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Joel Miller Masterlist - NSFW

And other Pedro characters

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⚠️ 18+ joel x f!reader unless otherwise noted. Darkness ratings (D - Darkish to Dark, DD - Extra Dark, DDD - ultra dark) are subjective and relative. dark doesn't automatically mean it has dubcon (DC) or noncon (NC), but many do (check warnings). The noncon I write is physically enjoyed by reader. Dubcon is often situations that diminish the ability to truly consent. Like drugs, captivity, or power imbalance, but in many dubcon fics, reader is willing or even enthusiastic.

🍒 innocent reader | 💤 somnophilia | 👴/🧔‍♂️ explicit age gap

MASTERLISTS - AUs, Collections, and Series

Night walks (AU) 👴 D, DC (drugs). hot, older pothead neighbor who talks dirty.

Raider Joel DD. NC (at first, via implicit threat), DC (stockholm syndrome). This is a big AU with lots of lore and interaction.

Silence can never be bought (dbf, AU)👴⭐ You catch him in a compromising position.

Left in Lincoln (dbf x virgin) 👴🍒 DD Your dads trust him to look in on you while they're gone.

Stepdad 🧔‍♂️D You catch him perving on your insta and start toying with him. You seduce him.

Slasher Joel DD DC - You're DTF but end up fcking for your life when you offend him.

Vampire Joel DC - he's been waiting for you for centuries and can't let you go once he finds you.

The Raid D, DC - Javi & Steve find you on a drug raid and take you under their wing, in a way.

Speakeasy (Collection, no plot) - Exhibitionist one shots and drabbles.

Thighs out (bf's dad) - Your bf strays and his hot, slutty dad makes you feel better, much better.

Brotherly Sharing - Several pairs of miller bros. including uncle tommy & leopard print.

✨Free Use - D, DC, 💤 👫

for survival (2003)

For Survival (1.4k) - Joel, a stranger, saves your life, you fuck during evacuation.

For Survival 2 (1.4k) - fucking in your sleeping bag trying to be silent.

dark mode!Joel ULTRA dark - DDD, 👫

Dark mode (knife)You activate Joel's dark mode for your own enjoyment.

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode) He won't stop when a clicker appears. You try to punish him.

just the tip D, DC (power imbalance) 🧔‍♂️🍒

Just the tip 🍒 he coaxes you into full piv.

surveillance (imagine) he watches you.

Just the tip (really) you've been trying not to fuck him and this time it's really just the tip.

VIRGINS

Aches, thoughts, and needs 👴🍒 outbreak

Night Talks 🧔‍♂️🍒 D, DC best friend's dad

Patrol - pt. 1; virgin patrol 👴🍒 DD, DC

Virgin sex worker (v loss) D 🍒

Ready for her ( part of Miller Bros)

See also, Lincoln series and Just the Tip above.

⬇️ ONE SHOTS, miniseries, misc⬇️

Post-outbreak

you almost die then get used D, NC, 👫

Possessive cum play D, 👫

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out D, 👫

Jealous of you/Tess (degradation) D, DC mean

Bone broth (consensual noncon) 👫

non-con while you sleep D, NC 💤

movie night (in public) 👫 Under a blanket

Caught DDD very mean Joel, ✨At the table

Lazaretto (NC. sex pollen)👴, PART 2, DC

caught masturbating (300) D

the old fashioned way (1k) D He breeds you

Pre/Non-oubreak/AUs

pawn shop (GILF Joel) ��D

canopy, pt 2 (caught) ��🧔‍♂️ dbf in your old bed

Fucking Joel at your dad's house dbf

Breeding couple ; Pregnant , 👫

in the ass like a good girl anal drabble

Window (peeping tom) pt.2 date next door D

caught Drinking ( DDDNE) 🧔‍♂️DDD, NC sarah's friend is punished

sleeping Beauty 👴💤, 👫 CNC.

that's the spot (masseur!Joel)

gas station skeeze (300) 👴

packing: butcher!Joel DD, DC

personal trainer , part 2 D, DC

daddy Joel ��🧔‍♂️, a day in the filth

miniseries: jalbird - cellmate's nephew

dark nurse!Joel (sex pollen imagines)

locket - DC best friends dad x dark! reader

HCs, imagines, other

Free Use / Objectification HCs - you can put Joel in different modes for your enjoyment.

Brothel Reality Show

✨Trucker Joel

Multi-Joel Art & Misc

Lmk if yours is missing, ✨section in progress✨

Joelkémon cards by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

JOELS AS CATS by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel's as cats pt. 2 not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Dick HCs - size, appearance, and more

random hot things from HBO canon

Joelkémon astrology by @wannab-urs

Mood board of joels by @milla-frenchy

joels as texts by @iamasaddie

Buzzfeed Quizzes

by @missannfairy & @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Which Joel are you most compatible with?

Which Joel are you?

Which Joel to spend the holidays with?

Compatability: Valentine's Edition

Other pedro characters

Javi G. - Watch you watch him fuck his wife. Nick watches. You're Javi's wife.

Ezra - Sleep time: pt. one (250), two 💤(850) D You bait Ezra pt.3 Ezra strikes back. DC ; ✨ The Green

Javi P.

hunt and peck (2.7k) 6/30

THE RAID ongoing series

[cyberpunkgyu]

Confidence Is Key - P.SH

pairing: quiet sunghoon x quiet fem reader!

genre: romance, fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: i have so many drafts, so here is another one :) i don’t know how to feel about this one though, but hope you guys like it!

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“i have a girlfriend.” is what came out of sunghoon’s mouth as a girl tried to ask for his number.

the thing is, he didn’t have a girlfriend. he is single by choice, but jay would tease him about it. “you got no game bro.” he would say.

sunghoon is very well known in the university, however, he isn’t much of a talker and likes his alone time. he is known as the “quiet one” out of his friend group, which includes jay, jake, and heeseung. don’t get him wrong, he loves his friends, but he also loves how relaxing it is when he’s by himself.

which is why he is currently about to go in the movie theater, by himself, about to watch oppenheimer. he already got himself a bucket of popcorn with a drink of lemonade, ready for some alone time. however as he walked through the hallway of the cinema, a girl, who seemed around his age, approached him, with her friends watching her from behind.

although he told her about him having a girlfriend (sunghoon’s go to excuse), the girl for some reason still won’t leave him alone. she was fluttering her eyes, obvious that she was checking him out.

coincidentally as he glanced behind him, he saw you walk towards his direction, and it looked like you were alone as well, but you haven’t noticed him yet.

“there she is!” he let out an awkward laugh, gulping at what he was about to do. “ynnie!”

you looked up, not expecting someone to call your name, recognizing sunghoon, who is in one of your classes this semester. and did he just call you, ynnie?

you looked at him confused before glancing back at the girl who had a scowl on her face. “come on, the movie is about to start, wouldn’t want to miss it.” as he got closer to you, he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you in one of the nearest theater rooms, desperate to escape from the girl he encountered.

you followed him without any questions, not having enough time to react due to the sudden interaction. you both sat down in the middle aisle, watching him glance behind him, not even realizing he was still holding onto you.

“finally.” he muttered under his breath, finally being able to relax.

“uh.” you cleared your throat, snapping him out of his head. “shit, i’m sorry.” he finally let go of your wrist, weirdly missing the warmth of his hand.

“sorry about that, i-uh,” he continued, but for some reason unable to form his words. who is he kidding, the person he’s been crushing on is right in front of him!

you shook your head, an indication that it was no big deal. “it’s okay.” you gave him a reassuring smile and was about to glance down at his movie ticket, but he quickly hid it away.

“the movie is about to start.” he quickly said, holding the popcorn on his lap. he didn’t want you to see that he was supposed to be in the other theater room, for oppenheimer. when was he ever going to have the opportunity to be with you? this was his chance.

you looked so pretty. with your pink outfit, for obvious reasons. your hair was tied with a pink ribbon, loving how some of your hair were framing your face. on the other hand, he was wearing a dark outfit, again, because he was going to watch a movie very opposite of barbie.

little did he know, you did saw a glimpse of his ticket, when he was looking away earlier, knowing already. you can’t help but smile to yourself, fiddling with your fingers, feeling a bit shy.

both of you are now immersed in the movie, sunghoon glancing at you every now and then. he loves the reaction you showed as you watched the movie, mumbling softly, your eyebrows doing all sorts of movement, your bottom lip sticking out. you looked so cute that he just wants to squeeze your cheeks! of course he’s not going to do that, not right now at least.

your arm would brush against sunghoon’s every now and then during the movie, both of you blushing like crazy. sunghoon felt his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to bust out of his chest!

soon the movie finished, feeling as if time just snapped. why did that felt so quick? he hasn’t even interacted with you like he hoped would happen.

you two walked out of the theater room, surrounded by a crowd, causing the two of you to bump into each other. this made sunghoon wrap his arm across your shoulder, both of you making your way through the crowd, wanting to prevent you from being crushed. it felt natural for him to do that he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. both of you were so close that sunghoon’s sweet scent filled your nose. hopefully he can’t hear how loudly your heart is beating. it felt like it was about to burst! he felt so warm against you, and although it was summer, his warmth made you comfortable.

you both soon found the door outside the cinema, feeling the refreshing cold breeze, in contrast to the warm one earlier before walking in the cinema.

“well, that movie wasn’t so bad.” he said, now facing you, glad that he could still see you a little bit with the horrible lighting from the lamppost.

your eyes sparkled even through the dark night, seeing his cute little fangs as he smiled at you. “yeah, i had a great time with you, even though we didn’t really talk much.” you let out an airy laugh, “maybe we can do that again? and watch the movie you were supposed to watch?”

his eyes widened, lips parting. “huh? how did you know?”

“sorry, i might’ve seen your ticket. you know you didn’t have to stay with me there, sorry if i kept you-” you started, feeling slightly guilty as you thought about it.

“no, no. don’t be sorry. i wanted that. i mean, it was a chance for me to spend time with you.”

your cheeks heated up, feeling absolutely fluttered at the confession. damn, where did he get that confidence. sunghoon actually talking to a girl? jay would be proud.

“well, i’m accepting that offer of yours. you can’t take it back now.” he bit his lip, preventing himself from smiling so widely, waiting for your response.

a smile now painted on your lips, you nodded, “maybe we can go somewhere after too, and get to know each other?”

sunghoon felt his ears turning red, not being able to hide his smile anymore. “i’d love that.” he then pulled his phone out of his pocket before holding it out for you, looking at you admiringly.

you punched in your number, biting your bottom lip as you then typed in your name before handing it back to him.

‘ynnie ♡’

a cute giggle came from sunghoon, his little dimple popping out. you curiously tilted your head as you watched him type something, seeing him glance at you and then back to his phone. he held his phone to show you what he did, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

‘pretty girl ynnie ♡’

both of you all of the sudden got shy with each other, just smiling to one another. “um, see you soon then? i should probably go now.” you fiddled with your fingers, seeing the bus has arrived at the terminal by the cinema.

he glanced to where you were looking at before nodding, “of course. i’ll walk you there.”

the two of you walked to the terminal, your hand slightly brushing against sunghoon’s. you stopped by the door of the bus and faced the cute boy, who was already looking back at you.

“thank you for tonight.” there was a moment of silence before you suddenly felt a boost of confidence. sunghoon looked so soft and you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek without any warning, feeling him freeze at the sudden contact. his lips parted, his smile widening.

you waved at him before quickly hopping in the bus, making your way to the middle, sitting by the window where you see him step back, watching the door of the bus now closing. the boy typed something on his phone and the next thing you know, you hear your phone buzzing.

unknown number: this is sunghoon :) text me when you get home, yeah? stay safe pretty.

you looked back up and nodded at him through the window, waving once again. he waved back, watching the bus driving off.

oh my god. what just happened? you thought to yourself, now pressing your palms onto your cheeks, feeling how warm it is. looking back down at your phone, you start typing.

reply to pretty boy sunghoon: text me once you get home too! :)

sunghoon skip his way through the parking lot, not caring how some people were looking at him weirdly as he passed by. he is happy. he got to talk to his crush! and now he already has a second date?! he felt like he was dreaming, and he can’t wait to see you again. his pretty girl. well, not yet. but soon.

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bonus:

“ah! i don’t know what to wear.” sunghoon groaned, his hands resting on top of his head, pacing back and forth in his room, jay who was leaning against sunghoon’s door watches the boy in distress.

“damn. i’ve never seen him like this. he is truly whipped huh?”

“you know he can hear you right?” heeseung shook his head before going back to his game, being in the living room, which is in front of sunghoon’s room.

“i don’t know, pretty sure all he’s thinking about is yn.” jay purposely says your name clearly and loudly, making sunghoon snap out of his thoughts. “yn? did you say yn?”

“oh my god… he’s gone crazy.”

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Woe, Bedrock Bros reincarnation AU be upon you! (And make it dark)

The Bedrock Kingdom's a weird one. Weird, in the fact that it never has to deal with a dispute over who sits on the throne. Weird because it never has to deal with the consequences of a weak-willed or greedy or bad leader.

Because, there is only one of two people on the throne: King Technoblade or King Theseus.

It’s a cycle. When King Technoblade ascends to the throne after the death of King Theseus, somewhere in Bedrock, King Theseus is born again. And a search is immediate to find the newborn prince. When he is found, he is brought to the palace and raised with love and affection until it is his turn to Ascend the throne after the death of King Technoblade. And then King Theseus starts the search for his heir/his friend/his brother/his father/his son.

Round and round the cycle goes. No one knows who was originally the older and who was originally the younger. Not even the Kings themselves. It took a few generations before they started writing things down that they wanted their Future incarnations to know.

Because the Kings don't remember their past lives.

The cycle begins anew when a Young Prince Theseus ascends to the throne. King Technoblade lived a long time this cycle, and King Theseus's prior incarnation had lived the longest of any recorded out of spite because someone said he couldn't.

So, the new King Theseus is young. An adult, but barely in his 20s. He's impulsive and a bit impatient and DESPERATE to get Techno back.

He reads through some of his predecessors’ notes and sees how it can sometimes take YEARS to find Techno and he is enraged by that concept. He is going to find Techno NOW. He will NOT be waiting years.

The search is begun and King Theseus spurs his subjects on to hurry or else and finally there is an infant put into King Theseus's arms and King Theseus beams with joy at finally having Technoblade back, ready to adore him and shower him with all of the love that King Theseus remembered getting growing up.

