danbi, Y/N's mom has been a spy for my family ever since I was born. Her and her husband had been placed here in Jeju Island along with their only daughter Yoon Jinhee, for an important mission. But soon, people grew suspicious of how both of them would act all the time, leaving their daughter alone for such long periods of time, coming home late at deadly hours and blah blah blah. So, in order to make their family seem much more 'normal', they took in two children. Choi Doowon and Jeon Y/N." "Minho what the fuck are you saying right now." Why were there so many surprises? Was your entire life a lie? Were you adopted for some stupid mission or something? What kind of Marvel shit was this? "Yeah this is why I said, don't faint out of shock." Minho slightly chuckled as Chan looked at repramandingly. "Look yes it's true your parents aren't your real parents. But the thing is your didn't even have parents. You came straight from the orphanage. So when my family took one look at you, someone with no background information which can be traced, they thought you were perfect for this mission. I mean, think of it Y/N, haven't you ever saw your parents hiding any documents from you or getting afraid when you asked for your birth certificate whenever you needed to register for your basketball games?" Yes, when you thought about it, they did do that.

"Hyung don't you think you should have had this conversation somewhere more private?" Felix looked from your distraught face to Minho's. "We probably should have but I have shit to tell all of you too." Minho said to his younger brother. "When Doowon supposedly died that night, Jackson Wang got a new partner in crime. Doowon was probably still alive. I know that no one can survive a fall like that, but I seriously don't know how he survived. So what I'm assuming from this tiny chit here, is that Jackson probably told Doowon the truth about his true parentage and all, and then like a basic villain, Doowon wanted revenge and now Y/N's life is basically a fantasy novel." "Ain't that right?" You scoffed. "My entire fucking life is a lie. I mean is my name even Y/N? Are we just living in a hallucination? What if all humanity is meant to do is just live our boring lives until a giant space turtle comes along and kills us all?" "That would be a cool way to die." Jisung said, not even a bit surprised by your rambling. "Jisung." Chan looked at Jisung with a glare. "Alright listen up everybody. Now that the sad backstory is out the way, we need to get down to buisness. First of all we need to get Y/N somewhere safe. Well safer. So Y/N, would you be willing to go along with Jisung, Jeongin and Seungmin?" You nodded at Chan, who looked very relieved. "Great. Felix, Hyunjin, would both of you search out if Vernon's mansion is still protected and everything? " Felix and Hyunjin replied 'yes' to Chan and quickly went out the room. "Um noona we should get going. Can you walk by yourself?" Seungmin stood up and extended a hand to you, which you gratefully took and got up. "Yeah I can walk don't worry. Um where are we going?" Seungmin smiled at you, revealing his braces. "Don't worry about that. Just follow me to the car."

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in the back of a Bentley with Jisung, with Seungmin driving and Jeongin stared out the window, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. "You're lucky Minho hyung gave us his car noona." Jisung commented. "He never even lets us touch it. But then again, we're with you, so I guess that makes up for it." You looked at Jisung's wavy hair and thought to yourself that how can a sweet boy like him, be Minho's best friend. "Jisung, when you said Minho doesn't stop talking about me to you guys, what exactly does he talk about?" "Oh noona I could write an entire seven book Series about that " Seungmin responded instead of Jisung. "He doesn't ever stop talking about what your favourite song is, or what you wore today or how your hair falls in such a perfect way. And when we tell him to just tell you that he is pathetically in love with you, he sulks and says that he would rather kill himself." Well that was certainly surprising. "Oh we're here." Jeongin said, as the car pulled up to a massive iron gate, which had the letters C, H and V on it. What it was guarding was a massive black mansion, which looked very much like a vampire's lair, covered in vines of ivy with a statue of bat hanging out in the big yard. "Chwe Hansol. Also known as Vernon. This is his mansion. He's a good friend of Chan Hyung's and he lets us use the mansion whenever we want. It's the safest place in Jeju Island so we'll be good here noona." Jisung told you, as you stepped out of the car. The mansion looked so ethereal and as you walked into the yard through the gate, you wondered if this was the mansion which was described in the story of the vampire Carmilla. You lived and breathed for that story and you were excited at the thought of hiding in a place which looked exactly like Carmilla's mansion, where she took the blood of her lover, weeping over her body, and complaining about her death.

The boys pushed open the big dual doors of the mansion with difficulty, but not before Jisung had entered a pass code on the tiny keyboard thing which was on the right side of the door. This was indeed Carmilla's mansion, you thought as you entered the big living room, which was decked from head to toe in gold and silver. There was a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling, along with busts of some vague looking people.

"Gosh this is so pretty." You said to Seungmin, who smiled and said "Wait till you see the ball room." You were about say 'theres a ball room here?' when suddenly the lights went out. "Ah fucking hell. Guys stay here with noona. I'll go and see what's wrong." You heard Jisung's voice. "I don't think you need to do that, my dear Mr.Han." you heard a cold voice, which didn't belong to any of the boys. "Who's ther-" Before Seungmin could finish his sentence, you felt a hit to your head, and you blacked out, before hearing Jisung shout, "Noona!"

