#have i ever mentioned that I love it when my ship does neck kisses

[pinejayy]

╰➤ This is Goodbye...

featuring: trafalgar law

summary: law knew the dangers of being in a relationship, but he dread the day when your life was going to be put in danger...and when that day comes around he's shocked..not wanting to hurt you ever again he decideds to put an end to things...

warnings: angst!! established relationship, law is kind distance, blood mentioned , getting stabbed mentioned, law says some mean things in the end, break up..

✦•··········• 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 •··········•✦

Law knew the dangers of being in relationship, he knew the dangers of his life and what it brings to the people around him. But when he saw Bepo carrying you body...he couldn't move...this is his fault. He is supposed to protect you from the dangers of the world but he couldn't...

......

At the moment the Hearts Pirates were in a new island gathering supplies, while Law stayed back on the Polar Tang to finish paperwork, he told them he'll join them once he's done with his work. You tried staying behind with your boyfriend but Law didn't like that idea.

"You know… it's not fair for the others that you’re not bothering helping out." He mumbles, not looking up from his paperwork.

"Aw! Come on Law! I just want to spend time with my boyfriend." You couldn't help but pout at his words. "And I'm sure the Crew won't mind." Walking closer to him, standing next to him. Leaning down to where he was sitting and you began placing small kisses along his neck. "You know we have the ship to ourselves, you know what that means."

Law grumbles and shrugs you off. Basically shooing you away. "Come on Y/N-ya I'm trying to work here." He still didn't bother to look at you, he was too focused on his work.

'Do Pirates even have Paperwork?' You think to yourself. ‘What kind of paperwork does he even do?’

"Right...work." Mumbling and you stood up, your voice sounded defeated. Which made Law sighs and he puts the pen down, and his eyes finally meet yours.

"Come on, you know my duty as a Captain comes first. I love and appreciate you but I can't drop something I'm doing just to please you." He began saying, and he saw the frown and disappointment on your face grow even more. To which he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please, don't take my words the wrong way."

You look away, trying not to cry. You didn't want to make this worse for him. "I know...but it's been awhile since we've had alone time and us time. I know your duties as a Captain comes first, but I'm your partner. And you need to start acting like it because right now you're doing a terrible job at it." You say, mumbling the last part.

To which Law eyes darken as he stares into your eyes. "Excuse me? I'm doing a terrible job at being a so called boyfriend." And he stood up, his tall frame towering over you. "Would a terrible boyfriend deal with your constant whining and constant annoying clingy attitude." Scoffing at you, and you were about to open your mouth to speak but he quickly beat you to that. "Would a terrible boyfriend give you expensive gifts, a roof over your head, a bed to sleep on and affection?"

"I...no....sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry it just slipped out. It's just been awhile since we've been on a date or something like that..." You began to ramble, your voice cracking slightly. Which made Law sigh heavily and he took a step closer and he grabbed your chin so you could look him in the eye.

"Look.... I can admit I've been distant-"

"Very distant!" You spoke up, cutting him off mid sentence and he tightened the grip on your chin slightly.

"As I was saying, I know I've been distant but if it means that much to you we can go on date later on." He said, and to which your face immediately lit up. "Really!?"

Law couldn't help but melt slightly as he saw your face light up. Letting go of your chin he nodded. "But on one condition. You need to help the crew gather supplies and what not. Now please get going, I still have paperwork to finish." He said and sat back down on his chair and went back to his work.

To which you smile slightly, and you lean in and place a gentle kiss along his check. "If you say so Captain. I'll see you soon." You teased slightly and soon after you walked out of his office which left him alone with his thoughts.

Now the more he thinks about it he has been distant with you. No wonder your needy attitude has been through the roof lately. Sighing to himself, he went back to work. Maybe if he could finish faster he can help the crew out and after that you two could go on a date and get that needed alone time.

......

Law spent the next hour in his office alone, he was about to finish until his office door swung open and he was about to yell at the person that didn't bother to knock but when he looked up he saw Penguin panting and trying to catch his breath. "Captain! Trouble!"

"What!? What happened!" Law yelled out and he stood up and walked over to Penguin.

"While the crew was gathering supplies, Y/N was with Bepo. Both of them were gathering medical supplies and well....uh a group of low life pirates jumped Y/N when Bepo wasn't with them!"

"WHAT! WHERE ARE THEY! HOW BAD IS IT!"

Before Penguin could get a word in Law ran past him, and ran to the deck and there he saw you. Bepo was carrying your unconscious body, you seemed to be covered in blood and bruises.

"I'm sorry Captain! This is all my fault! I didn't mean to leave Y/N alone! But those men came out of nowhere and jumped them!" He began to cry softly, and held your body close. "I'm sorry." The poor bear began to cry even more, Law looked at Bepo.

"Bring her to the infirmary." He said, and with that Bepo quickly nodded and they rushed over to the infirmary and once in the room. Bepo placed you on one of the beds.

Law didn't waste no time to check on you, first he checked on your breathing. Which was a bit slow but other than that normal, then he checked all over your body to see if you had any broken bones and so far nothing. Until his hand brushed against your side and he felt something wet, looking at his hand he saw blood and immediately lifted your shirt and you had a deep cut. Most likely a stab wound.

He didn't waste no time to patch you up. And the more he looked you he felt dread...your beautiful face was brusied up. You were laying here bleeding out.

Why didn't he just go with you in the first place? Why did he have to stay back to finish his work! Why didn't he just allow you to stay in his office! All these negative thoughts were running around his head. But he quickly pushed those thoughts to the side and paid attention to you.

And after what seemed like hell for him, he finally patched you up. He made sure to wrap your side well. He cleaned all the cuts you had around your body.

He just sat besides you, holding your hand. Bepo was there. He didn't want to leave your side. "I'm sorry Captain...this is my fault." And to which Law immediately cut him off before he could say anything more.

"No, it's not your fault. It probably happened so quick. Please don't blame yourself, and take a look at Y/N-ya, they are safe and well.”

Bepo frowns and wipes his tears and nods. "Okay Captain.. please inform me once they wake up please."

Law nodded. "I will. Thank you Bepo." He said and with that Bepo walked out which left Law alone with you. He looked at your body, and frowns. He couldn't help but blame one person for this.

Him...it was all his fault. If only he could be there for you. In your time of need and he wasn't there. He was angry at himself, and angry at the men who did this. Law grumbled and rubs his head. And he stood up and he was pacing around the room.

You could have been killed today! And it would have been his fault..he knew this life was dangerous and he didn't want to drag you close to death. He cares about you too much. Law let out a heavy sigh, his eyes carried a mix of irritation and resignation. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly conflicted. He needed to keep you safe no matter what...even if that means letting you go.

Yes...he needed to let you go. Right? That's right choice. To keep you safe?

He couldn't help but feel a few tears slip out. He didn't want to let you go but he had to. He didn't want to lose you. And if you were to die because he couldn't protect you he would never forgive himself. As he was lost in his thoughts he heard a small voice.

"Law?"

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and wiped his tears and turned his head over you. And you tried sitting up but he quickly placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey.. easy. Please take it easy."

"What happened?" You whimper and lay back down.

"You got jumped. But lucky for you I patched you up. So you just need some rest. Please get some rest." He said and stood up to which you tried to grab his hand but he quickly moved his hand out of the way. No he can't...it's only going to make things harder for him.

"I need to go tell the crew were changing plans. Heading to a new island." He said and stood up and just patted your head. Looking down at you, he can tell you were hurt but he didn't want to make himself weak to you. Not now.

"Please get some rest. You're going to need it." He said and began to walk out. You were calling for his name but he ignored it. Leaving you alone in the infirmary. While he went back to his office and buried himself into more work. And as he was working tears began to pour down and to his work. Making his paperwork wet. He couldn't help but cry to himself. He had to break things off before it's your life.

....

A few days passed by and Law didn't allow you to leave the infirmary. He kept on telling you needed rest but in reality he didn't want you near him. You'll only make things harder once he breaks things off.

But the rest of the crew kept you company. They were all so kind, everyone would bring your favorite snacks and gifts. But Bepo wouldn't want to leave your side. He still felt guilty. Bepo would sometimes even sleep on the floor of the infirmary just to keep you company.

While Bepo got your favorite snacks for the day, he was telling you that you guys landed on a new island. "Captain said we're landing on a new island!" He said with a smile across his face.

"Oh that's nice, I could use some fresh air." You say and there was a soft knock and Law walks in the room. "Hey Law." You say sweetly to him.

He just nods. "Bepo can you give us some time, I need to apply new bandages for Y/N." He said and Bepo nodded. "Sure thing Captain. See you soon Y/N!" He said and walks off.

Once alone Law pulled your shirt up so he could look take a look at your bandages. Sighing to himself, he took the time to apply new bandages on you and cleaned the wound itself as well.

"So. We docked the ship and I'm sure you want some fresh air right."

And you quickly nodded. "Please."

Law just nodded and without saying anything else he grabbed your hand and began to lead you out of the infirmary and towards the deck of the ship. And once you guys were out in the open you couldn't help but breath in. He was still holding your hand, giving it a slight squeeze. He couldn't help but look at your face, your beautiful face. This is the last time he's ever going to stare at those beautiful eyes, smile and your face.

He sighed to himself and helped you off of the Polar Tang. And you look around the Island and your blood went cold.

This was your old home...why would Law bring you back here. You hated this place…it brings up too many painful memories..

Letting go of your hand, you guys didn't move to far from the submarine. "You're going to stay here."

"What? No...I don't want to. Law what are you saying." You began to panic slightly.

He didn't answer your question and suddenly there was a blue bubble around you guys. "Room.... shambles." He mumbles and suddenly your bags and all your belongings were behind you. And you began to panic even more and tried to take a step closer.

"Keep your distance Y/N.." He growls out which made you stop in your tracks.

Tears began to stream down your face. "Law...what are you doing."

"Being in this relationship was a mistake, this whole thing was a mistake. You're no longer needed. I already got my use out you." He began to say, but deep down he hated himself for saying this, he hated watching your face react to his harsh words. The way you were crying. "So please do something useful for once and get out of my sight and leave."

"Law...honey.." Your voice cracked and you cried even more. Once he heard your voice cracked it took all his will power not to hold you. But he stood his ground. He wanted you to hate him. It'll make this easier for him and this break up.

"Are you stuipd!? I said you're no longer needed! I already got my use out of you!" He snaps out, which made you back away from him. "Good you're finally understanding. Look I'm a pirate. And all Pirates are greedy."

"But ..I thought we had something..." You continue to cry.

He scoffs. "Oh please did you think you were the one? My true love? You thought I was gonna settle down with you?"

You couldn't even form a sentence, you always thought Law was the one for you...and he sighed and turned around. "This is goodbye.." And with that he began to make his way back to the Polar Tang not even sparing you a final glance.

You stood there, watching the love of your life walk into his ship and slowly the submarine began to emerge underwater and slowly the Polar Tang began to disappear from your vision. And once it was gone you drop to your knees and began to cry your heart out.

"Law....please come back..."

Crying to yourself and you crawl towards the water, wanting to throw yourself in the deep ocean, to follow Law but you couldn’t.

“Law….LAW! PLEASE COME BACK!” You began to cry out….but nothing.

You were left alone…the love of your life just broke your heart and you didn’t know what to do..

[meraki-yao]

This is my Roman Empire

what the fuck Prime when are you gonna give us the full scene you cannot put something like this in the fucking bloopers and act like nothing happened what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the absolutely fuck

[seungfl0wer]

Jeongin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩷

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•I feel like he’s very nervous, especially at first.

•Constantly checking on you making sure anything he does is ok.

•Like kissing. He’s gonna ask you if “it’s ok” to kiss you.

•Because he’s afraid of making you uncomfortable.

•When y’all get past that phase he’s still asking sometimes however he goes for it more often than not.

•He’s not super big into skin ship.

•However that does not mean he’s not ever gonna touch you of course.

•Holding hands is his favorite.

•Or wrapping his arms around you in a back hug.

•He’s not into PDA so if you try to kiss him around the others.

•He’s gonna turn bright red.

•He’s very reserved in my opinion.

•I feel like since he likes fashion so much he’d honestly like those couple outfits.

•Not the “I love my boyfriend” shirts.

•But like same color shirts and stuff just simple cute couple fits.

•Will have you in his OOTD’s especially when y’all matching.

•Absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes too.

•Ugh it just melts him. Finds it so endearing.

•Has a playlist of songs that remind him of you.

•Loves taking you to different places with him so you can experience them with him.

•Teases you of course.

•However he’s very mindful and sometimes can overthink what he says.

•He’s just afraid of hurting your feelings.

•Cuddles.

•Like I said he’s not a big touchy person however.

•When you’re sleeping he’s pulling you so close.

•Tells you all the time how it’s hard to sleep without you.

•Sings trots songs for you.

•Likes karaoke dates a lot too.

•Will definitely send you pictures of their concepts before it’s out.

•He can’t keep things from you.

•It’s really hard for him to keep secrets even if it’s something like a present or surprise.

•He just tells you everything so it’s hard for him not to tell you these exciting things.

•Clumsy.

•You joke how you need to put him in a bubble.

•Or bubble wrap the house at least.

•He loves taking pictures of you too.

•Changes his background so much cause he takes such cute pictures of you.

•No matter how long y’all date for he’s still smiling when he sees your name pop up on his phone.

•Even old and grey he’s still all giddy with you cause he loves you.

•I feel like after he lets his wall down he falls really hard.

•His love is so very genuine.

•He’s just a soft guy under those fox eyes, whose only mission is to make you smile.

•To make you happy and to feel loved and he’ll always be there to do so.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•Again this man’s still a bit nervous.

•He lets you take the lead a lot.

•But when he gets comfortable you’ll see the real jeongin.

•He’s very much a switch.

•Loves when you take care of him.

•Calling him your “Sweet baby” makes him go crazy.

•Whimpers so much when he’s like this.

•”I’ve been so good for you please-“

•Morning blow jobs to wake him up.

•Lazy morning sex too.

•You’re still half asleep when he’s pushing himself between your legs.

•His head in the crook of your neck whimpering how he “needs you so much”

•When you respond he’s losing it.

•Lubing you up before pushing into your sweetness.

•On the other hand he can be very aggressive.

•A lot of the times it’s when he’s stressed.

•He’ll have you face down as up as he pounds deep into you.

•Those big beautiful hands leaving hand prints on your ass.

•Loves sneaking you into the dorms.

•Telling you how you “have to stay quiet”

•Gets off on the thought of the others hearing how good he’s making you feel.

•Also those hands I mentioned?

•The way he pushes them into your sweet hole it just-

•He curls them so perfectly hitting every sweet spot.

•He knows how much you like his pretty hands.

•Teases you about how you fall apart on them.

•Aftercare is a lot for him.

•He is always concerned he hurt you or pushed you too far.

•Constant “are you ok?”

•Runs to grab you towels, snacks and drinks.

•Just wants to make sure you’re completely ok.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 🔞 | Oneshot

"Does he even pay you?"

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, friends with benefits situation, major angst, mentions of sex work, smoking, smut, god so much filth, Dom!Jungkook, big dick JK but what's new, did I mention angst?, protected sex, multiple rounds, multiple positions, a brief thighjob, so many feelings

Length: 7k+ words

There is no taglist for this fic. This is a Oneshot.

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"How does it feel to be a celebrity and ending up with me?" You wonder at him over the music, making him frown before he shakes his head, pulling you in by your hands he's holding.

"What're you talking about babe?" He argues softly, letting go of your hands to hold your waist now. "I've got the prettiest girl at my side, in my opinion. Can't complain whatsoever." He tells you into your ear, voice raised a bit and slightly raspy from his last smoking break.

You just shrug, enjoying the music when some people approach you, talking to Jungkook about something you don't listen in on, even though he's still holding you close. It's none of your business, you really don't want to get too involved with his work and everything around it, but it's clear that he likes to do exactly that.