The baby is not Technoblade.

Techno grows up in some obscure village in the middle of nowhere. His parents have too many mouths to feed and when Techno is 12, he is kicked out to try and make a living on his own. Cruel, but also common in his poor town. Techno does what many from his home do in his situation.

He lies about his age and joins the army.

You can join the Bedrock Army at the age of sixteen. For two years, you are in training. Basically an apprenticeship. At 18, you are a full-fledged soldier. If you are REALLY good, you can even become a Knight.

Techno DEFINITELY doesn't look 16. He looks MAYBE a little older than 12, but that's just because of his height.

However, like I said, its COMMON for desperate kids to be kicked out. The Military is used to it.

They just check it off as all good and let Technoblade in.

And Technoblade is very very good at being a soldier. He picks up a sword and learns at record speed. Like he had done it a million times and just had to be reminded of the controls. His superiors LOVE him. His peers’ jealousy is erased because Techno is just so likable. He can be so quiet one moment and then the next say the funniest thing that has his whole platoon tearing up from laughter. He is well liked.

News from the capital shakes the entire foundation of the country when Techno is thirteen and soon to become an official soldier.

Prince Technoblade was a fake. The nobility tried to insert a false Technoblade in order to steal the crown from The Bedrock Bros. It was only found out because the young “prince” had begun to act off. When King Theseus had looked into it, he found the conspiracy.

No one dared ask what happened to the false prince, but the hangman’s noose was frayed from how many men and women were forced to their deaths.

A Search was called.

Techno's unit was tense. They were aware that many of the kids they let in would be in that age range, though they couldn't be sure how many because they HID their ages. They start taking a quiet audit of their child soldiers while also working as efficiently as possible to gather all of the 13 to 14 year old in their assigned section of the country.

When they start interrogating Techno about his age, he lies.

He says he's one year younger than he really is. His superiors slump in relief, grateful that they don't have to risk giving up their best soldier, the kid who will DEFINITELY become a knight and the pride of their home.

Techno is just grateful they bought it. He very much does NOT want to even be CONSIDERED to be a Prince. Sure, his parents may have named him after the Previous King, but that was COMMON. There were so many Technoblades and Theseus's running around the kingdom. It didn't mean anything.

However, the fact that the Military had to hastily “fire” a ton of soldiers means that they don't have enough to escort the kids to the capital AND protect their stations. So they have to be very efficient on where they place their manpower.

Techno is sent to herd the kids to the capital. He is…very not liking that. He will just stay in the back. Its fine. No one will know he's younger. He is tall enough that as long as they don’t make him take off his helmet, everything will be juuuuuussstttt fine.

They make him take off his helmet.

When they enter the palace, they are not allowed to cover their heads. Technoblade grimaces and bears with it and walks behind the other soldiers, herding the nervous teenagers into the palace. It takes forever. Each child is being examined by the King Himself, before being dismissed and given three gold coins for all the trouble. A pittance to nobility but a treasure to the working class. They go forward in a single file line, some shrinking under the cold blue eyes. Others marveling at the gleaming crown atop a mop of golden curls.

Some of the kids are waved through quickly. Others, the King pauses on before shaking his head. Even fewer get pulled aside and led further into the castle.

Technoblade's entire gaggle of teens is almost through when King Theseus orders them to stop. Techno glances up at King Theseus and sees the man staring at him with narrowed eyes.

King Theseus demands to know Techno's age and he says 16. The King stares at him. The whole room stares at him, really. King Theseus had talked to VERY few in this process.

The King smiles and its sharp and he begins to talk. It seems like pleasant conversation, at first, the King even cracking a silly joke or two. Acting younger than he looked. He then compares the situation to something that happened when Techno would have been young. Techno nods along like “Oh yes, of course I remember that”

King Theseus just smirks and says that there is no way he would remember, because he would have to be older than 16 to know it. Which means he's lying. How much is he lying? Technoblade kind of balks at that, not sure what to say. King Theseus asks again about Techno's age. Royal Knights, not just the soldiers he came with, start to close in on him. Techno can't help but reflexively put his hand on his sword as they approach. Before removing his hand when he sees the number of knights. He cringes before turning to King Theseus and telling him he turned fourteen three days prior.

King Theseus just grins and orders Techno to be taken with the others. Techno is embarrassed as he's led back through the palace.

He is stuck with a group of boys that all…look really similar to him. There are around six of them.

The Royal Knights demand that Techno take off his armor which Techno adamantly refuses to do. He is not going without armor in this place. It could be dangerous. They tell them that it is for the protection of the royal family that he cannot be so guarded. Techno snarks something at them about that, and the knight takes it personally.

Techno is now jumped by around eight royal knights determined to strip him out of his armor like an angry hermit crab. Techno fights and struggles and definitely breaks noses and fingers before the knights get a good hold and finally start peeling his armor off of him.

Cackling draws Techno's eye, even as he is pinned down and a swearing guard is pulling at the buckles keeping his armor on.

King Theseus arrives with a bright smile and too bright eyes. All of the teens in the room bow.

Except Techno, still pinned to the floor and trying to kick the guard attempting to take off his shinguards in the crotch.

King Theseus is certain that the teen struggling on the floor with a scowl is Technoblade. He is CERTAIN.

But he was certain before, as well.

His haste had cost him fourteen years with Technoblade. Time spent on a traitorous brat instead of the one who should have been by his side. He won't let his haste ruin things again.

He'll go by the book. As boring as that could be. It wasn't the first time there was a case of mistaken identity for one of the Royals. His predecessors had worked out contingencies for just that occasion.

King Theseus would have HIS Technoblade back.

Techno is given a nice room. Far nicer than the barracks he had lived in. But the way the nicely dressed boy was moaning, you would think they were locked in a jail. So what if they had to share a space? It wasn't THAT bad. Techno just claimed the bed that let him keep an eye on the door and mourned the fact that he was armorless. It SUCKED.

They are then all tested.

There are a bunch of tests, some that he isn't even sure if they ARE tests. The king is at every one. They are things like picking out clothes to wear, or organizing jewels to your preference. Technoblade finds it very boring and, honestly, he tries to fail. He picks out a boring outfit that is COMFY instead of finery. He organizes the jewels by taste, which is bullshit, they all taste like rocks, but he is annoyed that his intentional stupidity doesn't get him kicked out.

He enjoys the wolf dogs. That's pretty cool. Getting to go out and pet the very intimidating growly dogs was neat.

The kid that kicked one dog was IMMEDIATELY escorted out and away. It didn’t matter that the dog bit him hard enough to bleed.

Techno nearly gets out of having to take a different test because he was hidden under dozens of little wolf-dog puppy bodies. He will remember that hiding spot for future use.

There are a ton of tests. The ones trying to stay seem to try and recreate the reputation of the Blood God. King Theseus is known to be the kinder of the kings while King Technoblade has always been quick to anger and ruthless.

(This is bullshit. King Technoblade was the type to quickly mete out justice, but never hold a grudge. King Theseus is VENGEFUL. He burns down whole noble houses when he's mad. Sometimes literally. But most people don't realize that because he is so personable and extroverted.)

Techno doesn't understand why his chill personality doesn't get him kicked immediately when all of these other teenagers are doing their best to imitate rabid dogs.

Technoblade only once nearly gets eliminated.

King Theseus gave them free reign over the library and, out of all of the candidates, Techno was the only one uninterested. Didn't go inside even once. Completely ignored it.

King Theseus himself interrogates Techno on this. Because of nature vs nurture, some things are BOUND to change from lifetime to lifetime. But King Technoblade not being a total nerd about books?

Impossible. Never happened.

King Theseus is a little sad when he confronts Techno, ready to dismiss the kid with a heavy heart. It felt a bit wrong. But he would do what needed to be done. He wanted HIS Technoblade, not another fake.

The reason comes quickly.

Techno can't read.

King Theseus almost sighs in relief at that. He assigns Techno a teacher to learn. Techno is skeptical and takes this as a sign that he should lean into the books=bad mindset so he can go home.

Unfortunately, he finds that he very very VERY much likes books. He is found multiple times at dawn, bent over a book with his hair a mess and dark circles under his eyes. He ends up falling asleep during the other tests, much to King Theseus's annoyance and amusement. They end up having to lock the door to the library at night so Technoblade won't sneak out and hide in there.

It keeps going until there are only two left. Techno and the son of a very powerless noble. King Theseus asks them both a question during dinner, telling them to think about their answer for the night and tell him in the morning.

King Theseus asks them what should be done with an anarchist who wished to overthrow the monarchy.

Techno snorts at that while the other scowls at Techno. King Theseus ask Techno about his reaction.

Techno is VERY DONE with all of the tests and wants to leave. He wants to go back. And, even though it is probably a VERY stupid thing to say to a king, he tells King Theseus that at this point he would give the Anarchist a high-five and then go take a nap. Literally everyone in the room stares at Techno with varieties of horror and rage.

Except King Theseus who is cackling loudly. He dismisses both of them back to their room for the night.

The guards are kinda glaring at Techno for his comment, which Techno is glad for. Aha. He can finally leave! He's in the clear.

As soon as the door closes to the dormitory, the other boy stabs Techno in the back.

The noble boy’s family was told by more powerful families that if they could make King Theseus take their son, then they would bail them out of debt. But, if he wasn't chosen, then they should kill whichever boy was Actually Technoblade. Maybe, if they killed him before he could ascend, then the cycle would break and they could take control.

Which, in practice, WOULD break the cycle.

But Techno was a VERY good soldier.

Even with a knife sticking out of his back, he is able to overpower the other teen. The teen screams bloody murder, yelling for help. Guards flood the room and yank Techno off of the struggling teen. It hurts because thet pin Techno's arms behind his back, even with the knife still in place. The guards help the swearing noble off the floor, many glaring at Techno. Techno scowls back.

King Theseus comes in, scowling just as much and demands to know what happened. The noble kid smirks slightly, before he says he was just giving his answer to the question. What should be done with an anarchist who wished to destroy the royal family? Obviously, they should die.

King Theseus turns to Technoblade, still gripped by the guards and asks him if he has anything to say for himself. Techno glares. At the King. At the Noble. At the guards.

Techno responds that if a King has to stab someone in the back, he was too Weak to rule the country anyways. Might as well let it crumble. Noble kid just scoffs.

King Theseus nods for a moment before he grins, something sharp and cunning in his eye. He walks closer to Techno and Techno refuses to cower in front of the King, meeting his eye as if to dare him to do something.

Carefully, King Theseus wraps his arms around Technoblade and hugs him tight. The knife shifts and Technoblade can't help but gasp.

“Welcome home, Technoblade,” King Theseus would say, before ordering the guards to grab the noble and chop off his hand. He had stabbed the prince.

The kid begs for mercy as Technoblade is led out of the room, quickly down the hall with King Theseus's arm carefully over his shoulder. He is pushed into the Physician's office, who is very surprised to see a knife sticking out of a teen's back. Technoblade is made to lay down. He is given an anesthetic.

He tries to argue with King Theseus about him being the Prince, which is hard with the drugs. King Theseus is just giggling while playing with his hair. Techno makes noises of discontent whenever he is so far gone that he can't make words.

The King assures Techno that even if he finds the King annoying at first, he will learn to love him.

And then Techno spends way too much time trying to run, only for Tommy to find him wherever he hides. The King is Stream-sniping or something. I just have to get back to work so I can't keep fleshing it out. But yeah. King Theseus is going to be VERY possessive of Technoblade.

Anyways, sometimes you gotta make Tommy older. As a treat.

I'm so fucking obsessed with this one, Lenn, you don't understand, it's just dsqhqsdqdskjdssdqHsqkjsqqshqjskhqsksq. I kept needing to stop while reading it to flap my hands with happy stims.

The potential? Techno being so, so hostile and every little act of resistance he shows just makes Tommy coo over him like "aw, that's so Techno of you <3"

Tommy is going to be real obsessed with making up for lost time. Techno has suffered so much without him. He'll need to ascertain Techno has the best, most spoiled life from now on. Whether he wants to or not.

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

[kunasthiast]

My God (2)

If last night's events are already stressful as it is, today's much worse than ever. With a visit to your father's office, what could go wrong?

Oh yeah, everything!

a/n: okaaaaay, so i'm halfway Chapter 3 as of posting this one >.<

I reaaally appreciate all your notes, reblogs, & comments for the taglist – it makes my heart flutter so much & it gets me so excited to finish this story already T^T

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,877 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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Taglist: @cr1sta11y @idk-bro-gay @tojis-ball-sack @thepurpleempath @fangirl-332 @jijijihanji @thedondiva45

As the first light of dawn crept into your room, a small gap in the blackout curtains that you forgot to fully close last night betrayed your efforts to keep the morning at bay. Yep, definitely starting the day this bad, how else will the rest of the day be like?

“Fuck,” you exclaimed so early in the morning. Or so you thought. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand, you tapped the screen to peek the time. 

9:54 AM.

With a groan, you closed and threw your phone somewhere in your room and laid down on your stomach. Face clearly being suffocated by your pillows. This life sucks.

“Why does it have to feel this way?” You said with a groan.

Flipping around, and lying on your back, you stared blankly at the ceiling. Absolutely feeling so devoid of everything in life. Your eyes are as empty as the void. It’s like everything was sucked out of you.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and yanked the curtains shut, shutting out the intrusive light. The darkness offered a slight comfort from the harsh reality of the day ahead, but you knew you couldn't hide forever.

With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself to your feet and began getting ready for the day. Each movement felt like a chore, every action weighed down by the burden of disappointment and betrayal. I hate everyone already.

As you made your way downstairs, the familiar sights and sounds of your family's mansion served as a stark reminder of the life you were born into. Despite the opulence that surrounded you, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at your insides.

Walking to your father's office, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation that awaited. The door loomed ominously before you, a silent barrier between you and the truth that lay beyond. 

With a heavy sigh, you told yourself, “Here goes nothing.”

Summoning all your courage, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, steeling yourself for whatever may come. Little did you know, the events of the day were about to take a turn you never saw coming.

—

“Okay, first of all? What the fuck!” You erupted, your voice dripping with anger and disbelief as you confronted your father.

His face tightened in disappointment at your choice of words, “Language, dear,” he chided, his tone laced with irritation.