"Y/Nnie. Wake up." Doowon said in a sing song voice. The boys were tightly tied up to the chairs, with cello tape around their mouths. You were also tied up to the big blue cushion chair, with Doowon, standing in front of you, wearing a red coat and that mink fur stole. He had three bodyguards with him, all buffer than Changbin, all carrying guns and all looking scary as fuck. "Y/N wake up you stupid bitch." Doowon slapped your face painfully, which made you slightly stir. "Hey don't do that she's injured!" Jisung shouted out, having managed to chew through his cello tape. Doowon looked at Jisung with a sarcastic smile and said nothing, while one of the bodyguards punched Jisung. "Doowon?" You had woken up and the surroundings were appearing more clearly now. Your stomach hurt so much and your brain was still fuzzy, except for your dead brother standing in front of you, smirking. "Oh hey Y/Nnie. You miss me?" He asked you in a cold voice you didn't recognise. Never September. This was not September's child standing in front of you. This wasn't September's child, who used to chase butterflies and gift you cute little stones, standing in front of you. "Doowon you're alive." You managed to cough out some words, along with a bit of blood. "Ahh yes I am. I assume your stupid boyfriend already told you what happened to me. So I'm going to skip over the part where I explain shit to you." He let out a cold laugh which made you flinch. "Doowon this isn't you. What are you doing?" You asked him, tears welling up in your eyes. "This isn't me? No Y/N this is me. I've been lied to my entire life and Jackson Wang told me the truth. He taught me the way to survive in our world. He's dead now by the way. Just like our 'parents'." "Doowon please. Stop this lunacy! Atleast let the boys go they haven't done anything wrong!" Doowon leaned down to your level and lifted your chin with his finger. You shivered at his cold touch. "Aww Y/N. Always so fucking innocent. Baby the boys are leverage. Soon the rest of the boys will be here and then after some introductions, I can finally rule all of South Korea." Your tears had escaped now as you looked over at the boys, who were knocked unconscious by the bodyguards. You felt like the most lowest human being on earth, when you looked at Jeongin's bleeding lip, wondering what Chan's reaction would be when he arrived here. "Brian! Go check if the doors are open please. I want them all to waltz in here and call for these pathetic boys. And then we'll hit them where they don't even know it hurts. Maybe we'll start with this one." He moved over to Jeongin. The man named Brian laughed and winked at Doowon. "I'll get the door sir." He moved out the room swiftly.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Fifteen silent minutes. This was silence which you did not enjoy. Silence was sweet in September, when only the Magpies chirped. But now, as you watched Jeongin and Seungmin slightly stir, silence became bitter. "Is Brian not coming? You!" Doowon shouted at one of the guards. "Go out and see where he is! Does it take this much time for the rascal to come back?" The guard obeyed and made to get up from his seat on a rickety wooden chair. BANG! A bullet shot went through the guards head, and as he slumped to the ground, with a pool of blood around his head, Doowon screamed and grabbed Jisung by his chin. "You! What have you done!" Jisung merely smirked at him as Doowon lay frozen there, staring at the body. "Oh for fucks sake what are both of you doing?" Doowon spat at the two remaining guards. "Go upstairs and check if the rats have entered the house already!" The guards nodded their heads fervently and went off in opposite directions, only to be met with two gunshots. The door burst open, as Minho and the remaining boys barged in.

"Doowon." Minho said coldly to Doowon, who merely smirked, trying to hide the fact that he had peed his pants a bit. "Well you found me didn't you? Good job Minho. You know Mr Wang told me how your family works. So I'm honoured that I'm actually getting to experience a member of the great Lee family trying to kill me." You were disgusted by his words. Where did your sweet Doowon go? Where did the boy whom you had cried for day and night go? "Let the boys and Y/N go. Now Doowon. And we won't have any consequences." Chan said to Doowon. He looked furious. You hadn't ever seen Chan like this. "Oh you can take the boys first and then I'll give you Y/N." Hearing that, Changbin and Hyunjin hurried forward, untied the boys, who were concious by now and supported them on their arms, as they carried them back to safety.

"Now Y/N's turn. Give her back to me Doowon and maybe you won't end up choking on your own blood tonight." Minho's voice made your heart go warm. He had nothing but cold fury in his voice. If you thought you had seen his anger on that one particular basketball match in Busan, you were mistaken.

"Now why would I do that? Sweet little Y/N is all ok tied up to his chair aren't you Y/Nnie?" He pulled your hair and kicked you hard in your stomach, which made you cough out blood. Yep, the stitches in your stomach had probably opened up. Fuck no, not now. Don't die in September. Let me wait for October. October seemed more comforting now. The Magpies had their babies in October. Im October, you could get boba on discount. In October, you could hand out with your friends whenever you want. In October, Minho would turn a year older. Wait how did you know that? Why was this room so fuzzy? Hey Minho's face. His beautiful face. It was going out of focus now. Good way to die isn't it. You hoped death came to you, wrapped in white silk and picked you up in her arms like a baby and put you in a cradle. A cradle painted orange and yellow. A cradle with Magpies on it. A cradle which loved all the months equally. But especially October. Especially October.

"Doowon, stop that! Stop fucking hurting her!" Minho screamed at Doowon. You were blacked out now and as Minho looked at your gently sleeping figure, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "And what if I don't? What will you do oh great Lee Minho? I have her in my arms and I can do anything I wa-" That was the last thing Minho heard before all he saw was Doowon's dumb face, struck with shock, bullet hole in his big head, blood staining his already red suit and his stupid mentality finally gone from this world. "Good job Minho. Now come on let's get Y/N. Guys get Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin to the car. We'll get Y/N." Chan told the others, while Minho had already strode over to you. He hurriedly untied the ropes around your arms and legs and got you to his arms, fingers looking for your wrists, to check your pulse. Tears were coming out now. Tears he never knew would come for you. He loved you. So much. So much it was honestly pathetic. The way you scowled everytime you saw him, the way your eyes lit up whenever you got a high test score, the way you cherished December for your birthday, the way you existed. He loved everything about you. And he can't lose you. Not now. Not ever.

"Feeling good kitten?" You had woken up in Minho's house again, with Dr Kim checking your heartbeat and adjusting your blood pump. "Minho." You managed to breath out weakly, making Minho's heart drop again. He was quick to stand up and cup your face in his arms gently as tears poured out of your eyes. "Hey hey hey don't cry." He said so gently, in a tone which he never used with you. "No Y/N. Shh. I've got you. You're safe. You're safe." He hugged you gently, supporting your head with his hands as you silently sobbed into his shirt. Once you pulled away, you noticed that his shirt was wet from all the crying and that his eye bags were more prominent. "Im sorry. I'm so sorry Minho. I-I really didn't know about..... about him and I caused you all this trouble. I am so sorry." "Hey hey princess. Y/N listen to me." You looked into his eyes, which were twinkling into yours. "None of it is your fault. You hear me? None of it. If anything, I should have told you all that I know earlier but I couldn't. Because- because I- I love you Y/N." That was it. That's all it took. That's all it took, for your eyes to widen, your hands to reach up to his jaw and for your lips to meet his, in a slow dance accompanied by the melodies of the Magpies outside, celebrating that you two had finally realised your love for each other. You pulled away after what felt like a very short time, but you were running out of breath. Minho and you stared at each other for a while and then burst into giggles. "That felt nice princess. You sure you haven't kissed anyone before?" You slapped his chest playfully as you said "Yah! Don't make me think back about being your girlfriend Lee Minho." Minho's eyes lit up and he stuttered out "Girlfriend? Yep I'm in a dream someone pinch me." You rolled your eyes as you pinched him and he let out a tiny scream. "Oh stop so dramatic. How long was I out by the way? And are the boys alright?" "You were out for two days now kitten. And the boys are good. Jisung is saying he finally got his 'Wattpad best friend gets kidnapped moment' and I think Chan told Dr Kim to double his dosage of sleeping pills so now he's crashed out. And snoring loudly."

