#but dad dimple formed in my brain

[mtndw-whteout]

DAD DIMPLE BC YES

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Howdy!! Could I request cod boys reacting to you asking them for a baby, it could be funny, serious, or smutty whatever you want :) thanks!

100% yes, I love this request, SM!!!🩷🙈 I did a mix of serious, somewhat funny, and smutty. 🙂

141+ König W/ Reader Who Asks For Them For A Baby

Warnings: mild angst, crying, minor sexual references (p in v sex, oral F! Recieving)

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"I want a baby." Your voice was timid, your eyes looking anywhere but Simon's. The two of you were sitting down eating dinner, and you were too impatient to wait to have this conversation with him.

Simon blinked a few times, a million thoughts going through his brain before his gaze fell on you. "What?"

"I just think... we'd be good parents. I've seen how you are with kids, and I just.. I want that for us." You dared a glance at your husband and found him looking off in the distance.

It was quiet for a moment as Simon poured through the thoughts in his head. This was a conversation the two of you had a few times in the past, but the conversations never went very far. Simon was terrified of being a dad. He was so scared he'd end up like his own, or worse, getting you guys killed because of his line of work. A family of his own was never something he thought feisable for him. Deep, deep down within his sheltered heart, he did want to be a dad, wanted that kind of life with you, he just didn't know if he deserved it.

Unable to take the silence any longer, you stood. "It's okay, really. Conversation for another day I guess."

You started to walk away before Simon caught your hand, and you turned back to him to find tears in his eyes. "Si?"

"I want that with you. I do. I'm just scared." He confessed, his eyes not leaving yours. "I want so desperately to make you the mother of my children, I just.."

You knew where his head was. Though he seldom spoke of his father, you knew of the torment he went through as a child.

"You are not, and will never be your father, Simon Riley. You are a good man with a good heart, and I love you endlessly for it." You crouched down in front of him, grabbing his hands in yours. "I couldn't ask for a better man to be by my side."

You watched as a few stray tears fell down his cheeks and saw the ghost of a smile on his face. He gave you a small nod before placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss.

"I'll do my best to be the man my father wasn't. I owe that to you and our future child." He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled away.

You choked on a small sob at his words, and threw your arms around him. "You already are, Simon. You already are."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"I want to have a baby." You'd said one day, as you and Johnny had just gotten home from watching your best friends' kids. You'd always wanted a family, and it was something you and Johnny had talked about a few times. You loved the way your husband was with kids and were growing desperate for a little family of your own.

Johnny's ears perked up, and his head turned to face you. "Really?"

You nodded, a bright smile forming on your face. "I had so much fun today, and watching you with Y/B/F's kids had me just thinking I wanted that with you, if you wanted to start trying."

Johnny was practically beaming as he ran up to you, picked you up, and spun you around. "God, we'd have the cutest little babies, wouldn't we?"

You laughed as you latched your arms against him, peppering kisses to his face. "I hope they will get your eyes and those cute little dimples of yours."

"Hell no, you've got the pretty eyes, Bonnie. I will say, if we have a boy, we are giving him a mohawk."

You playfully slapped his chest. "Johnny, you can't give a baby a mohawk!"

"Cmon, imagine a little baby with a mohawk, it would be fucking adorable." He pressed an obnoxious open mouthed kiss to your cheek before pulling away with a smile. "What about names, we should come up with some names. What about Johnny Jr?"

You erupted in a fit of giggles at your husband's excitement. "J, we don't even have a baby on the way yet!"

Johnny's brow raised slightly before he threw you over his shoulder with a slap to your ass. "Let's go change that, shall we?"

John Price-

"John, I want a baby." You breathed out, your head thrown back into the pillows.

John lifted his head from his spot in your thighs, grinning wickedly, his face covered in your arousal. "That so?"

You gave a nod as a moan escaped from your lips as he pressed a lingering kiss to your core once more before sitting up. "That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while now, actually. We aren't getting any younger, and I feel like we've been putting it off for so long. I'm ready, if you are." You reached your hand out to stroke his face softly.

He chucked, pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm. "I think we can make that happen."

"Really?" You beamed, your face lighting up. "I've been wanting this for so long, I'm so ready to be a mom."

He gave you a warm smile, his insides turning to mush at the look of elation on your face. He'd do anything to make you smile, and if he was honest, something about you mothering his child had his heart swelling, and cock hardening in his pants. He was ready.

He stripped himself of his undergarments, his painfully hard member finally being freed from its confines. The only thing going through Prices mind in that moment was your belly swelling with his child. It drove him nearly feral. With one quick thrust of his hips, he buried himself within your walls, the tip of him kissing your cervix.

"Let me make you a mommy then, baby girl."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"I'll miss this when I'm pregnant." You said, slightly tipsy from the wine you were sipping on.

"Pregnant?" Kyle asked, his eyes wide. He looked away from the show you both were watching toward you.

"Yep. I want a baby." You stated matter of fact lying.

"Do you now?" Kyle chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. He'd be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind. "What brought this on?"

You pointed to the TV as a heartwarming scene between father and daughter was unfolding on yours and Kyle's favorite show.

"Ahh, I see." Kyle turned back to you, and began to press soft kisses along your shoulder blades, causing you to giggle. "I think we can make that happen."

"Are you ready for one?" You asked, your tone hopeful.

"I am. Would be nice to have a little munchkin running around here. Could always use another gaming buddy. You always fall asleep on me." He gaze you a playful nudge. "You'd be one hot mom, too."

You threw your head back and let out a hearty laugh. "Hopefully the kiddo gets your looks, it'd be one cute kid."

Kyle gave a smile before turning off the TV and picking you up bridal style. "Why don't we test that theory?"

König-

"Kö? Do you have a moment?" You asked, approaching your husband nervously.

His eyes drifted from the newspaper he was reading to you, and he folded up the paper once he saw the serious look on your face. "Of course, is everything okay Maus?"

You nodded before sitting in the chair across from him. "Yeah. I just.. I really want a baby Kö. All of my friends have started on their families and... I've just done a lot of thinking on it. I'm ready."

Königs eyes widened at your statement and leaned forward on his knees. "Are you sure?

You gave a firm nod, walking over to him and placing your hands on his arms, rubbing the skin there soothingly. "I am. I've thought about it a long time, and it's something I've always wanted. I think we are both in a good place for it."

König regarded you thoughtfully, thinking for just a moment before speaking. It was something he'd always wanted himself. he just never thought it would be something obtainable for him. He never thought a woman like you would want that with someone like him. His cheeks began to burn at the thought of you mothering his offspring. "Yes."

You pulled back slightly, so you could look at him. "Yes?"

He gave a firm nod to you, his smile reaching his ears. "Yes. I want a family with you."

You let out a squeal of delight, throwing yourself into your husband's arms, and he grabbed you and held you tightly. "You're going to make a wonderful mother, liebling. I can't wait."

König couldn't take his eyes off you the remainder of the day. The only thoughts running through his mind were you being pregnant with a child, and he'd do whatever it took to make that happen.

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A/N: Apologies, I've been super backed up on these requests and haven't been able to get as many out as I'd liked so far! Thanks for being patient with me!!🩷

[dollfacefantasy]

RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST ♡

everything on this list is mdni (18+)! | ☆ = one of kenny's favs

★彡[ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]彡★

RE2R Leon: Restless Dreams (18+) Leon's been working a lot lately. He comes home late one night when you're sleeping and tries to make it up Playing to Win (18+) / Part 2 ☆ Your new stepdad asks you to call him daddy despite being near your age Like Lovers Do (18+) Bored of the RPD banquet, you pull Leon away for some fun

RE4R Leon: Sleepy (18+) You wake up early in the morning with Leon sleeping on top of you Wash His Hair (fluff) You wash Leon's hair and help him unwind Daddy's Home (18+) You let the d word slip during sex and Leon won't let you live it down Just Like the Movies (18+) Leon dons the ghostface mask to let you live out a fantasy And If the Sun Comes Up (18+) Vampire Leon has to show you that the two of you are meant to be Leon Marks You Request (18+) Leon gets jealous and has to mark you as his Sweater Request (18+) You and Leon do the deed while he's wearing a turtleneck Chubby Reader Request (18+) You're feeling insecure, and Leon just can't have that

Infinite Darkness Leon: Let Them See (18+) Leon teases you in public then pulls over to deal with the problem he's created Baby Bunny (18+) / Part 2 Leon helps his sweet baby bunny through her heat End of the Night (18+) Leon finds comfort in his pregnant wife after a long hard day of being in the mob Needy Girl (18+) You're a needy little thing, and Leon just can't get enough of you Precious in Pink (18+) Leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail wag

RE6 Leon: Hold My Calls (18+) ☆ Leon takes a call on his flip phone while the two of you are doing it Blue Jeans (18+) Leon looks extra fine in his jeans and you can't stop staring Some Extra Lessons (18+) ☆ Professor Leon deals with his feelings for one of his students Under My Thumb (18+) Leon tries out a new toy with you during a dinner date

Vendetta Leon: You Make Me Cry Every Time (18+) Leon is going through a rough patch and takes it out on you Cool Rider (fluff) Leon gets you ready for a ride on his bike

Death Island Leon and older: Video Games (18+) You're playing video games when Leon starts feeling needy Can't Help It (18+) ☆ Your dad's coworker needs a house sitter and you need him inside of you Cowgirl + Praise Kink Request (18+) Leon's got a praise kink and you ride him Down For the Count (18+) Play fighting with Leon gets a little intense Special Day (18+) Your husband wants to give you a special present for your birthday this year Did You Say Something? (18+) / Part 2 ☆ Spankings aren't working anymore. Leon's gonna have to use a different form of punishment Get Him Back (18+) ☆ Your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son break up

Misc. Drabbles: Just Can't Resist (18+) The First Time You Squirt (18+) Passing Out (18+) Quiet Night (18+) Kennedy in the Making (18+) Dimples Blurb When You Wanna Turn Your Brain Off (18+) Shower Sex (18+) Bulge Kink (18+) Blowjob on the Phone (18+)

★彡[ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ]彡★

Puppy Games (18+) ☆ Chris develops a soft spot for the hybrid he's taken in and wants to make her birthday extra special

Teddy Bear (18+) ☆ Not even sleep will cockblock Chris

Pretty When You Cry (18+) Request for overstimulation and daddy kink with Chris

Dad-Bod Chris (18+) Must I say any more?

Playing Without Permission (18+) Pussy spanking drabble

That's What Daddy's For (18+) ddlg drabble

Past the Limit (18+) You misbehave and your boyfriend has to correct you. Even if his friend Leon is right there.

Thigh Praise Drabble (18+)

★彡[ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ]彡★

May I? (18+) Ada teaches you how to be self-sufficient

★彡[ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ]彡★

Sharing is Caring (18+) / Prequel / Part 2 Your boyfriend wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend

Better Than One (18+) Leon and Ada take care of their needy puppy before your heat arrives

Room for One More (18+) ☆ Tensions run high when you're forced to share a motel room with your current boyfriend and your former mentor

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

We need Dilf!Muzan headcannons now since you plotted that image in my head

Hehehe (ﾉ∀`♥) Of course! I love a DILF, especially dilf!Muzan~

And he lives in my head rent free! So i'm glad it's gotten into someone else's head or else i'd have burst!

Here's a little something with some DILF Muzan awhile back which was just me bouncing idea's around (￣∀￣.) - HERE

Also I'm more than happy to write this as a oneshot or mini series of something (＠＾▽＾＠.) cause the mental image is vivid on my brain and has me in a chokehold....

But anyway!

Dilf! Muzan Kibutsuji Headcanons:

Dilf!Muzan who accidentally bumps into you when shopping with his son and daughter, browsing the toy section with his kids babbling away in the trolley

Who's eyes shine as he talks to his kids, pointing gently to different toys and teddy bears and giving soft praise when they've picked without fuss - a mech that lights up and a helicopter with shootable missiles

All tall and broad

All pretty eyed with long black eyelashes

Sculptured brows and chiseled features

Dressed casually but still oozing with a certain charisma -

Black t-shirt hugging his form perfectly with grey tracky bottoms that sit tantalizing on his hips - throat becoming dry at the sight

His trolley knocks into yours and your heart skips a beat at his smooth silk voice apologizing for the brief moment of havoc

Who's hand is warm and larger than yours as he offers a handshake, nails as perfect as the rest of him

Taking in the feint blush across your cheeks and the stuttering breathe you take before introducing yourself

"And these two?" you ask with a soft grin "Who are these cuties?"

DILF! Muzan, who grins with a boyish charm, showing off canine and a set of dimples that make your heart stop

"These are my pride and joy," He says with a beaming smile "My daughter Chiyo and my son Kaito"

Chiyo (meaning 'a thousand generations') who's hair sits in beautiful inky waves down her back with eyes of soft pink, a gaze of childish wonder at the bright lights of the shop and shelves

Kaito (meaning 'Soaring over the ocean') with eyes of clear ruby and short wavy hair of ivory who blinks at you with a curiosity

You can't help but coo at them - "Aren't you adorable!" before turning to look at muzan with a smile

"You and your partner must be so proud of these two! I know I would be!" + "Ah, I'm single"

Que a silence that makes you want to die on the spot... Before your saved by his soft smile - "it's okay, it happens all the time"

You insist on making it up to him

Afterwards, each week you both meet each other - sometimes by accident sometimes on purpose - in the shop, following each other around and talking before parting ways after paying

Until one day he offers you a piece of paper, his gaze averted with a feint blush - "It's my number...." He murmurs "I thought we could go for coffee next week if your free"

A false bravado slipping onto his face as he turns to look you in the eyes, voice raising into a question "Thats if....if your alright with going out with dad of two?"