Jungkook wants you around all the time. Doesn't matter if it fits the scene and situation, if he can invite you or bring you along, he will.

Fans don't know your connection to him. They constantly battle it out in comment sections that you're just a translator, nothing else, that you're staff so of course you have to travel alongside him. And just how they can seem to connect everything to dating if it fits their 'ship' they've got inside their minds, they're also talented in finding thousands of (sometimes frankly ridiculous) reasons as to why it cannot possibly be true either.

While before, someone wearing the same jewelry as Jungkook was a confirmation of a relationship, with you its just pure coincidence. You're an adult woman, you can choose whatever necklace or ring you want, that doesn't mean you're dating him. You're wearing the same t-shirt he wore just a day ago? Maybe you just own the same, or he was nice enough to lend it to you for one reason or the other. Seen near his hotel room? Well of course, you're staff!

The truth is, that you're not even staff at all- but you're also not dating him.

Jungkook has become awfully… comfortable in his trust that fans will brush off every rumor floating around. It's why he's shamelessly grabbing your tits from behind right now just for the fun of it, lips kissing your neck as you slap them off to hold your waist instead. "They'll call it AI-generated or something." He laughs, but you can't shake off the feeling of doubt about that. "And there's no one here filming anyways. It's a private VIP zone, so relax baby." He chuckles, swaying you with him to the beat.

He's right that this is a secluded zone- but that's never stopped anything ever before, did it. One random Instagram live where you're both seen in the background and it's over. For both of you.

"Let's go back to the hotel though. I'm horny as fuck." He laughs, making you roll your eyes with red cheeks to go with.

Jungkook is a shameless person- he doesn't see anything wrong with the things he says or does if they're not hurting anybody. He's got his own opinions and he stands by them, only ever shifting his stance if there's undeniable evidence of him being wrong shown to him. And he also enjoys the more physical aspects of love.

Jungkook enjoys sex to its fullest.

He used to sleep around quite often, his charm and also wealth and status enough to make the act of finding someone willing fairly easy. Most wouldn't be believed anyways if they openly said he'd slept with them- he made sure they never took pictures or god forbid videos, and he also never stayed the night, most of the time preferred the security of his own home where he could politely tell them to leave after the deed was done, his reasoning always having to do something with his work.

'I'm sorry, I got called up to the studio.'

'Fuck I forgot I had a flight early morning tomorrow.'

'I'm really sorry, ah this is awkward, but my manager just told me to a live now, and I can't have you being seen.'

You knew he did this. You were staff at some point, after all, even if not hired by his company but rather outsourced during a particularly demanding schedule and many other employees sick due to a viral infection going around in the office building.

You'd been just another victim of his. But somehow, he ended up biting down too hard- making him taste blood, Primal hunger awakened at the mind-blowing experience he'd had, an odd need to keep you just for himself having blossomed from it all. You were a keeper, you still are- and while it's not really love, it's good enough for him. Close enough.

He reminds you, regularly, that it's not love, with how he never claims to love you, avoids the topic altogether, always tells others you're just very close even when it's obvious just like tonight that you're a little too close to just be something casual. But he enjoys your presence nonetheless. Like a dear friend, just with some deeper layers to it.

Some staff call you his personal prostitute. And in a way, you do sometimes feel like that.

Jungkook is that kind of man who could have sex first thing in the morning. Doesn't even have to wake up fully- if you touch him just a bit, he'll come to life in an instant, if he's not sporting a boner already. He enjoys the exhaustion he feels afterwards, always pushes you past your first and second O, keeps his own saved up for the very last stretch all the time. He draws it out to high heavens, has trouble calling it quits.

Shower sex he's mastered, knows exactly where to step and what position to get into to make it as safe as possible. He loves having you on his large sofa, leather easy to clean after you're both done. Sixty-nine is his favorite dinner for two, though he has to admit that lately, he's been enjoying the more closer positions a lot more. Spooning from behind, lotus, you name it- you've become more than just an outlet for him.

He doesn't know what they call you behind his back. What your unofficial status is. They'd never admit that to him, because why would they? No one wants to get on his bad side if they don't have to.

He's on his phone, free hand on your thigh as you both sit in the back of the car that's driving him back to his hotel. He's gonna get out first, make his way inside, while you'll get in later from the back entrance to not raise any suspicion. It's normal. Routine. You've mastered it by now.

"I'll see you in ten." He winks before he makes his way out the car, rushing past some fans who've found out his location, bodyguards already there to guide him inside the lobby.

"Does he pay you?" The driver chuckles, and you shake your head. "Damn." The elderly man clicks his tongue. "Go find yourself an actual man, dear." He tells you as he parks behind the hotel, watching you move, your phone vibrating in your pocket, before it stops suddenly. "You know what they call you, right?"

"I know." You admit quietly.

"And you're okay with that? You're too sweet to let yourself be used like that. Have some self-worth." The man tells you with a kind tone. "I've seen you around long enough to know that you're kind, and a nice person. Trust me, you can and will find a proper man to love you right. But this?" He shakes his head. "You know he just wants you because you've become routine."

"I know." You repeat again, sighing a little.

"You're not what they say you are. You're just a little soft at heart, hm?" The old guy smiles over his shoulder, watching you unbundled your seatbelt. "Trust me, he won't be sad if you call it quits. I've worked for guys like this for more than thirty years- they'll just jump to the next." He explains, and you smile to yourself, before you nod towards the man. "Never mess with entertainers, sweetheart. They'll always break your heart." he offers.

"I know." You say once more, before you exit the car, and get on your way to Jungkook's hotel room.

You don't officially share one, but he still keeps you around for most of the night. You leave whenever he has to do a livestream or if he wants to go to bed, and you come back if he wants you to- but most nights you sleep alone, because he deems it too intimate for you to stay.

Apparently, sleeping in the same bed is more intimate than spitting on your cunt. Interesting.

When you knock on the door, Jungkook opens. Something's off, you notice it right away, but you don't dwell on it, don't answer. It's none of your business, and he won't tell you anyways, so what's the point in just further inducing his bad mood.

It's quiet as he moves around, since he doesn't talk to you, and you don't know what to say. You wait for him to make his move, and when he doesn't, you get up to grab your sweater you forgot in his room earlier, just to have him stand behind you, hands on your hips. "I didn't forget about you." He chuckles, and you let the fabric slip out of your fingers and back onto the floor as he kisses the crook of your neck.

Maybe jungkook is indeed using you. But you've started to use him just as much, if only to even out the odds, and make yourself feel more than just cheap company.

He slips out of his shirt. You raise your arms to help him take off yours, your naked skin at this point almost a requirement for him every time he takes you. He used to be satisfied with just fucking you somewhere quiet quick and simple to quench his thirst, but over the course of time now nearing an entire year, he's become more and more hungry. Like he wants to crawl underneath your skin at some point, the Idol constantly pushes himself more and more inside your body, not just in a sexual sense. He buys you clothes he thinks will look good on you, has a playlist just for when you're at his place filled with somber lovesongs more about heartbreak than anything else. He claims he didn't look up the lyrics, but you know he's lying. He knows a lot more english than he admits, just so he can pull the 'I don't understand' card whenever he's asked a question he doesn't want to answer.

He lets you wear his clothes without much comment by now, has gifted you jewelry he's worn and liked, laughs any mention of that being 'such a sweet gesture' off if anyone around him mentions it. He's not your boyfriend, but he surely is starting to act like it- maybe the lines are blurring for him just as much as they do for you?

People around you have started betting. On when he's gonna have another one, when you'll be 'swapped out' for something else, or at what point he's gonna make it official that you're indeed more than just nightly company. You don't await that day. It's never gonna come anyways.

"Turn around." He commands, and you do, because that's the easiest way to get where you want to be down the line. Head empty, no thoughts left, fucked stupid by a man who keeps you around for just your body and the familiarity you provide. You don't really mind any longer, long having stopped caring about emotions that are fruitless, bound to rot and die because Jungkook won't ever nurture anything you'd try and plant in his heart. He doesn't want it, and doesn't need it either- if he wants to feel loved, he just has to show his face to his millions of fans always on edge for more content. That's where he gets his love from. Maybe you're just there to feed other desires he can't have fulfilled like that.

He licks his lips as he gazes over your naked upper body, bra long undone by his hands on your back, fingers trained in the routine by now. You remember the surprise he'd shown you when you'd worn one with the clasp up front, face so soft and round for just a second that it felt like you'd just slipped into a dream- but his hunger had quickly returned, because Jungkook is a beast never satisfied. He craves more and more, constantly aims for absolute euphoria, never soft, never gentle.

Jungkook bites. He claims, grips, holds and pushes- he's aware over the physical strength he holds over you, and plays around with the fact almost every night. From tugging on your leg to pushing your head down whenever you decide to please him with your mouth instead for once. Something about the way you swallow around him and swirl your tongue always makes him feral, thighs trembling as the muscles spasm beneath the skin from the force of his orgasm. Maybe that's why he keeps you around. Because you can keep up.

His own shirt is shed, and his hands make quick work of his belt before he helps you out of your pants as well. He'd told you he didn't want to use the bed tonight, because asking for new sheets is always awkward, but he does it anyways- picks you up just to let you fall onto the bed, crawling over you. "What do you want?" You ask out of breath, but he just tilts his head in familiar habit, until it shakes no.

"Don't know yet." He answers. This is new.

Usually he always has a fixed scene set out, knows how he wants to take you right away, but this time he visibly seems unsure where to start. Almost like the first time.

He spits in his hand, doesn't bother taking off the rings, fingers working you up like it's second nature. He knows where to place them, how to move and what patterns to choose- and you don't bother thinking about the possible reason for it. Probably to get you wet and ready quick so he can get to the actual act itself, or maybe he just finds some sort of personal satisfaction from it. You're not sure- and neither do you really want to ask.

You're a little cold, but he'll warm you up soon. Hopefully you won't get sick like last time. Will he find someone else to fuck if you're unavailable?

Who knows. He surely has a lot to choose from, if he so much as asked.

He's got a question on his mind, but visibly contemplates on asking it. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, tongue playing with the twin piercings placed there for a second, before he leans in, kisses you. This is one of those things he does that are just outright cruel to you. His kisses full of fever and want feel so burning hot that you're sure you're marked by them for life. Like a signature he's inked underneath your skin almost he claims you again and again like this, with his tongue teasing yours, mouths open and ready to steal each other's breath.

He surely takes yours hostage, every time- and that's probably the smallest crime he commits.

"Have you eaten today?" He asks, and it catches you off guard, eyes opening again, painfully tugged back into reality where he lets his sticky hand run over your abdomen, just to settle on your hipbone. "Your stomach keeps growling." He teases, and you come crashing down. Of course. He'd never actually remember to ask that out of the blue if it wasn't for something reminding him about it.

"Not really." You respond, adjusting your position a little bit, legs trying to pull him closer. "Doesn't matter." You say, and he hums, leaning down again to mouth at your neck- probably marking his territory again, a joke made on a constant whenever you turn up with the blooming bruises on your skin, their origin more than obvious.

"Hm." He hums, almost dissatisfied, but you don't bother to think about it. He moves to lean off the side of the bed, pulling his suitcase closer to get himself a condom, opening the package easily before he rolls it over his length. He seems oddly soft tonight, in more ways than one. Is he still exhausted from the shooting? Could be. He never wants to admit himself that he has to take breaks, thinks that his body can just magically manifest strength from nothing but pure thought, and it used to irritate you, because you felt responsible, in a way. But that was when you still saw more in this than there actually was- nowadays, it's his business, not yours. He's got nutritionists and personal trainers who get paid for taking care of him. It's not your job.

What is your job, really?

Well, you're most certainly not working under his company any longer, and neither have you returned to your original agency either- simply because Jungkook's management deemed you too much of a danger in your position, after the idol had let it slip that you two were having sex on a regular basis. So you just signed an NDA, got paid for your silence, now earning a living by writing books. Modern fantasy novels, where the daydreams you once had can actually become reality, and your hopes and wishes can be dreamed of by other people who have the same.

It's good money. A hobby you cherish.

Jungkook has never asked you what you work as nowadays. He doesn't even visit your apartment, has never seen it before, and he doesn't know if you have family either. He just takes you as his, lets you live alongside him and entertains you whenever he's in the mood for it. And you let him, because these days, he's all you've got. There's not much else you can do than write all day at home or accompany him on his overseas schedules.

You're not sure why he always drags you along, when back home, he won't even call you for days. Maybe he doesn't have to? Maybe his bed at home is always warm. But if that's the case, why not take them on a trip once in a while? Does he have designated women for specific occasions?

Then who will the woman be he chooses to show to the public one day? Number three in his harem?

You can't even truly blame him. As someone he grew up in this industry, his view on the world is warped, shifted, not the same colors as yours. He doesn't feel the same worth in a simple banknote that you do, he can't understand the struggle of missing the bus or having to face an empty fridge.

"Sit up, baby." He tells you, chuckles when you struggle a little to do so- compared to him, flying around all the time actually does take a toll on you. And the petname doesn't make it any better in this moment, as his hands reach out to hold you steady, helping your legs over his thighs, before he guides the head of his cock into you. He wants you close tonight it seems like. Hopefully he keeps holding you, because you're not very energetic this time. "I've got you." He says, and you nod, resting your arms around his neck, hands faintly touching the skin of his back. "Are you cold?" He wonders.

"A bit." You respond. He's probably noticed your icy fingertips.

"I'll warm you up." He purrs, and you nod. You know he will. He always does- always hot hearted in everything he does, even in this. He holds you close, hands on your behind helping you move, your hips rolling a bit too slow for his liking, but he overlooks it for once. You're not sure what's up with him tonight. This isn't him. "You tired, baby?" He wonders, and you nod.

"Sorry." You tell him, but he shakes his head, moves to lay you down, knees pressed into the soft hotel bed mattress as he thrusts his hips forwards.

"It's alright." He brushes it off. "Flight was long as hell." He muses, lazily moving himself. You're enjoying this, even if it's odd for him to behave this way. "Wanna come over for breakfast tomorrow morning?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Can't." You sigh, arms now moving to lay above your head, eyes closed in bliss. "I fly out back home at 8 tomorrow." You remind him, and you can't see the way his brows lower, face darkening as he realizes he didn't know that. You usually fly back after him. Why are you going home sooner this time?

"Why?" He huffs out, hands grabbing your legs as he pulls your thighs over his, pushing himself deeper now. "You always fly after me." He almost growls.

"I dunno.." You slur. "Management said." You just respond. Why does he seem so irritated by this? It's not a huge deal at all if you fly back sooner or later. He's not gonna call you up back home anyways, so why does it bother him so much.

"Management can go fuck themselves." He argues. "You fly after me. I'll book the flight myself if I have to." he demands practically, slight irritation causing him to have his energy boil up, position adjusted as he becomes more restless, balls smacking loudly against you cunt, pace a lot more ruthless now.

You're finally reaching it. Your head becomes fuzzy.

You don't notice Jungkook becoming almost.. satisfied from that sight of your tension finally leaving. You're nothing but whimpers of pleasure as he slips out of you, hands tugging and pushing your legs and body to have you on your side, the taller Idol now laying down on his side behind you to spoon you, dragging the head of his length through your soaked and slicked up folds. one hand holds up your thigh, helps in opening you up, though you're pretty much gaping from his girth stretching you out moments prior. His lips find your shoulder, your neck, as he pushes himself back inside with the help of your hands-

who suddenly do something new as well, tugging the condom from his cock, making him gasp out in sensitivity. "What're you doing?" He grows.

"IUD." You tell him. "Please-" You beg, and yet again he moves as if awakened from slumber, pushing you halfway on your stomach as he pushes the now bare head of his cock back inside you. This is most certainly new, and he knows for a fact, that he's never going back again.

"Fuck.." He almost laughs, leaning over you now, body covering yours as he just pushes himself in for a good moment, humming a sound of pleasure into your neck as he lets himself relish in the new sensation. "Ah-" He sighs out, before he clenches his jaw, thrusting hard as if to make sure your body will remember him for days to come.