"Noona you're awake!" Felix had come into the room, well more like bounced into the room along with the rest of the boys, Seungmin sporting a cast, and Jeongin having a pink band-aid on his lip. Felix hugged you tightly while Chan hugged Minho. "Lix let her go. She needs to breath." Chan said to Felix, who had been hugging you for a long time now. "Seungmin, Jeongin are you guys ok now? I am literally so sorry." Jeongin smiled at you sweetly, his fox like eyes forming crescents and said, "We're good noona. Technically we should be asking you that question. And it's fine please don't apologise." He bowed a bit to you and as you tried to bow back, whilst sitting, Hyunjin said, to Minho "So hyung. Have you finally got your ass together and asked noona out?" Minho glared at Hyunjin as everyone else in the room laughed. "You will be getting your mouth stuffed tonight Hyunjin. And yes I have asked her out. And now she's my girlfriend." "Yah who said I was your girlfriend?" You jokingly said. "Ok I'm gonna ask Jisung out then." Minho said standing up.

Four years later

You had been living with Minho for four years now, as his live-in Girlfriend. He had introduced you to his parents, who had been nothing less that kind to you. They had first apologized profusely for the whole Doowon incident, to which you told them that you really didn't care. You had Minho with you and all of your past had slowly faded away.

And every year as October and September came, you learnt to cherish ,not the month, but the memories you made every day. You learnt to forever keep memories of you, your boyfriend, your friends and everyone around you. You learnt how to let go of grief easily.

And when Minho proposed to you, on the twenty first night of December, you learnt, you just needed someone a bit older, and a bit colder, to teach you what it meant to love a person like you'd love a month.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hm I usually dont have many ideas but.. Deuce spade x amab!reader dubcon? Oh!! and even better if, like, reader is dubcon-ing Deuce on reader's birthday! Uhm btw this is my first time requesting smth so im sorry if theres anything weird! 🥹✨ Have a good day and take as much time as you need! 🫶

Yes, Deuce my boy, love him! Thank you for requesting, baby!

Birthday present (ft.deuce)

Warnings: sub!deuce, dom!gn!reader, amab!reader, dub-con, alcohol intoxication, drunk sex, bratty deuce, degradation, rimming, anal sex, spanking, name calling (slut, bitch), pet names (baby, babe)

a/n: i do not encourage having sex while intoxicated, this is just a fictional scenario. All characters are aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"Congrats again on surviving another year, [Name]!" Ace wraps his arm around your shoulder, a glass of red wine in his hand. You shake your head at his clearly drunk state, he can't stand still, shifting from leg to leg.

"Say, [Name], I think your boyfriend's had enough funny water already," you turn your head to the sound of Epel's voice, quickly looking in the direction he's pointing. You can see Deuce standing against the wall, face flushed red and eyes glossy. "My dude, ya gotta take him to bed."

You bid your friends goodbye, making your way to Deuce. Once he finally registers your presence, his face lits up, hands wrap around you as he murmurs something in your shoulder.

"What was it, baby?" Deuce lifts his head up, suddenly looking serious. He presses his lips to your neck and whispers against the skin.

"Want you..." You stand absolutely speechless, never expecting Deuce Spade to so openly tell you that. Your boyfriend moves his hand to palm your dick through the fabric of your jeans. You're pretty sure you heard your two friends scream "get a room, you two", but decide to ignore them.

Your room is enveloped in complete silence, a contrast to the ruckus outside. Deuce leads you further in the room, tugging your hand as he falls down on the bed, your weight on top of his. You've seen your boyfriend being bold and initiate sex, but the way his eyes are filled with lust raises goosebumps on your skin.

"I want you so bad. Touch me everywhere, rail me." Deuce's fingers find their way in your hair, closing the distance between your faces. His kisses, usually gentle and slow, are now messy and hurried, free hand tries to unbutton your pants as quickly as possible.

"Wait, hold on! Deuce, you're drunk. Let's do this some other time, when you're in the right mind."

"I said I want you to fuck me so hard I'd be unable to walk for the whole week! I want to scream your name and let everyone hear who makes me feel good. I think I'm in the right mind right now, do you?" You gulp and nod slowly. Too stunned by Deuce's sudden brattiness, you reach to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside.

Cyan eyes watch as you pull your pants and underwear down, shortly after following the same routine. All your attempts to control yourself crumble, when Deuce lets his hands roam all over your body, purposefully missing your aroused dick.

"Shit, fuck it!" With swift motions you turn Deuce on his stomach and bring his ass up. Your hot breath hits his exposed skin, shivers run down his spine, "Lord help you, if you forget what happens today after you wake up."

"You can always remind me tomorrow." You can practically hear a smirk in his voice, which only riles you up more. With a slap to his ass you let your tongue circle around his rim, the tip sliding inside. "Ah! It's fine, fuck me. I prepped myself..."

"You keep on surprising me tonight, babe. Is it the alcohol that brings out the brat in you?" You're not given a reply, but the way Deuce pants slightly louder is more than enough for you. Amused, you align your erection to his hole, not putting it in. "Gotta tell me what you want, Deuce."

"..." Slightly annoyed at being ignored, you lend a harsh slap to his ass. "Fu-uck! Fuck me! Please."

"Just what I wanted to hear, slut." Your dick easily slips inside Deuce, his face, though almost fully hidden in the pillows, is adorned by pink flush. You settle for a quick but steady pace, angle chosen perfectly as your tip brushed against his prostate with each thrust.

"Where'd your bratty attitude go, slut? Can't handle what I give you? Such a shame, you were trying so hard to rile me up. Yet, when I fuck you, - just like you wanted, mind you, - your dumb self goes whining like a bitch on me." As if to prove your words, Deuce lets out a high-pitched whine that grows into a loud moan.

Your boyfriend's legs tense, hole clenching around you, which means his senses are higher than usual. Alcohol did it's job, you think. Soon enough Spade starts bubbling and screaming into the pillow he had in his arms, hips struggling to meet yours in a desperate attempt to chase his orgasm.

With your name on his swollen lips, Deuce cums in white spurts that lend underneath him. He lays still, breathing a little rapid as his muscles relax slowly.

"Hey, did you pass out? Tch, and who asked me to fuck him so rough he'd be limping for a week? I didn't even get to cum, babe," you laugh under your breath, covering your sleeping boyfriend with a blanket, before scattering his clothes from the floor and placing them on the chair, "You owe me one, Deuce. Better pay back tomorrow morning."

You lay next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and planting a quick kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight, love."