Yeah, never mind all the fucking respect he deserves. Scoffing at him, you paid his scolding no mind, too consumed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. 

“Might I remind you,” pacing back and forth, you continued with your voice trembling with pent-up rage, “that you promised me a lot. A fucking LOT of times! That I’m the next head, only to have you pass it over to Sukuna – who by the way isn’t even a part of our family. I’m your family, your flesh and blood, damn it! I’m not even processing this properly yet and now you’re telling me that you already got me on a fucking arranged marriage to someone from the Gojo family? Oh, fuck off, father!” 

Your father remained unmoved, his expression unreadable as he calmly countered your tirade. “Honey, it’s just the way it is. Take it or leave it. And, for once, try to act like a respectable daughter,” he retorted, his words like a slap in the face, dismissing your turmoil cold-heartedly.

His indifference fueled your frustration further, and you fought to contain the seething anger threatening to boil over. “I can’t believe this,” you muttered, the weight of betrayal heavy in your chest with your fidgeting fingers.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, your father returned his attention to his book that you unfortunately cut him off from reading earlier, effectively ending the conversation. “I’m busy. Come back when you’re done with your tantrum. Now, leave.”

“I’m not gonna do as you say this time. I’m not gonna marry anyone from that fucking family,” you confidently declared with the fire still burning within you. “I’m not gonna be your fucking pawn, father. I’m leaving this family. So, deal with it.” 

Fuming with indignation, you stormed out his office. And, let’s not forget, you slammed the door hard when you left.

This is not the day I’ve envisioned to have today.

—

Back in your room, the weight of the recent events bore down on you like a heavy burden, pressing against your chest with a suffocating intensity.

Yet, there are no tears threatening to fall down anytime soon, just the palpable heartache and silent screams echoing through the depths of your soul. Please, I’m too strong for this.

As a way to make yourself calmer, that can help you gather your thoughts, you decided to go to your restaurant. Yes, the restaurant your father gifted on your 18th birthday. It’s apparently his gift symbolizing his support for your aspirations outside the family’s legacy. 

A bitter scoff escaped your lips, “Well, fuck legacy.” Words heavy with anger. As you made your way out your room towards the mansion’s carport, you know in yourself that you got to leave this place. “Yeah, I won’t go back home here,” you mutter to yourself as you approach your car.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you revved the engine, the purr of the powerful machine echoing throughout the carport. But, as you were getting ready to live, your thoughts inevitably turned to the arranged marriage your father and the Gojo family had arranged.

Just the mere mention of this family sent shivers down your spine. Yeah, I fucking hate that family. They’ve been your family’s rival from the start. Always the territorial disputes, the dirty, underhanded tactics, and the arrogance that runs throughout every family member.

And, then there was Satoru – the one your father chose as your groom. Well, he has no choice, Satoru’s the only heir of his family, definitely of flesh and blood.

To call him attractive would be an understatement – Satoru has that magnetic, alluring charm that was impossible to ignore. Heck, he’s beautiful. With those azure eyes, fluffy white hair, and velvety voice, he’s every woman’s dream – except you. You’re not even sure why you think his hair’s fluffy!

But, all beautiful things have ugly sides. And his was a huge ass dent to his looks. He’s a fucking asshole. Clenching your jaw, you tore yourself away from your thoughts and the carport, steering yourself towards the way to your restaurant.

The drive to the restaurant made you forget everything for a moment. With each passing mile, you felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease. As you pulled into the parking lot, the sight of your restaurant filled you with a sense of calmness. 

Stepping out into the cool embrace of the wind, you savored this feeling that offers a temporary calmness within the raging storm inside you. 

“I’m so glad to be back,” you murmured to yourself.

Pushing open the door to the restaurant, you were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling kitchen, the savory aroma of spices and herbs filling the air. Your staff, surprised by your unannounced visit, immediately greeted you with a mixture of surprise and fear. You rarely visit. Rarely.

You may own this business, but, you couldn’t really care less about the business side of these things as you’re too busy learning everything your father taught you with. And, this one’s not a part of it. Or, so you think!

He just gave this one to you when he learned you love to cook – which definitely by the way is a short occurrence in your life. You were bored, you learned how to cook, you made everything you’ve been craving for, and now you were bored, again.

But, you can’t deny the calmness that cooking brings you. It takes you out of your thoughts and just focus on prepping and cooking everything up.

Uraume, your most trusted confidante and your restaurant’s head chef, immediately approached you with a knowing look.“You’re only here when you’re stressed,” they remarked, their tone a mixture of sympathy and understanding.

You chuckled wryly as you made your way towards your office. “Yeah and today is no exception,” you replied, the weight of the previous events pressing heavily upon you. “I’ll whip something up in the kitchen. You know what to do.”

As you entered your office, you felt the sense of zen and calm wash over you. With each passing moment of taking in the familiar surrounding, the tension began to ebb away. You slipped into your chef’s jacket, your mind already buzzing with ideas for today’s creations. 

Glancing at the clock, you noted the time – 11:21 AM. Perfect timing. Your restaurant is supposed to open in a few minutes, but you instituted a rule long ago: when you were here, no one is allowed to enter the kitchen, and the restaurant will be closed to the public.

A tub of orange chicken sounds nice.

—

Sukuna's luxurious penthouse was filled with the soothing sound of water coming from the shower as he emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. With a flick of his hand, he silenced the insistent ringing of his phone, its screen lighting up with a call from Uraume, his most trusted confidante.

Walking across the marble floor towards his bedroom, his thoughts drifted to you, your demeanor from last night.

He knows you’ve been expecting to become the next head. He knows how frustrated you are feeling after the announcement has been made. He just knows. And, it amuses him to see your reaction, the way you wore your emotions so openly. He’s keen on observing you.

“Cute,” he mused to himself with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Dressing himself in a black slack with an unnecessary tight black folded sleeves, definitely outlining his sexy physique, topped with a suspender, Sukuna admired his reflection in the mirror. Yeah, more like it. His demeanor exuding with such confidence, power, and authority.

Adjusting his reading glasses, his mind buzzed with what’s to come for the day – negotiate with the Naoya from the Zenin family regarding the territorial disputes, dealing with the underground firearm deliveries he missed last night – all in a day’s work for a man of his calibre. 

Yet, amidst the chaos of his busy schedule, thoughts of you lingered, an unexpected distraction in his otherwise meticulously organized life.

Shaking this off, Sukuna stepped out onto the expansive balcony overlooking the city skyline. Before he could go on with his day, there was one matter that demanded his attention. Gotta see princess first.

As he reached for his car keys, Sukuna’s thoughts went back to you, a nagging reminder he couldn’t quite shake. How the fuck are you doing now. And, he can’t believe he’s this worried about you.

Brushing aside the thought for the nth time, Sukuna exited the penthouse with a confident stride, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

As he was walking towards the elevator, his phone buzzed with an incoming text message. Glancing at the screen, a smirk tugged at his lips as he read the words: “She’s here.”

“Talk about coincidence,” he chuckled to himself.

Yeah, he can’t wait to meet you.

—

Sukuna stepped out of his sleek black car, the sharp click of his shoes against the pavement. He approached the entrance of the restaurant – which has a sign that says ‘closed’ – and his gaze fixed with a single purpose: to see you.

Pushing open the door that Uraume left unlocked for him, he stepped into the warmth of the restaurant, the savory aroma of the spices and herbs enveloped the cool air. The whole place is completely deserted with only Uraume sitting at one table. 

“Where is she,” Sukuna commanded as Uraume pointed towards the kitchen as their answer.

Sukuna’s eyes swept across the room, his gaze setting on the bustling kitchen where you were too focused on. There was a flicker of intrigue in his eyes as he watched you move, completely absorbed in your culinary hobby. You once told him that it was just a hobby and it sticked to him.

As he approached to observe you, the noise of the kitchen seemed to dim. Sukuna’s presence filled the space around you. Sensing him, a prickling sensation at the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine. Can’t this day get any better?

Turning, you met his gaze head-on, your expression guarded. Yeah, still attractive. You roamed your eyes on his whole physique, with a quick glance at his folded arms that showed his defined biceps. Okay, wrong move because the fluttering pterodactyls in your stomach are back.This made you sigh and cut your gaze off him.

“What do you want?” You asked, your voice tinged with a hint of irritation and skepticism. Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your boldness, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“I came to see you, princess,” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with charm. You swear even without looking at him, you can see his smug smile that you want to wipe off his face and kiss – okay, what the fuck was that?

You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious tone and breathed heavily to clear up your thoughts, choosing to focus on your cooking instead. Sukuna’s presence is a distraction you didn’t need, especially not today. To top it off, you’re not ready for another confrontation.

“I don’t have time for your games, Sukuna,” you retorted, your voice firm. “If you’re here to eat, then see yourself out.”

Sukuna chuckled at this with his hands unfolding to raise it to a low surrender pose, “I don’t have games for you, princess. You know that. Just came here to check in on you.”

“How did you even know I’m here?”

“Uraume.” Oh, yeah. Even though Uraume’s your trusted confidante, they also are Sukuna’s trusted confidante. It just works like that.

Sukuna’s response only fueled your frustration further. The pterodactyls in your stomach long gone. Of course, Uraume would rather reveal your whereabouts to him that tell you how they even got close with Sukuna. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance at that.

"I assure you, princess, I mean no harm," he reassured, his voice smooth as silk. "I simply wanted to see how you're holding up after last night.” Yeah, he’s here to gloat.

Last night. The mere mention of it sent a wave of emotions crashing over you – anger, betrayal, frustration. You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your composure in front of him.

“I’m fine. You can have the fucking title as the head of the family all you want. I’m out of this family,” you replied curtly. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, as he leaned casually against the wall near the door.

“Why leave?” He challenged, his voice dripping with casual disdain. “You’re just proving to your father that you’re not deserving to be a head. Too weak for this shit, princess?” 

“Oh, fuck off, ’Kuna. You don’t know anything,” you shot back, your tone sharp with annoyance.

Sukuna’s facade of nonchalance faltered for a moment, replaced by a feigned hurt expression. “It hurts my pride that you don’t acknowledge me that much, princess,” he said, his words clearly laced with mock sincerity.

“I can see it in your face,” he continued, his tone shifting to one of quiet intensity. “You don’t think I deserve to be the head.”

“Because you really don’t,” you retorted, your words cutting through the tension like a knife. “You’re not even blood-related to father, to us. Just a stranger who climbed up the ranks.” Yeah, you’re quite harsh on this one.

Sukuna’s smirk only widened at your brutal honesty. “Yet, a stranger better than the supposed one-and-only heir,” he quipped, his amusement evident.

Fed up with the conversation, you flipped him off. 

Sukuna chuckled, his laughter filling the space between you that made your eyes roll – you swear, you almost blacked out from that eye roll.

“Well, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me. I’m just a phone call away, princess. You know and I know that I’m on your speed dial,” he said with a wink and a smug smirk yet his tone is surprisingly genuine and a bit flirtatious.

But before he could make his exit, you called out to him, the desperation evident in your voice. “Wait.”

Oh, fuck his captivating eyes. Fuck his infuriatingly sexy smirk. Fuck the way his muscles strained against his tight shirt. Fuck those damn eyeglasses that he doesn’t even have to wear because he has a clear vision! Fuck everything, it’s all too much. I just need a way out so fuck my plan, too.

Sukuna paused, turning back to fix his gaze on you with a newfound intense curiosity glinting in his eyes. “Missed me already, princess?” His lips curled into a smug grin as he spoke, a hint of amusement lacing his words. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you gathered the courage to blurt out the unexpected request. 

“Marry me, ‘Kuna.”

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran who will take care of you~!

Bro's a cutie actually- I can't believe he was written on a whim- You don't understand how much I love this old man- (I'd probably ride him until we both pass out-) This is unfortunately a fem reader scenario. Sorry, pookies- I can't make a descriptive scene if it can be both a dick and pussy. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. Anyways- This was written with "Guys My Age" put on the entire time- Probably explains all this- *** You don't know why it took you so long. If the you in the past knew just how good you could feel right now... Lackluster hookups and immaturity would've been a foreign concept to you. It was almost unfair if you compared any of your past lovers to the man between your legs right now. His tongue so sinful as it drags across your sopping wet cunt— your fingers tangled in his salt and pepper hair, his once combed hair now disheveled because of you. To be honest... The both of you looked fairly messed up by now. Your back arches when he starts to nip your sensitive bud, sucking on it in a way that makes you see stars when your head snaps up as a response to his ministrations. A whimper escapes from you as a finger effortlessly slides in your welcoming inner walls. A shiver runs through your spine when he chuckles at how wet you already were. "Look at you~ Are you really such a whore for an old man like me~? I’m honored~” You moan when he adds another finger in suddenly, breath hitching when he slowly scissors you. Was this what experienced men felt like? It was like he knew exactly where to go, like he knew your body better than you did. He pressed the right places, he kissed where you were the most sensitive— he looked at you in ways you never knew existed.

So when he made you cum harder than you ever did before… It didn’t surprise you when you felt the urge to keep him with you. You wanted more: more of him, more of whatever he was making you feel right now. He simply smiled when you shakily grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He quickly took control of the kiss too, his other hand snaking under your own shirt to grope your chest. It was only when your tears began to fall from the lack of air— did he finally part from your sweet, glossy lips.

“Already tapping out, huh?” He teases you, smirking when you shake your head and whine for him shamelessly. It didn’t matter that he was more than a decade older than you— it only mattered that he made you feel better than anyone ever did.  Your heart only quickened when his thumb brushes against your drool-covered lips, sensually licking your spit off his thumb.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips as well, lips that were covered with your slick. Even in your daze, you noticed how his eyes roamed over your figure— looking at you as if he was about to dig into his favorite meal. A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest, his fingers leaving you to unbuckle his belt. Before you could even whine about the emptiness he left, your knees were bent into your chest. Your thighs spread in a way that allowed him to see just how much you needed him.

“Get ready, love. You’re going to find out that an old dog can learn a few new tricks.” *** You don't understand how much I love this man- The headcanons and a whole fluff/smut scene is already in the works. Like that baker dude on Tiktok always says: "I am awesome and my ego is still undamaged."

[laladellakang]

burgundy lipstick

masterlist | wattpad

italics dialogue = english

how the dark blood: engene ver. photocard shoot played out

real quick! i personally don't think that neck kisses have to be racy, like a peck to the neck is brief and innocent 

but the one i'm referring to in heeseung's relationship with della is the racy one, whoops.