[tetsuslove]

Warnings: no editing! some soft!ghost headcanons :) little suggestive but mostly just fluff

My ghost isn’t a cold hearted person even to his partner, using the reasons that his father was an abuser so that he also becomes one and showing some red flags

No, not my ghost

My Ghost is loving you so much that he has the reason to fight for life when he is on the mission, so he can stand by your side forever and knows that no other man can get into his position as your partner. This mf would get back to life and he for sure will find a way

Protecting you from any harm in this world and he doesn’t care what he needs to do. You gave him happiness and a loving life, he doesn’t want that the world takes your happiness from you. Not you. Not from love of his life and soulmate

The Ghost that has the softest heart eyes when he sees you. Thinking how you could look so angelic even if you if you cant see it in the mirror. When you see him and greets him with your beautiful smile, he looks at you with so much love, softly putting some hair behind your ear and says with the softest tone “ Hello,my love”. He could wear his mask but you for sure can hear his smile behind it

Who has the cutest dimples when he smiles. He maybe doesn’t show his smile to others ( he is wearing his mask after all) but you are the one who have seen it so many times. Cracking a smile when he told you one of his dad jokes which even made you laugh and especially with the thought how ghost would tell a joke like this one. Or when you make some dumb jokes and actually thought that you will hear groan sound from him but to your suprise, you will hear this man laugh🫶🏻But you for sure wouldn’t mind to see him often like this, he deserves it after all

Is a tease but will not make any insults any insecurities! But he just loves to tease you how small you are and maybe takes your phone away because you didn’t have him any kisses today >:( or putting your fav snacks to the highest shelf because you teased him few minutes ago! He just loves that even your relationship is all about love, trust and caring, it still can be fun and full of laughes

Being a good boyfriend and even husband material. This soldier who killed many people is one of the best gentlemans you will ever know in your life. Opens the door for you and not letting you carry any shopping bags, cooking some meals for both of you, praising you most of the time and it can be anything, bringing you some gifts like flowers or your fav food, softly messages your back if it’s sore, being a man and not fearing or be disgust seeing some period blood on the bedsheets and even cleans it up while you are putting some new clothes, princess treatment 24/7 and not even embarrassed doing infront of his coworkers. All in all, he wants to show you that he is a man, your man and hopefully the future husband that you want :( [ yes, is kinda insecure about it ]

Praises you in any way he can: your voice, your pretty brain with your thoughts and ideas, your new clothes, your beautiful body, your personality, your interests, anything! This man is obsessed with you and wants to let you know what you are doing to him. Making this big strong man into a puddle of love when he just thinks that you are the one who has these many amazing things that makes him go crazy. Not even in sexual way but in a loving and caring way. He wants to learn more about you, so your love life can carry on and will never die of the lack of knowledge form the other one :)

Ufff 1# body worshiper, it is a must for him. That you trust him in any way. He is relived that he is indeed a person who is trust worthy. Again not in a sexual way but it can be anything. Letting him to kiss you, it can be a hot make out or just letting him to kiss you on the mouth. Touching you in a way that no other man are allowed like your sex area or just putting his hand below of you back or hips

Not being an abuser like his dad and learning to separate his trauma from your relationship. It’s not that he can automatically delete his trauma but he for sure knows that his dad actions wouldn’t have any chances to have an effect on him now like you do and your love, at least not anymore . Not all abused person becomes an abuser! He is way smarter than that and is actually emotionally intelligent.

This man will be loyal to you af and will take a bullet into his chest and heart than breaking it and your love and I’m not joking

Someone tries to flirt with him? He will look at them with disgusted face till the person feels uncomfortable. Trying to make a move? This man would litterly move away from that person! Trying to touch him like his arm muscles or even his thighs? Ohh, this person fucked up fr. Even if you aren’t there, he for sure will show everyone that you are the one he wants and only you. He ofc tries not to make a scene, trying to show the other that he is still the lieutenant that everyone respects but he won’t let anything slide when it becomes something like that

That he is still Simon Riley and not Ghost 24/7. Simon Riley is maybe dead for him or like he was dead but you brought him back to life. Your love was the reason showing him that Simon Riley is worth for love and trust. Not the Ghost who needs to has a cold heart and showing no negative emotions to gain respect he needs for his position as a Lieutenant. Simon Riley is the man you are loving, Ghost is the man that the world is knowing him for. You are the one who can see Simon Riley all the time you want. He is the man who will became your husband and he for sure will fight for this title ( no for real, he would ). So you can say that his heart beats fast when you call him “ Simon”, knowing that Simon Riley is still there in this world

🤍: I needed to post something about him:( will post more of him because I’m going feral for this man ahhh

Don’t forget these are my headcanons! Idk but I just can’t imagine him doing some abusing things to his partner

[eccentrcks]

gone through time ; the prelude

Chapter Title: "The Prelude" Word Count: 4k Synopsis: Nearly tortured to death and just almost at death’s doorstep when she was recuperating. Marlene regained her determination and to continue on living just to ensure that her loved ones are safe, unable to bear if they were to die on her watch. Yet thrown back in time, five decades behind, and found herself in an undesirable situation that leaves Marlene unsure if she’s able to go back home while meeting unlikely allies and enemies in beginning of her new journey. Author's Note: I might cross-post this on Ao3 and Wattpad eventually in the future. I don't know, we'll see. This is a different take than I genuinely anticipated, but my brain had been scrambling for another approach to this series and I followed my gut. Glad I did a lot of improvisations for the first part of the series. Comment to be tagged on, or removed from the taglist if you want! Have a lovely day and night. Taglist: @revnah1406, @welldonekhushi, @alypink, @littlemissclandestine, @walder-138.

“We made it, kid! Just hold on!”

“Tell my mom that… I’m sorry and I never meant what I said.”

“Oh no, no, no! NO! Marlene! MARLENE! NO! Don’t die on me!”

“If you knew it all then? Would you do it again?”

“Where am I?”

“I promise… I didn’t do it.”

“They would’ve been disappointed in you right now.”

“... Just like them to you as well…”

“Hey. You’re a goddamn survivor, kid. Just like your mama. Four times and going. No one with guts like yours could’ve done what you did. Let alone endure the ridiculous shit you’ve been put through. Think about it. You’ve lost and learnt, but it’s all about perseverance in the end.”

“I wish you were my dad...”

“Don’t do it, Marl. You don’t want to end this way.”

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The consideration of ending it all had always been in her thoughts ever since losing Anthony. She was just nineteen years old at the time. Her bestest friend, her better half, her soulmate. Her breathing had hitched when she looked down from the window, placed in one of the top floors after getting liberated, with the breezy winds hitting her face.

Until the base had been attacked by an unknown group of operators who definitely knew their shit due to the lack of casualties on their side while she was getting dragged off by Phillip and covered by David with the other Shadows after they jumped out of the floor to the bottom when a grenade was thrown at them.

Lucky or not, she’d survived the impact, sprawled on the floor with the inability to pull herself together. Her breathing was so weak despite having an adrenaline rush. Marlene couldn’t even comprehend her surroundings. The helplessness was there all over again, she couldn’t help herself, or the others, to get out of the danger zone.

It felt like Marlene was slowly dying in the midst of destruction- or so she’d hoped. They didn’t want her to give up so soon, but she held no resistance for the darkness that's consuming her blurred vision. Incoherently mumbling apologies and weakly leaning on Phillip’s shoulder before getting laid down somewhere. Leaving a large amount of blood trails behind them.

They needed to leave her and she desperately pleaded for them to go, which sounded like a wheezy whisper, before she eventually fell into the deep slumber with her heartbeat decreasing by each second. She felt one of them shaking her limp form, shouting her name, and felt their anguished grief. It pained her numbed soul so much, especially when her unmoving face was buried onto someone’s neck while they cradled her in their grasp.

Marlene can’t let anyone else die on her watch. At this moment, she’d die this time for good. Even if it meant without saying properly goodbye to everyone else, although the mere thought of seeing him again to wherever he was brought some little hope to her broken self.

She imagined seeing his stupid, goofy ass dimpled smile. The beautiful light in those vibrant brown eyes that held so much life. The curls at ends of his perfectly brushed short dark hair just bouncing whilst he happily greets her. Nostalgia painfully hits her hard. Remembering she would bury her tearstained face onto his shoulder when they were together, when he was alive, inhaling his soft fragrance, and tightly clinging onto her better half as if he were gonna vanish.

Anthony… I’m coming…

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Then her heartbeat was beating once again. Instead of being embraced with death as expected, she was met with the feeling of a long syringe plunging deep into her thigh. Monotonous and disembodied voices were heard with machineries whirring.

Someone mumbled something about her vitals becoming more steady now and got off their knees to walk off after getting called over to assist the others. It sounded like they needed her alive more than dead, otherwise she wouldn’t be slowly waking back up right now.

Her breathing slowly went from shallow to normal, or at least close to what normal as it gets, as Marlene felt like she was laid onto the cold floor, her limbs sprawled, with the ability to move around slowly coming back to her. Regaining and stabilizing her senses too.

Groaning softly and her eyes fluttering open just to see herself in the garage of the overruned base. Largely spacious with crates scattered all over and a group of numerous operators moving around to activate some sort of device. Barely noticing her regaining consciousness and busied with whatever they were doing.

Marlene’s fingers twitched as she struggled to push herself off the floor with a soft grunt. Leaning against a nearby crate after managing to crawl on all fours, without making a single sound, so she can hide behind one of them.

What the hell happened? Why aren't I dead? Why am I still alive? These thoughts ran through her distorted mind as the young woman readjusted her brown jacket over her shaky form and peered over her shoulder to search for a way out.

Unable to understand why and how she is still alive, Marlene knew better than to sit around and wait before something bad happened to her, so her instincts were telling her to evade and think later when it's safe. Just like her mom always says.

Marlene quickly picked at the corner of the crate and yanked some of it, without getting any splinters, although she did chipped a couple nails and didn’t really care about it, to make a handmade weapon. It was the size of her hand, but it was more than alright. Using her nails to make a sharp end and inspected it in her hand after she was done.

Perfect.

Thankfully no one noticed her disappearance and she peeked over to see most of them were still busy. Marlene grunted under her breath when she quietly walked around the shadows while crouching, despite her injuries aching badly, before stopping behind a black bronco.

“Detonation will be ready in five and we have the target subdued,” She hears one of them announce to the radio. “Do you copy? Over.”

The radio cackled in response before another voice was heard. “Copy. We’ll be there in three. We lost visual contact on the other targets, but it doesn't matter, we got the girl. So we’ll be there with the commander. Over.” Someone monotonously answered.

“Copy that. Over.”

Then Marlene noticed one of the operators that was keeping guard, far away from the group, walking towards her area. They wandered closer to her range before pausing in mid-step after hearing a little rustling sound.

Stepping closer to the source of the sound, they cautiously peeked over the hood of the bronco and saw nobody there at all. Straightening up and just stood there for less than a minute before they shrugged it off.

“Huh…” They shook their head, assuming they were just hearing things, or maybe it was a rat, and turned around just to have a wooden weapon shoved right in their jugular and slicing across the throat as they gagged and choked hard before Marlene quietly laid them on the floor so no sound was made.

Breathing heavily as she let them bleed to death before yanking their weapon off them. Heckler & Koch KH94A3. Checking the safety and ammunition. Safety on and magazine full, just what I actually need, thank fuck. She also unstrapped their knife, holstering it at the back of her jeans, before limping off in a crouching position still.

Whatever they injected in me with… I’m not completely immobile compared to before… She considered just leaving before her situation could get any worse, but then they’ll just come after her- or worse, after the ones who she cares about too. I don’t know if they made it out or not…

Marlene decided to take a stand and not yield to these assholes. Hurrying to the other side after hiding and disposing of the body, she mustered whatever strength induced into her, and regained through one's will, they weren’t gonna get away with this. Her morality bar got low a long time ago anyways, she isn’t opposed to taking down whoever is responsible for attacking them.

Mom would do the same thing… She thought grimly before cocking the weapon in her hands.

One of them went to check on her before realizing that she wasn’t laying there unconscious anymore as Marlene rushed up to the unfortunate soul and shoved the end of her weapon below their chin and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot startled the others as blood and clumps of brain splattered on her clothes down to the floor. She couldn’t care less and began creating carnage among them with whatever energy she had left.

Using the crates and unignited vehicles for cover, they didn’t last much due to their weapons and group of numbers, occasionally grabbing onto one of them to use as a meatshield before blowing their head off and dumping them aside, as Marlene didn’t waste a single bullet.

Taking the dead ones discarded guns with the magazines to replace her current empty one. Heckler & Koch MP7A2. Quietly crawling fast underneath an obstacle to sneak up behind another to stab the back of their right calf before using her submachine gun to take them down.

“She’s over there!” One of them shouted to their teammates- which ended with a few bullets through their visor of the helmet, dropping dead as she sprinted, her bad leg making her stumble a little, as Marlene tackled an unsuspecting operator from behind and plunged the knife through the back of their neck. Twisting it roughly before pulling it out. Snatching a flash grenade from the vest and tossing it over with a clicking sound towards a group of seven.

“Goddamnit!” One of them snapped in frustration while removing his helmet, carelessly dropping it aside on the ground, to rub his eyes so he could try to recover from the temporary blindness. “Don’t kill her! We need the target alive!” Squinting and looking around for her whereabouts. She wasn’t nowhere to be seen, much to his displeasure.

Until the sound of an engine being ignited, headlights getting flashed upon them, caught him off guard once most of them were rammed by a bronco. Dropping almost like dominoes and most of them succumbed from the impact.

“... I should’ve known why we were selected for this operation.” The incapacitated operator groaned in discomfort and slowly rolled to his side to try to stand back up on his feet. Just hearing the vehicle’s door opening and slammed shut with the sound of staggering footsteps coming towards him. He looked up at her, seeing the gun barrel aimed at his face, as his target just stared down at him apathetically. No remorse for her actions. He actually has a good amount of respect for that.

Her mother raised a killing machine for sure… He internally commented to himself.

“Before I blow your brains out from your skull. All I wanna know is… Why?” Marlene asked with her hand trembling a bit. Looking down at him, he is a caucasian male seemingly in his late-twenties, short messy dirty blonde hair, grayish blue eyes, and looked like shit from what she just did to him not too long ago.

He remained unresponsive just for a minute before giving her a serious look. “We’re just following orders here, kid. This was just bound to happen sooner or later.” The operator gave a cryptic response instead of a direct one.

This answer barely made her happy at all. This just irritated her and she wanted nothing more than to tear his throat apart with a bullet through his skull. Marlene bit the tip of her tongue in frustration and looked aside to see some sort of heavy looking device, but what caught her attention was that it had a timer on it.

Fifty-nine seconds left.

It looked like it could take the entire building down with that amount of explosives on it. Someone clearly wanted to get rid of any evidence of this attack on this base. Although she was quite unfamiliar with a blue glowy, bioluminescent-looking substance inside some glass tubes tied between wires and whatever you’d need for a bomb.

Shit… Marlene blinked owlishly and turned her head to look down at the man.

As if reading her mind, the nameless man just gave her a blank stare in return. “There’s no point. You won’t be able to disarm it – even if you tried.” He grunted when she kicked him right on the sternum before dropping back down onto his back on the floor when he tried getting up.

“I’d ask who the hell are you, or who are you working for, but I'm not gonna waste anymore of my precious time when you clearly aren’t gonna give me straight answers.” Marlene said coldly and just turned around right after shooting his left thigh and right ankle, he screamed and writhed in pain, as she pushed herself towards the exit. “You can just die here for all I care…” She mumbled under her breath.

I need to make sure they’re still alive… I can’t live with myself if something happens to them… not again… I can’t go through this again...

Just before Marlene can reach for the door handles, it suddenly bursts open, making her stagger backwards slightly, as she is met with an intimidating, masked and heavily armed individual who raises their gloved fist and swiftly pounded it against her face.

Her mouth opened in a silent shriek from the sudden punch as she fell on her backside onto the floor. Ignoring the pain coming from her face. Hastily pushing herself back up with a grunt, looking back up to see her attacker marching towards her, whipping out some sort of electric baton from their thigh holster.