[moongothic]

i would love trans crocodile but im very cynical that oda would write him in a respectful manner. thats not even thinking of how horrible that one portion of the one piece fandom would treat him

Yeah the fandom sucks and I'm going to strangle everyone (including the cishets who claim to be trans allies and then use "Crocomom")

But with Oda it's weird because like. The more I think about it, the more I'm like... 50/50 about Oda being able to actually deliver good, respectful trans masc rep.

Like I've posted about this before but One Piece does have this on-going theme of having characters "stuck in wrong bodies" or "having one's body changed" (sometimes reversably, sometimes irreversably; sometimes against their will, sometimes consentually). Which, in theory, in my mind, does kind of signal that on some level Oda understands the idea of being "the wrong sex" (whether or not that's a good way to explain The Trans Experience™ is a whole different subject but it's an old fashioned explanation that Oda would probably be/is familiar with) But at the same time, while the concept pops up again and again in One Piece, Oda doesn't really dwell too deep into the idea of what that's like. Like, emotionally. How it feels like to like, get turned into a toy or be a child who gets aged 20 years or to get turned into a cyborg or a giant child or have parts of your body permanently turned into animal parts (sometimes with a will of their own) etc

And like. Part of me understands why, Oda does tend to want to focus on writing a story he thinks teenaged boys would be interested in reading, and he has often stated he wants to have fun with his story too (like that's partially why Luffy's a Rubber Man, because Oda thought giving Luffy a ridiculous ability would make him more fun to write and draw long-term, which is valid as hell) This is why for example Oda has avoided doing any romances in OP, and while there are dark themes in the story, often he has done his best to avoid making them too blatant, as some things would be too mature for his youngest readers (like, for example until Kuma's backstory, it was never explicitly stated what would happen to the slave wives of the Tenryuubito, even saying it was "implied" would be pushing how that subject had been treated until now)

So like. Because of that, I understand why Oda hasn't dwelled into The Feelings™ part much/at all despite the "stuck in the wrong body" narrative appearing time and time again

Either Oda thinks it'd be too boring either for himself or his readers, or he hasn't dwelled into it because he doesn't really understand gender dysphoria and can't relate to the experience (despite how often it shows its face in OP). Or it could be both, even

The thing is though, as OP has gone on, while I wouldn't say Oda has "broken his writing rules", Kuma's backstory alone has pushed them to a new limit with the love-that-never-was story and the all-but-explicitly-stated storytelling.

So a part of me wonders, if Crocodile is trans, could Oda actually like... take a slightly deeper look into his feelings and explore his queer experience? ('Cause god knows, if Crocodad Real, then there really would be a literal coming out-story built into his backstory that would be extremely unavoidable, and as I've mentioned before, the fact that we haven't gotten to learn almost anything about his backstory yet is Kinda Fucking Sus)

Also I do want to mention how... like Oda gets a lot of bad rap when it comes to queer rep in One Piece, but the more I think about it, I think it's more an issue with the terminology and how translators have gone about either localizing it, or more often than not, leaving it unlocalized 'Cause like. Yes the "okama" would be horrible trans rep but... really... they're not trans representation. They're representation for draq queens. Piss poor draq rep, but still, they're draq queens. And just like our very real life drag performers; some of them are cishets. Some of them are gender non-conforming gay men. Some of them are nonbinary*. Some of them are trans women. Obviously lumping all of these people into one group is kinda offensive (which is why "okama" is (as far as I understand it) such an unpopular term even amongst queer people in Japan), and the way Oda often chooses to draw these characters looks no different to how gender criticals choose to present trans women in their propaganda.

*Like Bon-chan, who explicitly states they are both male and female. And Iva-chan, who switches between boy-mode and girl-mode from time to time, could arguably be called genderfluid (though any specific terminology is up to debate). Both are nonbinary draq queens.

And yet, despite all that. It can not be understated how if you put aside the nameless background gag-characters, Oda does treat the actual, proper queer characters with respect. Everyone would agree that Bon-chan is an absolute hero, we would all die for them. Iva-chan (and Inazuma too) is explicitly presented in a heroic light, seen as someone who helps people and fights for justice (with the Revs)

And then there's the first binary trans characters we've actually gotten, Okiku and Yamato. And I'm pretty sure we would all agree Okiku is 10/10 perfect trans fem representation (I am not entirely serious, I'm not trans fem so I can't speak for trans women here, it's just that I can't see anything Horrendously Wrong with how Okiku is presented within the story- not actually perfect but all things considdered, damn good). She is stunning, people around her (INCLUDING SANJI!!) don't just view her as a woman but would go out of their way to date her (as in, she is seen as "desirable", and not as some kind of a disgusting freak to avoid), she is heroic and sweet and kind and just. IDK I love her And while I'm sure many trans mascs would agree Yamato may not be how they want to be seen by the world (though having Yamato ID as a man while having the biggest moobs is surely validating for a lot of people, including anybody who might not want or be able to get top surgery and/or HRT), again, he is only presented as heroic within the narrative and respected by the characters around him, Luffy especially, which is by far the most important part; the protagonist going out of his way to be respectful of trans characters does represent the values of the story.

And like.

Think about how Oda has treated Crocodile so far.

Like, although we're all having a bit of a laugh over the whole Cross Guild thing, Oda is still treating him as a cool character whom he presents seriously and treats with respect. Like Oda wants the readers to see Crocodile as at least a little bit cool. So I can't imagine him pulling a full 180 with how Croc would be treated in the story if he was revealed to be trans, especially when the potential foreshadowing for that was laid out in the story years ago already.

All this to say; Oda is not perfect at all, but considdering the things he has gotten right so far, I think there is hope he could pull it off. Because Oda is for Queer Liberation.

Really, my only concerns would be whether or not there's a risk Crocodile could get somehow detrans'd during the story (I'm praying the Haki theory isn't an option, really Doc Q might be the only true risk here), if he's stealth and that got presented as "a wrong thing to do" (which I'd hope not, like our previous queer characters have been okay with being openly queer but that may have been more for the readers than anything else. At least, I hope, god knows if Crocodile is and wants to be stealth trans then that's his right and he shouldn't have to out if he doesn't want to, and yeah, I don't want him to be demonized within the narrative for being stealth (if he's stealth, for all we know he could be out)) and like, most importantly, what'd end up being Crocodile's "motivation" for transitioning in the first place

Like. God. I just. I don't want there to be a twist where Crocodile transitioned because "being a woman was weak" or because he "wanted to be acknowledged by Whitebeard" ('cause WB doesn't take women into his crew) or "the scar in his face made him so ugly he decided he should be a man instead" (seen unironic Redditors suggest that. Almost lost my mind) or something

Like I hope someone's at least tried to explain gender dysphoria to Oda. Like the man does have actual queer friends in real life (some of whom inspired characters in OP), so I'm hoping at least someone's tried to explain the feelings that come with The Trans Experience™ to him so that, if Crocodile's trans, then Oda can actually try to base his reasoning to transition on those feelings instead of any stupid "reasons" that no actual queer person would relate to

But it all just boils down to... Is Oda willing to actually dwell into those feelings and explore them in the story.