It will. Sadly.

"God, fuck-!" He groans out, holding onto your body now, having turned you onto your side, hand reaching out adjust your arm so he can see your face. Your lips are parted, eyes closed in bliss, and he can't help but have his hand smack down onto your behind that's moving in a way that's way too inviting. He does it a second time, slap clearly heard as he smirks at the way you clench around his cock currently rearranging your insides. He moves your leg to rest over his shoulder, reaching even deeper, hand underneath your belly button pressing where he can faintly feel himself move.

No one can blame him for being absolutely obsessed with your body.

He can feel the way you begin to tighten, thighs shaking a little as you come undone, his hands moving your legs again to close them once more, holding them up, slipping out of your clenching cunt to push his cock right between your soft and wet thighs. it's enough for a moment, though you reach out to touch the tip poking through almost teasingly, making him laugh as he suddenly sighs out, groaning as he spills over your stomach and up your chest. You're breathing heavily, and don't notice you start to shiver, as he parts from you to turn on the light in the bathroom to clean up.

Aftercare is not really his thing- and you've come to accept that.

When you sit up, you stretch your arms in front of you, muscles slowly regaining strength as you wait for Jungkook to finish up, toilet flushing before he emerges again, shamelessly walking without underwear, gaze following you as you walk past him to use the bathroom yourself.

The moment you re-emerge to grab your clothes, he's sitting on the edge of the bed with his boxers back on, phone in his hand. "I booked the flight for you. Tomorrow at 12:30." He tells you as you slip back into your underwear, not bothering with the bra as you search for where he'd thrown your shirt. "Here." He offers- and you slip the garment on with a thanks, only noticing afterwards that that's not yours at all, oversized fabric reaching almost to your knees. "Cute." He comments way too quiet to be meant to be heard, so you don't mention it at all.

"Why is the flight-thing so important?" You wonder, slipping into your socks as he moves around to find the hotel room service menu.

"Because you always fly back after me." He repeats again, clearing his throat.

"…you already said that." You mumble to yourself, but he clearly hears you.

"Fuck alright, god damnit!" He whines in complaint, rolling his eyes. "If you were to fly back earlier, you'll run right into all the paparazzi and shit waiting for me. That's why you're meant to fly back later- so they're gone by the time you arrive." He explains, and you're stunned in the spot you're standing, watching him a bit confused.

So that's the reason?

"It's not like they know." You say, unsure why he's so adamant about it.

"Doesn't matter." He shakes his head. "I'm not having them jump you for whatever reason they might have." He denies, before he sits down in the seat near the window which blinds are shut. "Now what do you wanna eat?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"I'll eat something tomorrow morning." You deny, and he slumps back in his seat, eyes closed and tongue pushed against his cheek.

"What do you want to fucking eat, babe." He repeats, making sure to pronounce the petname before he looks at you with frustration.

"Nothing." You respond. "Are we done?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, setting the menu down before he crosses his arms.

"No." He denies. "What to they call you?" He asks, and you're not sure what he's getting at, shaking your head with brows furrowed in confusion.

"What're you talking about?" You ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What do they call you?" He repeats. "I heard what you talked about in the car when I left."

"How?" You ask baffled.

"Telepathy." He jokes without humor, before he scoffs to himself. "I called you to actually ask you if you wanted to eat something- but you must've accidentally accepted the call without looking, because I clearly listened in on a convo I wasn't supposed to hear." He explains. "Either way, I want an answer. What. Do. They. Call. You." He demands, and you sigh.

"Why does it matter?" You argue, searching for your leggings in the room- finding them over the armrest of the chair he's currently sitting in. "I'm your personal prostitute, just without the pay." You tell him, and it takes him a second to realize that that's your answer.

Suddenly, he wants you out the room.

Not because he doesn't want you here any longer, but because the guilt is eating him alive with ever second he has to look at you. Because the more he think about it, the more it becomes obvious to him that this really must look like just that to everyone. After all, he's just taking you with him apparently for sex, and he's become so comfortable in it that he didn't think about it any longer. It's what you want too, right?

Jungkook has never really learned how to convey his emotions properly. He doesn't know what it's like to fall in love, has no idea what to look out for. He likes spending time with you, and enjoys the sex to the point that he's been monogamous with only you for the past year or so. It's nice to be in a relationship, even though he knows this one isn't normal. It's still okay, because down the line, you understand each other. He likes you, he just doesn't want people to use that against him or you at some point- so he keeps your status to himself. No one needs to know you're a couple. Only you and him. Because.. you know that, right?

"You know that's not what you are to me, right?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Does it matter?" You ask. "It's none of my business who I am to you, or whoever you screw apart from me." You say.

"What?" He asks, crossed arms unraveling. "I'm not fucking anyone but you." He says.

"Cool." You say.

"Cool? That's it?" He argues. "How can you be so calm about everyone else telling you I'm apparently cheating on you?" He worries, and you're yet again confused.

"What're you talking about?" You ask. "That's got nothing to do with cheating." You say.

"No no no no whoa there. Stop for a second." He holds his hands out as if to soothe a raging crowd of people, looking at the carpet. "You- you do know we're in a relationship, right?" He asks you, and your face tells him everything he needs to know. "Oh my fucking god are you kidding me…" He complains into his hands, covering his face in frustration.

"How the hell was I supposed to know?" You say, now with your own arms crossed. "Jungkook, you rarely even talk to me when we're back home. You only take me with you when you've got something up overseas, you constantly tell people we're just friends, you've never even asked me out in the first place!" You argue.

"We've been fucking each other for almost a year, I thought it was obvious I liked you?!" He whines, looking at you with what you realize are tears brimming on his waterline. Why is he so emotional now? "Have you- did you see anyone other than me?" He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

"No." You deny.

"Okay. Fuck- okay." He takes a deep breath, swallows down his panic. "I like you. I don't- I've got no clue if it's love or not because I don't know, alright? But I like you, a lot, to the point where I want us to be something permanent." He tries to explain. "Just us. You and me." He underlines, and you shrug.

"Jungkook, it's not that easy." You sigh. "If this has been what you think a relationship is like, then we won't work out."

"Alright, then what do you need me to do?" He argues, not letting go. "God- fuck, tell me what do I have to do to make you stay?" He asks, voice cracking.

"Jungkook, calm down-" You start, but he shakes his head, swallows thickly, bottom lip quivering for just a second before he licks over it, pulls it in between his teeth.

"I can't-! Not when it sounds like you're gonna leave me-" He worries.

"I'm not, don't worry. I'll stay. Just.. breathe for a second, alright?" You ask, getting up to walk closer, pushing his shoulders back to force him out of his slumped over position. "Hey- okay?" You ask, and he instead pulls you closer, sits you onto his lap, before he clings onto you, resting his forehead in your shoulder. "Why do you never reach out to me when we're home? You're confusing me." You gently tell him, and he shrugs.

"I'm scared they'll see you." He sniffles. "If they do- they'll tear you apart." He sighs. "When we're out here, like this- I can just.. claim you're staff, whatever. But at home- I can't.. I don't know how to protect you." He shakes his head.

"You should've told me." You sigh, leaning into him. "I was hurt, you know?" You tell him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry." He apologizes, pulls you just a bit closer. "I don't know what to do." He whines.

"What if you just visit me instead?" You offer. "They don't know where I live. And my windows are all mirrored so no one can look inside." You tell him.

"…since when?" he asks, leaning away from you a little so that you can finally see his face again, eyes red, a stray tear escaping him that you wipe off.

"Since a few months ago? Jungkook you don't even know my apartment in the first place. You've never visited me at all, ever!" You laugh, and he sighs.

"I know, and I.. always wanted to, you know, visit you.. spend time with you but.." He runs a hand over his face.

"You're okay. We talked about it now." You nod, an action he copies. "I'll come back tomorrow morning and we can have breakfast together, okay?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

"No, you gotta stay." He denies. "I don't care if you don't like that, but I need you close tonight." He says.

"Never said I don't." You say. "You just seemed uncomfortable with it." You wonder.

"Because I snore!" He whines, throwing his head back. "I snore, I move a lot, I might cling to you at night or I sweat, or whatever the fuck- I'm not as perfect as I'm made out to be." He complains.

"Jungkook sorry, but what the fuck." You laugh, and he can't help but smile at the sight and sound of you happy. "You can fart and burp like whatever, and I'd still stay. You're human, I'm not perfect either!" You explain, but he shakes his head, leaning forwards to kiss your already blossoming bruises on your neck.

"No, you are." He says. "You're absolutely perfect." He argues.

"Not really." You deny.

"Stop arguing." He complains, squeezes your waist a bit.

"What're you gonna do about it?" You tease, and he looks up at you with a heated gaze.

"Get me nice n' hard and I'll show you." He responds, making you giggle with eyes rolling, as you lean back to tug him out of his underwear, a hiss leaving him. "Fuck, baby your hands are icy!" He laughs, leaning back to hold your legs so you don't slip off of his thighs.

"That's cause it's cold in here!" You joke back, warming your hands up on his already heated length, skin already flushed and swelling as the blood rushes back. His hands travel beneath the shirt you wear, softly grabbing at the flesh of your chest, making you get up to shed your underwear and get back onto his lap.

"Think you can ride me on this thing?" He asks, talking about the seat he's sitting in. "Kinda tired right now, won't lie."

"Huh, making me do all the work now?" You raise your brows. "And here I thought you wanted to take us seriously.." You sigh, attempting to joke- but he clearly doesn't take it as such, face becoming serious again.

"Lift your hips a little." He demands, and you do so- unsure what he's trying to do, before he spits into his hand once more, feeling you up between your legs to check if you're ready. You are- quickly slicking up at the thought of him, and he guides his length inside of you again, stretching you out once more, but this time, it's not just sex.

He refuses to move. He just helps you settle on his lap, but holds onto your hips, keeping you from moving. "Jungkook-" You whine, but he shakes his head, and pulls your face closer to kiss you.

"No, I wanna stay like this for a bit." He denies.

"But I thought we wanted to eat something later?" You ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I'm trying to be romantic here." He complains.

"By putting your dick inside me?" You ask.

"Well I don't know what else to do!" He whines. "I.. I don't really know how else to properly express.." He falls deep into thought for a second or two, before he finally says it. "I don't know how else to make sure you can.."

"..feel how much I love you."

You're quiet for a good while, watching how he rather looks at your neck than at you in particular, avoiding eye contact as he continues to move his hands back to your sides underneath your shirt. "Jungkook…" You mumble, and he cringes.

"Don't-" He sighs, clicks his tongue in irritation. "-don't pity me or something-" He begins.

"No no no I'm not pitying you I just-" You cut him off, now your hands holding his cheeks to force him to look at you. Because you just realized something in the things he's said earlier. "Remember how you said.. you want me to fly back after you?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yeah." He answers, his way warmer palms now taking yours from his face, holding them in his. "Of course."

"That's.. something that also shows that you care about me." You say. "Because, you didn't say that you were worried about someone spotting me and putting your career on the line- but that you were worried about me being in danger." You remind him, and he nods. "Or how you noticed my stomach growling, and wondered if I ate today." You giggle.

"I already wondered if you didn't- cause I didn't see you eat anything." He shrugs.

"See?" You hum towards him, running your hand through his hair. "That shows you care, too." You say.

"But I want you to feel it." He complains stubbornly. "I want you to.. feel the same as I do when I'm around you." He offers.

"Horny?" You ask, and he rolls his eyes, throwing his head back.

"That too-" He laughs. "But mostly.. just, I don't know." He takes a deep breath. "It's hard to explain. It's like chest constricts when I'm not around you. Whenever I'm home, I miss you so bad that I sometimes go to sleep early just to avoid giving in and calling you. I have to distract myself just to not think about you- and yet I still do, almost all the time." He sighs, tucking your hair behind your ears. "When I wake up.." He hums, hands moving to your shoulders. "When I do my morning routine.." He explains, letting his fingers travel over the length of your arms. "When I work out.." He continues. "When I go to bed. It doesn't matter at all." He shakes his head.

"You know you don't have to make up something just to make me stay, right?" You ask him, and at that, his eyes immediately snap back up to you, panic returning.

"I'm not." He denies instantly. "I'm really not-" he urges. "-how can I prove it?" He worries.

"You.. listen, it's not something that you can just clear up in a moment." You sigh. "It's gonna take time. We're basically starting from scratch here." You explain, and he nods.

"Do you.. should we stop then?" He asks, glancing between your bodies for a second. "Until you believe me?" He wonders, and you shrug, before you shake your head.

"No." You deny. "I'd miss you too much-" You tell him, before you adjust your legs, arms around his neck. "-And you'd probably go insane without sex." You tease.

"Not without sex." He denies, watching how you begin to move your hips, letting him slip out until just the very tip remains inside you. "But without you." He clarifies. "It's not sex I want- that's a… I don't know. It's the closeness I feel, you know?" He sighs when you sink back down. "I just like touching you.. being inside you.." He hums, eyes fluttering closed as he leans back into the seat while your hands settle on his shoulders to keep you balanced, pace slow but fast enough to intensify the pleasure you both feel. "Just like that.." He sighs out in bliss.

"I have a really nice couch, you know?" You hum towards him, making him smile while his hands find your waist. "My bed is really big too.." You tell him, and he opens his eyes a little at that.

"Big enough for two?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Guess we have to find out." You tease, and he nods, hands moving from your waist to your hips before one of them finds your heat between your legs where he can see his cock disappearing inside you.

"Is the couch sturdy?" He wonders, fingers playing with your clit now, making the muscles in your thighs twitch.

"Ah- yes!" You whine, picking up your pace.

"Hm, gonna fuck you on it then." He chuckles. "Stress-test it." He jokes, and you whimper as you come undone, your slick now coating his own legs, strings of the sticky fluid keeping you both connected, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the hotel room. "Break it." He growls, heels on the ground helping him in shifting his hips upwards into you, catching you off guard, your orgasm washing over you in a wave threatening to drown you.

You're shaking, but you still move, needing to feel him reach his high as well, and he does find his own release, spilling whatever he's got left to give, holding you close, kissing whatever skin he can reach from how you're hugging him now, breathing slowly easing again.

And he keeps you like this, uncaring of the food since it's by now too late to order any roomservice anyways.

And for the first time, he actually sleeps next to you, in the same bed-

promising himself to do everything he can to keep you this close, for now and as long as you'll have him.