Marlene shouted in pain when they managed to lunge forward to swing the weapon and hit right onto her gut. Almost stumbling on her feet like a newborn fawn, she turned and began running around the garage to avoid the hits while trying to steady her breath at the same time.

“I literally don’t have time for this bullshit!” She can already feel the adrenaline leaving her. This wasn’t good at all. Marlene needed to get the hell out before this place imploded in less than a minute. Unable to think properly while getting chased, she simply found a barrel filled with gasoline ahead of herself, raising her weapon to shoot at it just in time, running past it as being pursued at the same time.

Getting ungracefully flung forward onto the floor, with her attacker flailing to the side, roughly landing against the wall and crates. Their weight crushed them as they laid limp in the pile, meanwhile Marlene sighed in exhaustion against the cold floor, unbothered by the heat against her backside, and pushed herself off the floor to on her knees.

Barely able to fully stabilize herself in a short span of time. Marlene felt her wrist getting toughly tugged by the same operator she’d just incapacitated not too long ago. He yanked her closer and slapped some sort of device, or whatever weird looking watch it was, onto her wrist. She winced when the sharp feeling pierced into her flesh. Recoiling away as the young woman felt like writhing right there when the device triggered something within her.

A gasp slipped from her lips once the device imploded. Flashes of a blinding whitish, bluish hues filled her vision as it felt like gravity became nonexistent.

Then everything became black.

-

It was all bright and everything happened so fast. She could barely comprehend and wondered if she was actually dead this time, or somewhat survived, because this was getting ridiculous for her.

Marlene felt the left side of her face just numbingly cold and wet. It’s snow, she’d know the feeling. Breezy winds hitting the exposed side of her face as she softly groans, slowly pushing herself up, and those brown eyes fluttering open just to see she was in the middle of nowhere.

She felt fine- which shouldn’t be fine. Marlene was painfully aware that she wasn’t born normal like other people, her mom had tended to constantly remind her that since she was young girl, but this hasn’t happened to her once before.

However her head was throbbing real bad with the nauseous feeling hitting her. She couldn’t barely recall the last time she’d felt this whiplashed. Now Marlene could barely recall the entire event that just happened before literally landing here. It’s like recalling bits of scenes of a broken film or something.

And Marlene wasn’t entirely sure if her attire would keep her warm long enough to seek refuge. Her brown jacket wouldn’t be enough against the snow just as her blue hoodie underneath it.

“Whatever, at least I’m not half naked.” She muttered to herself and dragged herself through the thick snow. “I can keep whatever is left of my dignity.” Snorting in disbelief to herself after saying that.

“I need to wait this weather out somewhere warm in the meantime. Something tells me that I’m definitely not in Alaska or Wisconsin.” Marlene sighed, slightly annoyed due to her circumstances, and trudged along into the blizzard. Her boots weren’t suited for winter as well. She can already feel the snow going into them.

The temperature was bringing back some bad foggy memories and she was just glad that nobody was pouring steaming hot water on her at the same time.

~

Marlene shivered and her teeth chattered, wrists twitching against the leather binds, as she was barely able to recover from the bucket of cold water with ice in them getting poured right on her before the bucket of hot water after that.

Dissociation was her friend in this moment as she zoned out while muting out their voices.

Biting onto her tongue and cheek from the inside of her mouth to prevent herself from screaming when the process was repeated. Soon pneumonia would catch up to her if they don’t use the blowtorch on her later.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug… bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene kept repeating those words under her hoarse breath and rocked herself at the same time. It helps her pass the time, soon she’ll be back in her claustrophobically small cell, and a few hours of peace will be granted to her before they bring her back out of there again.

~

How long can this go? It felt longer than ten minutes since she’d been walking in this cold hellhole. Huffing and almost wheezing as Marlene pushed her legs forward while rubbing her arms. On the bright side… At least this isn’t the desert where I could've passed out from a deadly heat stroke by now… She tried to be optimistic about this, really, she did.

The device on her wrist wasn’t helping either.

Something sharp that felt like needles was digging deep into her wrist whenever she tried to yank at it, or make an attempt to take it off, but her attempts were futile for now as it remained on her. Chopping her hand off wasn’t an option.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene repeated and continued on as pausing in mid step once she heard sounds of a helicopter, or more than one, above her. “Oh, I don’t like that.” She muttered and shook her head before increasing the pace throughout the thick snow.

Something caught her eye from the right above as a figure moved through the trees with such speed. Barely able to react and just kept going faster so she could find some civilization with someplace warm to recuperate for the meantime.

Hearing someone yell from the distance with some gunfire as it lasted for about a minute before it abruptly stopped. Quite unsettling for her, but Marlene had to keep her cool, no pun intended, and decided to check it out by changing her direction.

Snow got lower and easier for her to move around. Hopping once Marlene got onto the solid ground and practically jogged towards the source of noise until she ungracefully slipped on the unnoticed ice beneath her, grunting in pain when she landed on her bad side, and went to get back up before stopping when droplets of blood dropped next her to hand.

“Huh?” Looking up and almost slipping again once Marlene immediately noticed a dangling corpse, what appears to be a soviet uniform, or what's left of the body, hanging from a tree with a black wire wrapped around their mangled neck. Her breathing stopped there for a moment.

“What in the- oh, what the actual fucking hell!” Cursing when realizing the blood was getting on her clothes and hastily got back on her feet. Messily wiping it off her sleeve and regulating her breathing pattern before a panic attack hits her.

Furrowing her eyebrows and inspecting the mess noticing the necessities, which is a pistol with ammunition, a few grenades, and a small medkit onto the body. Marlene thought about this for a minute and due to her condition being on the thread right now, her moral compass was completely gray at this very point.

… This is so wrong, but I’m gonna need those… Sighing to herself and reluctantly grabbed a long branch after looking around for a second and began climbing onto the nearby tree with ease. Then jumping onto the same branch that held onto the hanging body, her body ached, but ignored it, she began hitting the pistol off. It took some hits for the weapon to fall off as it landed on the ground.

Letting go of the branch and landing on her feet, well, onto her knees due to staggering slightly. She reached down for the weapon and checked if it was full, which it was, before looking back up to aim for the wire after turning the safety off.

It dropped once she shot it loose as Marlene looked around cautiously before kneeling down next to the corpse to take what she needed. “I’m sorry…” Mumbling under her breath and standing back up right after just looting a dead body.

Somebody would've done the same if they were in my position…

Grimacing when the blood continued flowing and the red liquid almost surrounded the body in the snow. Then Marlene made a move on and kept a wary eye over her shoulder just after that, knowing she likely wasn’t alone out here. It wasn’t safe for anyone like her to be roaming around in the snowy woods.

Jesus… How long will it take for me to get to a nearby town? Marlene was sure enough that she might have to take camp for the night sooner than later or else a wild animal will have her for dinner.

“It would be un-bear-able for me if I got wolf-ed down… heh…” She chuckled dryly to herself for making such a wildlife joke, it was good in her personal opinion, when nobody else was around to hear it.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene continued with the mantra and climbed over a log, wincing with everything in her entire body and began to ache again, as she was mentally and physically overwhelmed.

It wasn’t long before she crumbled down onto the ground with a pained sound. One of the most painful headaches pounded at her head as well. The gun slipped from her shivering hands, she could barely move a limp without feeling like she was back in that dark hole again, getting tortured all over, and it only hurt more when she tried moving.

Tears swelled up in those brown eyes as she eventually stopped writhing with her breathing becoming shallow and black dots blocking her blurred vision.

The last thing that she heard was snow crunching nearby with branches moving as a pair of boots stood in front of her limp form.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (48)

part 48 of ?? | 1013 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

“I have to tell her,” Steve groans, rubbing his hands over his face and slumping onto the couch next to Eddie. “I can’t keep this up.”

We're nearing the end and I'm slowing down on posting because I'm still working on it, but y'all can have some fidgety Eddie and an insecure Steve Harrington as a treat.

48.

“So what’s the deal, Steve?” Robin huffs the next day. “You and Eddie totally blew us off last night, what the hell was up with that?”

“It’s not like you watched it alone,” Steve points out. He’s trying to pretend that bustling a stack of returned tapes back to their correct places on the shelves of Family Video is too important a task to look away from, unprepared to meet her gaze. “You had Nancy and Jonathan and . . . that sweater guy.” 

It feels as though as soon as she looks him in the eye she’s gonna know he asked Eddie if he could be Eddie’s boyfriend, and Eddie said yes. But he’s not sure if they’re telling people, because they haven’t gotten around to talking about that part yet. Kind of got distracted by . . . other things. 

“Argyle.” Robin rolls her eyes, despairing. “That sweater guy, unbelievable. You should know his name by now.”

“Robs. You know we end up smoking any time we hang out with that guy. I ask every time, and then I just forget it again because I’m all high!”

Eventually Steve manages to turn the conversation in enough circles that Robin loses the original thread. She’ll pick it up again, but at least he’s bought himself some time. 

-

“I have to tell her,” Steve groans, rubbing his hands over his face and slumping onto the couch next to Eddie. “I can’t keep this up.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t yet,” Eddie admits. He’s still wide-eyed and strangely fidgety from the revelation. “Because, yeah, obviously she’s a force to be reckoned with, I’m kind of worried about my chances of survival, but . . . it’s you and Robin. You two share a brain.”

Steve groans into his hands. “God, I know. I mean . . . she knows I like you. That’s most of it, right? I told her nothing was ever going to happen, but—”

“Nothing?” Eddie interrupts, zeroing in on the word. “Why not?”

He peeks at Eddie—at his boyfriend—through his fingers. “Uh, because I didn’t think you liked me?” 

And he can feel his face warming under his palms as he says it, so he’ll keep his hands right where they are, thanks. At best he was being stupid and at worst he’ll turn out to be somehow right, neither of which sound good. Not that this is helping. . . . Trying to pussy out of being honest with his best friend isn’t a good look. (His dad would say that it’s pussying out to feel obligated to be honest about the relationship in the first place. Even to owe them the truth, because ‘you don’t come out on top by owing, Steven.’)

Eddie’s mouth forms a few different, interesting shapes, starting with O and morphing into something that shows off his dimples. “Of course I like you. You’re you, what’s not to like? Wheeler must’ve been crazy to let you get away.”

It’s nice to hear. Still, Steve notices, he’s chewing on his bottom lip like there’s something serious on his mind. Fuck, is Eddie about to break up with him after one measly day? Because that would be so—

“Jeff knows,” Eddie blurts out. 

And that. Is. So far from what Steve was expecting that his hands drop to his lap and he goes still, even stops breathing for a second. They’re sitting close enough that their sides touch; Eddie must feel the way he freezes, because he starts babbling to fill the sudden vacuum in the conversation. 

“He figured out something was up about a month after I started blackmailing you, and he asked, and I just—I cracked, man, I—”

“Eddie.” Steve turns to him, tugging on the far side of his denim vest. (Not the one Eddie had thrown at him in the Upsides Down. That one is still tucked into the back of Steve’s closet, too embarrassed to give it back because no amount of cleaning seems able to work the bloodstains out.) “Eddie, breathe, okay? Give me a second.”

Eddie settles, relaxing a tiny bit when Steve keeps their sides pressed together on the couch. In the following lull, Steve thinks hard. 

Does it bother him that Eddie told Jeff?

He’s surprised, but that’s because he’d known from the start that he couldn’t tell Robin. She would’ve been pissed off and protective on his behalf, and she would’ve tried to talk him out of giving Eddie money. What would have happened to Wayne then? No, telling Robin had never been an option. The only other person Steve could possibly confide in was Dustin, and that was also an absolute no-go for a lot of reasons. Dustin looked up to Eddie, still does, and Steve hadn’t wanted to fuck with that.  

Jeff, despite the insider knowledge, hasn’t given him any shit. He’s actually seemed to give Steve a fairer shake than the rest of Eddie’s friends, going out of his way to interact with him in the D&D game. That takes a lot of the sting out of the surprise. 

“Does Wayne know too?” he asks finally. 

Eddie groans and pulls a handful of hair across his face. “Yes. I told him everything when I was still drugged up at the hospital. The supernatural shit too, but . . . everything. Jesus, did he say something to you?”

“Kind of. He said I should let you keep apologizing.” Thinking back, a small smile pulls at Steve’s mouth. “And he called me son.”

That gets Eddie to peek out at him, and Steve doesn’t know what the look on his face means—lips slightly parted, a light flush spreading across both cheeks, tilting toward him with big brown eyes open wide and sparkling with something warm—but he likes it. Wants to figure out exactly what caused it and keep doing that forever. For now, he shifts to his side and pulls Eddie in for a kiss. From the way Eddie's lips stay curved under his, it seems to do the trick.

His internal jury is still out on whether he deserves all this, but he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.

[macfrog]

I apologize in advance - im so sorry this is gonna be so fucking long, but i just read the latest chapter of clm and i am in awe of your writing! This just might be one of the best things i have ever read!! So so talented! Your words in this chapter are so so gut-wrenchingly beautiful and poetic, i reread a lot of them a few times just to try to capture the feelings they evoked in me. Here are some of my favourite sentences from this chapter, followed by my commentary aka praise for your extraordinary brain and magical writing pen.

"Your dimpled blush blurs back into checkboxes and scrawled handwriting. You’re gone again. He’s in a white office, and the gentle lapping of the water on the pool’s edge fades into the headache noise of a fan humming, and he feels the warmth of your gaze on his skin turn into the cold, harsh spotlight glare of Lois’s eyes on him." WOW!! In the words of the one and only t swift: its giving movie, its giving cinematography. I can see this exact scene in my head like im watching a great fucking movie! These words combined together to form these sentences are obviously laced with some sort of magic because when i tell you i am not well i mean i am INSANE over this piece of A-R-T.

NEXT-

"It’s just: this time, your dad’s at your heels like a bloodhound. A little less sharp, maybe. Blind as a fucking bat, sure. But he can smell something’s up. And he’s circling it, nose to the ground, drawing nearer and nearer to the pair of you with each step." How? How do you do it? Tell us, please. Your way with words combined with how fantastically skilled your use of language is makes me write a ridiculously long message in your inbox screaming about all of it. All of it.

"Her voice is like ice down the back of his shirt. He stares at the machine, red light blinking like a rag to a bull. He could walk over to it and smash the ever-loving fuck out of it with his fists until it’s dust on his coffee table. Until it shuts the fuck up, stops interfering with his fucking business.

And then he thinks about Lois, and her cream blouse, and her red nails, and her big, blue eyes, and her soft drawl and everything about her that is so entirely opposite to everything about you.

And how much – despite how nice and friendly, or funny and good-natured she is – how much he hates her right now, and how much he fucking loves you." Its the imagery for me. Joel bby i love you and i get it. I love how you combined his aggressive thoughts and big, red feelings with something so tender, so beautiful, so soft. Ugh the duality of man. The power of a writer.

"He’s good at pushing feelings down, good at turning them away from the sunlight like faded pebbles. But this is different. It’s a different kind of hurt.