It... it really could go either way with Oda

So yeah. Anon, I'm with you, I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was at least A Little Worried. But also... I want to be hopeful. Because I do believe there is reason to be hopeful.

Only time will tell how it'll go

[lostalioth]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

→ premise: steve thinks you have a foul mouth and he believes he knows the right cure for such a filthy mouth

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader — dads bestfriend!steve

→ warnings: eighteen+, reader is rude, bustier!reader, smut, nicknames [little one, baby], oral [male receiving], small sir kink, face fucking, titty fucking, age gap [steve is in his late 30’s, reader is 23], authority kink?

→ a/n: my steve content varied with how well it did so let’s see how this does. O2 kinktober

“That’s such a stupid fucking idea”

“Why are you so dumb?”

“Cant you just shut the fuck up?”

Ever since Steve became best friends with your father and spent more and more time around you, he noticed you seemed to have quite a filthy mouth. Spouting profanities every other sentence, making crude comments to and about everyone. He slowly got more and more irritated at your coarse demeanor, he was about ready to snap.

“I think it’s time we fix that awful foul mouth of yours little one what do you say” a smirk was beginning to grow on steve's face. “I don't know if you're capable of that old man, think you can do it without blowing your back out?” Even on your knees you were a brat fighting to submit. Steve’s expanding smirk was replaced with a scowl and he grabs you hard by the back of your neck. Leaning down and pulling your face up a bit to his he growls lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and to your core. “You're gonna listen like a good girl baby” his voice was so raspy and commanding it was becoming increasingly harder to fight sinking into that spacey place.

“And you will refer to me as sir got that?” He made a point by tugging your head back with his grip on the back of your neck when he said ‘will’. When you refuse to answer him he lets go of your neck and grabs your cheeks. “I asked, do you got that little one?”

“Yes sir” you whine softly and avert your eyes from steve. Dominance and authority was oozing off him and it was hard to hide your lust filled blown out pupils. “Look at me when you speak to me, and speak up” he commanded and you snap your eyes to his face. Studying all the hard edges but soft look in his eyes even as he was commanding you and manhandling you. “Yes sir” you raised your voice but it still comes out as a whine while looking him in his gorgeous eyes.

“Good, now I know just the thing to fix that mouth of yours”

“And what’s that sir?”

“Fucking that pretty little face of yours, may even just fuck these wonderful tits of yours while im at it to indulge myself” he groaned as he palmed your right tit, his large hand cupping nearly half of it.

It suddenly felt very hot in the room as your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was meant to be a form of punishment for talking back and yet you were excited. “Strip off this flimsy little shirt and lay on your bed” he gave you a shiny but dark smile before letting your face go and pushing it to the side as he waited for you to comply.

You jump up off the floor like it was lava and began peeling off your shirt not wanting to anger him further. “Bra too baby” Steve grunts out an extra command as he is pulling off his jacket and t-shirt. You’re quick to unlatch your lacy bra, freeing your tits. The room that was once on fire is oddly chilly now as a breeze passes your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden. Before making your way to your bed you steal a glance at Steve as he is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. In the back of your mind secretly hoping he'd use it on you.

You squirm a bit trying to get as comfortable as possible on your back while Steve makes his way over clad in just his excruciatingly tight boxers. His cock throbbing and twitching under the fabric at the sight of you making him need to shake his head quickly to clear it.

By now your eyes were heavy and glazed over ready to do whatever Steve told you to. “Hey little one help me out of these why don't ya’ ” Steve tells you in a slightly softer voice now as he was now sat on the edge of your plush bed. Slowly tugging the waistband of his boxers down, off his thighs and down his legs with the help of the older man his leaking cock is freed. Steve wasted very little time in straddling your body, one leg either side of you and rubbing on your breasts. His own eyes begin to match your glazed over ones. Pinching your hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer he starts rolling the sensitive bud in his fingers.

“God, you have such beautiful tits and such a pretty face baby, too bad it's ruined by this awful mouth” he groans as he pulls your bottom lip down with the thumb of his free hand. You whimper and buck your hips softly as the throbbing in your cunt was becoming persistent and unbearable. He chuckles softly at your quickly growing desperation. He lets your nipple go but not without a swift slap to your tit making you let out a small yelp of pleasure. He smiles wider at this and pushes your breasts together a bit more to make a tighter space for his cock.

Your foot was nearly shaking in anticipation, you needed and wanted this the same if not more than he did.

With a grunt Steve began working his swollen and leaking tip through the space he made with your breasts. Slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward he begins to create a steady pace fucking your plump tits. Through a small growl Steve orders “open your mouth for me baby” his eyes never look up at you to see if you comply, he knew you would, they’re simply glued to your chest. You let your jaw drop, leaving your mouth agape with your tongue out as his cock pushes up to the top of your tits and his reddened tip brushes your tongue. “Just like that yeah” he groans as his head leans back and he shuts his eyes.

You lean your head down so you can take his tip in your mouth and suck. Steve’s balls sat heavy and full at the base of your chest. He felt like he was already gonna explode. He didn’t wanna bust quick but your tongue running through this slit and on the underside of his tip was making that feel like mission impossible.

You and your dirty mouth will be death of steve sooner than he expected.

→ this was delayed cause i lost power yesterday and then got busy trying to fix links so my day 1 would show up in tags, anyway you’re getting this on a day i wouldn’t normally post! Day 3 will be coming tomorrow the 4th cause of my posting schedule and the fact i’m doing 18 days not 30. I rushed this ending so i could get this out lol.

[demonlikejudgeoffire]

can you gimme the full run down of what you disagree with the webtoon on? pretty please??

I know that they missed HSY's beauty spot, made everyone look the same and made KDJ into a standard hotboy protagonist when he should be a swagless rat.

but I wanna know what else you've got since you can probably articulate it all better than me.