[sea-of-dust]

Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

[izzabela]

How about the linkuei trio with a female partner who is just a little bit taller than them? Personally, I find it adorable when in couples, the woman is taller. Plus, our boys are also very tall :>

Height Difference - Lin Kuei Trio x fem!reader (headcanons)

in which you were blessed with great vertical length

a/n: something something something Tomas would ask us to sit in his face

ship[s]: tomas vrbada , bi han , kuai liang x fem!tall!reader (separate, headcanons)

warning(s): MDNI beyond a certain point

Tomas Vrbada

- Tomas minds his business when you pick something to wear. heels? lovely, put em on and make yourself tower over him. short dresses? absolutely, let him see your legs

- he absolutely loves when you feel yourself, confident in the blessing of your genetics

- he's little spoon fifty percent of the time. no, he doesn't care ("please hug me like i do you", he asks constantly)

- head pats. head ruffles. mess his hair up. anything involving your hand on his head is a must

- he will still carry you- bridal style is his favorite. thats definitive

- he loves dancing with you. slow dancing especially, the way you look at him as your head tilts down ever so slightly to meet his equally soft gaze

Bi Han

- Bi Han is reluctant to show intimacy in public, but in private he loves leaning on your shoulder when it's just you two

- Bi Han is a confident man, and he would actually put anyone in their place of they told you that you weren't allowed to wear things because you were tall

- you're a good sparring partner. when he's alone with you, he'll probably mention you're a good reference for fighting people

- you like it when Bi Han makes you feel like a woman. what i mean is that you still feel feminine and cutesy and lovey-dovey with him because of the natural masculinity he oozes- basically he still makes you feel like a cute short girl when you're having those days

- just like Tomas, Bi Han will carry you. except he's more than bridal style: over the shoulder, bridal, one arm- i don't know, i don't care

- Bi Han, when not around others, will rest his head on your shoulder

Kuai Liang

- he will always look up at you, smiling and giddy. he just loves to look up and see the love of his life

- he doesn't care, he will be affectionate in public and love up on you like Tomas

- Kuai Liang does dip kisses. idk i can see him doing ig

- Kuai Liang does the thing where he traces your silhouette like he's drawing. fingers gently gliding across your arm, shoulder, back of your neck- he loves that

- Kuai Liang also big on leaning his head on your shoulder, but he does it whenever and wherever he wants

- Kuai Liang does not mind if you throw your arm over his shoulder. he'll match your energy and wrap one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand that's over his shoulder

MDNI HERE ON OUT======

Tomas

- SIT ON HIS FACE. HE LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS FACE

- i think Tomas can be switchy- dom one night and sub next. he's a mixed bag of nuts

- when he's sub for the night, oh baby does he love when you're pulling his hair, forcing him to eat you out without air, or just being rough with him in general

- "show your mistress how much you love her," you command. his eyes are glazed and lost, the scent of your slick and the heavy air of sex getting him high

- when he isn't subbing, that man will fuck you like no tomorrow. however, he likes to see you on top of him in some way

- "come on, dove," he coaxes you gently, ironic to how fast his hips buck into you as you're moaning and gasping for air as he fucks you. "you're doing so well, dove. up and down- good~"

Bi Han

- he's on top always, but i think he likes to see your silhouette and admire how tall and lengthy you are (legs and arms wise)

- "beautiful," he says between gritted teeth. in doggy, he's got the perfect view of all of you: your ass on his dick, back dimples so deep that his thumbs were practically made for pressing in them, the fact your back was out in its glory. "my beautiful song bird"

- he'd fuck missionary too. your legs over his shoulders, meaty cock pressing into the tip of your cervix as you beg for more, more, and more

- Bi Han likes to bound you in something. hands behind your back, tied up wrists, etc etc. it might have to do with the fact he can see your entire, elongated figure. you like it too, don't worry

- sit on his face too, for sure, but he's more into 69. you're gagging, sobbing even, over his cock bullying your throat as Bi Han condescendingly asks if you like it ("you do?" he laughs maniacally, bucking his hips deeper. "have some then, my song bird")

Kuai Liang

- i think he'd pick you up and fuck you. whether you're facing him and you're foreheads are touching, or your back is against his and he's practically pistoning in and out of you

- mirror fucking! he wants you to see all the parts he finds pretty about you. "don't you see how pretty you look, darling? pretty little legs out so you can see how well i'm feeding that little hole of yours~"

- dirty talk! so much dirty talk about you and your greedy cunt, sopping wet cunt, how pretty you look spread out and dripping

- i think he's into the bjs where he's standing, holding your hands up by your wrists, and humping into your mouth as you whine and cry on his thick length

- Kuai Liang is probably into the sitting blowjobs too, where you're the one looking up at him instead of the other way around

- something something something, Kuai Liang fucks you sideways. your leg is in his hand as your legs are spread wide open, full access for his cock to fuck deep in you

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whew okay finished

guys the voices are calling me to COD i wanna finish all of these before i hit it tho

[merotwst]

DRAGGED MY FEET RIGHT DOWN THE ISLE !

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⇝stuck in a failing and/or loveless marriage with them.

[ n: thank u for 600 followers, everyone! special thanks to @v-anrouge and @/love-thanatopsis for helping me so much with this fic i love u sm this is for u i hope u like it ! not proofread. ]

{ - - - → tw. angst. cheating, alcohol, arguments, aggression, mention of children on kalim's part, gaslighting, mentions of divorce, unhappiness and basically anything u would associate with marriages that just aren't working out exdee. just sad vibes here so stick around if ure in the mood to cry </3 }

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

he sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples in exhaustion. but despite the lingering tiredness of the day, you would think riddle would be ready to head himself to bed and get some proper rest, right? wrong. he feels like a man being sent off to war.

he'd have much rather spent the night in his office with a blanket and a pillow on the couch. the neck pain would be an easier form of misery to endure than having to spend an hour in a room with tension he often compares to a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

it almost seemed like you lived in separate worlds. he worked, you did whatever it is a dutiful partner does. only you did it far, far away. to your parties you went and talked to your friends, to his meetings he went and shared some good brandy with his own company. you both come home and head to your own separate chambers.

when you're out together you put on a good display of affections for everyone to see. holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek, smiling as if it were all just you against the world. how suffocating.

but behind the facade is an empty world. an empty house. empty hearts. just the clinking of sliver ware on the quiet dinner table sitting eight feet away from each other on both ends. silence was the only way to keep yourselves afloat. distance was your own form of a makeshift lifeboat because your vows at the altar were your own ways of saying it was ‘every man for himself’.

you were two strangers forced to live under the same roof.

and if it were not for his mother trying to salvage your miserable marriage—the marriage of her own engineering—by getting you both to sleep in the same room together, he would have been perfectly content with that dull, dreary, miserable lifestyle. the lifestyle once again, enforced onto him by his beloved mother.

the redhead leaned forward from his leather chair. a breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. his hand reached for the whiskey on the table and took one last sip before standing up, mentally hoping you were out to a party with your insufferable company of people. because if not, it's going to be another long night of sad, silent agony in a king sized bed—a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

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leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

“open this door right now, [name]! stop acting like a damn brat!”

as the prince yells out that last word he pounds on the door more aggressively than he initially did. it echoed across the halls. the sounds reverberate and bounce back to reach his ears reminding him of the torment of his existence. all his efforts, efforts he never wanted to exert, all come in for naught. this always happens to him. this was the bane of his existence. falena gets the light shone in his face and the cheers and acknowledgement of everyone around him, he gets to pound on a door trying to get his partner to come out of their bathroom because they are late to the party where it was essential they should attend.

‘it takes two to tango’, they say. how does one dance when the other party can't even sit down for one second and look you in the eye without making you feel like you're the biggest burden to have ever arrived in his life? how does one cope with the resentment that's so evidently there? the contempt held for you when you enter a room together and he immediately drops your hand the second everyone starts looking away? you aren't his partner. you are nothing but a prop to him. to get his family off his back. he couldn't even do as much as acknowledge you whenever you entered your chambers alone.

people surround you day after day but you've never felt more alone in your life.

and as leona banged and screamed and twisted the knob the way he twisted your heart up and squeezed it dry, you pulled your knees close to your chest. biting your quivering lower lip till the metallic taste of blood filled your senses.

the light from the open door illuminates the room. your comfortable corner in the bathroom invaded by the lion's dominating presence. and as he watched you, gripping the fabric of your attire like it was your only other anchor to sanity, you felt him soften. ever so slightly, his shoulders eased up. his eyebrows raised a little from their initial cross direction and his eyes showed a hint of melancholy—no... pity. his shadow loomed over your curled up form, cast from the light outside that only reached you and him.

he did not do anything else. he just slightly clutched the key he held in his hands that he used to open the door a little tighter. he watched you for a moment, as if he were observing a small animal being cornered by a predator. silence enveloped the room only broken by your occasional pathetic sniffle and sob. he then turned on his heels.

“change your clothes, they're all wrinkly now. we leave in ten minutes.”

he closed the door to the room and the darkness enveloped you once more.

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

the vase shattered as it hit the wall barely missing your husband's head. all the jewelry on your dresser tossed and strewn all across the floor. the clothes, the shoes and all the other vain things he'd given you as a consolation for never being home, never being available, never being a husband.

the thing about azul was that he could be a good actor whenever he wanted to be. it's essential for a businessman to know when to play a poker face, when to seem interested or whatnot. he'd mentioned that in passing back then when he would actually talk to you before you were married but now you forget the details. now that you think about it, back then he must have been acting, too. to gain your affections. to make you fall in love with him. so he can achieve his own greedy little goals. you look over at him and can't help a bitter laugh escape your throat.

he gave you a sharp look, “what is it that you find so humorous in this situation, darling?” the businessman asked in a mocking voice, “finally gone mad, have we?”

you turn to him, a small, resentful grin on your face, “oh honey you know i'm always mad for you!” you scream the last part as you hurled one of your favorite shoes at him. your husband was quick to evade this causing it to fly directly to one of your bedroom lamps. the two items fell to the floor with a clatter and smash. the sound of breaking glass mirrored your breaking heart.

azul opened his mouth, a string of insults flowing from his tongue so freely and you mirrored this by shooting your own painful words at his direction. the mingling angry voices bounced across the four walls of the room.

this was not the life you envisioned with him. where was the sweet, suave man that held your hand so gently and softly as he brought you to dinner? where was the kind, generous soul and took a short portion of his day to see you and personally deliver his flowers to you? where was the funny, charismatic person that charmed your family so much they were practically begging you to marry him? where was the husband that vowed to love and to cherish you at the altar?

that man was replaced by the empty space on your bed, the flowers delivered to you by random people you didn't know, the shoes and clothes and other ridiculous things he probably doesn't even pick out himself. and you would sit alone at your home, in front of a full sized mirror that reflected your pathetic state by showing you the tears that streamed down your face night after night that azul spent on his stupid company. the company which you made possible for him by marrying him. what a fool you are.

objects flew, tears shed, hearts broken.

but the saddest of all is that each and every one these things only seem to come from your side of the room and not his.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

you sat in your bedroom, watching the seconds tick by. the clock's hands showed it was two in the morning. normally you would expect a married couple to be in bed together asleep at this hour, but not for you. these days, it seemed to be a somewhat better though. as of late, he was usually out because of the hectic pressures of being head of the family and jamil would attest to this fact.

he'd promised you he wouldn't see her anymore. you wanted to make it work. you begged him to try to make it work with you—even if only for the children. and he agreed. and somehow, this sparked some home in your bitter situation. and that made it bearable for you.

you sat, then stood, then paced, then sat again. restless energy built up in your body thinking of what to say to him when he comes through the door. things were looking up and you wanted to help him relax after another very stretched out day. it's the least you can do for him. after all, no matter what the situation, kalim was always kind to you. he always made you feel like you mattered and listened and made you feel valid. you are essentially the parent to his children and so he made sure he was treating you well to an extent.

but that... that just isn't enough. you're his partner. you needed to feel like his partner. someone he could turn to, someone he could talk to, someone he could run to whenever things got bad. but kalim always kept you at arm's length. he was your husband but he could never completely be a husband.

because he did not love you.

he loved—loves her.

it shows on his disheveled hair. it shows on the perfume that you smell on his clothes. it shows on the lipstick stains on his neck. it shows on the look of shock on his face when he sees you awake. waiting. disappointed.

your twiddling fingers drop to your sides the same way your heart dropped and shattered on the floor. the exhaustion evident on your features when you sit down heavily on the soft cushions of the sofa.

“[name]... i... i thought you were asleep...” kalim sputtered out. he sounded like a child who was just caught snooping around the kitchen late at night.

if only it were as simple as stealing cookies from the kitchen cupboard at two-thirty.

“and i thought we were trying, kalim,” you replied flatly.

he didn't respond. you didn't want to stay. you couldn't. so you stood up and looked him straight in the eye—they looked guilty. and... they feel sorry for you. you hated it.

you turned around, not giving him time to finish whatever ‘explanation’ he had come up with again. you couldn't bear it. you refuse to cry for him—not anymore. you're exhausted and you couldn't bear to be inside that suffocating room with him any longer.

“i'll sleep with the children tonight.” you say before heading to the door leaving your husband and your broken heart along with him.

⑇

vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

‘there's no business like show business!’

this is true for the most part. it has its ups and downs but vil personally never had much of a say in the matter of whether he would be in the public eye or not. all his life he'd been under the spotlight. the blinding flashes of the cameras, the bright lights of the stage, the softboxes and umbrellas that would make any normal person squint and and turn away don't even make him flinch. but that's not to say it wasn't exhausting.

of course that was the small price to pay for a profession such as vil's. he has made the many greater sacrifices to get where he is in life. and although people who don't live the lifestyle he had would feel the intimidation of the showbiz world, he was surprised you didn't seem like it bothered you much at all.

the people of twisted wonderland adored you when you both started dating. it all seemed like a perfect fairy tale whenever they saw you and vil liked that. of course they weren't really far off. at the beginning it did seem like a fairy tale. you were perfect and even to himself it felt too good to be true.

and sure enough, it was.

majority of your dating life with vil was private but later down the line, after you got married, you both became more public about it. posting more pictures, going out together, attending events.

headlines of ‘the perfect couple’ turn into ‘the luckiest man alive’(referring to vil), to ‘[name]! the real star of the show’.

wherever vil went, people would ask for you. even in movie interviews meant for him—starring him. they were looking for you. they wanted you. they, “only really came because we thought [name] would be here!” in events where he was supposed to be the main attraction.

it's always you, you, you.

and at first he didn't mind. he was proud to have you as his partner. he even did feel like he was the happiest man alive for a while. but the more people asked for you, the more he felt the disappointment and sadness morph into something more bitter. his years and years of endless hard work and silent suffering against neige all came crashing back down in a repeating dance of fighting for acknowledgement. to be recognized as himself. and he thought he was finally over all that. working twice as hard and feeling—being overlooked. but you... he knows you don't do it on purpose. it's not your fault you're so easy to love. vil knows you would never purposefully overshadow him but whenever he sees you in the red carpet waving and smiling at the crowds all cheering and chanting your name like you were some sort of otherworldly being, he couldn't compete.

the way they all run to you without even so much as acknowledging his presence beside you felt the same as getting thrown tomatoes at and booed to him. and he remembers he was even booed at some point for not bringing you along on a public trip!

he didn't know when the sadness fully morphed into bitter resentment but whenever you were alone he found himself criticizing your every move. his subtle, snide remarks of your (perfectly well) clothes turned into full on insults. sometimes he would even guilt you into not attending events you were exclusively invited to.

and he knows you would never betray him. so you take it all quietly. you knew leaving vil would only villanize him more in the public eye. no matter what, he was still your husband and you made a sacred promise on the altar.

you both smile for the cameras in public, the mirage of the most perfect couple to be advertised to the whole of twisted wonderland. but behind closed doors are the heated arguments, the endless screaming, the nights you spent alone in your once lovely home curled up in bed.

your husband might have loved you once, and this hurts him just as much to admit—but vil can never love you again in circumstances like this. but you're both given no choice but to bear it.

there really is no business like show business.

⑇

idia shroud ‹ ignihyde ›

there is no doubt idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to stand out in his own. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor and this isn’t just because of his years and years of experience in strategy games or looking for ways to try and escape social situations he hates so much, but also because he’s just a master at running away from situations.

the only situation people thought he could never escape from was standing with you at the altar. the “most horrifying” day of his life.

to think a hermit shut-in nobody like him would find himself in a lifelong commitment with someone is just absurd. but here you are in your miserable state of trying to get him to get out of his room. constantly bugging him to spend time with you—he’s already married you! is that not enough?

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s spent enough time with you to know exactly how to break you without getting his hands dirty.

he finds himself buying a different house, far from where you are. under the guise of working better with no distractions. lies of saying he would call but never did.

endless nights of you pacing your room, phone to your ear hearing the ringing over and over and over again.

it just kept ringing and ringing and you wanted it to stop. you needed it to stop. you needed an answer.

and when the other line of your connection was the sound of company—of a companion—who was willing to give you the attention you deserved from such a cruel life, idia finally shows himself.