The Dark Blood, Engene's version album. The most anticipated version among fans and the Enhypen members themselves.

The source behind the members' excitement? A neck-kiss that was supposed to take place.

For the photocard, all members but Niki were set to bear a kiss mark on their neck, with Della's lips serving as the boys' human-stamp and whoever wins rock-paper-scissors as Della's.

Yet the execution was cut short. Very short.

"Kiss here?" Della pointed at the side of Jungwon's neck. The first person appointed was decided by the staff. Perhaps Jungwon was chosen because he was the leader.

His coming-of-age could be an alternate reason. Since he is a recent adult, the staff wanted to check if it works with him.

And of course, there's always a possibility of the choice being completely random.

"Yup, just there. Maybe have it slightly askew," as the creative director and Della discussed placements, the young leader grew more nervous at the thought of his first ever neck-kiss.

"Okay, understood," Della mirror-lessly smeared on a burgundy lipstick, smacking her lips at the camera pointed at them. The rest of the members were all watching from afar, trying to be subtle with how excited they are for their turn. "Ready, Wonie?"

"Mm," Jungwon stretched out his neck for easier access. "Della is gonna make a kiss print on my neck," he explained to the future photoshoot sketch viewers.

"We're all friends here," Della clarified. "This is just bros being bros," as if their fans (or anyone) is gonna believe that.

"It's just a print," Jungwon added, immediately holding his breath when Della's head moved close.

"Like this?" Della asked the creative director.

"Uhh..." he stepped back and thought of it for a second. "It might be too sexy actually. It's a little too... suggestive– too grown up" he hissed with a tilt of his head. "Will buttoning up his shirt help? Jungwon, can you button your shirt?" but even with the slight change in wardrobe, the view was just too provocative.

"I think we have to discard the kiss idea and just switch to vampire bites," the creative director decided. "Unbutton them to how it was before and I'll inform the makeup team of the change. Please scrap this from the video," he informed before walking away.

As a leader, Jungwon was just hoping that his hyungs could get it together and not openly show their disappointment.

"I'll get going now," Della bowed her head and left to join the other members.

"What happened?" Sunghoon asked the girl. 

"The kiss thing is scrapped. We're getting vampire bites instead," immediately after, the boys let out a chorus of 'ahh..'s. 

Jungwon barely managed to hold in a scoff. It's just one tiny neck kiss, what's the big deal?

"Ya– how can they just cancel the kiss after testing it out on Jungwon?" Sunghoon groaned and threw his head back. After the shoots, all eight members were left alone in the green room to prep themselves before heading off, and it seems like the oldest five still held some unresolved feelings.

"They said it was too suggestive and sexy," Jungwon explained. "We all agreed that it is, didn't we?"

"I knowww, but couldn't they just make all of us get the mark first and THEN have it removed?" Sunghoon replied. "And while they're at it, NOT remove it from the behind episode?"

"Why? What difference does it ma–" Jungwon was cut off by Jay.

"It's easy for you to say! You were first up!" he pointed with a grin. Sometimes It's hard to tell whether he's actually serious with the second maknae. He usually gives out a smile while saying certain things. "You could quickly snap a few selfies and post it on Weverse or something. What a missed opportunity."

"What?" Jungwon seriously, truly did not understand what the big deal was.

"That's why I should've been first– they should've gone by age or something." Heeseung added with a sigh, manspreading on the sofa. "Della, darling, come here please," he pat his lap. 

"No, you're staying here," Jake wrapped his arms around Della, who was already on his lap. "Hyung, if we went by age then Jungwon will be first anyway since he's leader."

"That's not what he meant." Sunoo pushed Jake lightly with a giggle. "Like actually just age without consideration for leader."

"Ah is that so?" Jake monotonously said. "I want a lipstick print in public mannn!" he groaned out loud.

"I already imagined mine to be around here," Sunoo stretched his collar to show his collarbone. "What do you think, hyung?"

"It doesn't matter what we think if you're not getting it at the end of the day," Sunghoon replied, smirking at the pout the younger let out. "I imagined mine to be near my throat."

"Well it doesn't matter when you're not getting it at the end of the day!" Sunoo fired back with wide eyes.

"Ish!" Sunghoon balled up his fist with a grin. "Ya–"

"I wanted mine to be here, kinda," Heeseung distracted the two by pointing on the spot under his ear, just where Jungwon got his.

"Isn't that your sweet spot?" Jake asked. Della immediately scoffed out a laugh at his remark.

"How do you know where Heeseung-oppa's sweet spot is?" she laughed. The female member will never stop teasing her boyfriends about their never-fully-straight behaviour. 

"Anyways! I wanted mine around–" Jake tried to change the subject.

"Aish, get over yourselves, hyungs! I wasn't even set to get one," Niki laid his head on Heeseung's lap. "Stop being so horny," ever since he learned the Korean word for 'horny, he's been constantly using it to tease the older members.

"We're not!" the hyuppas and Sunoo protested.

 "With no mark on me, I was gonna look left out of the relationship," Niki muttered and closed his eyes.

"We're sorry, Niki," "We're really sorry, we didn't mean to," the members apologised.

"It's totally cool. Besides, if it's the neck kisses you're after, you could all just ask Della for one like any other day, simple as that."

"Of course! You need to give me some once we get home!" Sunghoon pointed at Della.

"Ya, ya, ya– me too! I want neck kisses too!" Jay sat up straight.

"Of course! You can't just leave any of us out!" Heeseung added.

"Why are you leaving me out then-" Niki was cut off by Sunoo.

"It's not your time yettt." he whined.

During times like these, Della usually stays out of the bickering. She can easily put a stop to it, but where's the fun in that?

Without a word, she got off of Jake's lap and made her way over to Niki, where she placed a chaste kiss on his neck.

"YA, YA, YA, YA, YA! What is happening?!" as his hyungs protested, Niki cheered and pulled Della in for a cuddle. Jungwon, Della and Sunoo were the only ones laughing.

'My men are absolutely adorable,' Della thought.

"You're laying on my lap and you do this to me?!" Heeseung playfully yelled at Niki.

"Maknae on top! Maknae on top!" Niki laughed, pointing at Jungwon and himself. Jungwon clapped his hand as he laughed aloud.

Being up first for the shoot has its perks.

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[randomfandomblabdom]

I really need to vent about how much I like Cal and Merrin's dynamic in Jedi: Survivor cause they've quickly become probably my favorite canon pairing in the franchise.

I absolutely love that this relationship is built on the basis of friendship, respect, and a genuine mutual understanding of each other. From gameplay comments and conversations, Cal is very clearly so enamored with Merrin and literally everything about her. I know it's become a bit of a joke how clearly into her he is but he just thinks she's the most incredible being in the entire galaxy and it's honestly the sweetest thing. The writers could have very easily made his connection to Merrin a weakness or had it where it made his struggle with the darkness harder but I adore that they allowed him to be completely smitten with her and presented it as a strength. It's refreshing not only in Star Wars but in media in general, at least in my opinion. Love being presented as a positive asset is something so deeply missing in media nowadays - especially romantic love. Far too often in this day and age, love is presented as a weakness or something that will only bring you down, so I respect the fuck out of this writing.

Oops, this got really, really long so I'm putting the rest under a cut. It's kind of spitfire, so I apologize if it feels random.

I love how their first kiss is Merrin basically making a split-second decision where she realizes she doesn't want to die without kissing him at least once even if it runs the risk of making things awkward should they survive. Is it cliche as fuck? Absolutely, but it works so well in this instance. Cal being so dumbfounded, gawking at her like a fish, trying to process what the hell just happened that BD has to remind him they're literally about to die is the best thing too.

I appreciate that Cal is so obviously hesitant about giving into any sort of romantic feelings for Merrin because, of course, he would be due to his upbringing. He's pushing so hard against it to the point that he's even completely reluctant to so much as discuss it with Bode when they're on the Lucrehulk. Personally, I don't think Cal is oblivious to their potential feelings for each other. I've never been a huge fan of treating Cal as completely naive. He still might be a bit emotionally stunted, sure but he's lived 10 years outside of the Jedi Order at this point. I think he's hesitant to talk about it because first of all, it's really none of Bode's business but also, if he talks about it, he has to admit it, and if he admits it, that makes it real, and if it's real... well fuck, now he has to do something about it either way which is exactly what he's trying to avoid. I think he's trying to stay as neutral about it as he can until he gets to a point in the story/his arc where he decides he actually wants or feels ready to make a decision. Bode almost gets it out of him too before they're interrupted. The progression of Bode's questioning during that mission is something I actually find really interesting but that's a different topic.

Many people have pointed this out but Cal smiling so brightly while Merrin is clearly freaking the fuck out of Bode is just the cutest thing. Not only because he finds such humor in her scaring the shit out of people for fun when he of all people knows it's a running joke but he also goes along with the joke any chance he gets. He does this even when she's not around. People will be freaked out by her and he still plays along and it's not even like, "Yeah, I know, she's fucking scary bro," it's more like, "Yeah, I know, she can wake the dead, isn't it amazing how scary she is!" Someone else already pointed this out in another post but that feels almost more intimate than any kiss they share. His attraction to her encompasses all sides of her including those that many people find incredibly terrifying and I find that so endearing, he wouldn't ask her to change for anything. He's the only person who genuinely isn't freaked out by her in the slightest but not only that, he finds that side of her to be so incredible. Also, Cal being so blase with Bode about his obvious attraction to Merrin a mission prior and then having the most blatant sexual tension with her in front of Bode in the next scene is peak comedy, I don't care what anybody says. Like, Cal, honey, you just spent the entire previous mission trying to convince Bode (and yourself) there's nothing there and/or you're not pursuing it, so you're not doing yourself any favors by looking at her like that, standing that close to her, and speaking to her with the cadence of a lover bro.

I love that the second Cal walks onto the Mantis after killing Rayvis, she instantaneously picks up on the fact that something's wrong. Literally instantaneously. You can see her face drop the moment she sees him. She just knows something happened. Her ability to read him insanely well is something that is introduced very early on in the game, most noticeably in the campfire scene, and it stays consistent over the course of the story. The following conversation they have is honestly one of the best moments between them in the entire game. It's this type of conversation I've been wanting to see with a Jedi and their potential lover since Revenge of the Sith. He is so open with her even in a somewhat roundabout way about his genuine fear of losing himself and while the conversation is not explicitly about their relationship, the implication is still there and she 100% picks up on it, especially since he wonders aloud why Santari didn't see the change in Dagan before it was too late. Instead of shaming him for his reservations or calling it ridiculous or anything else she could have said at this moment, she instead decides to possibly help curb those fears and give him some comfort regarding it. She goes on to basically tell him in so few words she knows what she's signing up for and is willing to cross those bridges with him if they come. It's a great difference between Cal and Dagan. Though it's never outright stated that Dagan and Santari were in love, I feel like it's... pretty heavily implied, or at least he was definitely in love with her (was I the only one who read it that way??) but whereas Dagan demands that Santari talk him away from the darkness and seems to almost expect her to, Merrin herself plainly offers to do it with no prodding on Cal's part. It doesn't seem to be a burden Cal wanted to put on her, not something he was inherently expecting of her but she willingly offers, it is her choice, she wants to carry that burden with him. While she does seem maybe slightly annoyed by his hesitancy regarding their relationship to each other, she is also so incredibly patient with him while he's stewing over what he wants to do. It's beautiful. As a side note, "A shared dream is not so easy to wake from," is such an amazing line. Seriously, I want merch with that quote on it.

I liked that going through with the relationship was Cal's choice in the end. Merrin didn't push it, she didn't pressure it. She let him bring it up and come to her when he was ready and if that meant potentially being rejected by a man she very clearly adores, so be it, and I have no doubt she would've respected that choice if that's what he'd wanted. I know a lot of people seem to think he only makes this decision due to Bode's questions earlier but it really seems to be a combination of multiple things that lead to this. Bode picking his brain definitely got him thinking about it, maybe more than he wanted to, but I do think the other big part of Cal being willing to go forward with it at this moment is his confrontation with Dagan that, while an illusion, did cause him to come to grips with his own mortality in a way. "How does it feel knowing you're about to die. That your life meant nothing." As Cal says, Dagan uses an extremely powerful force hallucination based on fear here, so while losing himself to the darkness might scare him, his life being completely meaningless is what he seems to fear the most. Cal's journey throughout Survivor encompasses many things but one of them revolves around feeling aimless and finding a purpose, preferably outside of being a hired weapon that will surely and slowly consume him. It's what everyone consistently tells him: find a home, settle down, embrace happiness because it's fleeting, the path you're on is not healthy and will consume you otherwise...etc. His decision here to give in to his romantic attraction to Merrin is a culmination of all of these interactions and conversations he's had throughout the story, how they've influenced his line of thinking, and him coming to his own conclusions regarding what he personally wants and at this moment, when things are finally, calm and everyone is in a good place with a plan going forward, he personally decides there's no point in living up to the expectations of the Jedi when the Order doesn't exist anymore and wants to see where this could go.

I love the fact that when Merrin witnesses Cal's darkness in the ISB, it's made abundantly clear that she's just as afraid of losing him as he most likely is of losing her. I do think a major reason why she was able to talk him down at the moment is that he fundamentally understands what it feels like to lose everything and everyone, your entire livelihood. That is what they first bonded over and it's something that keeps them bonded in the saddest, yet most profound way and he would never want to add himself to the list of people she's lost. She's also doing exactly what she said she would. In an instance where again, she reads him like a fucking book, she can tell just from his responses on the intercom that he's losing himself and is guiding him back. She immediately went to rescue him as she says. No question, no argument, nothing, she simply does it. She made him a promise and she kept it and in that moment, he promises that she won't lose him, he won't allow it. This is a fundamental difference between Anakin and Padme's dynamic and Cal and Merrin's. While Anakin's love for Padme quite famously ends up extremely selfish in an "I would lose myself to ensure you're not ripped away from me" type of way, Cal and Merrin's dynamic is leaning towards a more selfless, "I won't allow myself to be lost because I can't let that happen for your sake," type of way and god damn it, I love it.