This is a terrible question with terrible timing because I am so busy right now but briefly because I am a little hater at heart—

I will preface this by saying that I stopped reading the webtoon after a few weeks out of disgust because I didn't like it and continue to dislike it. I've seen screenshots of it since I stopped, particularly because a few of my friends do keep up with it (they are aware that I am a hater and allow me my little rants) and am aware of character designs due to the influx of screenshots and art that arises on my TL and dash (never tagged so I can't even filter it out) whenever a new face pops up in the webtoon. So, that's where I'm coming from with this. If you like the webtoon then this is where you stop reading because I am going to be pretty blunt here. All of the following is my own personal opinion about the ORV webtoon yadda yadda if you get butthurt that's on you.

First: I hate the character designs. I can excuse little details like missing the beauty mark or whatever because it's not actually in-text canon but this goes deeper. As you mentioned, all of the characters have the same generic body type. The women, especially, suffer from this. Han Sooyoung's proportions are so wacky at times. I swear the artists have no idea how to draw short people. with characters like Lee Hyunsung it's particularly egregious. Someone who's described as bear-like is depicted as skinny. Yoo Joonghyuk's muscles are like. Non-existent. Beyond that, everyone is paper pale and washed out. There's very little variation in skin tones, so they all look like vampire standees. Some of the side characters look better than the main cast. the outfits don't reflect characters' personalities or ages either.

Second: general gripes re: the art not being dynamic, emotive or fun to look at. static expressions on character faces. fighting scenes are boring. more griping about the incredibly limited colour palette. you get the gist.

Third: kdj looking like pretty much every single hotboy protag. This one is particularly due to redice's work on solo levelling—kdj could be a stand in for the mc of that manhwa honestly. The point of kdj is that he's an average dude, not some wish fulfillment powerlevelling harem protag. Instead it feels like the artists have a hard on for kdj like the art is so horny for him at times it's off-putting.

Fourth: the official webtoon TL is awful. I know there are fan TLs but those aren't what the vast majority of casual readers are going to find first. the romanisation of the names, the lack of ANY kind of honorifics, the absolute horror that is TWSA like what the fuck kind of acronym is that—im going to stop because this isn't about the manhwa itself.

Fifth: this is probably the point that erks me the most. I could excuse sucky art. I would wish to my heart of hearts that they picked an orv fanartist to the webtoon instead but I get it, they wanted a studio that had demonstrated the capacity to work to the bone and churn out chapters with no love embedded in them. I would get that. but the webtoon does nothing as an adaptation of orv.

see, the thing is that orv on its own is hardly ground breaking. the conceit is that s&s took established webnovel tropes and put it all together in a well grounded commentary that actually said something important about stories. that was clearly a dedication to readers and writers and the binds between them. That used the fact that readers would be familiar with these concepts to turn those same expectations on its head. ORV is so great because of its metatextual approach, the breaking of the 4th wall in so many ways to truly build it into something more. The webtoon does nothing to work with that. I had hoped that it could use the medium to add something to the interaction between the reader and Reader (독자) but it's nothing but a tired copy of the novel that does nothing to convey the nuances of KDJ's internal narrative, the emotional turmoil that makes it so hard hitting, or the metatextual nature of its premise. I've talked before about the ways that they could have adapted it to take advantage of the comic format but the webtoon fails to do Anything with the medium.

There are probably other things I've missed but like I said you caught me at a bad time lol. I really try to forget the webtoon exists for the most part because I have nothing good to say about it <3

Anyway, if you want to read a manhwa that actually makes you excited to look at it with amazing character design and dynamic fighting scenes that made me sob like a baby, check out sss-class regression hunter (prev called sss-class suicide hunter) DONT read the official TL because they decided to Anglicize the name of the protag (Kim Gongja) as Confucius Kim which is ugh on so many levels.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Twelve Disciples Ch.3

Summary: Pepper Davis is not unknown to the mob world, she’s well aware of the benefits and dangers of this business, but what she’s about to find out is how dangerous it can be for one to stay in between a brother rivalry.

Pairings: Matt Jackson x OFC Pepper x Nick Jackson

Warnings: +18

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @allelitesmut

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“You’re absolutely insane!” Nick speaks amid laughs “You’re in love with me? You don’t even know me!” He turns around to face the street again, putting the car back into first gear once again and driving into the deserted avenue towards Pepper’s loft.

Matt’s words - that resembled a motherly advice - now echoed in her mind, “If it ever comes to this, dovey. I want you to lie. Lie about your feelings, lie about loving him, about wanting to meet him for years, lie about hating me and wishing you could help him kill me. Do whatever it takes for you to keep your character intact. Lie about everything! Fuck him if you have to, make him believe every single word you say!”

“I do know you!” She began, silently praying her acting skills continue to be as good as they were in her teen years. “I’ve watched you from afar for a few years now. I tried to get to know you but you’ve never seen me. Not the way I see you, at least”.

Nick stopped at the last red light before reaching the loft. Time was not on Pepper’s side and she would have to do the unimaginable to convince him of her words.

She tentatively rested her hand on top of Nick’s hand, her nails traced the thick, warm knuckles. “You always fascinated me. I always wondered what it would be like to be with you, to feel your lips on mine, your hands on my body, waking up next to you, watching you go from boyfriend material to businessman before my eyes, having breakfast with you every morning, listening to your heartbeat in bed at night” Pepper cupped Nick’s jaw, briefly turning his head to face her, and hoping her eyes portray the truthfulness her words didn’t have.

Stormy blue eyes stared back at her, confusion and disbelief poured from them as the most torrid rain from the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Pepper, but I suggest you be very careful right now. Just because one of my policies is to not harm women, doesn’t mean I’m not capable of doing so if they do me wrong” Icicles hung from Nick’s words, their sharpness deadly like an ice pick. This wasn’t an empty threat, this was a verbalized warning from a man capable of doing the most horrid things. Nick had no limits, no conscience, no fear, no values or boundaries that prevented him from doing morally condemned actions.

Of that, Matt had also warned her many times “A man without common principles is dangerous, dovey. That’s why you need to be careful with Nick. The only thing he cares about is his pride, and the minute you hurt it somehow he’ll make you pay for it severely. It doesn’t matter your gender, age, or the feelings you nurture for him. Once you mess with Nick Jackson, he can and will make sure you pay for it in ways that will make you wish you were dead”.

Pepper controlled the shiver that threatened to run down her spine and whispered “Everyone told me it was a mistake to do this. ‘You look like a desperate bitch’ is what they all told me. Why go after a man who won’t love you back? Why risk everything if he doesn’t even know you exist? Why potentially risk your life for a man who is incapable of loving anyone?” Pulling back suddenly, she began to dry up the tears she had managed to spill from her dark chocolate orbs “I’m so fucking stupid” She laughed bitterly “I thought that for once things were going to happen the way I imagined, how fucking naive of me to think that you would ever want something with me” Shaking her head briefly, Pepper opened the passenger door and stepped out to the warm late night breeze. Her heels hit the concrete and echoed through the deserted street like a sledgehammer, she continued to walk towards the loft in an attempt of getting Nick’s attention. Theatrical? Yes. Desperate? Even more, she had officially hit her fight-or-flight mode and this was a pathetic attempt to save her flawed character from seeing the concrete floor at a random alley before eating gunpowder for her last meal.