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s always known how to win a game. you've fallen into his trap. he has the receipts of your conversations with the other person you were seeing, the photographs, the evidence. and as he slid the piece of paper and pen towards you on the other side of the table, a cocky grin on his face feeling like he'd finally got exactly what he wanted, he caught a glimpse of your sadness.

your melancholy in the way you picked up the pen and read through the divorce papers of his orchestrating. idia felt a tsunami of guilt wash him away as the sight of all the pain he caused you was so vividly clear to him now. but instead of signing, you drew a line across the piece of paper that was his path to ‘freedom’. and what idia saw that replaced the sadness in you was anger. resentment. betrayal of the worst kind.

there is no doubt india shroud s a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one.

but he is also a fool to think you were going to take all these hits lying down.

⑇

malleus draconia ‹ diasomnia ›

people had given you a heads up before you got married that malleus draconia was a serious man.

he married you, sure, but you didn't know what you expected out of this marriage. after all, a marriage arranged by two families didn't really promise much on the love department and your made peace with that.

but you didn't expect the lack of affection to be in this extent.

he wouldn't touch you, let alone even look you in the eye. malleus was constantly busy in his study or going out to attending other formal gatherings. The only times he would come around to spending a portion of his day with you was during dinner. and they were long, painfully quiet dinners.

he had a duty as the prince of briar valley, after all. but you understood that. but sometimes you lie around your empty bedroom thinking about how your life could have been so much more better. the agonizing silence, the awkward touches, the forced smiles. it all felt so terribly depressing.

surely your husband could at least pretend to be comfortable when he's spending the day around you. but somehow it's always just some form of... indifference. whenever you would show small forms of affection like touching his hand or giving him a kiss, he would just stand there, not returning. not reflecting the same amount of affections as you did with him.

and of course you tried your best to make it better. consulting those closest to him to you try to understand him whenever he talked about things he was interested in. you tried to show support on his projects and his interests. you even tried to get invested into the gargoyles and architecture he so dearly loved and finally you thought it worked.

the occasional invite to tea, the small acknowledgements, the small talks about the things he liked. you felt like all your hard work started to pay off.

but when you made your way through the long corridors of the castle with a box of something special in your hands picked especially for the prince one afternoon, your feet came to a halt in front of the mahogany double doors of his study.

two voices—muffled by the barrier between you and the people in the room but it was enough to hear the all important parts of the conversation.

“it all is such a pain, lilia,” he said, “they're constantly trying to catch ny attention. to show me affection. but it all just feels so... miserable.

“i have tried to take your advice. to be more open and responsive to their advances but it just doesn't work. i cannot love them the way they want me to.”

the conversation goes on but you could no longer listen. the ringing in your ears were far louder drowning out any other sound around you.

you made your way back to your chambers silently slipping away.

that night malleus asked about the present left in front of his study and you only sighed softly in response

“it's simply my misery, sir.”.

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[michwritesstuff]

Dating Bradley Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

a/n: omg does this song not scream being loved by bradley bradshaw! haha i am not doing well but this headcanon is saving me, so hope you all enjoy!

summary: female reader (she/her) x bradley bradshaw ughh I just want to date this man so badly! I know he would take such good care of his girlfriend! enjoy my ideas of what I think it would be like to date Bradley Bradshaw :)

notes/warnings: sexual activity mentioned at the end (18+)

word count: 1.3k+

You had first met Bradley during his first time around at Top Gun.

As attractive as you found him, growing up near North Island you knew that military men were off limits! They never stuck around long enough for anything serious, and you weren’t the type to mess around.

But Bradley was different. From the beginning he was genuine and caring, with the ability of holding an intellectual conversation, a trait that you appreciated.

You quickly became close friends and kept contact after he graduated from Top Gun and was shipped overseas.

He would send handwritten letters and a picture to keep you updated.

When Bradley got called back to Top Gun you reunited, but not without him making a surprise out of it. He had Penny call you into the Hard Deck to pick up something for your parents, running up and grabbing you from behind as you face the bar.

You reacted like any rational person would react, instantly dropping your weight and elbowing your attacker until their grip loosened.

“Ow, shit!”

You turned around immediately, recognizing his voice.

“Bradshaw, what the fuck?” the initial shock quickly replaced with excitement as you threw yourself into his embrace.

“What are you doing here?”

“Had to surprise my best girl!”

Your heart fluttered at his admission “his girl”

Since his return, every time they weren’t busy with training and worrying about the mission the Dagger Squad would come over to your house to hang out. It was your way of reminding them that they were regular people and deserved to have fun!

The night before they shipped out, Bradley had showed up at your doorstep at 10:30pm

“Rooster, what are you doing here, you should be sleeping?”

“I couldn’t. I started thinking too much and I just I—” he trailed off.

You invited him in, making tea for the both of you as he sat on your couch.

As you sat down next to him, turning so that you were facing each other you freezed as he grabbed your hand.

“What’s going on Rooster?”

“Y/N, I just—I can’t leave tomorrow without getting this off my chest.”

“Bradley—”

“Y/N, I love you. You are the kindest and most considerate human being that I have ever met. You are always there for me whenever I need you to be and you are incredibly genuine and selfless. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

You didn’t respond, shocked and in awe of his confession.

“Say something darling, I’m drowning here” he laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

One hand cupped his cheek as the other snaked around to is neck, pulling him in so that his lips hovered over yours.

“I love you too Bradley”

You were met with the warmest and most electrifying kiss of your life. Like the ones in the movies where time freezes and fireworks explode.

“You better come back to me,” you whispered as you both pulled away.

“Always,” Bradley responded, leaning his forward head against yours before giving your lips a quick peck.

And come back to you he did.

After the Uranium mission you and Bradley had made your relationship official. You didn’t make it a big deal, but you had really felt it when he reintroduced you to the team as his girlfriend.

If Bradley thought he loved you before, then he was a complete stranger to this new feeling of being in a relationship with you.

You had become so close with the team, which was something Bradley was extremely thankful for. You were constantly hanging out with Phoenix and inviting the team over for dinner, in addition to the late nights at the Hard Deck.

You would spend forever picking out the perfect outfit and making sure your makeup looked right before walking into your and Bradley’s shared bedroom.

“Wow, I truly am the luckiest man alive,” Bradley stated from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

Walking to where he sat you would stand in between his legs, lifting his chin with your fingers before leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.

“And don’t you forget it.”

Bradley would get a little jealous sometimes, wishing that you would just slow down and spend time alone with him. And you did.

As much as you loved going out and drunkenly dancing with everyone you couldn’t wait for the weekends where you and Bradley would cuddle up on the couch and catch up on the episodes of whatever new show you were binging.

Exhausted from the week, Bradley would kiss your temple before picking you and carrying you to the bedroom.

Bradley was your biggest supporter and vice versa, you were so incredibly proud of him and everything that he had accomplished in his career.

Although his relationship had improved greatly with Maverick, Bradley was still lacking in the family department. Luckily, you had a large and loving family nearby.

Bradley’s favorite thing was when you both got to babysit your baby nieces and nephews. He couldn’t wait until they would officially be his niece’s and nephews as well.

In fact, he couldn’t wait until the two of you had your own kids running around.

──── ⋆⋅Bradley and Yours Sex Life⋅⋆ ────

The first time you and Bradley has slept together was when he had come back from the Uranium mission. It was neither of yours’s first time but there was something special to him of almost dying and choosing to share this moment with you.

It was pure love making; soft, gentle, and deep. He wanted to show you just how much he loved and cared about you, taking care of you fully.

It wasn’t that often that you and Bradley took things slow, it wasn’t rare. But, you both had a high sex drive and loved to have fun with it.

Constantly changing up positions and locations to mix it up.

 The amount of handjobs and blowjobs you had given him in the Hard Deck bathroom was unreal, but all it took was a little bit of tequila for one of you to get needy and the other instantly giving in.

His favorite—oh god, his absolute favorite was when you rode him in the driver seat of his Bronco.

That wouldn’t have even been the purpose of the drive, you would drive down the coast and he would pull into a small overlook and park, sitting and talking before things got heated.

“Such a good girl, fucking yourself on my cock.”

You would just whine and pull on his hair. He was vocal, and you loved it, and he expected the same from you.

“Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?”

“Ye—fuck I…yes Rooster”

He slapped your ass, the hand that was guiding your hips raising til he placed a firm pressure on your throat.

“Not quite,” he stated, looking at you expectantly.

“Yes, Daddy! It feels so good when I fuck myself on your cock.”

“There we go,” he gritted, smiling as he thrusted up into you to meet the rhythm of your hips.

“Fuck, so deep Roo—filling me up,” you panted.

“God, you’re perfect. Just so pretty and tight, wrapped around me.”

There was something Rooster loved about being called Daddy, the thought of getting you pregnant with his child sent him over the edge.

He was already halfway there, being on birth control the two of you had given up condoms a while ago.

You loved when he fucked you raw, feeling every ridge of his cock rub against you.

Bradley was a generous lover, he loved going down on you and edging you with his mouth and fingers for hours.

But, like every man. He would get jealous and fuck you senseless, basically just using your body to remind you who you belonged too.

Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you were on your knees bracing your hands on his thighs.

His hips thrusting erratically as he fucked himself with your mouth, moaning when his tip hit the back of your throat. You would swallow around him and your eyes would begin to well up.

“What was that darling?” he teased.

“Kind of hard to speak with my cock in your mouth huh? Maybe next time we wont be so friendly with Hangman and Coyote…”

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[thecameronchronicles]

Retaliation

TW: Mentions of violence, mentions of domestic violence. Language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: This is what happens after Ward attacked you on The Coastal Venture…

WORD COUNT: 700

*REQUESTED*

@jules-cameron requested

Ok here me out, a rafe Cameron imagine where ward hurts you on the boat instead of Sarah and when rafe finds out he goes bat shit crazy? 

Retaliation

Rafe had been pacing back and forth for so long that he actually managed to perspire just enough to form a light sheen throughout his otherwise perfect caramel skin. But as he collected you in his arms, frustrated with how you'd frightened him with your absence, the sight of bruising left on your neck had been enough to still his aggression. Or at least redirect it.

"Which one of those fucking pogues was stupid enough to try and hurt my girl, huh? I swear if it was-" 

"It wasn't one of them..." You managed to confess beneath a raspy breathlessness affected by tears still present. 

"Someone on the crew? Just tell me and I'll take care of them, baby-" Your eyes widened at what he meant as you knew it meant bloodshed, but you were too horrified by the near death experience to do much of anything. 

"Please just hold me, Rafe..." 

He sighed but ultimately collected you, close enough to feel the jackhammer pulse of his chest against you. 

"Do I have to interrogate every single person on this ship to find out who's responsible for those marks, baby? Because you know I will..." 

"No...I-" 

"You've gotta tell me. You have to communicate with me-" 

"He's injured right now, I don't want-" 

"I don't care what he is. Asshole is gonna be worse off when I get my hands on him-" 

"Your dad doesn't-" 

"My...my dad?" His voice was suddenly hollow along with his expression. "MY DAD?!" 

"Please Rafe-" 

"It's bad enough he does it to me, God knows I probably even deserve it. But NOT you!" He charged towards the door as you were quick to apprehend his arm, but all this managed to do was make him turn this aggression to you. Your mind flashed to how this would go. You knew even if Rafe meant well for you, he would never be able to actually hurt his father. Not when he idolized him the way he did. And for that, you were trying to act in salvation to him to keep from him becoming lost to the regret that would swallow him afterwards.

"NOBODY touches you and gets away with it!" 

"Please, Rafe, just stay with me!" 

"Not until-" You silenced him with a kiss. As he tried to pull back, you kissed him harder. 

"Please. Just be with me." He wouldn't need to be told again as he would feel you take hold of his jeans and pulling them loose. In almost graceful moments you were undressed and pulled over him into a straddle as he prepared you for his penetration. But he would hesitate before offering it. 

"Nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise." He vowed while laying soft kisses on your bruised neck before sinking you onto his waiting cock. The slow penetration was newly erotic to what was usually, and even arguably, rushed. Even if you had spent hours making each other bend to sensual submission, never before had the insertion itself been this sweet and tender. 

"Nobody." He validated as you sucked a breath behind your teeth as he pulled you to such depths that he bottomed out, almost painfully, within you. 

"But me. In only the best ways." You nodded to his words before feeling him wrap your hair in a grip that would remain as he bounced you over his shaft. The welcome and hesitant release of each thrust was met with a chorus of groans and moans, pleas and the sounds of each of your names, until the deep pistons became manic poundings leasing to that mutual edge. 

For the love and passion he felt, you knew this in his possessive grip. And for the desire and need to protect, you felt behind each thrust. But it was the kiss to your lips as you whimpered against him, thay you felt it all. It pulled that rush of that orgasmic wave through your tribulations as he pulled you into a spin and onto your back before taking you for himself. Fucking you through that high, you watched him reach his own, adoring his features inflamed with lecherous need by your submission, before ultimately tensing and falling over you. 

"Come here..." He ordered as you were wrapped in his arms within your shared stateroom and falling off to sleep. 

You would awaken to the sound of the door coming open, the shuffling of your body having made him turn to face you. Your eyes would adjust in the nick of time, finding him moving in the direction of his father's room with the shadow of a gun in his hand…

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[f1-birb]

ok but i am usually not into these ships as much but recently. i am. so like. lando. martin. you said lock him in a cage in a tag. my mind said sub lando with dom martin.

they’re in a scene and lando is to be acting as if he's tied up and gagged. (they can’t actually do so because they can't risk marks). lando just wants to be. so. good. for him. in the beginning he wiggles a bit but gets a look from martin, eyes have him completely submitting. so he lays there quietly. unmoving. watching every flex or twitch of martin's muscles.

he doesn't realize he's started whining, but at this point he's so far under martin doesn't punish him, he couldn’t, he's not cruel. (not to mention, martin has a lando sized soft spot). so he brushes his hand up against the side of lando's face, caresses his cheek. runs his fingers thru his hair. lando is keening, basically glowing. he thrives on being praised.

the whines get louder and he starts to wiggle a bit, and martin just tsks ever so softly, not even truly a warning, but still, lando immediately stops moving. martin calls him a good boy, and he makes a noise that's between a moan and a whine, and martin can't resist anymore.

but first he kisses his forehead, his nose, his cheek, then right underneath his lip. lando follows his movement as closely as he can, with hooded eyes, until martin finally kisses him on the lips. in between kisses, he asks what he wants, lando just stares at his lips. but because he wasn't given permission to speak yet. another chaste kiss on the lips, a softly murmured 'you can speak, my sweet boy'

lando just whines again, as if that's an answer, and in his mind it must be because that's all martin gets in response. so he asks, do you want to cum honey? a whine. do you want my mouth or my hand? another whine. martin kisses him on the tummy, right above where his cock reaches and lays. gets the most desperate whine he's ever heard in his life, then kisses the head of his cock.

that’s all it takes, and lando is moaning and wiggling everywhere. almost thrashing, and he can't stop the little involuntary muscle twitches, tiny little hip thrusts. martin talks him thru it. there you go, honey. that’s my good boy. always so good for me. cleans him up with his tongue. kisses his abdomen again, then kisses him on the lips. lando is deep in space, far away but so blissed out. just feeling so good. martin speaks to him again, reminds him he's right there with him, holds him tight and lets him come back to him. talks the entire time so he has a tether to follow back.

he’s still fuzzy, but martin has gotten him changed into the comfiest coziest clothes, and is holding him on top of his chest, little kisses and caresses. when he whines again martin reminds him that they’re all done, he can talk, he can move, he was such a good boy, he loves him sooooo much. kisses him all over the face to make him giggle.

soooo. yeah your tag about lock him up or whatever gave me this original thought of him being still and silent. but then it got out of hand, while also becoming soft, cause that’s my first instinct with norrix. but where i was originally planning on going?

dom martin, brat lando. he just needs someone to Take Control. he’s always a sassy little brat, but usually he becomes complacent with just a glance, a strong arm manhandling him, a tone of voice. he ~ does~ wanna be a good boy for Martin.