It’s unresolved, it’s an open wound. It’s you. And it’s every time he hears REO Speedwagon, every time he pulls a flannel over his shoulders and catches the scent of your perfume on it, every time he’s flicking through the TV and catches a flash of a hospital setting, it’s a pair of hands deep inside the wound, pulling it a little wider.

It aches. It stings and it aches and it winds.

And then he turns the pebbles around. Back to the shade. Over and over and fucking over." You have created such strong visuals throughout this whole chapter and i dont know if this was hard for you to write, but i feel so proud of you! I dont know how you felt during the writing process of this chapter, if it was tiring, or aggravating, or infuriating, but i can just imagine the sheer amount of joy and catharsis i would get from putting a period at the end of the last sentence here. The way you compared joel pushing down and hiding his feelings, something so vulnerable, to the pebbles metaphor, something so firm, and hard, and solid, is astounding to me. But its a contrast as much as it is the same thing. Especially because those feelings are as solid as pebbles. Especially because they can bruise you and scrape you up like pebbles can. And if you step on them, it only hurts you. I love your writing.

Also, sarah is so sweet in this chapter and i loved her reaction to seeing joel having a hard time. So so sweet.

"He’s staring at the end of your bed. Thinking about you under him, gripping onto his shirt, his hand between your legs. The very first time. And every other fucking time since then. Which one was the threshold? Who pushed who?" 📣POETRY

"As he passes the stairs, he pauses. Leans on one foot, head tilted to listen out for any sound of life. Any fucking sound – the creak of a floorboard, the squeak of a door handle. Anything to keep him here. Anything." MY HEART IS BROKEN. THIS BROKE ME. I AM GONE. I AM NO MORE. Put these words under "cause of death".

TL;DR: you. are. a. genius. Thank you for this chapter, thank you for this series, it is one of my favourites, and to quote you: i have no idea what youre laced with, but you got me.

(pls keep in mind that im writing this while running on no sleep, i hope you can understand everything, english is not my first language so i hope i expressed myself clearly and was articulate enough)

i have sat on this ask for 2 days now and i keep coming back to read over it and cry a little more each time. i cannot begin to tell u how appreciative i am of this 🥺🧡

there are few feelings that hit as fucking hard as receiving messages like this and reading how much someone has connected with something you've written...so thank you thank you thank you. it means the world and more. i don't even know what to say

[elbasanluis]

part two: prologue, (don’t fear) the reaper.

march 21, 2023

Death had been cheated not once, but enough for Elba to have once accepted it as her destiny. But not even death received her and she was forced to choose life once more. Remembering how to trek forward after a decade of fighting against the tides felt unnatural. So much time was spent mourning could haves and should haves. And then, one day, this day, she woke and decided -- If I am not important enough to die, my what ifs are not worthy of my grief either. It was a semblance of a start, in her own Elba way. Because finally, it felt as if Elba was gracing herself with the same patience the gang had given her, her father had given her, the therapist in the city they’d hired, her boyfriend, and the abundance of self-help books she’d nicked from up the way.

All the knowledge in the world couldn’t have been enough of a forewarning to Elba and her friends. They could have never known slamming the front door shut on these emotions inside of her tired brain would only allow the back gate to freely and quietly swing ajar. Lori-Jane had left it unlocked for a rainy day, after all. And spring showers had just arrived.

Soon chunks of hail pelted against the cabin’s newly installed roof. It was tin and was meant to keep the beating sun’s heat away. If the heat this year was anything like the last’s, she’d be prepared. It’d made this thunderstorm sound like a hurricane. Estero Bluffs had called March through May hurricane season rather than spring. So, this felt like home. If she closed her eyes tight enough, she was ten years old and tucked into grey flannel sheets. Dad was cooking. Mom wasn’t around. Yeah, home. A flicker of a smile could’ve been recognized from the way her dimples became prominent after weeks of hiding. It disappeared at the sound of harder knocking. Thinking someone from the gang nearby had come to seek shelter from the storm, she quickly answered the door. Nobody was there and she was sure of it because the wind lashing at her face did not bring a single scent forward. No human, no creature. Not for a mile. 

The knock came once more as soon as the door was bolted shut. It was lighter. Elba peered through the peephole. Nobody. When she turned her back to fetch her cell, the knocking came a third and final time, so aggressively she was sure the door would come crashing inside.

“GO AWAY!” Elba growled, unsure of what at. It didn’t matter, because claws were already unsheathed from underneath silver-painted nails.

An unsettling whisper came from inside the cabin. “No.” 

The rain began to run red against all the window panes, transparent enough to peer through. Was this another case of raining meat? She quickly realized her car parked in the driveway was only half covered in crimson, half clear as day. The compound was not a far run and neither was Hilda’s, after she passed the clearing. She took a moment to ground herself with a deep breath, ready to be sprinkled in red the moment she jogged out the screen door and away from the cabin.

Elba’s white and beat-up sneakers hit the creaky porch, the droplets forming opaque and rich in color. Sure enough, hoards of blood began to encapsulated the wolf and her home. The scent turned her stomach with each stride she sprinted until she was out of the storm and could afford a look back over her shoulder.

But-- The cabin remained just the same, gleaming as if it’d only been coated with a fresh sprinkling of spring rain and not the most traumatizing sight she’d ever witnessed. Nothing had happened, but it had... The evidence still existed, coating the werewolf from head to toe. But her home? Looked as fresh as daisies, right as rain. What the fuck.

[hulijingemperor2]

After finishing up some work, Ayao was relaxing and enjoying Taihua's antics.

Since that her hulijing power came in, she can take her fox form, which is very  energetic.

Now after running all over her A-Die's study, she's now sitting on his lap and coloring.

Taihua: A-Die, is it cute?

Yao: of course, baby. Who did you draw?

Taihua: You and A-niang!

Yao: aw. I'll hang it up in my study.

Meng Shi: Yao'er, do you still have A-Song's drawings he did in his childhood?

Yao: yep. I have them in my drawer in my treasure room. I would never throw them away.

Meng Shi: how sweet!

Qin Su: our baby is so precious and talented.

Yao: i agree. She's such a gift.

A-niang, I think we should all go on a vacation to Dongying.

Meng Shi: that's a good idea. And you need a break.

Qin Su: yea. You're very hardworking indeed, and deserve some time off.

Yao: exactly. I want to spend some time with my family and children. We'll all go for 5 days.

Hua haven't seen Dongying before so we should show her.

Qin Su: right then. Huangdi, should I organise entertainment for us?

Yao: there's no need. Because I know that the Kitsunes will plan something when they hear than I'm coming. And besides, I'm not going as a Huangdi. But a rich dad of three.

Ok, maybe hire some performers so that Hua will learn about their culture.

Qin Su: ok Huangdi.

Yao: hey, A-Su. During the vacation. *glares softly* I want you to call me A-Yao of maybe Guangyao. Yaoyao can work too.

Qin Su: *blushing* A-Yao. Guangyao. Yaoyao.

I'm too shy to do that. I call you Huangdi because of my love and devotion to you.

Meng Shi: oh A-Su. Call him Yaoyao. It won't hurt.

Qin Su: *still blushing* Taihou.

Sisi: your devoted to Yao'er, so that means you're ready to fulfill his every request.

Qin Su: you're right.

Meng Shi: aha, A-Si is always right.

Team dimple: *enters*

Taihua: team dimple!! 

Yao: Just the crew I wanted to see.

Mo xuanyu: aww, Yao gege, you wanted to see us!

Yao: always!

Su she: *kisses hand* Huangdi. *does the same to Qin Su* Huanghou.

Qin Su: hi Minshan.

Taihua: you know Shanshan is so nice compared to uncle muffin.

Xue yang: I'm on it, little diva.

*kisses A-Yao's dimple* Jiggy, what's up.

Yao: planning a family vacation, Chengmei.

Xue yang: how hot, omg.

Where are you supermodels going?

Yao: Dongying. For five days.

Su she: aw, have a fun trip, Huangdi.

Yao: thank you, darling. You're in charge of my affairs and harem while I'm gone.

Su she: certainly. I'll take care of everything.

Mo xuanyu: yay! Well team dimple will forever rule as always.

We promise we won't boss your harem around so much.

Yao: *laughing* so much?

Xue yang: nah, Jiggy. We can't stop being mean and chaotic.

Yao: I know. But try not to provoke anyone.

Xue yang: yea boss, we'll do it for you!

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Yao: oh dear.

Mo xuanyu: yea Yao gege. We'll try. It's the harem members who are mean to us. Like if they were a little like team dimple then we won't be mean.

Su she: I think they're below average by the way.

Mo xuanyu:  if anything happens, we'll complain to Wen Ruohan.

Yao: so Wen Ruohan is your secret weapon now. Haha

Xue yang: yup.

Meng Shi: I hope he and Nie gui fei don't start fighting.

Sisi: because it may become destructive?

Meng Shi: and I won't be there to see the entertainment.

Yao: it would be entertaining though!

You should have seen how dage was tossed by him during the sunshot campaign.

Meng shi: omg! I could imagine. Looks like Nie gui fei loves being tossed around.

Yao: a little too much.

Meng Shi: a little too much to damage his brain. Like, who in their right mind would hurt my son.