There are several interactions they have in gameplay that I'm lowkey peeved weren't included in cutscenes and one of them is when Cal returns to the Mantis after all but demolishing the ISB, they have this really short but great interaction where Merrin says that if he ever feels that way again, he needs to tell her. She doesn't even ask him to do it, she all but demands it, "If you feel that way again, you will tell me." She's demanding communication from him regarding the darkness and he doesn't fight this demand at all. He agrees to respect this request and I fucking love that from both of them. I will genuinely be kinda upset if we don't get a moment like that in the next game.

I like how their kiss after they've successfully navigated the abyss is kind of their first kiss inverted but instead of "omg we might die, I need to kiss you" it's more "holy shit, we survived, I need to kiss you," but instead of Merrin initiating, now it's Cal. I'm probably reading too much into that but whatever, it's cute.

This isn't about any one part in particular but I do love that it looks like the headcanon so many people had regarding Merrin most likely being quite physically affectionate is turning out to be true.

...I think that's enough for now lol I might add on some things later

Apologies for any typos and thanks for indulging my rambling if you got this far.

[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 01: the 'meet' cute

wc: 0.7k | tw/cw: drug mention (jokingly)

Breathe in, breathe out. Slow and steady. The words echoed through your head, reassuring you little by little. You sat beside Jooyeon, waiting for Tsuki to come with you to meet Sunghoon. 

You couldn’t believe it. If you had told 11 year old Y/n that they would have the chance to meet THE Park Sunghoon, they’d probably faint on the spot. You’ve admired him for years, watching his figure skating competitions and cheering him on. And when he got announced on the line up for I-LAND, you did everything you could to support him from the sides. 

And now you were standing here, in the pristine white back rooms of the Music Core studio, less than 5 feet away from your role model, and crush. 

When you saw him on the ice for the first time at the ripe age of 11, you knew you were done for. The crush never went away, even through the gruelling trainee days that beat you up, Sunghoon was a light in the dark path to your debut. 

Different thoughts flooded your head, colliding against each other and spiralling through out your mind. 

The feeling of Tsuki’s warm hand on your shoulder startles you. You look up to see her bright smile and shiny eyes, and just like that, the nerves slip away. 

‘Ready to go meet the so called ‘love of your life’, hm?’ She teases you lightly, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat. Jooyeon shoots an encouraging smile, only to shove you so you’d finally move. 

You take a deep breath, ‘Well, as ready as I could possibly be…’ You mutter before Tsuki drags you forward. 

Getting closer and closer towards him, your nerves slowly creep back into your skin, infiltrating your otherwise composed mind. You turn to Tsuki to tell her to just go back, but even before you could get a word in, she glares at you, forcefully pointing towards Sunghoon. ‘You are doing this, Y/n. One way or another.’ 

Sunghoon has his back turned towards you, looking inquisitively at the vending machine. You take a deep breath before gently tapping his shoulder. 

He turns around, and suddenly the world stops spinning. His hair falls gracefully across his forehead, perfectly placed strands looking effortless. He tilts his head to the side, curiosity flashing across his face. 

‘Hello..?’ His voice snaps you out of your daze, awkwardness creeping into your limbs once more. Sunghoon clears his throat, eyes darting between you and Tsuki. A slow blush creeps across his neck, the crimson inching its way across his dazzling skin. 

‘Hi… I’m Y/n, from NEXUS. I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan of you, ever since your ice skating days. I even supported you through I-LAND, it’s so great to meet you.’ You stuttered out quickly, face heating up. The only thing holding you back from running away and never coming back was Tsuki’s strong grip on your forearm, her smile unwavering. 

Sunghoon smiles, and it’s like heaven on Earth. You swear you can hear a choir of Angels singing. He’s blushing more intensely now, a deep shade of pink covering his ears and cheeks. He stammers out a thank you, tumbling over his words in shyness as he bows non-stop.

Before you could say anything else, Jungwon is calling him, waving a brief hello to Tsuki as he sees you both. Sunghoon is bowing to you again, slowly jogging back to join Jungwon. 

As soon as they’re out of ear shot, you turn to Tsuki and let out a silent scream. She jumps up and down with you, hugging you tightly. 

‘You did it!!! You really did it!!’ She laughs as you both walk back, her hand slung over your shoulder. ‘And did you see the way he was stuttering?? Dare I say love at first sight??’ She giggled into your ears, teasing you lovingly. You shake your head, gently elbowing her side.

As you walk back to where the rest of your group mates were, you can see them cheering for you, proud faces all across the room. You laugh as you join them, happy that you could meet someone who meant so much to you.

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: speed wrote this like 5mins back, no beta reading we die like men (pls tell me if you spot any mistakes)

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[oracle-of-dream]

The Cutie At The Carwash

Summary: You heard about a carwash happening in the community from the nearby fraternity house. One of the frat boys, Sunwoo, really knows how to rake in the customers...

Pairing: Fratboy!Sunwoo x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k~

Genre: Light Smut

Contains: humor, teasing, pet names, slight dirty talk, Kissing

It's deep in the summer afternoon, the Sun blazing and the sky is clear and blue. All of your friends were sitting near fans and surrounded by popsicles but you were getting ready to go out.

One of your friends saw you walk out of the bathroom in a cute outfit. "Y/n, where the heck are you going?"

"My parents are making me go run some errands and I'm gonna go get my car washed too," I explained. "Did anyone want to come with?"

All your friends groaned at the thought of going outside.

You picked up your car keys and made your way to the door. "Call me if you want me to pick up anything while I'm out then." You walked out to your car, shielding your eyes from the Sun. You got inside, the hot air almost choking you and the leather of the seats biting your thighs. When you turned the key the car roared to life, air blasting out the vents, and you put in the directions to the nearby grocery store.

Driving around the neighborhood, you notice there is a long line that goes around the block. Men and women, mostly younger women, in their cars gawking at something further up the road from you.

Driving past the line, you see a group of boys washing cars outside of a large house. All of them are dressed in denim with white shirts, playing, laughing, and talking with anyone close. One of them had a crop top and a blue helmet with blue roller skates, he waved at you as you passed. His wave was friendly but it felt like an invitation that felt like he meant, "Why don't you come a little closer?"

You only caught a glimpse of him but once you did he was stuck in your head...

After what felt like ages, you finally get to the grocery store. Thankfully it wasn't as packed as it usually would be on a weekday afternoon but clearly, there were people busy with other errands in town... You ran through the store, picking up the food for dinner your parents asked you to get. That's when you hear a cashier at the front, "Excuse me, sir! Could you not get water on the floors, please? And take off your skates?"

The image of the guy from the car wash flashed in your mind. In excited wonder, you move to catch another look. You hide in another aisle, pretending to look at the ingredients on something in front of you as you move a little closer to the front door. Then you see him again.

His helmet is off this time revealing curly dark brown hair and his skin as a soft tan, which was darker in some places from being outside. He was wringing out his shirt near the entrance, the fabric still sticking to his body and showing his toned torso and abs.

You snapped a quick picture and sent it to your friends, "someone! Tell me who this is??" You turned your attention back to the man while waiting for a response.

He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that! We ran out of soaps for the car wash, and the others made me go get more. Can I leave my skates here and I go inside?"

The cashier, who somehow had enough strength to look respectfully at him, shook her head. "I'm sorry sit, I can't let you walk around barefoot either. And I don't think it's a good idea to leave your skates here, if someone were to take them, we're not liable to keep up with them for you."

The man hung his head. "Okay, I understand. I'll try and see if my bros can come bring me shoes." He put his hands in his pockets and then groaned. "I... actually let my phone back at the carwash–I didn't want it to get wet."

Something in you clicked and you were suddenly moving closer and opening your mouth. "You can borrow my phone, to call your friends."

He licked his lips, and the big pink lips disappeared under his tongue before resurfacing and forming a smile. "Thanks!" He took the phone from you, and as soon as he did he laughed. "I think your friends want to tell you something."

You looked over at your phone to see what he meant. Your group chat was exploding at the picture you'd sent. Your friends had a mixture of telling you to go for it, saying what they'd do to him, or asking if he has any friends for them. You felt warm in your face knowing that meant he'd seen your message too.

"I'm Sunwoo by the way," he put his hand out to you for a handshake.

You took his hand, it was a little cold from the water but the warmth from your hand warmed his. It was a slightly damp and awkward handshake, but to you it was perfection. "I'm y/n. And I'll delete the picture..."

Sunwoo smiled again. "You can keep the picture, I don't mind."

You blushed more. "You still want to call your friends?"

He shook his head. "I think you can help me instead, I need a jug of car cleaner and some popsicles, could you go get them for me?"

Trying to keep your cool, you shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. I have some time."

The cashier seemed to be okay with that arrangement as Sunwoo sat outside the store and you went to buy his items. After purchasing everything, you went outside to find Sunwoo relaxing on a bench with some girls taking pictures of him. They weren't even trying to hide it... You stood in front of Sunwoo, blocking their view, and shook him awake.

"I have your things, you can go now."

Sunwoo yawned as he sat up and stretched, his crop top coming up even higher on his torso. "That was quick! I don't have any money on me, but let me pay you back at least."

"How are you going to do that without any money?"

Sunwoo pretended to think about it. "How about a special free car wash from yours truly?"

Your skin flushed at the thought of Sunwoo covered in suds, pressing his body up against your car while you watched from the driver's seat.

"B-But I don't think I want to wait in that line. I saw it looped around the block..."

He shook his head. "No worries! You get a special pass to skip the line, just for you." He winked at you when he finished his sentence.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to look like a hungry dog. "Sure, I meant to get it washed anyway."

"That's great, it works out! So... second favor to ask–could you drive me back to the frat house?" Sunwoo let his eyes get big and leaned close to you, begging for your help.

"Yeah, I can do that. My car is right over there."

Sunwoo got closer to you as he stood, you could smell the soap in his hair. "Then let me help you with these," he said as he slipped the bags of groceries out of your hands and started walking to your car.

You followed closely behind, looking at the girls who watched him flirt with you. They mostly just looked jealous, one even had the nerve to scoff, but it made you feel fuzzy thinking they were jealous of you interacting with him. The car was still hot when you opened the door and unlocked the trunk. Sunwoo putting your groceries in and climbing into the truck too.

"What are you doing back there!?" You looked at him in the rearview mirror.

"I didn't want to get your seats wet, so I thought I'd sit back here. Unless you want me up there?"

"Well, I don't want to feel like an Uber! Get up here. Sunwoo chuckled as he climbed over the back seats and towards the front. You turned to stop him, "Not like that!"

Sunwoo was already near your face when you turned. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you mad." Sunwoo slowly pulled away and climbed out the back doors to walk around to the front doors. He sat next to you, somehow his hair still had water in it because you could see his curls dripping when he moved.

You drove Sunwoo back to the frat house, some of the boys shouted at Sunwoo when they saw him step out of your car. There were ten other boys out there, most of them half-dressed with no shirts and shorts on.

"Oh!? Sunwoo brought another personal customer!" One called out.

"Sunwoo~! This gonna be one of those customers?" Another called out.

Sunwoo swatted at them as he ran over with the soap and popsicles. The boys attacked the snacks while an older man filled the buckets up with more soap. The boys pulled him close and all crowded him, talking to him and cheering and laughing. One pat him on the back before Sunwoo ran over to your car with a popsicle and handed it to you.

"So you don't get too hot while I work, ya know?"

You nodded silently, waiting for him to get started.

Sunwoo laced up his skates and put on his helmet. The boys put on loud music and went back to work now that they had more soap again, but Sunwoo only worked on your car without any help from the others. He started by pouring buckets of water all over the car, gliding around with his skates. Then used the soap and sponged it to the car, suds and bubbles flew everywhere and stuck to the car and Sunwoo while he worked. Anytime he was close to your window or your eyes met, he'd wink at you. And when he wasn't looking at you, his body was pressing against the sides of the car, his toned and tanned body visible through the windows. Then Sunwoo picked up a power washer in one hand and turned it on, but no water came out. He shook it a few times before putting it up to his face. Then water shot out and soaked him, the other boys howling with laughter as they teased him. He sprayed the car and himself to wash the bubbles off, he was dripping from head to toe...

You were stuck watching for so long that you didn't realize you'd let the popsicle melt completely. When Sunwoo started drying the car, he moved to your window and motioned you to roll it down.

You rolled the window down. "Yeah?"

"Enjoying the carwash?" Sunwoo smirked.

You nodded. "Yeah, it's quite a show..." You drank the juice of the melted popsicle to keep you from saying something lame.

Sunwoo leaned more into the window, water and some soap dripping inside. "Can I try some?" His eyes motioned to the popsicle in your mouth. You handed it you him, but instead, he leaned past it and toward you. "Can I try some?" He said again, this time his voice was huskier and his attention was on your lips.

You just nodded.

He leaned closer, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. He licked at your lips, asking to be let in, and when you did he drank the liquid right out of your mouth. Tasting the flavors of your mouth and the popsicle.

He pulled away from you. "That's pretty good... Maybe, I can have more?"

You wiped your mouth. "I'm down if you are..."

Sunwoo opened the door. You turned toward him and drank the rest of the melted popsicle, holding it in your mouth, before kissing him again and feeding it to him.

He gets more passionate this time, letting his hands roam slowly past your neck. One passing down your back and pulling you by your waist into him. You let your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you out of the car and pinned you to the side of it. He let you move around and get comfortable, all while keeping this kiss connected. He only backed down when you needed to breathe, but would dive right back in when you let him.

"Is this something we can do more often, beautiful?" Sunwoo whispered in your ear.

You softly moaned in his ear, giving him approval for his request.

He chuckled, his vibrations passing onto you. "Then, can I make you mine?"

You giggle. "Go ahead then."

Sunwoo kissed down your chin and onto your neck, just above your collarbone. Biting around until he feels your breath hitch at one spot. He focuses there, biting and sucking on it until his mark is left there.

He looks at you with a devious smile and you look back at him, blissed out of your mind.

"Sunwoo! Stop tongue-fucking your new squeeze and get back to work!" One of the guys from earlier shouted.

Sunwoo shot back an annoyed look before he turned back to you with a relaxed and soft expression. "I'm sorry, I gotta go. Can I see you again, maybe sometime like tomorrow?" He looked more awkward now that someone had messed up his flow.

You laugh at the face he is making. "Yes, let's do this again sometime... I can try and make time tomorrow. Can I find you here?"

He kissed you again. "You most definitely will, and then I'm all yours. All night, if you want it that way, baby."