“Someone forgot to take their medication today” Nick murmured to himself as he stared at the woman walking down the pavement “Psycho bitch”, he quickly tapped a few numbers on his phone screen, and while waiting for the call to connect, Nick continued to stare at her.

“Hey, do a thorough search on Pepper Davis for me. I wanna know everything! Even what she had for dinner last night. Spread the word around and give me the info”

“Ok, sir. I’ll work on-”

“I want that information yesterday, Angelo!” Nick rushed before hanging up. He picked up speed as soon as the lights turned green, and while driving next to her he called “Get in the car, Pepper”

She felt her heart skipping a beat when Nick called for her “It’s fine, we’re close enough. I’ll walk to the loft, you can go”

“I’m not going to let you walk alone at this time of night, angel. Just get in the car”

“It’s fine, Mr. Jackson. I can-”

“Pepper!” Nick squealed the tires and abruptly turned the car to the right, just in time to stop Pepper from crossing the street, “Get in the fucking car, goddamn it!”

Caged between the car and the side block behind her, Pepper had no other choice but to get in the passenger’s seat.

The few minutes' ride to the loft was made beneath an uncomfortable silence. Pepper caught Nick’s eyes lingering a little too long on his phone screen, and she was sure he was waiting for something important about her. Perhaps Nick had asked someone to get info on her, her past, or even if she had any connections to his older brother. The only thing Pepper prayed for is that Matt has been able to spread the word about her ‘feelings’ towards Nick enough for it to reach the important ears already.

Nick’s phone rang from the dashboard and he quickly picked up before the first ring came to an end.

“Yeah?” He stood silent the whole call, only hearing the stern, mumbling male voice on the other end of the line. “Ok, send it to me through email as well. Alright, thank you”. Nick shifted into the driver’s seat, and as soon as they reached the loft area, he drove right past it.

“The lofts are back there” Pepper murmured, commenting on the obvious while her eyes kept a fixed gaze on the man beside her.

“I know” Nick grinned before taking a quick glance at her “We’re going back to my place”

“Is there work waiting for us?” She hesitantly asked, feeling that very same shiver from earlier tonight running down her spine.

When Nick’s only response was to laugh hysterically, Pepper felt a tingling sensation settling at the base of her spine, as if Satan’s scratchy fingernail was warning her of the potential dangers of entering Nick’s mansion tonight.

[nommygurgle]

Well then.

Fuck.

I stared up at the man who had his guts wrapped around my father. Not like that. Perv. I mean literally. My Dad’s leg (arm? I don’t know. A limb.) was making a huge bulge in the man’s happy trail. Which I could only see because his sweater was a crop top now. And because it was six inches from my face.

He looked in my doorway while I sat frozen on the floor. He was a big man, bearded with dark skin and a crew cut. Probably used to be muscular but now he had dough on all his edges. His stomach made a few exploratory pops, like it was testing my dad for an opening. He stepped forward, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Here. Sorry, it’s been a long day, otherwise I would stay to chat. Take my next token. *URRP!* He was a wonderful client.”

There was a pause and then something landed next to my hand and then I heard his footsteps creak on the porch, heavy but even. My dads voice was calling my name, muffled by a wall of flesh. I think he was saying he loved me. I was shaking too much to do anything, but I opened my eyes. There were two smooth white discs on the floor next to me. One had a blinking “R” on it, shining green. The other was featureless and both were the size of my thumb. Prize Tokens. As I touched the Redeemed token, it vibrated and pricked my thumb.

“Next of kin: verified. Transfer of assets: complete. Note: subject was willing. $100 bonus awarded to next of kin. Please consult the D.I.A for any further concerns.”

Then it turned black. That was it. I stood, and placed it on the table near the open door. As I did so I noticed that my watch was buzzing softly, and the face blinked green. I flicked my wrist and a video message began to play. My father.

“Hey string bean. I called your office but they said you were in a development, uh, something or other.” Development review session. A fancy way of saying waste of time.

“Anyway I didn’t want to bother you just to say goodbye. You know how much I love you. But I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Your mom was supposed to have me, but….that didn’t work out. My fault, no matter what you think. Anyway I got you a present. I know you’ve been selling your tokens to keep my business afloat. Bless you for that. But I would have rather seen you happy. It’s been torture watching you dwindle to a shadow just because the world is too fast for me to grasp anymore.

So. When you’re ready, I got you a coach, all paid up. Your first appointment is on Sunday with Nora Greene. Oh! And there’s something in the kitchen for you. The rest is up to you, Carmen. I hope you make it big! And find someone to share it all with. Oh! There’s my ticket out of here. Isn’t he a beauty? Such a nice boy. Married though. Sorry honey, I tried. Goodbye!”

He smiled at the drone he’d used to record it, and opened the door to give Saul a huge hug. He was happier than I’d seen him in years. I couldn’t help but laugh. I walked through the house toward the living room and spun with a yelp as someone waved from the kitchen table at me and called out my name.

“Wha-! Who!?”

A dark haired boy stood there, my age but a little shorter, and he was wearing a feed suit. Tight green shorts with black piping, and a top to match that left his midriff bare. His creamy stomach was gently padded and his round cheeks were flush with excitement. He grinned at me, bounding forward and shaking my hand.

“Hello! Harlan told me so much about you! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Oh… he wasn’t kidding! You’re thin as a garden hose.”

He spun me around, eyeing my flat body, my spare cheeks and clicking his tongue. I shook my head to clear it, and asked the obvious question. Since when did my father have so many friends? And why was he telling everyone about my diet!?

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

He looked nonplussed for a second. He stepped back and gestured to himself, spinning.

“Um….hello? Im your Meal, Joseph! Harlan had me contracted for you! If I’m not to your liking you can send me back for another that suits your preferences, or spend some time fattening me up. Sorry, Im non refundable, heh. Harlan did pay for the full package though. I cook, clean and consult as well.” He giggled. I just stood there staring, and he sobered. He laced his fingers into mine and drew me to the couch.

“Harlan said that you’re not good on your own. If you’ll let me, I’d like to be here for you until you figure out what you want. You don’t have to eat me either. Park me on the street and I’ll be gone by the end of the day, like a free couch. For now, just rest. There’s a plate in the microwave, and your room is all set. Just call me if you need anything.”