Team dimple, if any of the concubines bully you, then call Ruoruo. Haha.

~~~~

Next day, the Mengs get ready for their vacation.

Yao: Minshan, if Minister of trades come, he may ask for some records. You'll find it in my secret room, as I was revising it last night before bed.

Su she: yes Huangdi.

Yao: ask the staff for assistance if necessary.

Team d you know what to do if something happens. I can trust you.

Su she: rest assured, and enjoy your trip.

Mo xuanyu: we got everything under control!

Xue yang: yea boss. Don't worry.

Team d: *kisses his hand one by one*

A-qing: *hugs* enjoy your trip, Rusong.

Rusong: thanks dear.

A-qing: *kiss* love you.

Rusong: I love you too.

Jingyi: *walking out with his hulijing girlfriend* Rusong.

Rusong: who's that? 

Jingyi: my girlfriend, Zhang. I sort of snuck her in last night.

Rusong: ohh really??

Yao: you snuck someone in?

Jingyi: sorry A-Die.

Zhang: sorry Huangdi.

Yao: I see you weren't home most of the time. So this is what you were up to.

Meng Shi: how naughty. But he's a Meng, what do you expect.

Rusong: didn't you have a gf before her?

Jingyi: yea but things didn't work out.

Now Zhang is my new gf.

Qin Su: A-Yi. How?

Jingyi: I met her around Tan district. And she's a hulijing too!!

Yao: please, A-Yi. You shouldn't sneak anyone in. Just invite her to your residence if you're dating her. We're Mengs.

Jingyi: ok A-Die. I won't sneak anyone in next time.

Sorry.

I like Zhang.

Zhang: heehee, Dianxia.

Jingyi: forgive me for sneaking her in.

Yao: it's fine. You realise your mistake.

Meng Shi: baby, why are you hiding your gf from us.

Jingyi: *Whispers*  because they're always short termed.

Meng shi: oh dear.

Zhang: (the Meng family are so beautiful)

Yao: Miss Zhang.

Zhang: *kneels* Huangdi.

Yao: I'll hire a caravan for you to take you home. Guests aren't allowed when we're not home. How does that sound?

Zhang: thank you for arranging transportation for me, Huangdi. And I'm honoured to date er Dianxia.

Yao: delightful. Well I hope to see you soon, with A-Yi.

A-Su, let's leave.

~

Dongying 📍

The Mengs had arrived at their residence, where they were greeted by Kitsunes.

Greetings Heika (Huangdi)

Yao: greetings. Long time no see.

We're happy to have you and your Meng family here.

Yao: aw thank you.

Greetings to the rest of the Mengs.

Taizi is so cute as always. Taizi, have you changed your skincare routine?

Rusong: not really. Do I look gorgeous?

Of course you do, your highness.

Jingyi: I agree. Rusong is just beautiful.

Rusong: don't flatter me, guys.

And Hua Gongzhu is the cutest thing. Greetings, Gongzhu.

Taihua: greetings! Your clothes are beautiful.

Thank you. That's my Kimono.

Taihua: ohh.

Meng shi: we always wear kimonos when we're in Dongying, Huahua. So you'll get to wear one too.

Taihua: aw, I'm so happy.

Meng shi: then during imperial parties and court, we'll wear the Junihitoe.

Taihua: waw.

Heika, please, lunch is ready. Later we will help you relax.

Yao: all sound so lovely. You have really planned everything perfectly.

As your Kitsune staff should, Heika.

Yao: *smile*

Afterwards, they had  some lunch together on their verandah outside before hitting the city (in disguise).

Rusong: A-Die, is that hunting ground still functioning.

Yao: of course, dear. I'll carry you two, and we'll do some day hunting.

Rusong: that's sounds cool!

Jingyi: I'm excited!

Taihua: what about me, A-Die?

Yao: aw baby, it's not safe for you. Sorry.

Qin Su: we'll take Hua shopping!

Meng Shi: good idea. 

Taihua: yay shopping!!!

But aren't we going shopping afterwards?

Meng shi: Huahua, is there anything as too much shopping?

Qin Su: and you're a rich princess, so.

Taihua: aww!! Yea A-Die is pretty rich.

Rusong: Nainai says that we have to use up his money, Hua.

Meng Shi: *gasps dramatically* Nainai said???

Jingyi: I can confirm!

Qin Su: Song'er, Yi'er. Stop making excuses. You two love to use up your A-Die's money.

Jingyi: uh...no.

Rusong: thanks to Nainai.

Meng Shi: *laughing* don't say that in front of Hua. She may think that her Nainai wants her dad bankrupt.

Yao: don't worry, A-niang, I won't be bankrupt, because their funding came from me as well as 50% of the cash from Jin guangshan

Meng Shi: lovely. That Jin guangshan has to give money to the empire and the Meng children.

Taihua: who's Jin guangshan?

Jingyi: the Lanling demon.

Taihua: *gasps~ just like Meng Shi*

Sisi: Hua inherited your drama.

Meng Shi: I see that. Everyone has my drama.

Rusong: he has soars over his skin, a skinny figure and fangs. His hair is unkempt and he's dirty too.

Jingyi: he's all chained up and his nails are long like claws. Sometimes his spine comes out of place, so servants have to hit it back in place with a stick.

Taihua: *hugs Qin Su* A-niang.

Yao: aw. *strokes Taihua's hair* guys stop scaring her.

Rusong: but Ruo yeye is more scary than the lanling demon.

Taihua: no, Song gege. He is really sweet. And Nainai would get upset with  him if he wasn't.

Rusong: ahh you're so right.

Jingyi: 100%

Taihua: is he really a demon, Song gege?

Rusong: *laughing* Hua don't worry, he's just a scrawny dude now.

He's our grandad, who abused A-Die and Nainai a lot.

Now he's dealing with his karma.

Taihua: really? So A-Die punished him?

Rusong: yep.

Taihua: *sat up* then I'm happy now! A-Die is a hero! And Nainai is a goddess!

Rusong: exactly.

Qin Su: yes baby.

Meng Shi: Hua, your brothers are just meant to be mischief makers.

Taihua: that's so true.

Yao: *laughs*

This is  just what I needed. Time with my children. It's so fun.

Meng Shi: I'm very happy for you, Yao'er.

And I'm glad that I get to enjoy my grandchildren company.

Yao: it's the best feeling. And whenever I'm pleased, I feel to give gifts.

Qin Su: oh great, now our children will be richer.

Yao: correct. Song'er, Yi'er and A-Hua will get a chest of golden taels.

You three will have separate Mansion pagodas in Laoling.

They are already built, don't worry. I was going to turn them into offices for the supervision of my watchtowers. But this is a better idea.

Rusong and Jingyi: thank you, A-Die.

Taihua: aw thanks A-Die.

Yao: no problem. All are five storeys with 600 rooms. And the mansion will take up your names like Rusong Manor for example.

Rusong: waw.

Yao: you're my happiness.

Qin Su: Huangdi, let's go shopping.

Yao: *pretends to ignore, then opens fan*

Qin Su: Huangdi.

Meng Shi: A-Su. What did I tell you.

Qin Su: *blush* not in front of the babies.

Sisi: omg we didn't ask you to make out with him yet.

We want you to call him by his name.

Meng shi: only that, A-su. Tonight you guys can be intimite.

Yao: *smiling*

Qin su: it's harder when you're showing your dimples.

Anyways.

Guangyao, let's go shopping.

Yao: perfect!

Meng shi: awwwww

Taihua: omg!

Sisi: Did you faint, A-Su.

Qin Su: surprisingly i didn't.

Sisi: you and your Huangdi. Haha.

Meng Shi: they're so precious.

Afterwards, they dressed in their Kimonos, and went out in the town. The Mengs disguised their regal identities, however some eagle-eyed Kitsunes recognized them.

It's just that they won't harass the Mengs but admire from afar. A-Yao loves to take his disguise, so that he can enjoy city life, and he also wants to pay vendors genuinely.

If those vendors new that he is their Huangdi, they will insist to give him free items.

As usual, everyone was drooling over Rusong and A-Yao as they passed by.

Yao: sons. *strokes their hair* pick anything you like. I gave you some pocket money of 5000 yen.

Rusong: will do! Thanks A-Die!

Jingyi: awesome, diedie.

Yao: have fun.

A-Hua. I got pocket money for you too.

Taihua: yay! Thanks A-Die!

Qin Su: *holding Taihua* aww.

~

Meng Shi Sisi: *looking at ornaments and makeup*

Sisi: this shade will match you so much.

Meng Shi: aw really? Well you're my fashion guru.

Sisi: learnt from you.

Meng shi: *bought a hairpin and puts it in Sis's hair* for you.

Sisi: *blush* Huanghou jiejie. I must buy you jewelry too. Please, take off your earrings.

Meng Shi: you don't need to give me anything in return.

Sisi: I do.

*buys a pair of earrings and put it on her* perfect! You look very beautiful! *shows her a mirror* see.

Meng Shi: aw, A-Si. You're so sweet. I love them.

Yao: *looking at antiques* beautiful incense burners. A-Su, would they look lovely in my room?

Qin Su: definitely, Yaoyao.

Yao: I was redecorating the jade room, so I got to find some more ornaments.

How does a Pixiu pair sound.

Qin Su: that would be really beautiful.

Yaoyao, you should get another jade shelf for your ceramic collection.

Yao: mm, good idea. Speaking of jade,

I got a new jade face roller for the cheekbones. The one I had was broken.

Qin Su: aw Yaoyao, you don't need a face roller. You're genetically gorgeous.

Yao: I know A-Su, but prevention is better than cure.

Qin Su: *laughing* got you. I bought Hua a handfan.

Taihua: is it pretty, A-Die?

Yao: ahh waw. That's very beautiful.

Qin Su: I'll buy some fabric, so that we can make clothes for her.

Yao: mn. All our clothes are indeed handmade. It's our rule.

Qin Su: yep.

Taihua: I want some hair accessories, A-niang, A-Die.

Yao: as you wish, Gongzhu. *kisses*

While we shop, I have to buy some stuff for the harem members.

Maybe I can get them to deliver it to palace we're staying in.

Anyways let me forget about the harem for a bit.

*picks up a opal bracelet, and puts it on Qin Su*

Qin su: Guangyao. *blushing*

Yao: *puts a hairpin in her hair* Wear them tonight.

Qin Su: as if I'll take them off. *smiles*

Yao: let me pay for them.

Hua, did you choose anything?

Taihua: all. All are gorgeous!

Yao: oh really? You want them all?

Taihua: yea!

Yao: ok then. All is yours.

Vendor: WHAT????

Well from your appearance, you look like an aristocrat. You even resemble the emperor.

Yao: *chuckle* resemble the emperor? I am the emperor.

Vendor: *falls on his feet* Huangdi!

Omg I'm so blessed!

Yao: you have some exquisite jewelry pieces, and I want to hurt you as Taihua's personal jeweler.

(Every Meng has their own jeweler and designers)

Vendor: I'm so honoured to make jewelry for Meng Gongzhu. Thank you very much, Huangdi.

Yao: what's your name?

Vendor: Aoi Kenji.

From the Aoi Family. We're all jewelers.

Yao: delightful. It's very nice to meet you, Mr Aoi.

Let me pay up.

Meanwhile, Rusong and Jingyi were on another lane looking at cultivation material and ornaments.

Rusong: ah, I also have to buy gifts for the concubines. Haha.

Jingyi: as you should. Or else they'll revolt.

Rusong: Aqing could ever? And Ouyang Zizhen is a puppy.

Jingyi: lol.

Rusong: Ouyang Zizhen loves fans. I'll buy him a few.

and for A-qing, I'll get her some jewelry.

Jingyi: perfect.

Happy harem, happy life.

Rusong: tell me about it.

It's a lot of work being gorgeous.

Jingyi: pfft.

And Diedie does it so easily, and his harem is more chaotic.

Rusong: that's right. How does A-Die do it, lol.

~~

Later that evening, after their shopping, Rusong, A-Yao and Jingyi were heading on horseback, to their demon hunting ground. 

It's just a private forest filled with misfit demon and ghoul creatures who had wreaked havoc on the local people. So now they're banished to that forest for hunting.

Jingyi: if I see a ghost, I'm running.

Yao: don't worry, I'll protect you two.

Rusong: laughing* and I'll protect Jingyi.

..

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[multiverseofimagines]

Hi! I hope that you're keeping well! I've sent in a ship request before so I hope it's okay if I'm resending it? Feel free to ignore this though.

Could I please get a ship for mcu, marauders and stranger things? I'm a straight female, she/her and I'd like to be shipped with a male please!

My mbti is infp, enneagram is 4w3 sp/so and I'm a ravenclaw!

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I have broad shoulders. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love wearing makeup, and I almost always have a red lip on. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I think my aesthetic is dark academia with a little bit of 90s mixed in?

Hobbies/likes - I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore all forms of art and storytelling, and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I especially enjoy interior decor. I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching psychological thrillers and romcoms.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction, and I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures. I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn, and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service (giving) and quality time (receiving)

Thank you very much! Take all the time you need! I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Hi! Sorry I didn’t get to your request last time, My Dad died so I was on hiatus for awhile 😢 I hope ur not upset with me! Hope you like your ship <3

Stranger Things

I ship you with….

Steve is far from the “perfect” guy, he’s kind of a mess but thats why you match so perfectly.

He loves your intelligence and your love of life in general.

Literally Mom and Dad of the group!

You are 100% best friends with Robin. Probably childhood friends with her before you even knew Steve.

Your the “brain” of the group, constantly researching with Nancy and Robin, theorizing with Dustin.

Constant huge romantic gestures but comes off about it in the wrong way 99% of the time. He wont necessarily buy you flowers all the time but he probably would die for you so thats a plus.

He has the capability of bringing you to reality when you get too much into your head, when your falling apart over failing something or doing something wrong, he’ll be your voice of reason. Talk you down and crack some stupid joke.

Marauders

I ship you with…..

Obviously I had to pick James! He’s super similar to Steve, they are practically the same character to me lol.

You guys are always pulling pranks and fucking around.

You come on every adventure, even the ones Lily doesn’t wanna come on.

Dates on the astronomy tour <3 Naming stars silly names that you know they aren’t named.

Being best friends at first. I can imagine you being one of the Black Sisters, meeting James in your first year through Sirius and Andromeda. Your the only sister to be in Ravenclaw, despite your ambitious spirit. Much like Andromeda you see the truth behind the lies of Blood Purists.

You definitely get disowned from your family, you and sirius hella bond over this, and call eachother brother and sister despite being cousins because you practically are siblings while living with James

He will buy you flowers AND die for you.

Doesn’t know how to calm you down though, is terrible at that 😭 he’ll panic alongside you, and then Remus or Lily will have to comfort you both, and give ya’ll some senses lol!

Them being pissed that Ravenclaw wins house cup mostly because of your competitive effort. This is a year long rivalry, and you will constantly prank each others house, in order for that house to lose points.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

I ship you with……

Oooo I probably surprised you with this one!

Here me out! You are both very intelligent and ambitious, yet he’s much more quieter than you.

You bring him out of his shell, as much as you can. And he appreciates your efforts, he’s not one to have “friends” but you kind of force his hand, take him to Tony’s parties (pre endgame.) You introduce him to your friends as well, give him some sort of normalcy within his life.

I feel like you would also have powers, maybe like mental/telekinesis powers.

He’s terrified of you getting hurt. Will literally hunt down whoever has hurt you villain wise and make them rethink what they have done.

Having to babysit Peter ( in no way home)

The Variant Spidermen flirt with you and Strange is very protective and quiet jealous. You have to take him off to the side and scold/comfort him about it.

You guys definitely get married. Its a small ceremony, but its really romantic, and you love being called Mrs.Strange. (Even if you do keep your last name.)

Overall you guys are very different yet very similar, and I think you would cover each-others bases romantically. I think you two would have a hard time admitting your feelings for one another though.

[yeetlegay]

VegasPete Professional Cuddler AU

Another not-quite-fic nobody asked for because I have no time to write it properly but it’s been taking over my brain for like three days.

So picture this: touch-starved, affection-starved Vegas gets drunk one night and ends up booking a professional cuddler for a 2-hour session. He keeps telling himself he’s not gonna go, he’s gonna ghost the guy, cancel, make an excuse, whatever. But somehow he still ends up on a stranger’s doorstep, ringing the doorbell just in time for his cuddle appointment.

The cuddler, Pete, just about knocks Vegas over with his blinding, dimpled smile when he opens the door. Vegas was half-convinced, even standing there waiting to be let in, that he’d take one look at the guy and chicken out. Just leg it right back to his bike before he could even say hello.

But instead he’s letting Pete lead him inside, past a quaint living room and kitchen into what he calls the “happy room.” It has a mattress on the floor littered with big, fluffy pillows and a variety of blankets—knit, quilted, fleece. A few fairy lights are strung up on the walls, and to one side there’s a little movie projector on a table next to an aloe plant. It’s all very…cozy. Vegas stands there in the middle of it stewing in his very uncozy leather jacket and boots and skepticism while Pete walks him through the rules (no touching private areas, no kissing, no sexual advances, etc) and a few forms.

After all that, it’s time to cuddle. Pete is in a T-shirt and sweats, but he reassures Vegas—who didn’t ask—that he can be as dressed or undressed as he likes as long as his underwear stay on. Vegas stays dressed, only toeing off his boots so he doesn’t get anything dirty.

And then they. Well. They spoon.

Vegas thought he knew what spooning was, but Pete’s a professional and it shows. He’s got the whole thing down to an art form. Vegas has this idea that he’ll be the big spoon at least, rather than have his back to a stranger. But somehow he ends up with his head pillowed on Pete’s bare arm, their feet tangled together, Pete’s crotch flush against Vegas’s lower back. He’s not hard. It would be weird if he were, right? Very weird. Vegas booked him for cuddles, not sex. Pete’s a professional. His dick is professional.

Vegas’s dick is not professional. It is, in fact, taking the cuddling very personally. The longer he lays there, cocooned in Pete’s warm, lightly muscled arms, sinking into the places where their bodies align, the clearer it is that before his two hours are up, Vegas is gonna get kicked out of the cute—cute? his brain squawks—professional cuddler’s house for getting a boner almost the second Pete touched him.

He imagines leaping off the bed in a coordinated fury, grabbing his boots and making a run for it before Pete can notice and charge him some kind of erection fee, or worse, say something sympathetic like oh that happens to everyone or nothing to be embarrassed about. It is something to be embarrassed about. Fuck, if his dad thought he was pathetic before—

“You’re very tense, Vegas,” Pete says softly, uncritically.

“Am I.” It’s said through gritted teeth.

“And you’re sweating.” Is that Pete’s nose in his hair? “You might be more comfortable without the leather jacket, if that feels doable for you.”

If it feels doable. Vegas wants to tie him up. Show him what feels doable right now.

Pete takes his silence for discomfort. The arm sling around Vegas’s waist shifts, Pete’s hand coming up to pet—pet!—his hair gently. “Just a suggestion, no pressure. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Vegas, I promise.”

Vegas grits his teeth and sits up in a huff, stripping off his jacket and flinging it in a random direction at lightning speed. He’s back in Pete’s arms before his brain can catch up, cradled against his surprisingly solid chest, glaring at the fairy lights on the wall and trying not to notice the flush creeping up his neck.

He doesn’t have to see Pete’s face to know he’s smiling. The flush deepens. But then those arms are around him again, and it feels so nice, so cozy, that Vegas is melting into it without even realizing.

The two hours fly by. Pete has him try out different positions, talking him through each one in a gentle, soothing voice. Some people like to feel more childlike, like they have someone watching over them, Pete tells him as he arranges Vegas’s head in his lap. Some people like to feel freer to give and receive affection, so Pete puts them on their sides facing each other, his head tucked into Vegas’s neck. They must try a dozen different configurations, and Vegas is rock-hard for all of them, but Pete doesn’t say a word about it, even though Vegas is fully prepared to jump out the window the second he does.

At the end of it, Vegas feels split open and raw, like he just cried for hours. Pete gently extricates himself from Vegas’s loose limbs and tells him to take his time “coming down” while Pete gets him some water and a snack from the kitchen. Vegas lies there in a daze until he gets back.

When Pete asks him if he’d like to book another session, Vegas is saying yes before his brain is fully back online to tell him what a ridiculous idea it is. He’s out the door, back on his bike, fastening on his helmet, when it hits him that he just signed up for regular honest-to-god cuddle appointments.

I should go knock on his door and tell him I changed my mind, Vegas thinks. At least text him to cancel.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t knock on Pete’s door, he doesn’t text him, he doesn’t do any of it. And a week later, he’s back for his next session. Then again the week after that, and the week after that.

He gets hard every time. Pete doesn’t. It’s fine. Vegas is fine. Maybe it’s a little insulting, because does it mean Pete doesn’t think he’s attractive? But it’s fine. So fine.

They try more positions. Vegas has his favorites, and Pete seems to pick up on them almost instantly. Being the little spoon is one of them, in part because it’s one of the few where his dick is out of sight and nowhere close to any part of Pete. Another one is with Vegas on his back, Pete curled into his side with his head on Vegas’s shoulder. It means Vegas gets to smell his hair, the lemony scent of his shampoo, while Pete traces absent shapes over his hand and arm.

But one day, a month or so in, Pete says, “I’d like to try something, if you’re okay with it.”

Vegas is maybe too okay with the thing he wants to try, which is Vegas sitting up against the wall with a pillow behind his back as Pete swings a leg over his thighs and settles right into his lap, nearly on top of his crotch. Pete’s arms come up around his shoulders in a firm hug.

“Good?” Pete asks. His breath is hot against Vegas’s neck.

Vegas’s fists clench and unclench at his sides. He breathes in Pete’s lemony shampoo scent and thinks of the unsexiest things he can come up with. Wild boars. Smallpox. Kinn. Nothing works. He’s got a lapful of professional cuddler and he wants to fuck him so hard he cries.

“Good,” he chokes out.

“You can hug me back, if you want to,” Pete says, muffled.

Vegas wants to, and his brain is losing the battle with his dick, so he does. Just a little at first, settling his hands over Pete’s hips, his thumbs brushing against soft skin where his shirt has ridden up just a little.

Pete inhales sharply.

No sexual advances, Vegas thinks.

His hands creep higher. Pete’s shirt is too loose. It falls away from his body too easily. It might as well not even be there.

Vegas pretends it isn’t. He heats his palms on Pete’s warm, soft stomach. He maps the trim curve of his waist, measures the fit of it in the crook between his thumb and forefinger. This is okay, right? This isn’t sexual. This is—this is just touching. Touching isn’t inherently sexual. It says it right there on Pete’s website. And if Pete had a problem, he’d stop him, right? The consent form had a whole paragraph about what he’d do if a client overstepped.

He’s not doing anything right now, just letting out these soft puffs of breath against Vegas’s neck and holding very still. So it’s not overstepping.

Well, until Vegas licks him at least.

He doesn’t mean to. He’s so busy exploring Pete’s soft belly and the delicate rungs of his ribcage and the gently curved underside of his tits—that’s not a private area right? he’s staying below his nipples—that when Pete shifts, shirt slipping a couple inches down his shoulder, Vegas isn’t even thinking. He just—his mouth just opens, right there against the little cradle of his clavicle, and his tongue finds the skin there, finds the sweat and the sweetness.

No kissing, Pete said. But that wasn’t kissing, was it? It was a lick, and not even on the mouth. Totally different. Apples and oranges. Vegas does it again, just to prove it.

Pete moans very quietly, the sound vibrating gently against Vegas’s throat. “I—”

Vegas slides his hands around, to the small of Pete’s back, then lower, dipping just under his sweats to the slight notch of bone where his spine meets his ass. This is where Pete’s wrists would be, Vegas thinks, if he tied them behind him. Vegas could put him on his front and watch his long, pretty fingers flex in and out of fists above the rope or silk while he worked his cock into him slowly, with care. He could grip the ties in one hand, drag Pete back into each thrust, make him fuck himself on Vegas’s cock.

No touching private areas, Pete said.

But when Vegas lets his fingers dig in, just a little, at the very uppermost swell of his ass, it’s Pete who rocks forward with a gasp, pressing their hips flush together. His dick, slotted right against Vegas’s, is unmistakably hard.

They both freeze. Vegas braces himself, struggling to figure out how to detach his mouth and hands from Pete’s warm skin, waiting for Pete to send him packing.

Pete does pull away, face lifting from Vegas’s neck to stare at him. His cheeks are flushed, hair rumpled, a line in his cheek from where it was pressed against Vegas’s shirt collar. His bottom lip looks wet and beestung, like he’s been biting it.

Vegas opens his mouth to apologize. “I’m—”

“Fuck it,” Pete says, and kisses him.

He draws back after a moment, like he’s about to say something, or ask Vegas if this is okay, or just to wait to see what he’ll do. Vegas doesn’t let him go far. Pete’s barely found a few inches between them before Vegas gets one hand in the collar of his too-big shirt and drags him in again.

No kissing, Vegas’s mind supplies helpfully, right as their mouths collide a second time. No sexual advances. No touching private areas.

Pete is doing all three like he’s getting paid for it, even though he very specifically isn’t. He’s whining into Vegas’s mouth, licking inside with his hands fisted in his hair. He’s grinding their hips together with filthy abandon, squirming into Vegas’s hand as it slips further into the back of his sweatpants to find the hot little clench of his hole.

“You want it?” Vegas says against Pete’s lips, one finger held right there, a suggestion.