so, it starts like above where lando has to be silent and still, but he can’t stop wiggling, and giggles every time he gets that look from martin. so when martin gets fed up after the many times of him squirming and giggling and just being a complete brat, martin manhandles him into a position he would be in if he were tied up or restrained, but not actually, and expects silence. except now he’s in a position where if he squirms a certain way the plug feels Good, and so he’s not planning on being still. but, more importantly he has his hand on his neck. like he always does.

but this time his martin puts his hand around his throat. and lando whines desperately, clearly wrecked and needy just by the hand placement. he’s all fuzzy now, consumed by pleasure. a bit later, when lando isn’t expecting it, martin puts his hand around his throat again, but with pressure this time. the moment he starts to press down, lando is cumming untouched, harder then he ever has before.

now though? he just wants to have a hand around his throat all day. it just feels so nice. comforting. soothing. which is why he’s always touching his neck. but it’s never the same..

anon.... this is like two gifts in one... omg thank you, like I actually have no words just yes

I'm also giggling because this is so far removed from where my thoughts about choking him out and locking him in a cage took me 😂😂

[fratricideknight]

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i'm not gonna delve into the tendency of fandom to ignore platonic relationships and aspec headcanons - but that part is unequivocally true. nor am i gonna talk in depth about acephobia and arophobia because that's too giant a topic for a little spn blog like me - but that is also unequivocally a thing. i'm just gonna talk about wincest.

i have a weird relationship with wincest. i swing from liking it, to being ambivalent about it, to straight up despising it, and back again. overall, i’d say that it is a ship which exists. i lean more towards liking it, because i just love sam and dean together so much, but i’m afraid i simply find it inferior to platonic samdean - which should be a widely used term, btw. please start using samdean platonically, too; all samdean enjoyers should form a coalition! that said, the honest majority of fics i read these days to get my samdean fix are wincest, since there are far fewer genfics than slash fics, and not many of these genfics are unhinged to my liking. i either pretend it’s platonic or, if that’s not really possible, just enjoy it as it is. so, i’m supremely grateful to wincest content creators <3 you are the loves of my life i am giving you all a big warm hug right now

i can see why people would ship wincest, on multiple levels. sam and dean are just an amazing pairing, in whatever form that takes; j2 are very hot guys; the show really doesn’t hold back on the incest subtext, and i don’t blame people for wanting to explore it in fanon. again, it’s just a ship that exists to me, and whose content creators i appreciate. probably my biggest gripe with it is the way an unfortunate amount of ‘wincest moments’ and analysis hinge on amanonormativity. i can generally just ignore the copious amounts of romantic moments and banging when reading one of the aforementioned wincest fics, but when i read something like, “Obviously there’s something more going on; no one can love their brother that much without wanting to kiss and fuck him!” i just… have to take a breather. i hate it so much. please, please do some research into amanonormativity. i do not blame you at all for shipping wincest, but if your reasoning is “they’re closer than most siblings” then i do blame you, i’m afraid. yes, they are extremely, undeniably weird, and closer than most siblings. does this mean they are/want to be romantically or sexually involved? no. i’m going to quote @brotherwives in saying, “I’d say that it actually cheapens the intensity of their bond,” because they’re just so right. i’m sure people have their reasons for shipping it, though, and i respect that; please keep the unhinged content coming, i love you. and i get that a lot of wincest shippers appreciate gencest, as well...

i just. hearing that some ppl - including wincest shippers - are weird about gencest is mind-blowing to me. i invite more people to enjoy the insanity of gencest, bc in my opinion it's just so damn great. brothers being insane about each other not in a "normal" brotherly way but also not in an incestuous sense?? they straddle the line between two things by just being unapologetically insane about each other?? a serve. THE serve. not to mention weirdcest - platonic kink, whatever form it takes - is so much fun!! like they know they're not "normal" but they aren't into each other, either?? and there's no textbook guide on how the hell they're supposed to act under these circumstances?? like "incest is wrong" is pretty much universally accepted, but what about platonically biting your brother's neck to stake a claim on him bc you can't stand the thought of anyone else ever taking him away from you, whether that be a romantic partner or a friend or the devil himself. you can still have that incest guilt without it actually being incest, you can still delve into the horrific familial enmeshment. imho it's literally the best possible thing.

i'm not aspec, btw, and i'm not trying to hail myself as the ally of all time by mentioning that lmaoo. i'm just saying. it's completely possible to enjoy platonic relationships and enjoy aspec headcanons (*cough* aro dean!!! *cough*) whether you're aspec or not. platonic relationships aren't appreciated enough, when, in my opinion, they're actually more interesting... romance is generally clear-cut, but that area where the lines of "friends" blur?? trying to navigate the fact that you care more about your friend or sibling or whoever than your romantic partner, and it will probably always be that way?? venturing into queerplatonic relationship territory without knowing what the hell that is or how to explain it, just knowing that you will gladly throw every convention off a steep cliff to live with your platonic life partner(s)?? yes.

in case this wasn't clear: i do NOT hate wincesties in any way, you guys are like my siblings. yeah, maybe we squabble and disagree on stuff, but at the end of the day we are different iterations of the same genes and i love you all <3 (please no one make any dumb incest jokes about that analogy) like i said, we should form a coalition and take back the spn fandom

[itsjeonjk]

💕 — all of the above for jungia.

Send me a 💕 and a ship: In-depth Edition

How did they meet?

She DMed me when she joined and then we became close friends with her 'tricking' me on a date with her ㅋㅋㅋ

Who flirted with who first?

I want to say me, actually I believe it was me. But I can't be sure because we both danced around each other for a while..

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance?

I'd say more of love at first sight? But we weren't in love. It was simple crushes on both parts.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic?

We started off as friends, bonded over our mutual singleness while both not knowing the other had a crush on them.. #singlesclub.

What was their first date?

Our first official date was a day packed with activities; arcade, movie theatres, midnight drive, ect. But the first, first date was the one we went on as friends with mutual attraction; an arcade where I won her a plushy.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights?

We don't go on many conventional dates, I like to keep them few and far in between to keep her on her toes. If I don't she'd come to expect it, and I like watching her face when I surprise her. A lot of our date nights consist of 'movie nights'.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while?

It's been nearly 5 months at this point and we often have our movies nights with dates sprinkled within. I don't think that'll ever stop.

What is their love language?

Oh, both of our main love languages is physical touch and quality time.

Who kissed who first?

Oh, uh... I did.

Who started the relationship?

Again, me. There was a lot of uncertainty, but I wanted to give it a chance and I'm really glad I did.

Monogamy or Polyamory?

Monogamy. I hate sharing and being shared.

Are they/do they plan on getting married?

We do plan on getting married, in fact we already call one another wife and husband.. We talk about it all the time.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no?

Hasn't happened yet but when it does it'll be me and hopefully a yes /j

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first?

We do want kids, it's another thing we talk about often. I believe it was Chaewon who brought it up, I think. Could've been me, don't remember.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships?

No kids, we're each other's first and last.

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship?

We're open about everything and it's kind of routine to watch something every other night.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt?

I often force her to rest, grab her blankets and give cuddles. I also often prepare baths with bath salts or a bath bomb for her, in the case of the former I sit outside, give soft kisses and hold her hand. Other time's I join her and hold her. Stomach kisses and caresses in case of cramps and of course.. orgasms. When I'm sick or not feeling well we'll rest and she'll run her fingers through my hair, tell me to drink water and reminds me to eat.

How do they like to spend time together?

Cuddles, lots of cuddles. During which we usually watch something or play a game.

What are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy?

Cuddles as mentioned above, but usually naked. Soft kisses, I love playing with her hair and caressing over her skin.

What are some of their favourite things about their partner?

She's.. everything I never knew I needed. I love how sweet she is, and I truly believe she's got a heart of gold. She's not hard to love; romantic or platonic. I love her sense of humor, how she takes care of me, the fact we've got so much in common.

How do they comfort the other when they are upset?

I hold her, press kisses along her shoulder and neck and caress her back while she cries into my neck or shoulder. If we're mutually upset we tend to hesitate, but when she knows i'm upset she usually settles down a little and we talk. We talk and I pull her into my lap.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts?

I'd like to say us both. She'll surprise me with something and I'll buy things that remind me of her.

What position do they sleep in?

More often we're cuddled up facing one another, legs intertwined and arms around each other. Sometimes I'll be on my back, with her head resting on my chest, sometimes she'll be on top of me and then sometimes my head is on her chest. So I guess it depends.

Do they bathe/shower together?

We do, yes.

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash?

Of course we do ~

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af?

Right now I'd say a healthy mix of vanilla and a little spicy. Though we're starting to experiment so kinky soon ㅋㅋㅋ

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms?

We both do, depends on what we feel like.

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive?

I'm definitely the more dominant one, though Chaewon's got that dominance in her too.

What is their favourite sex position?

I personally love when she's on top of me so I can touch where ever I want ~

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom?

We haven't really experimented much with them, but yes. There's a couple.

Favourite place to have sex?

We don't really have a favorite, it just happens our bedroom is most common.

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex?

Mm... it's between a party, car or my studio. Or all of the above.

How often do they fight? What about?

We don't really 'fight'. We have small arguments like any other couple, and have had a few. What it's about will remain between us.

Have they ever broken up?

No, never. And we never will.

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part?

She's my ride or die, 100%! My soulmate. The one I'll love in ever universe and every timeline.

[trendywaifus]

your ask box looks so lonely omg 😭

can I order some

beidou, yae, eula cuddle hcs please

😼

— to be in beidou’s strong arms😩 but honestly, once you’re in her arms, literally you’ll feel so safe?? honestly, this woman gives one of the best cuddles and absolutely nobody can argue with that. beidou could literally be out on the ship watching over her crew and you would just come up to her for some cuddles. she’d flash you a toothy grin and she bring you into her chest.

— cuddling in her headquarters?? hell yes. she def would not let you go. try to leave? you’re not going anywhere. strong forehead kisses while telling you how much she loves you is the softest thing ever??

— drunk cuddles?? mhM. she gets realllllll touchy. doesn’t matter where she is, she could still be in a bar with people around her and would not give af. beidou gon practically tug you into her lap and bury her face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with sloppy kisses. anyone who tries to interrupt her will get yelled at and whacked with a bottle.

“ c’mere sweetheart, “ she hiccups, pulling you into her lap by the forearm. your captain gives you a drunken smile, her hands traveling downward near your ass. “ b-beidou! we-we’re in a bar right now! “ you shouted in embarrassment, she just laughs heartily. “ don’ worry, (name)! jus’ wanna cuddle yah for a lil’ bit then we can take it to my ship if you don’ want those goons watchin’ us. “

— cuddling with yae is such a pleasantttttttt experience. like i cannot exaggerate how relaxing her presence is. despite her mischievous nature, she can be quite the cuddle bug. esp in the mornings, her fox tendencies tend to get the best of her. you’ll wake up to her lying down on top of you, slender arms protectively wrapped around your waist. if you listen closely, you might hear yae’s soft purrs as if she’s snoring. if you make any noise which may sound like you’re awake, her ear twitches!

— if you ask her for cuddles out in public, she might indulge you. but to let you know, she’ll tease you, suggesting you to beg with amusement in her eyes. dw, yae will give you what you want eventually or if she’s busy, she’ll promise you with a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips that you’ll get cuddles later.

— can’t mention cuddling with her without mentioning her fox form! if she’s feeling extra soft or if you’re inna eh mood, she’ll turn into her fox form for some snuggles. but beware! she likes to plop her tail or even her whole small body on your face to fw you sometimes.

“ look, can you stop you cheeky little fox? “ you pouted, holding your lover over your face. her ears flattens, fluffy tail softly swaying side to side—wait is she giving you the puppy eyes too? your brow raised, catching the devious glint in her purple eyes which gave away her little apologetic act! “ yae. . .you’re not slick. but. .you do look arguably cuter this way than in your original f—ow! m-my nose! let go of my nose! i-i’m sorry, have mercy on me, guuchie of the narukami shrine!

— ah yes, eula! she’s not use to affection at all but she tries her best for you! she does not have very much time to cuddle with you because of her demanding duties but when she does?? this woman will give it her all so you best not try to shy away or she will exact her vengeance on you!! it’s not like you want to anyways because she smells so good! like sweet apples with a pinch of cinnamon.

— she usually returns to your shared home at night so you’re almost always there to welcome her with open arms! she absolutely adores it but ofc she won’t admit that. but the fond smile on her face says it all! it’s so much like a routine that eula gets quite grumpy if she doesn’t get her greeting hug. hell! she outright refuses to sleep without her nightly cuddles. that’s def why you musn’t shy away from her!

— eula sometimes prefers for your head to be on her chest while she lays on her back. the only reason why she wants it like that because. . .well. . .she randomly sneezes. yup. .which is weird because eula is not really allergic to anything? well, she claims that she isn’t anyways. as the reconnaissance captain, she spends her time outside which exposes her to a lot of things so you can only figure that could be the reason somehow.

you groaned loudly at the vibration of her sneeze coming from her chest. “ eula! keep sneezing like that and I’ll have to move my head back onto the pillow. i think you’ve tracked something today for you to sneeze like that y’know. “ she scoffs, moving her head to the side so she could sneeze again. “ n-nonsense! I’ve told you many times again that there couldn’t be any possible way for that to happen! now, if you dare thinking about moving, I’ll take that as betrayal (name)! “

[euphoricfilter]

Devil That I Know (Part 7)

~ True home

Pairing: Demon! Jungkook x Human! Reader

Genre: (Inaccurate) Historical AU || Strangers to lovers AU || Supernatural AU || Smut || Fluff || Angst

Summary: A dive into the past makes you realise they really do look alike. And the sad reality is that he isn’t the man you once knew.

Word count: 7.2k

Tags/ warnings: jk tattoos, murder, mentions of dead bodies, blood, angst, mild fluff, foreplay, cock blocker jin, reincarnation, religion (and slight god slander), the m/c kind of has an attitude… and i don’t know where it came from?

Notes: it's somewhat late again... and i’ve come to the realization that i like writing reader x jk moments the most. this chapter was fun to write, and i don’t think i’ve ever done something like this but i thought about it earlier and obsessed kook is just so delicious. when will i find a man that’s obsessed with me?????

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You think the earliest memory you have of Seokjin is the afternoon he had helped you after you’d tripped on a branch while the both of you were exploring the forest. And you remember the forest being both of your little escape from the reality you faced at home; scrutiny from Jin’s father and shouts that penetrated the thin walls of your bedroom when the candle in the corner of the room was blown out.

You remember how gentle Jin’s touch had been that day, and the easy smile on his face as you’d wipe your damp cheeks with the backs of your hands; how his plush lips had softly pressed against your damp cheeks, kissing away the pearly tears that shone in the golden light of the sun that peeked through the branches of the tress, towering over both of your prepubescent bodies.

“Does it hurt?” Jin had asked, gently kissing over the linen he’d found—shoved in the bottom of the bag his mother had woven together with reeds, to wrap up the scrapes on your knees, ruby-red blood already seeping through the thin cloth.

You remember how he’d leaned up to kiss your forehead when you’d nodded, words of praise dripping off his tongue like honey. And you remember the way he had carried you on his back all the way home; even climbing up the steep hill with you clinging onto him. And you remember he never complained, even going as far to tell you a story to keep your mind off the icky stinging pain that would travel up your leg when you’d bend your knees too far. Nor did he ever scold you for those few moments you’d squeeze his neck too tight, his lungs constricting behind the gates of his ribcage.

Jin was only a few years older than you, his mother having had him quite young. You had never asked her, but you assumed she must have only been in her late teens, early twenties. Marriage at such a young age was more than common in the small village you had learnt to call home.

She was a kind woman, at least that’s what you believed—not everyone would take on the responsibility of a new-born from a woman you’d only known for a couple of weeks, with a language barrier that stopped you from conversing, never truly understanding the backstory of the other woman; but an understanding that as women you only really had each other to rely on in those fleeting moments on the ship. And you never asked her about why exactly she had been on that ship; the deep furrow of her brows when her husband would bring it up, enough of an indication that it wasn’t a fond memory.