[bubuslutty]

40-something Moon Man ROCKS the Dancefloor! (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT!)

pairing: Marc Spector & Female Reader

word count: 4026

warnings: none

summary:

Marc Spector accidentally goes viral on TikTok after his uni student neighbour/friend drags him to the club with her.

a/n: i wrote this in a silly goofy mood and i love marc sooo much <3 Also I used Darling instead of Y/n cuz im funky like that.

“Please, Marc.” Darling begged the 40-something man while he tried to clean his flat.

“No.” Marc answered flatly, wearing a very washed-out and loose t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. His hair, now longer was tied at the back of his head in a tiny man bun.

“Why??? We’ll have so much fun and you need a night out to dislodge the stick up your ass.” Darling groaned and fell on her knees in the kitchen, ready to hold onto his legs and beg if need be. Marc sighed and ignored the 19-year-old teenager on his kitchen floor as he cracked another window open and increased the volume of the radio on the window ledge, BBC Radio 1 playing a Central Cee song in the flat as he picked up stray books, papers, food wrappers, socks and random junk, a bin bag clutched in one hand and a laundry basket clutched in his other arm.

Marc finally got himself to start cleaning his flat, he read that it would help his mental health to live in a cleaner space. That’s why she was over, she was meant to help him clean so it wouldn’t be too overwhelming on his own, and motivate him to get on with cleaning so he finished faster and could escape her non-ending yapping sessions. But now, it seemed like she was more interested in annoying him, which is literally second nature now, a natural reaction she had to him, annoying the shit out of Marc. 

I mean, he could literally kick her out, and scare her enough that she’ll leave him alone for good, he’s done it before, to other people. He’s tried, but she’s Steven’s friend and he can’t do that to him. And he knows deep down he actually enjoys her presence and would kill anyone that hurts her then himself. He cannot lie, the kid had a big heart and was incredibly kind and patient. He was a little jealous that her parents were able to make a girl like that because Marc knew he could never produce that level of goodness into the world. He can never come close. She was too good.

Marc dropped the basket on a chair and the trash bag on top of it, letting out a long sigh and putting his hands on his hips. “Why do you want me to go with you?”

Darling’s miserable puppy eyes immediately vanished and she got up from the floor, walking up to him with a huge grin on her face. “Well, first of all, you’re my friend, and I like hanging out with you.” Marc raised one brow and didn’t say anything.

“I found this club with great music and I really want to try it out,” Darling said shrugging.

“Why don’t you go with your friends? People your own age.” Marc asked, his arms now crossed over his chest. “People from my uni are… I never really enjoyed going out with them, sure, nothing terrible happened cuz we always stuck together but uh-” Darling tried to explain and Marc failed to understand why the hell she wanted him to go with her out of all people.

“I’ll just be in the way if I go with you. And I can always pick you up at the end of the night, you know?” Marc said and Darling frowned in confusion, “In the way of what?” 

Marc almost laughed in disbelief but held it together, “Don’t you want a boyfriend? No one will get close to you if I’m with you.” 

Darling looked unimpressed, “What boyfriend? You mean drunk finance bros with an Andrew Tate mentality? Plus, I don’t do hookups, I have anxiety, mate.” Marc was confused and Darling remembered he wasn’t as chronically online as she was, so he probably had no idea who the abomination of a man was.

“I just want the experience. I just want to dress up and dance all night without men I don’t know breathing down my neck.” Darling explained, picking lint up from her way too big t-shirt with a Pikachu plastered on the front, so she wouldn’t have to look at him in the eyes.

Marc understood and thought about it for a second before picking up the trash bag and walking to the area that was his kitchen and putting it on the floor, next to the bin. “You want me to be your bodyguard?”

Darling’s head snapped up, eyes wide, “No! I mean- Yeah, sure..” 

Marc pondered over the thought and asked, “When?” 

“This Friday.” Darling quickly answered, smiling big and all, excitement radiating off her in waves.

“Alright, but so you know, I don’t dance.” That’s also what Chad from High School Musical said but go off. Darling knew to keep her mouth shut instead of calling him out.

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Alright, enough.” He grumbled even though he was smiling, and ripped her away with his hands on her shoulders. “You won’t regret this,” Darling promised and Marc just nodded, he’ll see about that.

“Now, do me a favour,” Marc said, turning around and picking up two trash bags in his hands. “Take out the trash.” 

Darling groaned and Marc fixed her with a look and her shoulders slumped, taking the bags out of the door to put them downstairs.

🌙

“How do I look? Be honest.” Darling asked, standing in the corridors as Marc locked his door and shoved the keys in his pockets, his black leather jacket held in his other hand.

Marc straightened his back and analysed her outfit from head to toe. She was wearing a sleeveless, backless sparkly blue top paired with jean shorts and white trainers. Simply put, she looked pretty and it surprised Marc a little, he didn’t know she was capable of wearing anything but washed-out old t-shirts with unhinged slogans on them. It was an addiction at this point, she loved buying the weirdest t-shirts she could find on the internet. She even bought him a t-shirt once that said “I lactate”. And swear to God, Marc almost killed her right then and there. It’s still ranked as one of her “biggest Ws” whatever the fuck that meant.

“Not ugly,” Marc answered flatly and Darling grinned, that was Marc’s way of saying she looked nice. 

“And you look great, did Jake pick the clothes?” She asked, looking him over.

“No.” Marc lied and she giggled, because the one who dressed cunty every single time without fail, was Jake, and unfortunately, Marc didn’t possess the level of serve Jake did.

Marc was wearing a black short-sleeved button-up, unbuttoned at the top, where his David’s star necklace glinted against his tan chest, paired with black trousers and black shoes. Simple, clean. His hair was brushed back this time, but still, some curls fell over his forehead no matter how many times he ran his fingers through it.

“Let’s go,” Darling said after checking she had everything she needed in her small handbag.

The two decided to take the underground rather than Jake’s cab because it was faster than being stuck in traffic in central London. It was a bit busy and lots of people looked like they were heading to clubs and pubs for the night, dressed in all sorts of manner. Marc was honestly just looking around and taking everything in, he had never witnessed London’s nightlife like this, maybe saw some things from rooftops while tracking someone, but that didn’t count.

He saw an alarming amount of young men dressed in techs, standing in hoards. And girls wearing matching bodycon dresses. The underground station was hot, extremely loud and stinky. Darling was standing next to him, complaining about the prices that TFL charged. How ridiculously expensive the tube and trains were, even with a student oyster. He just hoped he wouldn’t get a nasty headache by the end of the night.

They hopped on the tube when it came, screeching to a stop, people spilling out of it in crowds. When they got in, they sat across each other as more people sat around them. And if it couldn’t get any louder, a man walked in with a big speaker resting on his shoulder and a cracked iPhone gripped in his other hand. “Bassline Junkie” blasted loudly as he sang along, and soon enough, a group of rowdy teenagers, around Darling’s age, started singing along too. Darling started laughing and Marc watched as the man started approaching them, goading the sitting people to get up and start singing with him. Darling got up and shouted the lyrics at some girls as they sang together. They somehow managed to drag Darling away from her seat, holding each other and singing loudly, multiple phones recording the scene. When they reached their stop, Marc got up and pulled Darling by the hand out of the tube before they missed it.

“BYE!” She shouted over her shoulder, laughing and breathing hard.

Marc let go of her hand and watched her put her hands on her knees, panting and straightening, fixing her hair and looking at Marc with bright eyes, “I’ve never done that before.”

He smiled a little, “Good job.”

“To the club!” Darling pointed in the direction of the gates, pulling Marc by his arm.

When they left the station, Darling let out a shuddering breathing, suddenly feeling very cold in the polluted crisp air of London. Marc noticed and frowned, “Don’t get sick.”

“Wow, thank you, Marc.” Darling rolled her eyes and started walking down the street, Marc following her behind. She turned around, walking backwards, “By the way, I have your jacket so I won’t get sick.”

“I’m not giving you my jacket, dipshit.” Marc said and Darling rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever you say.”

They spent 30 minutes trying to figure out where the hell that club was, bickering while following the map on Darling’s phone. At some point, she ended up locking arms with Marc after a rando whistled after her when she walked by and had to physically stop Marc from turning around and bashing the man’s face in.

When they finally reached the club, Darling was so excited and Marc had a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her through the crowds of people to the bar so they could get a drink in their system first and take in the place. “You’re paying, by the way,” Darling said over the loud music, taking a sip of her cocktail, this drink will probably be her first and last. She didn’t plan on throwing up on the pavement, and she wants to be able to remember tonight.

“You’re the one taking me out, aren’t you supposed to be paying?” Marc asked, leaning in so she could hear him over the music. “I’m paying for kebabs later. 50/50, yeah?” She said and he hummed.

He looked around and noticed how a lot of people were dressed, it faintly reminded him of the early 2000s with twists to fit today’s fashion trends. He could tell that this was the look Darling was going for, then he finally allowed himself to actually hear the music and was surprised when Flo Rida was blasting from the speakers, the floor vibrating under the weight of the bass.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Darling said after she finished her drink and dragged him on the dance floor, drink still in hand. Rihanna was now playing and Marc was a little mortified because he doesn’t remember the last time he danced in a club. Darling gave him encouraging nods while she practised a Just Dance routine without missing a beat as Marc nodded to the music, finishing his drink and trying not to laugh at her and failing miserably.

At some point Darling got rid of his empty glass for him and ran back, almost crashing face-first on his chest if he didn’t catch her. “THAT’S MY SONG!” She shouted over the music and Marc immediately recognised the beat. It was that Usher song that even the aliens from outer space could recognise, the one and only: “Yeah!”. Marc was a little confused because he was sure as hell she wasn’t even born when it came out.

“I WAS BORN TO SERVE CUNT AND SLAY THE CLUB!” She shrieked and Marc knew she must be out of her mind because there’s no way one drink made her say shit like that. He was dragged to the centre of the dance floor and Darling started busting moves he never saw her do, and Marc had to admit, she was a good dancer. But he was a great dancer.

He ran a hand through his curly hair and watched her dance with fire in her eyes. Marc smirked. Alright , if this is how this is going to go, then so be it. He popped another button open from the top of the shirt and rolled his neck, getting his muscles loose, nodding to the beat. Darling watched him as she bounced with the beat and honest to God, Marc started krumping. Krumping in the club.

Darling’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she screamed in delight, hyping him up with her whole body, “I knew you could do it!” 

He was good. Really good.  

So good in fact that the people around them started to notice and the space between them got bigger, creating a clear space where they could see Marc and Darling better. Darling didn’t even notice, her eyes glued to Marc who was absolutely destroying the dance floor. She didn’t even notice the phones pulled out to record the scene. And when it looked like Darling was starting to lose against Marc, a random girl squeezed herself through the crowd, handing Darling her drink and started dancing battling Marc. Darling was losing her mind, laughing and having the time of her life. The crowd hyped both the girl and Marc.

Marc was smiling the whole time, his curls moving this and that way, now falling over his eyes, sticking to his forehead. His face was warm and his necklace kept constantly swinging as he ate up every single person who decided to battle him. In between songs, he kept being offered drinks while Darling kept complimenting his skills. She was proud to get him out of his shell and was genuinely so grateful that everything went as planned. But most importantly, she was proud of him.

Hours later, by the time they left the club, the two were walking down the streets, singing together to a Britney Spears song, arms linked and still warm and sweaty. Darling had Marc’s (Well, it was actually Jake’s) leather jacket draped over her shoulders, keeping her shielded from the cold wind. Meanwhile, Marc may as well unbutton his shirt all the way down and take it off because it was sticking to him and a huge, very generous chunk of his chest could be seen, still shining with drying sweat. His hair was a little crazy because no matter what he tried to do, it refused to stay still and he didn’t have anything to hold it with. But that’s alright, he looked very pretty and he had a great time to care about his hair at the moment.

The two made their way to the first kebab place they saw. “What do you want?” She asked, looking at the old and worn menu above the counter, on the wall. “A number 2.” 

“Bossman, let me get two number 2s and two Coke Zero’s.” Darling said and the man nodded, “£22.98, please.” Darling reached for her purse. “I got it,” Marc said, digging in his pocket for notes before she had the chance to protest.

“I was going to pay.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes, feeling tired.

“You can pay next time.” He said, patting her head.

“You always say that and you never let me.” She complained, leaning her weight against him, cheek squished against his warm arm. “Yeah, yeah.” Marc checked his phone for any notifications and scrolled a bit while waiting for their food to be done. When they got their food, they left the joint because there were literally no seats in there, you just collect your food and leave. Marc held the plastic bag in one hand and wrapped the other around Darling’s shoulder just in case she tripped, she didn’t drink much but she exhausted herself to the bone, and he didn’t want to end up in the ER looking after her.

“Do you want to eat in the tube?” He asked.

“No, I’ll get sick. Aren’t there any chairs anywhere?” She asked.

Marc hummed and looked around, spotting a park? A garden? It was really small and fenced, and in the middle, there was a big statue of a man Marc couldn’t recognise. He walked closer and saw that there was an empty bench inside. Perfect.

They got settled down, Marc unwrapped their food and Darling complained about the cold bench against her thighs. “Sit on the jacket.” He said, opening his Coke and taking a sip.

“But then my back will touch the bench.” She complained and Marc rolled his eyes.

“Just eat your food.” He said and they dug in.

They didn’t speak for a long time, both looking up at the dark sky. There were no stars to be seen due to the city lights, but they could see the moon and the clouds. It was as peaceful as London could get. When they were done, they collected the trash in the plastic bag but didn’t move, still sitting on the bench, looking at the moon together. “Uhm-” Marc spoke and Darling turned to look at him. As soon as she met his eyes, he snapped his mouth shut.

Darling didn’t say anything, just looked at him with an open expression, eyes heavy-lidded due to sleepiness. Marc licked his lower lip and parted his lips to speak but nothing came out. So instead, he opted for squeezing one of her knees in his warm hand, trying to make her understand what he was trying to say with his eyes.

He wanted to say thank you. He wanted to say that he appreciated her taking him out with her. He appreciated her patience and kindness. He appreciated how she never judged him for being himself. How she was brave and strong and didn’t get scared easily. 

And Darling understood.

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It was around 12 in the afternoon the next day when Darling got a text message from one of her uni friends. She frowned in confusion, she usually never received any messages from them during the weekends. She put her spoon in her cereal bowl as she chewed, and paused the YouTube video she was watching on her laptop.