Pete wants it. He’s so busy trying to work his hips down on that finger, trying to kiss Vegas again, it takes him a few seconds to even remember the word he’s looking for: yes.

Things get very unprofessional after that. But they still cuddle afterward. Vegas is the little spoon.

[neowinestainedress]

our gentle sin | preview

title: our gentle sin | part four of amami ancora

pairings: jeong jaehyun x OC | side characters: lee donghyuck, lee taeyong, kim doyoung, suh johnny, lee mark, nakamoto yuta, huang renjun, qian kun | mentioned: na jaemin, lee jeno 

genre: royal au, parents au, established relationship, smut, fluff

release date: Saturday 9 or Sunday 10 between 5-6 pm CEST

preview and slight nsfw under the cut 

Scarlett sighed loudly before closing Eunbi’s bedroom door behind her. It was rather late, past eight, and she was alone at home. Eunbi was good, never complained about anything, but putting her to bed without her dad to the side was always a struggle. And now Jaehyun wasn’t home, and he wasn’t going to come home before three days. 

Moving to a new house was a big step, probably bigger than what they could’ve afforded, but they didn’t have much choice. Eunbi was growing, Johnny had moved out, so did Mark and Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung needed their spaces, and so did they. Setting their own rhythms to raise her was necessary, not only for her but also for them as a couple. 

So here they were, in a small house, just a street away from the old one. It had just the essential rooms, and a small garden surrounding it. 

And even if it had been a year since they moved there and they were overall doing fine, Jaehyun had to start going abroad often to bring more money home. They weren’t struggling, but they still had a three-year-old baby to look after and bills to pay. 

Scarlett stretched her back, feeling exhausted after the long day, and then walked down the stairs, thinking about preparing some tea to cool off before trying to sleep too. 

But her plan for the night blew up. She almost felt her heart drop to the floor when she noticed that she wasn’t alone. Her lips quivered, trying hard to push out some words, and she felt so close to passing out when she realized who was standing in front of her.

A tender smile formed on her lips as her eyes scanned the relaxed, yet still pained expression on his face. “How much have I loved you, trying so hard to make you love me back,” she chuckled bitterly. “Only to think we could’ve had it all, if only you didn’t hate me so much for a stupid belief that women can’t be enough to reign,” she huffed, and then pushed the black veil out of her face, a grin on her lips, “It’s a shame you won’t see me in a crown.” 

“Are you thinking about what I think you’re thinking?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face curling his lips and making his dimples pop out. 

She sighed as they kept moving with the music. “It’s been more than three years since we had her, and a part of me wants to focus on her but a small, small part wants another one. I want you to be by my side this time around, I want to live a tranquil pregnancy, for what it can be, and I want to make our family grow,” she confessed, staring into his eyes. This wasn’t a talk they had the chance to have for Eunbi, at least not with a sober mind, not in between dirty sheets and lust-hazed brains. Back then it was just a game, a joke. 

Jaehyun smiled, ears turning red as he tried to hide it by lowering his head.

“You were thinking about this too!” She squealed.  

“Shh, don’t scream. But yes,” he admitted, “I didn’t want to pressure you. Also, things just started going well, I thought that adding another family member was dumb and reckless.” 

Scarlett let out a sigh, and tightened the hold on their intertwined hands, “I thought I was going crazy for how badly I wanted another one.” 

Jaehyun shook his head to reassure her. If he had to be honest, he wanted another one far before then just some months ago, not being there for her during the first one had killed him. “Well, after the wedding and everything, we could try.” 

“But what if it’s too soon for her? What if we can’t love her the same? Or even for us, she’s still young and she’s a lot to take.” 

“She’s showered with love, I’m sure she won’t miss any. And if everything goes well at the first try, which I doubt we’ll be that lucky again, she’ll be fourth and a half old.”

“I can’t believe that this is scandalous,” Johnny confessed. He totally got why it was, but he didn’t get how it was a problem to start with. “Your father never danced like this with you?” He asked, eyes now focused on Jaehyun that was bent, trying to dance and at the same time hold Eunbi’s hands while she moved to the rhythm and laughed loudly at every missed step of her father. 

Scarlett pursed her lips together, pushing down the lump in her throat at his words, “No. He never even said he loved me,” she confessed, a small, bitter chuckle rolling out of her lips. “He had never been proud of me in any way. He never held my hand while I was struggling on my feet to take my first steps, he never rushed to be back here afraid he would miss my first words. And nothing changed when I was big enough to truly understand how much he couldn’t stand me,” she whispered the last words while her head faced the marble floor for a split second before looking again at Jaehyun and Eunbi. 

“I spent my entire life trying to change him, trying to be the best daughter he could’ve ever wished for. I even thought that maybe he was right at being so stern with me, I had to be good enough to be a Queen and he just wanted me to be my absolute best but now,” she had to stop to take a deep breath, and then went on, “now I know that I wasn’t the problem. I look at Eunbi and I’m so proud already and I do not really care what she’ll become as long as she’ll be happy. And you have no idea how glad I am to know that I ended up with Jaehyun and life didn’t tear us apart because she won’t ever have to fight for his love, she won’t have to get on bleeding knees and beg for him to look at her with kindness instead of disgust. She is loved, deeply, and I hope she can feel it.” 

Johnny’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, not caring that people could see, “I’m sure she knows,” he reassured her. “You and Jaehyun are amazing parents, and I’m sure that even this new thing won’t change that for her.”

“Yeah, we like being here,” Jaehyun replied, grabbing a chair to sit next to her, and signalling Scarlett to sit on his lap. 

Eunbi smiled, “I’m happy. I can still read books with Johnny?” 

“Yes, honey, you can do whatever you want. Nothing changed, not for the people that love you. We just moved to a bigger place,” Scarlett reassured her, caressing her hand, while Jaehyun started to caress her cheek. 

“This room doesn’t have my things,” she noted, a small pout forming on her lips and a frown on her face.  

“Not yet. Those things were mine, you know?” 

Her eyes widened and so did her mouth, “Really? Even the shaking horse?” 

“The rocking horse,” she corrected, laughing at the way she was convinced at saying that. “It’s a rocking horse, and yes, it was mine.” 

She furrowed, “But it shakes.” 

“Well, yes, but shaking it’s more like moving something with no direction, a little bit more no sense compared to rocking.” 

“Can’t we call it shaking horse?” 

“Yes, we can call it however you want,” she replied, smiling fondly. 

“I like it better if it’s yours,” Eunbi admitted, smiling, wanting to talk more but feeling drowsy. 

“Your things will come here, by the way. I know you’re not letting go of your toys,” Jaehyun reassured her. It wasn’t like she had many, unfortunately, they never could’ve afforded to spoil her, but she was quite good at not breaking them, so a lot lasted, and she ‘piled’ them over the years. 

She hummed, smiling at them before letting her body slump back into the soft mattress and snuggle her head against the pillow, still holding her mother’s hand, “Song, please,” she whispered, so tired she had no strength to elaborate a full phrase. 

“Your favourite?” Jaehyun asked and when she nodded with a sleepy smile on her face, he started singing.

“Then love me,” she whispered, lifting his face with two fingers under his chin. Power was ahead, but love was what she wanted to feel that night, love that only Jaehyun could give her. And love was what she wanted to hold on to, selfishly and greedily like they always did, when they spent hours burning between these sheets pretending what they had was right. Because nothing much changed, only when she was rolling in that tangle with him, only when his fingers grazed her skin so gently and his lips brushed against it like the softest summer breeze, she felt human again. He was good at that, protecting her from the weight of the world, and the weight of her own brain. He was good at making the world stop spinning around so fast and cage their bodies in a limbo where nothing could hurt them, not in the past, not now, and not even in the future.

And the rush of power she felt as his hands moved up on her legs, pushing the silk nightgown up, and going up on her stomach, lips trailing on her skin, made her lose her mind. 

She wanted more.

She was his religion. 

And right there, on his knees, between her legs, he was praying. 

He was devoted to her and her only because no other God ever looked over him like she did. Nobody else would’ve sacrificed so much of themselves for him. Nobody else would’ve given up their lives for him. 

Only in the crease of her body, he could find his redemption. Only in her sacred wine, he could get drunk. Only in her voice, he could find eternal forgiveness. 

He was, since ever and for eternity, her most devoted believer.

At the end, they did find out the sex of the baby. They told the obgyn to don’t tell them and write it down in the envelope with the echography. 

And now Eunbi was excitedly sitting on her parent’s big bed with the letter in her hands, waiting for them to give her the signal to open it and be the first one to discover what it was. 

“Are you ready?” Jaehyun asked her, keeping his arms around Scarlett and feeling the baby kick hard, caressing her tummy hoping it would calm down. 

“Yes, I open it now,” she said, sweaty hands fumbling with the tongue of the package before she pulled the paper out and closed her eyes. She was a little bit nervous because she had spent days trying to learn how the words ‘sister’ and ‘brother’ were written and she was terrified she would forget. But then she remembered that if it was a girl it would have a small purple heart and a green one if it was a boy, so she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. 

She furrowed for a moment to read the letters and her heart jumped in her throat when she read the first one.

“What?” He asked, turning around with wide eyes, not understanding her random rant. “You think I don’t find you… beautiful like this?” 

She chuckled bitterly, “You hesitated, you find me repulsive.” 

“Repulsive? Are you insane? I always tell you that you’re glowing,” he replied. He did because how could he not. She was glowing like that, not only for the way her body looked but also for the confidence she radiated. Luckily the pregnancy was going on with no complications and this time around she was surrounded by love and it reflected on her. “I always touch you, hug you, kiss you. How could I hate you ever but how could I do it now?” 

“Then,” she sniffled, “then why don’t you want me?” 

He hesitated, only now getting what she truly meant, “You… you want to have sex?” 

“You don’t want me,” her voice broke.  

“No, I - I find you hot, alright? Incredibly hot. But you are a pregnant woman, the mother of my kids, how is that not wrong?” 

Scarlett scoffed, throwing her head back, not understanding why he was so taken aback by it, “How is that wrong?” 

“The fact that if I’d look at you like you want me to look at you, I’d go crazy because your body like this drives me insane. Because if I let that part take over, I’d tell you that I’d never, ever, find you hotter than now. And that is surely wrong.” 

“No, I like it. I want you to want me. I want you to be crazy for me. I need to know that my body going through these enormous changes it’s not a bad thing or a big deal,” she replied. “And I am incredibly horny, Jae. I need you, the hormones are driving me insane. You are driving me insane.”

“But… can we do this?” 

taglist: @adorejaehyn @pinkyzae​ (i don’t know if you wanted to also be tagged in this because i didn’t specified it in the other post so sorry if you didn’t want to!)

[jaehyunfirstlove]

CONGRATS ON YOUR 1K MILESTONE <3 can i please request a dad!jaehyun smut? 🥺💗

Pairing: single dad!jaehyun x teacher's aide!f. reader

Genre: fluff, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: cheesy flirting, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving)

Word count: 2k

A/N: aaaanndd another one i got carried away with lol! hope you like it, anon, and thanks for sending it in!

It was the first day of school and also your first day on the job as a teacher’s aide, and you were ushering the kids into the building when you noticed a boy standing off to the side, clinging to his dad’s leg. You noticed his dad had bent down, attempting to encourage the boy to enter the school with the rest of his classmates, but the boy just shook his head, holding even tighter to his dad’s leg. You walked over to see if you could help.

“Hi there!” you said in your sweetest voice, addressing the boy, “you must be Jeffrey. I’m Ms. L/N, your teacher’s helper.” You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just buried his face further into his dad’s leg.

“I’m sorry,” Jeffrey’s dad shrugged, looking at you with anxious eyes, “he’s just really shy since he doesn’t know anyone.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled, suddenly struck with how attractive Jeffrey’s dad was. Indeed, most of the parents and teachers milling about in the school yard were staring at him. “I’ve been trained for this sort of thing,” you reassured him. You bent down to be eye level with Jeffrey.

“I’m new too, just like you,” you told him, and this got his attention, as he peeked at you from behind his dad’s leg. “And I see you like Pokemon,” you continued, pointing at the keychain on his backpack. Now you really got his attention, and he finally emerged from behind his dad’s back. “I have some Pokemon stickers in the classroom, do you want to see them?”

Jeffrey nodded, smiling widely as he took your hand and followed you into the building. You glanced back at his father, who smiled gratefully at you, and you felt a stutter in your chest at the sight of the dimples that emerged in his cheeks.

---

Over the next few weeks Jeffrey became really attached to you, bonding with you over your shared love of Pokemon. He would sometimes play with the other kids, but mostly he would shadow you as you did your rounds during recess. He’d even opened up to you, telling you how his parents had separated and he’d moved into the area with his dad. You were intrigued by the story, by this sweet little boy who obviously missed his home, and a doting dad who had upended his life to take care of his son.

One day, Jeffrey’s dad was late to pick him up so you offered to stay with him while he waited. When Mr. Jeong finally pulled into the parking lot, he was frazzled, apologizing to you profusely for being late to pick up Jeffrey.

“I’m so sorry,” he’d put his hands together in a placating gesture, his eyes pleading, and you couldn’t help but smile at how endearing it all was. “I had a meeting that went late at work, I promise it won’t happen again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he looked at you in surprise. “Mr. Jeong, those aren’t the kinds of promises you should be making,” you said jokingly. You’d only meant to lighten the tone of the situation, but he looked at you then, gears whirring in his head.

“Well Ms. L/N, what kinds of promises do you suggest I make, then?” he tilted his head at you, and your brain was busily trying to decipher if he was being flirtatious or not. You noticed that Jeffrey had wandered off to kick at the wood chips in the playground, and therefore couldn’t hear your conversation, so you decided to be bold.

“Maybe… the kind where I can benefit too, Mr. Jeong?” you raised your eyebrows at him, and he broke into a wide grin.

“You can call me Jaehyun,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he regarded you.

“Then you can call me Y/N,” you answered, then leaned in, whispering, “but not in front of Jeffrey.”

He laughed, a beautiful, velvety sound that was like music to your ears. “How’s this for a promise then,” he put a finger to his lips, pretending like he was thinking hard, “I promise that I’ll be on time to pick you up for our date this Friday night.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” you asked cheekily.

“Yes? Do you accept?” he asked, now a little unsure but still encouraged by your lighthearted tone.

“I accept,” you nodded, “but let’s see if you can keep that promise.”

---

Friday night came and Jaehyun was indeed late, but just by a few minutes. You couldn’t help but tease him about it the entire time you were out together, and he took your teasing with a very good nature that impressed you. When it finally came time to take you home, he was silent as he walked you to your door, his face pensive.

“Everything okay?” you asked, noticing the change in his demeanor and wondering if you’d done or said something wrong.

“Yeah, I just… I just haven’t done this in a while… the whole dating thing,” he said hesitantly, running a hand through his hair. You noticed he would do that when he was shy or embarrassed, and to you it was the most endearing thing.

“I get it,” you nodded, “so there’s one new rule you need to know about.”

He looked at you questioningly. “What is it?”

“Well, breaking a promise on the first date means you have to come inside and have a coffee with me.”

He suppressed a smile, nodding his head and furrowing his brow. “Ah I see. Well, I would hate to break the rules, so let’s do it.”

When the coffee was done and a lot of heavy looks had been exchanged, but no actual move had been made, Jaehyun got up from the sofa with a sigh.

“Well I guess I’d better go, it’s getting late and the babysitter needs to get home.” Rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, he clearly seemed hesitant to leave, but he knew his responsibilities, something about him you really respected.

“Of course,” you responded, but you didn’t want him to leave either. When he turned his back to you, you had the sudden urge to touch him, just to be close, so you placed your hand gently on his back. At your touch he stopped and turned to you, and before you knew it he was gathering you in his arms, kissing you gently, tentatively, his lips soft and warm against yours. You sighed into his mouth, and that made him grip you tighter, and soon enough the kiss became heated and you had the sudden urge to rip his clothes off. But he eventually pulled away, ever so reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to breathe properly again.

“I really have to go,” he said, and before you could pull him back and tempt him some more he walked towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” he winked at you, before pulling your door closed behind him.

---

The next time he asked you out he surprised you by inviting you over to his place, saying he wanted to flex his cooking skills. You asked where Jeffrey would be and he said he’d be staying over at a cousin’s for the weekend, and that gave you an inkling that you’d have more than just dinner in store for you.

You showed up at his door wearing your most killer outfit, and it definitely had that effect, because when he opened his door and took one look at you he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Ms. L/N? Is that you?” his mouth had dropped open, eyes roaming all over your figure hungrily.

“Yes it is, Mr. Jeong. Do you not approve of what I’m wearing?” you asked innocently.

“I believe it violates every article of the dress code,” he said, shaking his head.

“Does that mean I have to take it off?” you asked with a smirk, and that was enough for him. He pulled you inside, slamming the door closed behind you, his hands rough and needy on your body as he pulled you to him.

“A violation like that requires a hands-on punishment,” he growled, in between sucking on your lips and then your neck, “which means I get to take it off you.”

He pulled you towards his bedroom, both of you stumbling over Jeffrey’s toys while he apologized between kisses and you alternated between giggling and moaning as his hands squeezed your ass, and then your breasts.

“Oh, Jaehyun,” you moaned, when he finally got you onto his bed, his body engulfing you as he hiked your skirt up to your hips. He groaned deep in his throat when he found you bare, his hand going straight to your pussy.

“Ms. L/N you are naughtier than I thought,” he said, shaking his head in awe, and you only had a moment to smile devilishly at him before he bent down and sucked your clit into his mouth.

You cried out, your body reacting instantly to the way he was pleasuring you, his eyes dark and hooded as he watched you fall apart. You threaded your fingers into his hair as you felt your orgasm coming on, biting your lip to keep from screaming as he continued to suck harshly, like you were the sweetest lollipop he’d ever tasted. Your orgasm came hot and fast, and instantly he released your abused clit, hastily pulling off his clothes before hovering over you.

You looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, lips flushed and shiny with your juices, his beautifully styled hair now falling messily into his eyes. “Are you going to give me my punishment now, Mr. Jeong?”

He smirked, before he reached down, peeled your dress off of you, slowly. Once it was off he ran his hands all over your body, admiring, watching your reaction as he flicked a nipple, or dipped a finger into your folds. When he had you panting and whining for more, he slid his cock into you, so deep that your back arched off the bed and your fingers dug into his skin.

“Y/N,” he groaned huskily into your ear, losing himself in the feel of you as he drilled you into the mattress, “fuck, you feel so good.”

You couldn’t even respond, every sound stuck in your throat as his cock hit you in just the right spot. You clung to his shoulders, his hips snapping into you so hard you’d be surprised if you didn’t have bruises by morning. The knot in your stomach started to form ridiculously fast, spurred on by the sounds he was making as he fucked you, low, deep, from the base of his throat, the reverberations in his chest going straight to your core.

“Jaehyun, fuck, that feels good, just like that,” you moaned, and your encouragement fueled him, his pace quickening.

“Like that, baby?” he asked, watching as you started to fall apart. He tweaked a nipple, and as your mouth opened to cry out, your orgasm finally hitting you, he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cries as you came, your body shuddering, pussy pulsing around his cock.

He released your lips to let you breathe, but he continued pumping into you, pulling you flush against him and pressing sloppy kisses to your neck. His thrusts started to stutter, and with one last deep thrust that took your breath away, he came with a low groan, face buried in your neck.

You were both breathing hard, bathed in sweat, but he still stayed inside you, nuzzling into your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, and soon enough he pulled back to look at you, his eyes soft.

“I haven’t done that in a long time, so I hope it was okay,” he said sheepishly, a blush creeping up to the tips of his ears.

“Mr. Jeong,” you smiled, continuing to card your fingers through his hair, “I give you an A plus for that.”

[sunrisefairy]

Sketches

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Y/N likes drawing people. More specifically, she likes drawing George Weasley. Which is fine, until she loses her notebook and George is the one who finds it. 

A/N: Okay so because of lockdown and me having legit nothing to do i spent the last 2 days writing this fic for @teawiththeweasleys​ writing challenge and i couldnt wait to share it with you. im lowkey very proud of it so i hope you all like it 

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines message me if you would like to be added!

Ever since Y/N was a little girl she was always drawing whether it was scribbles of her family, animals, magical creatures or plants, you could always find the girl with a pencil and paper somewhere nearby. For as long as she could remember her home was covered in her drawings, Y/N’s mum and dad would frame and hang up all of their daughters’ drawings all over the walls. They were so proud of Y/N’s creativity and encouraged her to keep creating her art. It had become a tradition that every year for her birthday Y/N would receive a new notebook and pencils form her parents and it was always her most cherished gift.

Over the last few years Y/N has become very intrigued with drawing faces, she loved how she could capture a person’s emotion with just some charcoal and parchment. More recently when Y/N was sketching she’d try to focus on the subtle and small features that make humans unique and beautiful, may it be the way their eyebrows arched in curiosity or the dimples and freckles etched into their skin or small wrinkles that danced near their eyes when they smiled. Y/N loved it all.

Because Y/N was so captivated with how facial features made everyone unique she found herself draw a particular ginger a lot more than anyone else. George Weasley. Everybody at Hogwarts knew George Weasley was the twin to the confident and loud Fred Weasley. And being that they are identical twins they look very similar. Y/N found it fascinating trying to pinpoint their minor physical differences and she had become quite good at it.

Her brown leather notebook, which if it wasn’t in her hand was usually found stuffed in her book bag, was full of sketches of George. It started of gradual, her drawings of the sweet boy. Y/N was usually found sitting on a bench in the courtyard if the weather was nice, drawing anyone she saw nearby and normally it was someone new each time. But when her eyes landed on the loud group of Gryffindor boys, she felt a pull to the tall boy with fiery hair who was standing next to his twin, both taking turns to tell a story which had the rest of the group engrossed. Y/N wanted to challenge herself, it was simple, she wanted to capture the features that made an identical twin unique.

Y/N spent the last few weeks ‘studying’ George in a very non-threatening and not at all creepy way. The pair had a few classes together being in the same year at school but the two hadn’t really spoken much to each other. So, Y/N admired from afar, normally from across the great hall or in class. She quickly learnt that George’s face was longer than his brothers, his eyes were more slanted, and his lips had a curve in them that was more prominent when he smiled, something he does a lot, Y/N observed.