Slowly over time as you’d grown older, you’d forgotten how warm her embrace was, how she would hold you on cold evenings or brush your hair of a morning. You think if you were asked to describe her face, nothing more than a blurred image of the woman you once knew would be the end product, your brain showing nothing but a silhouette of someone you once loved.

She never held any biases between you and your older brother; and she treated you as if you were her own child. You may have forgotten her embrace, but a whittling flame in your heart remembers the love she had shown you as a child; a love so pure—the love of a mother, a love that you’ll never forget for all the years you’ll continue to live on this earth. A love you’ve come to realise is a warmth you’ll never experience again.

You remember one day it all changed. One morning changed the trajectory of your life for the worst. The one you’d seen as your mother hadn’t returned home. You remember Jin had reassured you she had probably stopped off in a neighbouring town, and you’d believed him. Until days had turned into a week and not even a letter had made it to your front door, nor any news from familiar faces that had known of your mother.

You were young enough not to think of the reason why her husband didn’t seem to care about his wife, carrying on his days like she was never there in the first place; a ghost that only you and Jin had noticed floating throughout the halls of the house, and you wonder why you were so surprised when the head of the village had dropped off the decaying body of your mother in the kitchen, and why you were so surprised when the man who had never once acted like a father, laughed at the corpse of such a kind-hearted woman. A sick smile pulling at his thinning lips, decaying, yellow teeth displayed for you to see.

You and Jin had never spoken about the death of your mother, both of you silently aware that the man you both lived with—Jin’s father, had murdered his own wife.

And you never found out why. But you suppose the other woman that had eventually moved into your home had been part of the reason. A woman who you later found out couldn’t have children of her own, and to this day you wonder what that man would have done to her when he found out. You’d sat with her one evening, not out of freewill, but you’d listened. Listened to her sobs, and the itch of her nails trailing down your arms as she clung onto you like a lifeline still tickles your skin when you think about that day. It was a shame you decided to leave days before she broke the news to her husband, and you can only wonder if she faced the same fate as your mother. Body thrown in a ditch, a mouthful of dirt and your pride stripped away; ready for her corpse to be discovered weeks after her death, the man who had committed the crime laughing at the empty shell of what once was.

Jin’s father wasn’t a kind man, and on more than a few occasions you seriously believed he didn’t even love his own son; and you could only wonder why, as Jin worked hard to follow in father’s footsteps and worked hard around the house to help his mother. It was clear the marriage between Seokjin’s parents was arranged, his father was a lot older than his mother and you can only guess he hated the product of their relationship; Jin. And then eventually you came along, a pitiful baby whose mother had died at sea and was handed off to a woman kind enough to care for it.

Unlike his father, Jin was like a star, your star. Something that twinkled beautifully in the moonlit sky, your fingers itching to touch something that seemed so far out of reach. Slowly as you’d grown older you realised, he treated you better than all the other brothers in the village. He shared all his toys with you, fed you when you got fussy and let you slip beneath the tattered blankets of his bed when you didn’t want to sleep alone.

You idolised Jin. He was there for your first steps, he was there to measure how tall you’d grown each year when your birthday rolled around, he was there to carry you when your little feet got tired, he learnt to cook for you and slept in the stables when his father would punish you. He was your Jin.

And somehow your tiny body contained all the love you held in your heart for your best friend and brother.

<3

“Don’t eat that, baby” Jin pulled a mucky stone from your pudgy fingers, helping you lean against his legs. Your head still a little too heavy for your body.

Seokjin smiles as you giggle up at him—enamoured by his face, no teeth aiding your smile. And Jin often wonders why he never asked his mother for a younger sister sooner. He supposes he was worried his parents would love his sibling more than him, their eldest son being left and forgotten for a cute baby. But Jin had slowly started to understand that only his mother had really cared about him, and his mother had love beyond belief. So much love in such a young body that Jin didn’t mind sharing his mother if it was with you.

From the moment his mother had walked through the door with you, bundled up in rough blankets that caused a rash to flare up on what should have been supple skin, Jin thinks he fell in love. And he silently promised himself that he would be the best brother, something his mother had asked of him that evening when she had brought you home. A small part of him hoped you’d stay this small forever, the perfect size to keep laid across his chest; but he knew you’d grow up fast, he doubted you’d surpass him in height, but the thought of you growing into a beautiful young woman was a little exciting. And he would get to watch you each step of the way.

Jin knew you couldn’t have been the child of his mother; she would have been hung in the centre of the village if she had committed adultery while away from home, sent as a representative of the village. But Jin found himself not caring if you were related by blood or not. Happy that although you were two completely different people, not only in looks but persona, you would be able to hopefully live-in harmony—two differently cut puzzle pieces that somehow fit together perfectly; meant to live beside one another.

He remembers sitting on the porch, sun dipping behind the layers of mountains that overlooked the village; slowly making its move to rest, allowing the moon to watch over the people for the hours it slept.

His mother had tired eyes, exhausted from sleepless nights awake with the pitiful baby that had lost its mother moments after being born; minutes held in her arms before being passed off to any woman who was willing to care for the child.

And Jin remembers being handed you, a hushed whisper from his mother to be gentle with you—his own young arms shaky as he holds you gently to his chest, scared you’d shatter like fragile china if he was too rough. And by some miracle, your sobs had slowly fizzled down to pitiful whimpers as Seokjin cooed down at you, a gentle smile on his face as he starts to tell you and his mother about the adventure he had been on that day. And he thinks you must have liked his voice, squeaky cries tumbling from your mouth when he would stop talking, his throat dry by the time he’d gotten you to settle down for the night in the old crib that used to be his own.

Jin pulls you up from under your arms, gently depositing you onto his lap as he brushes your wispy strands of hair from your forehead.

“So pretty” he coos, letting you teethe on one of his fingers as he brushes mud off your face.

<3

“That’s it, come to Jinnie” your brother encourages, eyes wide with wonder as you push yourself to stand with the help of the wall, your legs shaking under the weight of your body. By no means were you large for your age, Jin’s mother had made sure not to spoil you too much at mealtimes, and if Jin sneaked a few extra mouthfuls from his own breakfast that was a secret he would keep from his mother. He just wanted to make sure you ate enough; you were a growing baby after all.

He waves his hands towards his body, a gesture of encouragement as your stubby leg lifts from the ground; hands lifting from the wall as you try to toddle forwards.

Jin watches as you take two steps, scrambling from his knees when you fall face first onto the hardwood floor. Only when he lifts your body, wide smile on your face that his heart calms down; no trace of injury or tears spilling down your cheeks like little waterfalls, just a circular red mark on your forehead that Jin can’t help but giggle at.

“Try again” he tells you, helping you stand on your feet. He watches you wobble as he pushes himself back, your arms stretching to grab hold of your brother. His fingers twitch by his sides to help you stay up and not topple over again, but he stops himself.

“Come on” he whispers.

Jin’s plush lips pull into a wide smile as you step towards him, and on your fourth step your knees buckle under the weight of your body, falling right into your brother’s chest.

Seokjin lifts you up from under your arms, holding you above his head as he kisses both of your cheeks, loud smooching making a giggle fizzle up your throat.

“Mother did you see?” Jin turns towards said woman, a gentle smile on her face as Jin holds you to his chest, your pudgy fingers tangling with his overgrown hair, having needed to be cut but forgotten as he spends his days by your side, happily watching you mould into your own person. Even if you were only months old.

“I did, she’s a smart girl. Must take after her brother” she muses, and Jin turns his head towards you as you babble up at him.

“Very smart, you can have extra rice tonight” he tells you, wondering if you were smart enough to understand him; he imagines you must be, because the wide smile that pulls onto your face seemed like you liked the idea of extra dinner.  

<3

“Jinnie, that’s yours” you point at the heaped spoonful of rice that Jin drops into your bowl, speech still a little garbled due to age, but Jin had learnt to understand what you meant, no longer having to wrack his brain to understand your babbled answers and cute lisp that occasionally made an appearance.

“But you helped with the dishes this morning” he tells you, pushing your bowl closer to your body, silently encouraging you to eat. He still cut up your meat into bite sized pieces, worried you choke, and some days you would weave your way onto his lap and with those round eyes; begging him to feed you himself. Of course, Jin indulged you, spoiling you more than he should; even his mother often worried about how much Jin seemed to do for you. Whispering to him once you’d gone to bed how much you relied on him, and her worries for both of your future; you were practically stuck to your brother’s hip.

He smiles when you pick up the rice with your fingers, still unable to properly grasp the idea of cutlery; but he doesn’t mind because he already has plans to bathe you after dinner anyways; a nightly ritual that took him a while to convince you to follow, especially after your little outbreak about being allergic to water.

Jin leans across the table, thumb brushing a grain of rice clinging to your round cheek, easing it into your mouth. Your lips closing around the thumb, soft tongue licking at the pad of his finger.

“Let’s go and wash up, baby” he calls after soaking both of your bowls into the bucket of water; ready to be scrubbed clean after he puts you to bed.

<3

“I’m old enough to bathe by myself” you cross your arms over your chest; however, you made no move to shoo Jin away as he continues to lather your hair with sweet smelling rosy soap. One Jin had made sure wouldn’t damage your pretty hair, finally falling past the length of your shoulders. His mother had told him as a baby, he had had a thick mop of hair, and Jin had worried when yours had seemed a little too wispy, but he’s soon learnt that neither you nor he were the same; and so, he learnt how to care for your hair, and you skin no matter how much it differed from his own routine.

It always amazed him how much you seem to grow each day, you’d sprouted a little taller over the recent months and your speech had gotten better. You often tucked yourself into bed and helped more around the house even if Jin insisted you go play with your toys. You still liked to be told bedtime stories, and still liked Jin feeding you a snack when the sun was high in the sky, watching over both of you. And when some nights got a little too scary, the haunting shouts of Jin’s father bouncing off the walls, Jin would find you climbing into his bed, cuddled up to his side with only moon as your guardian until the sun decided to wake up.

“Is that so?” he muses, passing you the wooden tiger he’d carved for your last birthday as you begin to fidget around, water spilling from the sides of the wooden tub onto Jin’s shirt. But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t scold you for splashing around too much, and listens to you babble about the story of a tiger that lived in the mountains that overlooked your small village.

<3

“Do you really think we’ll really see a tiger?” you ask, holding onto the back of Jin’s shirt as you trek up the mountain, on a mission given by your mother to find a medicinal plant. Technically only Jin was asked to search for the herb his mother needed, but you’d begged him to allow you to trail along; saying you wouldn’t bother him at all.

And who was Jin to deny you?

There were only so many hours in the day and Jin wanted to spend all of them with you. You seemed to grow up a little slower when he was with you every day, your development a little less surprising when he watches it happen in real time right before his eyes.

He remembers the short trip he’d taken a while back, his mother ill and unable to travel to a few of the neighbouring towns to pick up the herbs she needed for the tea she was planning to sell that winter, and so Jin volunteered. He remembers not being gone for too long, a couple of weeks at most, and the surprise he felt when he had returned was unimaginable. You’d grown taller, he would know because when he stood you up against the wall you stood above the last line he had carved into the wood, and you’d gloated about almost being as tall as him all afternoon.

Jin thinks maybe it was this moment he had realised you really weren’t going to stay small forever, and the little selfish voice in his head made bubbly blue sadness fizzle within the confines of his body.

Before he knew it, you’d be getting married, living away from him, how was he meant to take care of you if you lived on the other side of the village?

“We might” Jin turns to look over his shoulder at you, unclasping your smaller fingers from the fabric of his shirt and taking your hand in his own, squeezing the still pudgy flesh; you having not lost that baby fat just quite yet.  

You swing your arms between your bodies, eyes trailing to look at Jin’s side profile. Your brother really was handsome, even the old ladies that sold vegetables in the centre of the village told him so. But Jin took no notice of the girls that fawned over him when he would take you out for a walk in the evening, nor did he flirt back when the girls nearing marital age added a few extra vegetables into the basket when the two of you would go shopping.

<3

“You’ll need to think about marriage soon” Jin’s father drops his chopsticks onto the table, directing his attention towards his son.

And Jin knows this is a way to hurry up and get one problem out of the house. The other silently chewing on a cube of tofu, the soup Jin had cooked for dinner one of your favourite meals.

After his mother had died, Jin’s father had made no effort to fill in the parental role. And he’d made it more than obvious on more than one occasion that he was making plans to push Jin and you out of the house.

Jin’s eyes trail over towards the strange woman that sat beside his father, her head turned down towards the table. She said nothing, making no objection against her new fiancé. But Jin understood the situation she must be in. Trapped like an ant that strayed too far into something sticky, stuck in place with only the big scary man that lured you there to help you escape.

Jin had seen how easy it was for his father to swoon any woman. He was not ugly by any means, Jin’s mother was a pretty woman, but he had always looked a lot like his father, a fact that had never really sat right with him. But Jin had promised not only his mother, but you, that he would never become the product of his father. He would never harm another individual for not getting his way, nor would he shout, unprovoked. He at least has respect for the two important women in his life, and that was enough to ease the worries of his late mother.

So, with his good looks it was no issue for his father to whisper a few pretty white lies to any woman gullible enough to believe the filth that spilled from his mouth, and then he would let his true colours bleed when they are too committed to the relationship with the slimy man; bleed like Jin’s mother had when she was beaten before killed, and left for any animal to chew on the rotting flesh of her corpse.

That night, Jin had crept into the stables. You’d been sent to sleep with the horses, you hadn’t done anything wrong, you just happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Jin’s father was unforgiving, having been in a bad mood he’d sent you to sleep alone, with only the rumbling snores of the few mares as your company.

You’d looked up at Jin, eyes dull when he’d shone the candle in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, pushing yourself to sit up.

“Coming to keep you company” he replies, falling into the pile of hay that you were using to protect your back from the cold ground.

You pull half of the blanket over Jin’s body, his arm wrapping around your stomach.

“Jinnie?” you don’t look at him, voice soft.

He hums, arms tightening around your body when a gust of wind slips under the gate of the stables, rattling the doors.

“I’m thinking of travelling home” you tell him.

Jin blinks, “Home? But you are home?” his head tilts towards where your head rests on his chest. And he wonders if you could feel the sudden change in the pace his heart was beating, thrumming quickly behind the skin of his chest.

“You know what I mean Jin. Really going home”

“But why?” he pushes himself to sit up, watching as the candlelight exaggerates your tired features. But he knows you really are exhausted, he’d seen the dark circles that pulled at the skin under your eyes, how not only your mind but your body seemed to be tired.

“Your father doesn’t like me, and I’d rather leave now before I end up with the same fate as mama did” you whisper.

Jin swallows, and he knows its unjustified to get angry at you. Stupid even for him to lash out on you.

You were old enough to make your own decisions, you didn’t need him like you used to. And he knows you’re right. He knows that it could be days before his father decides he’s had enough of you.

Not only that, but he’d started to hear little whispers from a few of the other village people that the king was seeking out possible spies. And Jin knew you wouldn’t be safe for long, especially if these spies had similar facial features to you.

“I know someone that owns a boat, he could help you travel to the country over” Jin tells you, thumb brushing over the soft skin of your cheek.

“You do?” you ask, leaning into his touch.

Jin nods, eyes glossing over with tears, “Yeah”

You nod, swallowing thicky. And Jin knew you must be scared, the subtle shake in your hands as you held onto his own was enough to give you away.

<3

“We can stop if you want to” Jin turns to look at you over his shoulder.

You just shake your head, “We could stop in the next village, maybe they’ll have an inn”

Jin nods, “If you’re sure you’ll be okay”

Although Jin had been worried, you had trudged alongside him until the both of you reached the gate a village neither of you had heard of.

Jin turns to look at the sun that had just started to dip behind the large mountains, his arm falling to lay over your shoulders.