He rose, and rubbed my shoulder before going upstairs. I sat there for a long time, thinking about the last thirty minutes. Then I warmed up the food. Dad had made me Shepards pie. My favorite. I sat down and tucked in, purposely shoving all the thoughts away. My watch chirped as everyone got the digestion ping for my dad. People from work, his old friends, and his employees. Oh god. My employees.

Nope. Not thinking about that. Shepards pie. Responsibility free Shepards pie. Not a new job, or a weirdly diligent food person, or my dad telling me to make him grandchildren from beyond the grave. ONLY PIE. Yum.

Fuck.

[simpforfictionalmen4ever]

Could you do an Aaron x daughter reader one shot where she is pregnant at a really young age and like a lot of angsty stuff idk

Yessss but also I'm not really familiar with angst 😅 but here you go

Warnings: angst , teen pregnancy, fluff

I'm going to fuck this kid up.

That's the only thought in my mind for past 7 months. My dad is already disappointed in me and I'm tired seeing it in his eyes everyday yet he will not go to work without kissing my very visible belly bump.

"bubs you're spilling the coffee" my thoughts were interrupted by Penelope

"oh shit " i started cleaning up the mess i made but i felt strong hand sneaking up on my waist

"let me take care of it sweetheart" i heard my dad's husky voice

"no need da-"

"go rest movie night has been tough on you " it has because everyone has been walking on eggshells

"yes mama come here " said Derek and tapped seat next to him

"okay" i rolled my eyes and grabbed my coffee

"you know caffeine is believed to cause the blood vessels in uterus and placenta to constrict , which could reduce the blood supply to the fetus and inhibit growth " announced Reid

"okay! I get it I'm bad mom. I suck ! I got knocked up at 16 , i drink coffee ,i eat junk-" I don't even know where this came from, i was pretty good at bottling up

"darling calm-"

"save it dad ! Everyone knows im a huge failure to you, i'm not your super girl anymore . I'm just girl who was stupid enough to threw her career away" i shouted and tears smeared my face. "I'm sorry"

"I'm going to sleep" i mumbled and started walking towards my room

"i didn't mean it, I'm sorry" said Reid

"it's okay its not like i have lack of reminders " i chuckled and closed the door. I dropped my heavy body on my bed and sighed

After 5 minutes there was a knock on my door and i murmured 'come in', of course it was dad.he sat down on the edge of the bed

"hi"

"hi"

"i just want you to know that you will never be able to do such thing that can change my mind about you. I'm so proud of you little one and i get it why you feel anxious" he took my hand to stop me from picking my nails " you are very young and everything around you is so intimidating, but I'm here , you will never be alone even if things go out of the hand-"

"dad i screwed up everything and right now im screwing up this little guy . No one wants failure as their mom "

"shush. You aren't the failure you hear me ? And you are going to be amazing mom . I know you aren't a coward and i think you are going to nail everything. You have no idea how special you are, you have very long and successful life ahead of you, so it's okay to feel stressed right now you don't always have to be strong. "

"dad-"

"little Hotchner is so lucky to have you as their mom. I'm proud of you" he whispered as he wiped the tear that was streaming down on my cheek

"so what about i make you a bath? Hm? And some hot chocolate"

"you really are proud of me?" I asked with cracky voice and he chuckled

"is it possible to not be proud of my little superstar?" He said kissing my forehead

[sexisdisgusting]

ALSO SORRY FOR SO MANY ASKS DJHDFJHDJHD

but do you or any other radblr lesbian girlies have advice for dealing with a "conventionally attractive" body aka an oversexualized body? big ass, big tits, small waist. I hate how i was groomed into believing that coping with sex was okay. i hate how i tried "being more feminine". like i can never get that money back and i can never take back the times ive let those men use me. it sucks. what sucks even more was that ofc it was other women, the handmaidens, who were the main ones to perpetuate that agenda. Because if men were like "yeah its okay to wanna be raped again <3 and getting with men to play out past trauma" then everyone would know their intentions. but no, it was seeing all the women be like "omg this helped me a lot <333 !! and im so much more happy now!!". showing off their age regression stuff. god i hate it. Without those women, there wouldnt have been anything to begin with. I wish more women saw through that BS.

also, to cope with gender dysphoria (like actual gender dysphoria) all ive been doing is just objectifying myself. since my body is very "feminine". its the fucking Porn Artist stereotype. I hate it. I feel like a walking object. I feel like its why I wanted to be a boy, like i wish I had no tits and no ass. because then i wouldnt be sexualized. Buying clothes to "hide" my body doesnt help because then i feel bulky/stuffy and overwhelmed. I hate how i use my body for social validation since because my face is deformed, its all I basically have.

lol im kinda glad though that I struggle with this in a way.... because it made me detrans. Especially seeing as i didnt even feel accepted as trans since I was a transmed. And then seeing these "omg trans healthcare saves lives, tho!!" people go about supporting literal AGPs truly peaked me. When my one ex friend group all trooned out at once, all the men being AGP anime / porn obsessed freaks who previously made fun of my trauma and victim mentality (despite me literally being marginalized) .... now theyre all pretending to be oppressed despite being white men from upper middle class families. Like damn, I AM NOT being in that community then. If that gets accepted? Yet me and my gender dysphoria diagnosis at a young age wasnt? Then nah. Its all nonsense.

i wish lesbian spaces werent taken over bc all this shit be isolating. Like im so sick of sex and porn and all that, i want LOVE goddamnit. Love and friendship. I am so burnt out, dude.

HIIIII MY LOVE, thank you so much for your ask

ugh i can feel first hand how tired you are with this shit in your wording, and i can relate, its really fucking draining

reading about your journey was really interesting, thank you for sharing it with me, im so happy you feel im a safe space for you because thats what i aspire to be <3

ALSO u dont have to apologize for sending a lot of asks, i love it

i feel for you, mootina

its hard to truly love your body and accept it as yours especially when you see pornsick idiots fetishize it

i read recently about the concept of body neutrality, and its where instead of praising, or hating your body, you simply thank it for doing all it does for you, i think perhaps looking into that will help you feel more in tune with yourself, and your body

also, of course this goes without saying, but feminist literature can help you, and also researching the female anatomy

in my struggles with my body, learning more about the capabilities of it helped me a lot with how i felt regarding it, and made it easier to tune out the fuckery of whatever anyone else has to say about it

i love you so much, ill leave the floor open for anyone else who has advice for you

thank you again for entrusting me with this <3