~~~

The weather was particularly nice on this Saturday afternoon, so naturally Y/N found herself on a bench in the courtyard with her pencil tin open and a range of charcoals scattered around her as she doodled in her notebook (the one which wasn’t unofficially dedicated to George).

“Hello there little Gryffindors-” Y/N heard a voice call from nearby, the voice belonging to Fred Weasley. George was standing next to his twin and the duo were chatting to some unsuspecting first years.

“-anyone fancy a nougat? They are delicious” George finished; the twins shared a mischievous glance at each other.

Y/N quickly grabbed her other notebook and some charcoal and began sketching the boy’s face focusing on the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed at the poor Gryffindor who accepted the free candy which turned out to be a nosebleed nougat. Y/N was absorbed in her sketching she didn’t notice her best friend sit next to her, peering over her shoulder.

“Ah, drawing your lover boy again I see” Alicia chuckled as Y/N slammed the book shut.

“He’s not my lover boy, I’ve already told you; I draw him to-”

“-capture the features that make an identical twin unique. Sure, so if I flick through your other notebooks, I’ll find one dedicated to Fred too then?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “shut up.”

“Come on creeper, we told the others we’d hang out today.” Alicia pulled on Y/N’s hand as she quickly threw her notebooks and pencil tin in her book bag.

“Merlin, hang on! You’re gonna rip my arm out of its socket!” Y/N giggles hoisting her bag strap higher up her shoulder.

The two girls walked off, arms linked and laughing, neither one noticed the lone notebook that was left on the bench.

~~~

George, Fred and Lee were heading towards the great hall after their amusing interaction with a group of first years when the younger twin noticed a brown book perched on a bench. He detoured that way to pick it up, flicking through the pages in hopes he will find who it belongs to so he can return it.

George furrowed his brows as he dove deeper into the book. He expected it to be filled with notes and writing but he was not expecting to see drawings of people; of him and Fred. But as he looked closer, he quickly realised that they weren’t sketches of him and Fred, just himself.

“Oi! What are you doing? We’re gonna be late for dinner” Fred’s voice pulled him back. George shoved the notebook in his pants pocket and hurried after his twin very confused as to why the notebook was filled with drawings of him.

Later that night George found himself sitting on his bed in his dorm room flipping through the notebook. These drawings were incredible, whoever it belonged to had some serious talent but he couldn’t get over why someone had drawn him, let alone multiple drawings. Each sketch was different to the last though, some were of his whole face others just of his eyes or mouth. George was in awe of the skill this person had; they had managed to capture his face perfectly.

Some might view finding a notebook filled of drawings of themselves a little creepy, however George Weasley found it flattering. You see, for his whole life, George has seen himself as the other half of Fred. Most people in their lives couldn’t tell the pair apart and opted to talk to them and refer to them almost as if they were one person as FredandGeorge and not Fred and George. This notebook was proof that someone out there noticed George as a singular person, an individual, which made George’s heart flutter.