Darling opened the message. It was two messages actually, one of them read, “Is this you?” And the other was a link. 

She suddenly felt scared as her finger hovered over the link, she was sure she had a good digital footprint. I mean, she had profiles where family and friends followed, and she also had separate accounts online where she caused havoc without revealing her identity. And she was sure there was no way anyone she knew in real life could find her accounts and link them to her. She was careful.

Darling opened the link and instead of loading in a browser tab, it opened the TikTok app. Now, what the hell is this?

At first, she didn’t know what she was looking at, but her brain caught on and she felt like screaming. It was a video of the day before, from the club. There she was dancing battling Marc in the middle of the circle. Her jaw was on the floor, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then she looked at the likes and screamed because why did it have 2M likes?

Her finger pressed the comment section before she could think and was flooded with comments like “This is what I mean when I say I want to go to the club”, “Okay but why did he eat?”, “Where is this??”, “Get this man in a Step Up movie NOW”, “Goo Goo Ga Ga”.

Darling leapt off the bed laughing and scrambled out of her flat, phone in hand. She didn’t even bother to wear slippers and instead ran over next door, Steven’s door, knocking quickly. When the door didn’t open in a millisecond, she turned the doorknob and walked inside without bothering to shut the door properly behind her, “Marc, you have to see this!”

Marc was in bed, shirtless and wearing a pair of loose PJ bottoms, wearing his reading glasses as he read his book. Well, he wasn’t reading it now . He was looking at Darling with an annoyed expression. She ignored it and ran to him, but not without throwing a quick “Hi, Gus” to the tank. She dived knees first on his bed and he sighed, slamming his book shut and placing it on the bedside table.

“What do you want?” 

“Look!” She held her phone in front of his face and he tried to comprehend what he was looking at. Darling saw the moment he realised what it was, he grabbed the phone with both hands, a look of horror plastered on his face. “All of London saw the video. You’re viral, Marc.”

“Delete it.” He said without ripping his eyes from the screen.

“What?” Darling frowned.

“Delete it. Right now.” He repeated.

“It’s not my video. I can’t delete it.” Darling said and Marc dropped the phone in his lap, gathering his head in his hands, groaning. He truly had fun, but he didn’t know how he felt about all of London seeing this video.

Darling picked up her phone again, “I’m going to send it to DuChamp, he’s going to love it.” 

Marc screamed and ripped the phone away from her hands, scaring her. She got scared not because he had taken her phone but because she never heard the man scream before. “Give it back!” She said, trying to grab her phone but Marc didn’t let her. It was a struggle because not only Marc was stronger, way stronger, but he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt so she didn’t have any grip on him, except his shoulders and hair. But she knew if she even thought about pulling his hair he’d throw her out of the window. “I’m going to report the video so it can be taken down.” He said and Darling gasped, “You don’t even know how to do that! You never used TikTok in your life, boomer!” 

“Watch me,” Marc said through gritted teeth as Darling struggled against him, then she somehow managed to wrap her arms around his free arm and threw herself down on the bed, back first and swung her legs up to wrap them around his head, choking him. Marc let out a surprised shout, his eyes sent 500 million invisible daggers to Darling. He threw the phone down on the floor, out of her reach and lifted her off the bed, her legs still wrapped around his neck and she screamed when he flipped them around and slammed her down on the bed, head first, WWE style. 

The two kept wrestling and clawing at each other until Darling ended up in a headlock, Marc squishing her body on the bed with his whole weight, “Help!” She wheezed, clawing at him, trying to get away from him. “Quit it.” He hissed as she tried to kick him with the heel of her foot on his ass.

A cough startled the two out of their fight, both of them looked up and Marc froze.

“What are you…doing?” Layla asked, looking at Marc, then back down at Darling. She had her phone in her hand, and a big Tesco shopping bag in the other. God bless her heart, she brought her disaster of not-technically-divorced husband groceries.

“Oooh, is that the bad bitch you fumbled-”

🌙

Tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @bobastayhigh @weblesstherains @h-leigh @unspokenmoon @ahookedheroespureheart @thursdaywritings @gebstargeb @softieekayy @fem-moony @peachjellypackets @pakhiya @darlinglittledevil @anixluxtt @mrs-cupidd @gebgeb @poeticabomination

this work is part of the "I'm friends with the moon" series. You can read it as a stand-alone or delve deeper into this AU.

[twinkleteaparty]

Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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[tiredmamaissy]

Handle Me

Read Part II

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Omatikaya Reader (20)

Warnings: extreme nsfw, 100% smut, dom lo’ak, profanity, slight age gap, rough [brief] oral sex, degradation, rough sex, edging, breeding kink/creampie, slapping/smacking?

Word Count: 3.5

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: highkey  lowkey wanted to make him knot her but ya know :’) can’t overuse it. Sorry for the quick ending, btw. Hope you like this, anon[s]. <3 i also ended up changing the title for this lol

Synopsis: Neteyam is your best friend. His baby brother, Lo’ak, has been hot and bothered for you for some time. You always decline his obvious advances because of the age gap – and the fact that he could never handle you. Until one day, you find yourselves alone in a tent, and he takes you on his own terms.

Intro:

You visit your best friend, Neteyam, in his tent to give him some supplies before he embarks on a hunting trip. Behind him, you see his baby brother, Lo’ak, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down with a grin on his face. He always looked at you like you were something to devour – something to fuck. Neteyam would always encourage you to give his ‘baby bro’ a chance, but it never interested you. Knowing that he’s ‘hot and bothered’ – as he would call it – for you gives you the ick. He’s simply too young, even if it’s just by a year. In a rush, Neteyam snatches the pouch out of your hands, and gives you a friendly pat on the back before hurrying out of the tent – leaving you and his brother alone.

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“Oh, princess. I’d never be so quick to leave you.” Lo’ak smirks, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms still crossed over his chest.

You take a few brisk steps towards him, ready to get this over with so you can go back to your usual daily activities.

“Lo’ak. How many times do I need to tell you before you get it through this thick head of yours?” You say, poking two digits into his temple. “You’re too young for me.”

“By what? A year? C’mon baby. We’d be so good together.” He laughs with you, grabbing the fingers that poke his temple to brush them to against his lips.

Ripping your hand from his grip, you take a step back and shake your head.

“I’m serious, Lo’ak. If you made me choose between you and your brother...” you grimace at the thought – Neteyam is like your own blood. “...I’d fuck Neteyam over you any day.” You almost gag as the words come out your mouth.

“Besides. You wouldn’t be able handle me.” You turn around to leave the tent.

Lo’ak grabs your arm, pulling you back in to face him.  

“Oh, yeah? How do you know I can’t handle you? You don’t look like much to handle, y/n.” he looks up and down at your tiny frame.

“Because you’re too young. I only go for guys my age or older... much older. Like your daddy older.” You smirk, thinking about the Olo’eyktan fucking you senseless.

Lo’ak didn’t take this well. First, you speak about fucking his brother – right in front of his face. Then, you insult him because he’s a year younger than you. And now, you’re daydreaming about fucking his father?

“Enough.” Lo’ak growls, towering over you.  

You can’t deny it, his growl made your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. You can see how much your remarks are driving him over the edge – making him angry. You want to see exactly how far you can push him.

“Or what? Gonna ‘put me in my place’?” you pout, teasing him.

Lo’ak takes a step closer to you, and fists the hair at the back of your head, using it as leverage to pull you on the tips of your toes. Lo’ak smiles – a menacing one at that. It shakes you to your core, to see him so riled up.

“Do you want me to put you in your place?” he drops his smile, leaning down to inch his face closer to yours.

His rough touches make your thighs rub against one another, denying your cunt the pleasure to respond to him. You stare up at him, looking deeply into his dark, yet sultry eyes, searching for his pathetic, little bluff. All you see is his stern, sombre appearance.

You didn’t even notice how strong this boy was. You always looked down at him as Neteyam’s baby brother – feeble and childish, always getting into trouble. But the grip he has on you is so tight you’re afraid he might rip your hair out.

And you fucking love it.

A little part of you wants to take him on. To see if he can really handle you. But a bigger part of you really doubts it – really doubts that he could make you feel good the way an older man could.

You smile innocently, batting your eyes a few times. Titling your chin up to him, you graze your bottom lip against his.

“I’d like to see you try.” You whisper into his mouth.

A sinister smile plasters his face, as he takes this as your consent to obliterate your tiny physique. His grip immediately moves to the base of your queue – earning him a high pitched whine from you. He uses it as leverage to bring you to your knees, pressing your face against the warm, stiff bulge in his loincloth.

“Take it off.” He commands, shoving your face a little closer into his crotch.

You can’t help but scoff at him. Is this what he really thought ‘putting you in your place’ would be like? Dropping you to your knees and demanding a blowjob?

“Did I fucking stutter?” he growls, gripping your queue even tighter and forcing your face against his bulge. “I said. Take. It. Off.”

This warning did a little more for you, making your thighs rub against one another once more. Not to prevent your body from responding to his touch, but to give your throbbing clit the attention it’s begging for.

“Fuck.” You mutter, hooking your fingers under the band of his loincloth before tugging them down his legs.

Nothing surprised you more than his massive, 13 inch cock slapping against your cheek as it breaks free from it’s restraints. He’s the biggest you’ve ever seen – the biggest you’ve ever had. You stare at it wide-eyed, admiring its blue strips and mushroomy head, beads of precum already oozing from it.

“See? Not so hard to listen, is it?” Lo’ak looks down at you, a grin now on his face, proud to see your bewildered expression.

Still in awe, the only thing that makes its way through your parted lips are light pants, as you stare at the thick, veiny cock in front of your face.

“Is it?!” He shouts, pinching the base of your queue.

“Sst! Shit. Yes.” You yelp out from the shooting pain running through the length of your queue.

“Good. I don’t like repeating myself, little one.” He has a smug look on his face, taking joy in call you little. “Now. Make me feel good.”

As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure, there was no denying that this is what your body wanted. Your face was already rubbing against his base of his cock, breathing in the musky scent of his swollen balls.

Lo’ak gives your cheek a light smack before gripping your jaw with his free hand, burrowing his thumb in between your jaw bones – forcing your mouth open.

“What did I just fucking say about repeating myself?” he shouts, using his grip on your queue to move your mouth onto the head of his cock, as if you were a fuck toy.

“I – I’m sorry.” You spit, looking away from him all together.

Another smack. “Say that again. Properly.”

“Fuck.” You pant on his throbbing head, “I’m sorry, Lo’ak!”

“Sir.” He says sternly, letting go of your face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I- I’m sorry... sir.” Your voice is shaky from the heat pooling in your cunt.

“There we go.” He chuckles breathily, before dropping his smile once more. “Now, make me feel good.” He growls, using his tip to coat your lips in a layer of his precum.

You look up at him through pinched brows, panting hot breaths onto his oozing cockhead. You see him glowering down at you, already getting pissed off that you’re taking so long to suck him off. You hurry, using your slick coated lips to slide his mushroomy head in easily.  

The corners of your mouth sting when only half of his length goes down your throat – making your eyes pool with tears. You already feel like your jaw is locked into place, that it can’t open anymore to accommodate the sheer thickness of his cock.

Little throaty grunts vibrate against his tip as you try to take more of him – but your attempts prove to be useless, he’s too big.

You hear a deep chuckle above you. “Not so little now, am I?”

He moves his hand from your queue to cup your cheek, caressing your full cheek with his thumb. He briefly pets your head with his free hand before using it to gently cup your other cheek.

“Such pretty eyes.” He admires them, staring down at you. “Keep them on me.” he says sternly.

Before you know it, he’s tightened his grip on your cheeks, using it to forcefully shove his cock all the way down your throat.

“Oh – oh shit. Just like I imagined.” He flings his head back in pleasure.

He quickly moves a hand to pinch your nose shut – cutting off your only source of air. He’s so deep down your throat that you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on not gagging. You feel a sudden, but firm tap on the back of your neck.

“Eyes on me.” He reminds.

You will yourself to look up at him, even though stars are now clouding your vision. A fire sets in your lungs, as they scream for a breath of air. With your airway restricted and his cock buried in your throat, all you can do is gag and slap his thigh, silently asking him to let up.

“Uh, fuck. If you keep gagging, I’ll cum down your throat. Stop.” He groans, tapping the back of your neck again.

The stars in your vision are becoming brighter and brighter – bigger and bigger, nearly clouding your vision completely. Regardless, you continue to look up at him through lidded eyes, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Don’t pass out on me now, sweet thing.” He laughs, giving you two, hard taps at the back of your head, waking you up.

You slap his thigh even harder, muffled screams vibrating from your throat against his shaft. He lets go of your nose and pushes you off his cock, hard enough for you land flat on your stomach.

“Fuck. Good girl. As much as I’d love to drown you with my cum...” he kneels on the ground behind you, “I’d rather fill up this tight, little pussy.” He hoists you up on all fours, denying you the chance to even catch your breath properly.

You’re gasping for air, panting heavily as you try to fill your burning lungs.

“W-wait!” you cough, sucking in a breath of air, “Please! Wait – my heat. It is coming soon.” You take another quick breath. “You’ll – you’ll get me pregnant!”

He laughs once more, finding your little pleas amusing. He tugs your soaked loincloth down your legs, exposing your glistening slit.

“Are you sure you’re not in heat now? You’re so fucking wet...” he plays with your wetness a bit, sliding in two digits and scissoring them open.

“All for me?” he yanks his fingers out of you, and gives your cunt a smack, stinging your clit. “Should’ve thought about that all those times you rejected me...” he rubs his cockhead against your quivering hole. “...talking back like a little bitch.”

“P-please... sir. Please. Don’t cum in me.” You beg weakly, feeling his tip stretch you out slowly.

“Ah. She learns manners.” He smiles to himself, pinning your face flat on the ground. “A bit too late for that, though. Don’t you think, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, “You’ll be begging for it soon enough.” he slams his entire length inside of your cunt in one quick, hard thrust.

You whine loudly, feeling every inch of him stretch you out to lengths you’ve never been stretched before. He really wasn’t the little, baby brother you thought he was. He was much, much bigger.

And he feels so fucking good.

He stays there for some time, holding his position deep inside your cunt – swollen balls pressing firmly against your stinging clit.