~~~

“Oh godric” Y/N mumbles pouring out the contents of her book bag on the table.

“Hey, Y/N relax. I’m sure it will turn up eventually.” Alicia says in attempt to calm her friend down.

Y/N ran her hands through her hair, very stressed. She had been searching for her notebook all morning with no luck worried that the wrong person had found it and would deem her a creepy stalker.

“How can I relax when my notebook-the notebook which is filled with drawings of George Weasley-has gone missing. Oh merlin, whoever has it will most likely recognise the drawings of George and give it to him and he’ll eventually find out that it belongs to me and think I’m a freak” Y/N’s arms are frantically waving around to empathise her point as she paces up and down the room.

Alicia stops in front of her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly “Y/N breath. You’ve told me a million times that those drawings are just about capturing someone’s facial features, right? It’s not like you have a crush on the guy so it doesn’t matter if anyone thinks that, because it’s not true.”

Y/N’s sketches of George Weasley had started just as Alicia said but it quickly turned into Y/N possessing a small, okay maybe huge crush on the red head and her trying to find any excuse to stare at him and draw. Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest at the thought of George being the one to find her notebook. There was no way George wouldn’t be freaked out and think Y/N had some weird obsession with him.

“Okay so when was the last time you remember having your book?” Alicia questions.

Y/N racks her brain trying to remember, “yesterday afternoon. In the courtyard on that bench, I was drawing him when you came over. I’m sure I put it in my bag but I haven’t seen it since.”

Alicia nodded, the two deciding that was the best place to start.

Y/N practically sprints to the courtyard, luckily there wasn’t many students here, giving it was a Sunday morning and everyone was probably still sleeping. The two girls look around trying to spot the leather book. Y/N sighs in defeat, collapsing onto the bench and groaing into her hands.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I lost it. I’m so stupid”

“Err, Y/N” Alicia nudged her friend’s shoulder.

“Geez, thanks Alicia, you’re meant to say ‘No Y/N you’re not stupid’”

Alicia widened her eyes at Y/N before glancing behind her, “look”.

Y/N follows her gaze and freezes. George Weasley was walking towards them, that in itself was strange but it wasn’t until Y/N looked down at George’s hand and noticed the missing notebook.

“Oh no.”

George had figured whoever misplaced the notebook would probably come back to the last place they had it to search for it. He was hoping for that at least. Not only did he want to return the book to its rightful owner, he also wanted to thank them for seeing him, for noticing him.

As George rounded the corner his eyes scanned the courtyard and were met with Alicia Spinnit and Y/N L/N sitting on the same bench he’d found the notebook on, bingo. Judging by Y/N’s wide eyes that were glued to the notebook in his hand and how Alicia gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing, George figured the drawings were the work of Y/N. George’s heart sped up with this information. The two of them weren’t close but were friendly having shared some classes together. George had caught himself on more than one occasion glancing at Y/N during lessons and mealtimes, wondering what it would be like to get to know her. Guess now he has a chance.

His feet stopped a few paces in front of the bench as Y/N gawked up at him.

George cleared his throat, “uh I believe this belongs to you?”

Y/N basically snatches the notebook from his fingers, feeling insanely embarrassed and when Y/N is embarrassed, she rambles. “Oh merlin, I’m so sorry! I’m guessing you looked through it, of course you did. I would have too if I stumbled across a stranger’s book. I’m also guessing you realised all the drawings were of you. Look I’m not some stalker, I swear. Like I’m not some girl that has a massive crush on you and decided to fill a notebook with drawings of you… Well I do have a crush on you. But I promise I didn’t mean to be creepy. I just, I like drawing people and you have a nice face.” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, forcing herself to shut up.

George opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processes the girl’s words. “Wow, um- I want you to know that I don’t think you’re creepy at all. I was actually really flattered looking through your pictures. It’s nice to know someone sees me as me and not as an extension of Fred.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say.

George moves to sit beside Y/N, close enough that their thighs are touching, “they are really good by the way. The drawings I mean. You’re very talented.”

Y/N blushes at his words, “thank you. I don’t normally share my art, with the exception of my parents and Alicia.”

George places a hand over his heart, “well in that case I feel very honoured.” He runs his fingers through his hair as Y/N giggles before continuing, “I know we aren’t super close and I kind of hate that it’s taken me this long to ask but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like a date.”

Y/N fiddles with the notebook in her lap trying to hide her excitement “for sure, I’d love that.”

George lets out a sigh of relief, “great, well what are you up to right now? Maybe we can hang out and you can draw more pictures of my handsome face.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and playfully shoves at his side “careful, your head might explode with all that ego. But yes I’d love to hang out with you right now.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

[wolf-and-bard]

The Geraskier Soccer Parents AU of my dreams (in an early morning strike of weird-brain):

-Geralt knows he isn't the best dad ever. He tries so goddamn hard, but his job is demanding and consumes so much time and even with Ciri being seven already, he still has essentially no clue what he's doing. He sometimes falls into bed, half-dead, and she is the one to give him a good-night kiss. He sometimes forgets she prefers cheese and puts ham on her sandwiches. He is sometimes too happy to have her sleep over at her friends rather than invite them to their house. He doesn't read her all the children's classics, doesn't go trick-or-treating with her, doesn't even pretend Santa Claus is a thing. He isn't the best dad ever. He tries.

-There is one thing he never, ever fails to do and that is take Ciri to soccer practice. Ciri picks up and drops hobbies, interests, even tastes by the week, still unsure what she wants to pursue, but soccer isn't only her favourite pastime, it's theirs. Practice is twice a week and they have a ritual for it. Geralt picks her up from school and drives her there, she tells him about what the dumb boys in her class said, how her art project is going etc. Geralt is there throughout practice, tucked in between Foltest - a guy who is constantly worried for his daughter Adda to get hurt and also very much anxious for her to do well - and Tissaia - a woman who has not one, but three girls in Ciri's age group and several more in others, and knits like a magician - and watches. He takes notes, silently cheers for Ciri.

-After their games and while Ciri changes, Geralt chats with her coach Vesemir - who used to be Geralt's coach, but now prefers to train the girls' teams - about the progress of the team, upcoming tournaments etc. Sometimes when Vesemir is indisposed, Geralt even leads the practice. When Ciri is all done, Tissaia usually has another hat or mitten finished and Geralt and her drive with their girls to whatever food place the girls are in the mood for. They have an early dinner in which Tissaia lectures the girls on their form and in which Ciri is sometimes allowed to sit on Geralt's lap - but only if Fringilla or Yen don't tease hear about it - but in which she definitely gets to steal his milkshake (Geralt hates milkshakes). Geralt only praises her when they're back in the car and Ciri tells him he's too much of a softie with her and should be more like Tissaia. Should maybe marry Tissaia. They both laugh because that is never going to happen.

-Life is good that way. It's not perfect, it's not without bumps, certainly not without tears and scrapes, but whatever the job, whatever injury Geralt carries with him, however long he has to drive, he never, never ever misses soccer practice.

-The season's just kicked off in the year of Ciri's eighth birthday when Geralt and her arrive early on the field to find the stands empty save for a girl in the most ridiculously colorful excercise clothes and blond hair that is braided intricately around her head. With her is a man, maybe five years Geralt's junior. Ciri bolts towards them with a bright grin and Geralt is hesitant to follow. He knows neither the girl nor the man, but from what he can gather she wants to join the team which is just what they need as they're one girl short this season. "Hi, I'm Ciri, I adore your braids." Geralt holds back on the eye-roll. It's nice Ciri can make friends this easily, but his house already is a shrine for role-playing and board games, dolls and random DVDs and another friend means more things Ciri will want to try out. "Thank you," the girl replies and tilts her head to better show them off. "My uncle Jaskier braided them for me, I'm sure he can do yours too." Both girls look up expectantly at the man and Geralt only really notices him then. He is averagely built with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. His floral print shirt has three open buttons and his pants barely reach his ankles. He has the look of a flippant music teacher or a hipster coffeeshop owner. His eyes meets Geralt's and, wait, did he just wink? "I'd love to, dear," he says in a smooth voice that absolutely does not go straight to Geralt's guts. Geralt turns on the spot and decides to pressure check the balls, but he can hear the others giggling as Jaskier braids Ciri's hair. "I'm Priscilla by the way. What's up with your dad?" - "Oh, don't mind him, he's bad with meeting new people." - "Very intense." That's Jaskier. Oh, Geralt will show him intense.

-Ciri invites them to their after-practice dinner. Geralt wants to begrudge her that, but she and Priscilla have latched onto each other in record speed and Jaskier actually fights Tissaia on some of her more strict stances and he braids Yen's and Sabrina's hair too, only Fringilla doesn't want him to touch hers which he respects. Geralt and Tissaia glance at each other. Come to a silent agreement. They may not befriend Jaskier, but he's sunny and so good with the girls and they can use someone like him among their ranks, someone who doesn't have Calanthe's tendency for swear words or Crach's tendency to break out beer in the middle of practice or even Nenneke's tendency to relate everything to the workings of god.

-Jaskier is as faithful as Geralt, perhaps the only one who shows up every time without fail. Shani's parents only drop her off and Crach switches between  Cerys' and Hjalmar's practices and Tissaia sometimes texts Geralt to pick up her girls. Jaskier is there, every time, earlier than any of the others. He chats with Vesemir about his day-to-day, brings home-baked cookies for everyone, he cheers and whoops and tries very hard to understand soccer even though it's evident he doesn't. Geralt never wonders why it's him and not Priscilla's parents that come, it's none of his business. He begins to tolerate Jaskier, but he knows that is where he has to draw the line. He has his hands full with Ciri and his job and his brothers too. He can't afford friendships that extend beyond the field.

-Jaskier doesn't let him off though. He always takes the spot next to Geralt (technically an improvement over Foltest's sweaty visage) and prattles on and on, at least until the game begins. When it does, Jaskier divides his attention between the girls and the stack of paper on his lap which he annotates during practice. It's often either sheet music or the illegible scrawl of pre-teens or wonkily drawn instruments. Jaskier already told him, but from that too it is obvious that Geralt's hunch was right, he is a music teacher. Geralt finds his eyes darting to Jaskier's long fingers, nimble and calloused from the various string instruments he plays. Finds himself glancing at where Jaskier's tongue peeks out in concentration. He listens to the man's ramblings and hums his replies and comes to dislike the days when Vesemir isn't there and he has to focus all his attention on giving the girls a good practice. Not that he doesn't want to, it's just that having Jaskier at his back unnerves him.

-(Jaskier for his part doesn’t care at all about soccer, but he cares about Priscilla so he convinced her parents to let him take her; after that, she said it would be fine if he dropped her off and picked her up again, but Jaskier pretends he is super invested in the sport and the team and he is, but mostly he’s invested in charming Geralt)

-After an entire season of mutual pining and obliviousness, Tissaia decides she's had enough and rallies the other parents. She has Foltest organize a big party at his country house, has Nenneke promise to look after the girls (the woman doesn't drink) and has Crach whip out the finest spirits he has in storage. Calanthe makes a phenomenal playlist and it's Tissaia's job to get Geralt to the party (Jaskier's not a problem) and dress up nicely. Only Aridea, Renfri's stepmother, refuses to pitch in, but she's been a bitch anyway.

-When Geralt picks up Jaskier at his downtown flat he has to grip the wheel of his rover hard in order not to short-circuit. Jaskier has done something to his hair that Geralt can't name but that makes him go woozy inside. He wears a plain shirt that compliments his eyes and hugs his body just right and he looks high on life with color in his cheeks and the most dazzling smile. He's gorgeous. "Darling, don't you look dashing," Jaskier says excitedly and props his feet up on the dashboard, only after kissing Geralt on the cheek. Which is not fair. "Likewise," Geralt mutters, then blushes furiously. He didn't want that to come out, oh no. Jaskier either didn't hear or acts like it and they drive in silence to Foltest's country house. Well, aside from the songs Jaskier hums under his breath, some new composition no doubt.

-At first, Geralt thinks it's a nice enough party for someone who doesn't like parties. Foltest's grilling burgers, they all have cocktails, the music is mellow. Not that that stops Jaskier from swirling an already quite drunk Calanthe over the terrace in dazzling moves. Geralt wants to be swirled like that. "You really have it bad, don't you?" Crach comments when he notices Geralt staring. Geralt downs his beer (he's no cocktail drinker) and tries pointedly not to stare at how Jaskier's swinging his ass around.

-The buzz makes it easier and he relieves Foltest at the barbecue for a bit. But then Jaskier walks up to him, a little short on breath and grinning his most flirtatious little grin. It gives him fucking dimples. Sigh. "Hey you big strong man," Jaskier says. He smells like pineapple and coconut, but isn't even a little drunk. "Jask," he says, pointedly flipping a burger. "Foltest says he has an old karaoke machine in the shed, but it's too heavy for me. Help me?" - "...fine." Geralt gestures for Foltest to keep up with the meat and he and Jaskier make their way along a garden path that winds through thickets and by a small pond. The shed is painted blue and white and Geralt and Jaskier find it very much cluttered, but not dirty which is nice. Geralt only understands it's a trap when it's already sprung on them. The tiny click of the look is almost inaudible over Jaskier's anxious commentary of their search for the machine. There is only one small window and no light Geralt can see. Fuck.

-"Ehm, Jaskier?" he reaches out and gently touches Jaskier's shoulder which has the other man yelp and jump. Which doesn't bode well for what Geralt has to tell him. "I think we're trapped." The effect is immediate. Jaskier goes rigid, his breath catches. Is he afraid? Claustrophobic perhaps? Shit, so he can't be in on the joke. "Jask?" - "Geralt. I know we aren't the closest, but I need you to hold me right now." And he launches himself at Geralt. Maybe he is in on the joke? No, he's trembling too hard for that. Geralt catches him and does as asked. "I am absolutely going to die," Jaskier whines into Geralt's neck and Geralt can't help a small chuckle as he rubs Jaskier's back soothingly. This is... surprisingly nice for a trap. Also likely Tissaia's doing. Geralt has a rare idea. "What if I distract you until someone finds us?" he murmurs against Jaskier's hair and Jaskier draws back a little. In the half-dark his eyes glisten, widen when they meet Geralt's. "You would?" - "Close your eyes, Jaskier." Geralt feels a surge of daring, perhaps granted by the intimacy and seclusion of the situation. He catches Jaskier's lips with his own. When they part, Jaskier grins, shaking from something other than fear. "I thought you didn’t much like me," he whispers. "I thought I got on your nerves." - "Idiot." They kiss again and, faintly, Geralt can hear someone cheer from outside.