“Shit. So fucking tight... You feel that?” he asks, manhandling your hips as he uses them to push even deeper into you. “Feel every inch of this big fucking cock? This cock you’ve been denying yourself to pleasure to fuck, all because of what?”

You don’t answer – you couldn’t answer. You were too busy trying to adjust to his size that you couldn’t even form a proper thought.

“Hmm? because of what?” he pulls out of you, slamming his entire length back into you once more. “Because of what?!” he starts pounding relentlessly into you, unhappy that he had to repeat himself once more.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sir! Ugh – Please.” You beg, not sure what even for.

He withdraws from you suddenly, leaving your gaping hole empty and yearning for more of him. He crouches over you, mouth pressing against your ear as he uses his cockhead to rub your sore clit.

“Because. Of. What?” he whispers, slapping your clit with his cock.

“Because – because I thought you couldn’t handle me! Fuck. Please Lo’ak – I mean sir! Please fuck me!” you beg, shifting your pelvis so his cock lines up with your hole.

“That’s right.” He stuffs his cock inside you once more, setting a merciless, pitiless rhythm right off the bat. “Now, it seems like you’re the one that can’t handle me.”

All you can hear are the loud, squelching sounds his cock is fucking out of your pussy, and the slapping of his firm balls against your clit. It feels heavenly, as the heat pools deep in your pelvis. Your cunt clenches around his cock – ready to cum all over it.

“Yes! R-right there!” you scream, taking every hard thrust he gives you.

The knots in your stomach unravel quickly, sending your cunt into a frenzy – pulsating all over his cock as you near your climax. He pulls out of you, denying your orgasm.

“You think you can just cum without asking me?” he growls, giving you a hard smack on the ass.

“I’m sorry, sir!” you jolt from his rough touch, desperate for your orgasm.

He wastes no time and slides his entire length back inside of you, his mushroomy head brushing right against your g-spot.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath, biting back your moans to deny him the pleasure of knowing he’s making you feel good.

“Yeah? It’s right here, isn’t it?” he asks, thrusting right into your sweet spot once more.

“Ugh! Fuck – n-no!” you lie, hating the fact he’s making you feel this fucking good.

He gives you a hard, deep thrust. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

A desperate, filthy noise escapes your throat, only confirming his suspicions. He laughs to himself, pounding into your little, sopping cunt, forcing out all the little whines and whimpers you’ve been trying to hold back from him.

“Moan for me, you needy little thing.” He demands.

His thrusts become insistent, demanding you moan for him – demanding you cum for him. They’re too much, too deep, too hard – too fast. You try your best to crawl away, scared for your poor, bruised cervix. All for him to just grab you by the tail and yank your back up onto all fours.  

“Stop fighting it. Take me like the good little slut you are.” He pins you down by your head. “Hmm? Thought I couldn’t handle you?” he grinds into you, pushing his pelvis even harder against the fleshiness of your behind.

“Shit! Stop! You’re too fucking deep, please!” you beg, feeling his tip pierce through your cervix.

“Too deep, or too big?” he rocks into you, maintaining his depth.

“Too big! Too big!” you whimper, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He lets loose a breathy chuckle, pounding into you once more.

Your sweet spot swells from his relentless thrusts, begging for release. He feels your cunt warm up, clenching around his cock. You try hold it, even though you want to cum so bad.

“Ask me.” He states, head dipping forward from how good your pussy feels around him.

“Please...” you moan softly.

“Please... what?” he slows his thrusts down, threatening to edge you once more.

“Let me cum... please!” you let out a sweet little cry.

“Aww, my sweetheart. Ask me to breed you, then you can cum. Okay?” he says gently, picking back up the pace.

“No – no... please.” you plead with him, on the verge of cumming.

Lo’ak clicks his tongue and pulls out of you – frustrated because he was close, too. He looks down at the sight of you squirming around beneath him, your body trying its hardest to search for the cock that was just impaling it.

“Such a pity. Let’s try this again.” he taps your thigh, signalling you to get back into position.

Positioning your self on your weak, shaky knees once more, you swoop your hand underneath you to take two fingers and spread your pussy lips for him. You can’t believe that your body is submitting to him, of all people.

“Look at you... begging me to fuck you.” he smiles to himself, positioning his tip at your entrance.

He doesn’t move, though. He lingers there, allowing just the tip to poke at your entrance. He wants you to work for it, so he can relish in the fact that you’re now the one begging to be fucked.

And you knew it.

“Fuck. Lo’ak.” You huff, frustrated that he’s practically pushing this in your face.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” He grins, giving you a pass for saying his name.

He watches as your cunt swallows his cock, inch by inch, all the way until the softness of your bottom presses against his pelvis once more. You rock into him languidly, feeling too weak to set a steady, and quick rhythm.

It doesn’t feel the same. Your little, tiny mewls that evade your mouth are evidence of it. You needed him to fuck you, to dominate you – to handle you. He could tell, too. But he just allows you to struggle to make yourself cum, waiting patiently for your sweet pleas.

You give up.

“Please. Fuck me, sir.” Your pleas are quiet and come out more as a whimper.

“That’s all you had to say, little one.”

He snakes his hands around your waist, slowly sliding them down to your sore hips, and grips them, tight. He angles his cock downwards, to fuck right into that swollen, abused sweet spot of yours. Teasing you, he lingers again, gentling massaging it with his tip.

It sends you over the edge.

“Good Eywa, just fuck me already!” you scream, pushing back on him.

He lets loose a loud, breathy laugh before sinking his nails into your hips and rutting into you. The sound of smacking flesh and your loud, lengthy moans fill the air, as you push against his thrusts, frantically chasing your orgasm.

He can already feel you heating up around his cock, clenching him tighter – moans becoming breathier.

“You know what you need to say, pretty girl.” His breathy words bounce at every ruthless thrust he gives you.

“’m gonna cum! Can I cum? Please...Ngh – Can I cum?” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the growing sensation in your pelvis.

“No.” he growls, smacking your ass, leaving it stinging and red.

You knew that’s not what he wants to hear. Orgasm so near you had no other choice but to accept your fate as a vessel to carry his child. You grit your teeth, giving in to his wishes – giving into him.

Because you’re desperate.

“Fuck. Breed me! Make me into your breeding bitch! Cum inside of me, please!” you scream, unable to bite back your tongue anymore.

“That’s right. Go ahead, cum all over my cock.” His thrusts become more remorseless – deeper and shorter.

“Oh – oh fuck. C-cumming!” you cry out, body uncontrollably convulsing underneath him before going limp.  

He flings his head back, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, begging for him release his essence inside of you. Giving you two hard, deep thrusts, he stays inside of you, holding your hips down on his cock as he spurts his thick, warm, ropes of cum deep inside of your womb.

“You took me so well. Sorry – I mean handled me so well.” he praises you, tapping you gently on the thigh.

He pulls out of you, only for your lifeless body to slump on the floor – passed out.

“Oh shit.” He mutters, realizing he may have taken things a bit too far with you.

He hurries to put on his loincloth before cleaning up the mess beneath him.

“What the fuck happened here?” Neteyam’s voice makes Lo’ak jump in his skin.  

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Can I please request a Larissa X new teacher reader.

R has a much younger brother (r is in their early 20s while the brother is 4ish) who they take care of because their parents aren't great so r took full custody over him. R always leaves him with the librarian looks after him (everyone assumes she's his aunt since he calls her aunty) while r is working but one day he isn't having any of it as he misses r so goes to find her and ends up interrupting an important staff meeting and calling r mum (cause of the age gap and parental role r takes he views them as his mum rather than a sibling) r ends up getting really embarrassed and apologies profusely for him while the other teachers and Larissa are incredibly confused as they had no clue he was even related to r.

That evening Larissa requests r to come see her telling them that their "son" is welcome to come along so he isn't left alone in their room. R thinks they are going to be reprimanded by Larissa for messing up the meeting but instead Larissa is very soft and simply wants to know why r didn't inform Larissa of their "son" because Larissa would have gladly made arrangements for him to which r explains the whole story to her while Larissa and r both are playing with the little bro and at the end r makes a joke that they need to find a partner as good with kids as to Larissa to help out their their little trouble maker to which said troublemaker blurts put how r has a mash crush on Larissa. R dies for embarrassment but before they can apologise Larissa smiles and asks them out for coffee saying she's always wanted kids but thought her nevermore students would be as close as she'd ever get.

Thank you!!!

Lovely interruption

Larissa Weems x Reader

A/n: THIS IS SO CUTE??? Thank you so much for your request

Warnings: none, just fluff fluff and more fluff.

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It was routine by now, every day you dropped off your brother in the library with a lunchbox and a bag with a few essentials and some games, you’d thank your best friend (who was honestly family by now) profusely for keeping watch of him.

It was a staff only day. Which means meetings, markings, file organizing and all the other boring stuff, and he simply wasn’t having it. Usually, though his auntie had stuff to get done she still had time to spend time with and entertain him, not today.

He stumbled his way out of the library trying to remember your words. “I’ll be in the staff room if anything happens, don’t be afraid to interrupt I’ll handle it after.” Staff room. And that’s how he found himself wandering the halls looking at the signs above each door until he found it.

“Regarding the problem with the Jericho boys-“ Larissa was cut off by the door opening and your brother peaking in.

“Ma?” looking around for you and shyly walked your way once he found you, arms wrapping around your waist.

“Sweet boy what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be with your aunty in the library.” you spoke in a hushed tone, not needing to cause any more disruption in the meeting and he pouted shaking his head. “it’s dark in there n aunties busy.”

You looked up at Larissa apologetically and thoroughly embarrassed while she and the other staff just looked confused. “I am so sorry- I hate to ask but, could he stay here for the rest of the meeting? He won’t say a word, right bub?” He happily nodded already settling himself on your lap.

“That won’t be a problem, welcome to the staff little one.” Larissa said, with a smile that immediately made you sigh in relief and made your brother giggle and sit straight like he was really ready to pay attention.

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The meeting went without a hitch, he kept to himself for the most part and stayed quiet unless Larissa or another member of the staff included him in the conversation. After the meeting ended you were held back for a second while your brother got smothered with cooes and attention by most of the staff which he was more than happy to receive.

Larissa approached you while you were watching over him and making conversation with another teacher. “Dear, I was hoping you could see me after dinner time in my office, there’s just some things I’d like to go over with you if that’s alright, your son is more than welcome as well, I wouldn’t want him locked up in your room the whole time.”

“He’s-“ you wanted to explain he wasn’t really your son but you cut yourself off. You’d clear that up later on the meeting, no point in holding her back now, plus you had to get both you and him something to eat. “Of course principal weems, I’ll see you then.”

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After dinner you anxiously made your way to the principals office, with your brothers bag in hand like always, you knocked on the door and made your way in once you heard her welcome you in, his hand was holding yours as he looked around the office completely fascinated with all the decore and fancy aesthetics.

He immediately ran off to look at ravens decorating her desk. “Wow hey! slow down, I told you to behave.” He only gave you a once over and continued on looking around. “I’m sorry this is probably the coolest place know to man right now for him.” You apologized as you stopped his hand from touching anything.

Larissa gave you a reassuring smile and shook her head. “The little trouble maker can touch all he wants, anything is replaceable.” She nodded his way and he excitedly jumped around to look at more stuff.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and sat down. “Now why would you encourage him?” “Listen- I’m very aware he shouldn’t have interrupted and I’m really sorry, he despises feeling alone though the little attention hog, so I couldn’t with a sound mind, force him to go back-“

Larissa only chucked and moved from her desk to sit next to you on the arm chair. “I’m not here to scold you, dear, I wasn’t aware you had a son? Had I known there are changes I could’ve made to make being here more comfortable for you both, I was under the impression he was family of our librarian?”

“Oh! I get by so I don’t know if that’s necessary, always appreciate the thought of course. Honestly she kind of is at this point, we’ve been friends for a long time and she offered to look after him once I started here.” You gathered yourself for a second and realized you left out arguably the most important part.

As you were about to speak he ran between the two of you, holding Larissa’s decorative owl in hand. “Look!! How cool is this, did u buy it? Where? How!” He couldn’t decide if he wanted to show you the damn thing or ask Larissa every question possible.

“Okay first of all don’t drop that. Second of all yes it’s very cool, bub. Maybe put it back and Ms. Weems can answer your questions without the stress of it possibly breaking?” He hesitantly listened, putting the owl back and running back to Larissa. “So!?”

Your conversation got cut off for a moment as Larissa found herself stuck in an interview with your brother, he was finally satisfied after she answered his every question and he ran back, probably to find something else he can interview her about. “Your kid seems to take after your curiosity.” Right, that.

“Well- he’s not really my son, we come from a tough family so I’ve been his legal caretakers since I turned 18. But he’s just my little brother, he started calling me mama when he was younger and it kinda stuck, it’s never been an issue before so I haven’t thought to correct him though maybe I should.“

“Nonsense! you are his maternal figure, if it causes confusion to him then maybe then it’s an issue, but don’t worry about anyone else, he seems comfortable and happy with it and if you don’t mind, I see no reason why you should correct it.” You hummed in agreement, followed by a quiet “thank you.”

It got quiet after that, a comfortable silence between the two of you that was interrupted by him coming back with more questions, making Larissa chuckle and of course give in to his antics. “I really need to get myself a partner that can handle this kid.” You said giggling and Larissa seemed to agree. Your brother however had matchmaking plans tonight apparently.

“I thought you liked Principal Weems! Is okay I like her too.” He nodded and gave you a pat, clearly very proud of himself while you were too busy dying of embarrassment to notice the smile on Larissa’s face. “I am- so sorry- you’d think he could keep that quiet.” You said, which made him gasp. “That was a secret!?”

Larissa chuckled driving your attention back to her. “Oh so it’s true? Because I can clearly handle this cutie as you can see. How about nice outing to the weathervane, I could get us all hot chocolate.” You turned to her suddenly feeling very chocked up. “I’m- are you serious?”

“Very. You’ve caught my eye since the day you joined us here, darling. Besides, I’ve always wanted a troublemaker to busy up my life, thought the students were going to be the best I get.”

Looks like his matchmaking had worked, and you now had a date with the woman of your dreams. One who would accept and take care of him as well”, what more could you ask for?

“Very. You’ve caught my eye since the day you joined us here, darling. Besides, I’ve always wanted a troublemaker to busy up my life, thought the students were going to be the best I get.”