“Let’s go and find a place for the night”

Is what he told you, and as Jin stares down at your body, chained to a pole, he wonders where he had gone wrong in life.

He’d tried to be a good man, he’d helped his mother, treated you well and watched you grow into one of the most beautiful women he knew. And he was honoured. Honoured that he was able to grow alongside you.

He never held prejudice, nor harmed a being that didn’t deserve it.

So where had he gone wrong?

He wants to tell you it would be alright. That he was okay and the both of you could just go home, pretend none of this ever happened and live alongside each other in peace.

But Jin found himself tied up, limbs pulled tight and large dogs snarling at his body. Knowing they were getting a large meal soon. The hot blood rushing through his veins tempting them to jump him before given the command by their owner.

He watches as opaline tears tumble like little waterfalls down your cheeks, each tear reflecting the flames of the large torches the village people had lit.

He catches sight of the axe one of the wood carvers hold, and Seokjin prays. He prays for a miracle to happen, for someone to save him.

His head tilts towards the sky, and the sick realisation that a god doesn’t exist finally settles into his mind. Surely if a deity were real, they wouldn’t let him die under the hands of brutish village men, who plan to slaughter him before your innocent eyes.

But no matter how much you plead, Jin realises they aren’t going to listen, and so he accepts his fate.

With no higher power coming to his aid, and the moon reflecting in the dark abyss of his eyes, Jin realises that only the moon will be the witness of this night. And he can only hope that you’ll be able to move on.

As he sees the axe being raised from the corner of his eye, he tilts his head to look at your frail body.

And seconds before the offending weapon makes contact with his body, Jin manages to whisper a short “I love you”.

Your eyes widen, and Jin smiles, wondering why you seemed so surprised. Because he really did love you. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t scared, nor did he resent the men who were mere moments from taking his life.

He supposes that if he were to die first, he could love you forever. He would never have to deal with the pain of you leaving, or naively handing off your love to another man.

Jin could love you forever.

He thinks even as his body rests, his soul will find you again. And maybe he won’t remember you, but he can only hope that whoever he may be reborn as will love you just as much as he did in this moment.

He supposes he doesn’t mind dying with his last memories being of you. Silently hoping that a miracle would happen and that whatever life he lives next, the two of you would meet again.

And he can live the life he had always wanted with you.

Hopefully this time he could ask for your hand in marriage, maybe build a home together and live out your days by each other’s side. His father wouldn’t be able to interfere, and maybe he would rank high enough in society that he could work for the king, giving you lavish life he truly believed you deserved.

+ + +

You blink over at Jin, your eyes narrowing slightly. He really did look like your Jin.

Said man shifts uncomfortably where he sits beside Yoongi, and you take that as your cue to stop being a little bit of a freak and turn your attention to something else.

When you’d been told a feast was being prepared, a small part of you imagined a lot more people attending. It made the whole situation so much more awkward when there were only four of you sat at the table, with enough to feed not only all of the staff that were serving you, which you assumed to be five times more than you sat at the table, but you also had no idea what to say.

What were you meant to talk to a king about?

You’d never been so close to a royal, what were you meant to talk about?

Slaughtering peasants and thrones made of gold?

You hadn’t exactly made the best first impression with Mr. Kim either, on top of that, he seemed to be uncomfortable with you sat at the same table as him.

‘Do I know you?’

You never knew four simple words could crush you like they had when they had left Seokjin’s mouth. And it could only be some twisted coincidence that not only was his face identical to the one your brother had, but his name was almost the same. However, you’d found out his surname had been different.

You’d barely been able to squeak out a ‘no’ before Jungkook was pulling you into his arms.

‘This is Mr. Kim Seokjin, my aide’ Yoongi had explained, and you had only been able to give a curt nod.

Your gaze wanders over to the glaring red scar that ran down the right side of the King’s face.

Yoongi catches you, obsidian eyes locking your gazes. He cocks his head to the side, and you swallow thickly, gently placing your chopsticks onto the table.

“What happened?” you motion to the scar and a cocky smirk pulls at Yoongi’s lips.

You feel a chill run down your spine as the serving staff all freeze, their attention all shifting towards your body, and you feel as though you want to curl up into yourself with all of the attention that was being placed onto you.

You begin to worry that maybe you weren’t supposed to have asked that, and you look over at Jungkook who places a large palm onto your thigh. But he doesn’t turn to meet your gaze, and you start to feel your hands get clammy.

“All of you leave” Yoongi eventually calls out, unfazed as his serving staff rush out of the room, in sync like a colony of ants. None of them wanting to be the last out of the room.

“Do you really not know, darling?” the king asks you, leaning into the table a little more. And from the corner of your eye, you can see Seokjin staring at you. His gaze holding an emotion you can’t identify, but you assume it must be something akin to disgust.

You swallow, “No, I don’t” you reply truthfully.

Yoongi and Jungkook exchange a quick glance, and the king tries to suppress the smile that threatened to pull at his lips. You don’t dare ask, watching as Jungkook raises his eyebrows, challenging the young king.

“I got this” he taps at the rough skin of his cheek, “When I killed the previous king” he tells you.

You nod, “It must have hurt” you muse, eyes narrowing as you try and gauge how deep the cut must have been to leave such a gnarly scar.

“You’re not disgusted?” Yoongi tilts his head, mild amusement glinting within the confines of his dark eyes. Amusement that shone like gold in the light of the setting sun that leaked into the room from the open window.

Your eyes flit over to Jin, who only briefly meets your gaze before he looks down at the food still sat in his bowl. And you find yourself a little less hurt than the first time; aware that he wasn’t the man you once knew, so why would he want to smile at you?

“Everyone dies at some point, some just have to go sooner” you say, “Thank you for inviting me to dinner but I’m tired” you push yourself to stand up, Jungkook following closely behind like a guard dog.

You don’t check for neither the King’s nor his aide’s reaction, sliding the door open and sighing when you get into the hallway. The heavy atmosphere that was weighing down on your shoulders dissipating a little.

“That was suffocating” Jungkook groans, arm laying limp across your shoulders; tattoos peeking out from under the long sleeve of the hanbok.

You ignore the beady eyes that seem to be scrutinizing you and Jungkook as the two of you walk in silence back to the bedroom you’d woken up in only hours prior. Their eyes reminding you of the little rats you’d spotted that hang around the hanok. Or what once used to be the hanok.

Your heart sinking at the fact you no longer had a home. And you could only wonder what that meant for you and Jungkook.

The one place you truly felt at home; gone.

Nothing more than a pile of ashes.

And with Mr. Kim who reminded you of your Jin, you didn’t want to stay in the palace for too long.

You’d have to ask Jungkook what plans he had for the near future. You truly believe the sooner you’re out of this place the better. There had been an unsettling feeling that had been tickling the back of your mind since you’d woken up, and the only explanation you could think of was the palace; a place you would have never thought you’d find yourself.

And a little voice in the back of your brain reminded you that the little beady eyes of the King’s rats would always be reporting back to him your every move. Yoongi seemed like a kind man, but he was cunning. That much was evident.

With the world in turmoil about demons, you find yourself confused as to why he would willingly let Jungkook stay within the four walls of the palace. And to be so kind to a strange woman that the demon had lugged with him?

You knew for Yoongi to rise to power; he must be a smart man. Perhaps stupid enough to risk his life, and morally grey enough to kill his own family, but a smart man, nonetheless. So, you could only assume he had eyes and ears everywhere. Never letting Jungkook wander too far into the darkness where Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s thinking.

And you know Jungkook must be aware of this, he was smart afterall, so it can only be limited time before Jungkook decided it’s time to go.

The only one you could really trust in this place was Jungkook, so you planned to always keep him close. But that had never been an issue, Jungkook always seemed to be a couple of steps ahead, always sure that you were trailing behind him; and if you weren’t, he’d pick you up to make sure you never strayed from his side for too long.

+ + +

“You want tell me what that was all about?” Jungkook asks as you flop onto the bed, palms of your hands pushing into your eyes.

You let out a shuddering breath, “Not really”

Jungkook takes a seat beside you, one of his many hands coming to brush through your hair.

“You sure? You looked like you’d seen a ghost”

You push yourself up to lean on your elbows, “I did”

“What?” Jungkook chuckles.

“I really did see a ghost Jungkook” you tell him, full conviction in your voice.

“Baby, you’re not making any sense” he shakes his head.

“Seokjin” you tell him.

“What about him?”

“He’s meant to be dead”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow down at you, “But you’ve never met that man before” he tells you and you shake your head.

“How do you know that” you ask, “I really have”

And Jungkook wants to tell you that it’s impossible you could know Seokjin, that man had been born while you were resting from his second stage of your conversion, there was no way you could know of that man.

“Maybe he just looks like someone you used to know” Jungkook shrugs.

You push yourself to sit up, “Do you remember when I told you I was travelling to the coast?”

Jungkook tilts his head, nodding after a moment of thinking, “Your friend was helping you?”

“Exactly!” you hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders, “Kookie, that friend is Seokjin”

“I think you’re still tired doll, you told me the people in the village killed him” Jungkook reminds you, the story you’d told him that starry night slowly filtering back into the front of his brain. And he’s confused as to why you would be bringing this up now, so many years after it had happened.

“They definitely did, I watched them” you nod, “But it can’t be a coincidence that he not only looks identical to my Jinnie but also has basically the same name?”

“Your Jinnie?” Jungkook dares to ask, ugly green jealousy bubbling through his veins. And he knows it’s stupid to be jealous over a dead man. But how could you be thinking of someone who died so long ago when Jungkook is sat right before you?

You nod, oblivious to the tick in Jungkook’s jaw.

“Yeah, my brother” you say.

“I thought he was your friend”

“He was. But he acted like my brother, so he was my best friend and brother.” You explain.

Jungkook wraps a set of arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer to his lap “And what am I to you?”  

You tilt your head, “You?”

“Me” Jungkook confirms.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, “I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it” you tell him honestly, “I suppose you and Taehyung were my best friends”

“You suppose?”

“You’ve always just been there” you hum, “I guess I never thought more about what we really are. Friends?”

“Is that all?” Jungkook grumbles, leaning his cheek on top of your head, “Friends don’t do some of the things we’ve done”

“Like?”

Jungkook takes a hold of your chin with his thumb and forefinger, “This” he leans down, pressing a firm kiss to your parted lips, his tongue licking at the seam.

A breathy whine reverberates from your throat when you feel his tongue lick the roof of your mouth.

“Or this” Jungkook’s fingers trail up your bare calf, fingers dancing over the skin that had been hidden under layers of fabric.

You feel his thumb brush over your clit, your hips bucking in surprise when he does it again, only this time more purposeful.

Jungkook’s mouth drinks down your moans, his lips pulling into a smile when your fingers thread into the hair on the back of his head. Tugging in the way he’s come to love.

Your hips stutter when his fingers run over your slit, your sticky arousal becoming more apparent as he toys with your pussy. And you feel your cheeks flush at the thought of Jungkook being able to feel how wet you are just from a little kissing through the thin fabric of your panties.

You flinch when a loud knock disrupts your time with Jungkook, a frustrated whine dripping off your tongue like honey when Jungkook gives you a chaste kiss to the lips, his hand retreating from the veil of your skirt.

You tug at his wrist, thighs squeezing together when his gaze flits down to between your legs.

“It’ll be quick” he reassures, pressing a kiss to the pads of your fingers as he gently pulls his hand away from your grasp.

When Jungkook opens the door, Jin is given the sight of your skirt hiked up around your waist as you sit up on the bed with flushed cheeks.

He clears his throat, turning his attention back to Jungkook whose hair is a little messier than Seokjin had remembered it to be during dinner.

“His majesty—” he starts, willing his eyes not to trail back towards your body, aware that you were fixing your skirt, “He wanted to apologize if he offended you in any manner and offers an evening snack” he thrusts a basket of cut fruit into Jungkook’s arms.

“We weren’t offended, were we kookie?” you speak up, fingers clasping tightly to the back of his shirt as you come to stand beside the demon.

“Not at all” he turns towards the king’s aide, tight lipped smile on his face. A silent warning for him to hurry up and leave.

Seokjin nods, “Then I’ll be on my way” he motions down the hall, coughing awkwardly when Jungkook does nothing more than give a quick nod before turning to shut the door.

“You, okay?” Jungkook asks when he turns towards you, “It must be weird seeing such a familiar face” sympathising a little with you.

You shrug, “It was a little less surprising this time. I think I just have to get used to the fact that he isn’t someone I once knew”

Jungkook nods, placing the basket of fruit by the door, one of his pair of arms wrapping lightly around your waist. He sways the both of you, smiling when you rest your head against his heart.

His heart that only beats for you, the thumping that is locked behind the bones of his ribs like a cage, raring to burst. Because Jungkook loves you. And he wants to bare his raw heart to beat alongside your own forever.

He knows he loves you more than your Seokjin could have ever, the name tasting bitter on his tongue. Jungkook knows to protect your pretty beating heart, and he supposes it’s only right to dispose of anything that could crack the cage to the cell that only he should have the key to open.

[ghostie-my-beloved]

c!karlnapity headcanons

Synopsis: you’re part of the polyamory relationship between Sapnap, Quackity and Karl. Let’s see how life is like with these three chaotic boys

Pairing: c!Karlnapity x GN!reader (they/them)

A/N: YAY MY FAVORITE SHIP IN THE DSMP WOOOO!! I’m sorry but these guys are lacking content so I’m here to serve you karlnapity fans <3 stans come get your juice (art credits go to @/kaiishou_ on Twitter)

TW: swearing, slight NSFW joke, mentions of fist fights, mentions of divorces, possessiveness, explosions, gore, yelling, panic attacks and crying (it’s all fluffy in the end though dw)

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You’re a lucky son of a bitch and you know it

The festive bundle of a time-traveler, a demon and a duck is something to enjoy

These three boys are all so affectionate and handsy, but they all show their affection towards you in different ways

Karl is more physical, always snuggling his face into your neck or hugging you from behind. He also pecks your cheek a lot too

Sapnap prefers to show affection through words and nicknames, always complimenting you and saying how much he loves you

Quackity does it via teasing you. Whether it’s jokingly insulting you or poking fun at you, but he always gives you kisses on the foreheads too

I also like to believe that Quackity is the romantic one— his entire demeanor screams cheesy and fruity

He likes to give you roses or any type of flower while Karl and Sapnap just watch in the background, laughing at his antics

Sapnap: HEY WHERE’S MY ROSE

A N Y W A Y S

A lot of chaos adventures around the server, whether it’s in a new country or in the forest, it’s always chaos

Those are basically considered your dates lol, a lot happens during those trips

It could simply just be Karl needing to gather resources, and it turns into all four of you getting lost in a cave and having to camp out for a few nights

You set up the sleeping bags inside there warm and cozy cave as Sapnap lights a campfire using the tiny flames emitting from his fingers, the four of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“…. Remind me to never anger a mob of spiders ever again.” Quackity spoke up awkwardly, making the other two laugh while you punched his shoulder playfully, making the duck whine at the pain.

I feel like Karl is the type of person to just randomly give you little trinkets as gifts

Like he’d come back from a trip with bracelets, rings etc. and he’d just hand them to you with the most adorable smile

You find the gesture sweet so you just happily accept the gifts from him

Quackity’s wings are also a plus in the relationship too

You like to snuggle into them when you’re cold, and you find it adorable when the duck boy’s wings fluff up in shock

It’s endearing though, so he just leaves you be

Offer to preen his wings! He loves the feeling of your fingers working through his feathers, it makes him feel at ease

Don’t be surprised when a moan slips from his mouth though

Sapnap also gets jealous easily

Not even joking, like— VERY easily

Someone could be waving at you and that person would disintegrate from Sapnap’s death glare

Most likely got into a petty fight with someone before too

“Sapnap, why did you sock the guy in the face?” You asked him while tending his wounds that he got from a fist fight with a random guy

“He looked at you weirdly.” “BUT YOU STILL SHOULDN’T GET IN A FIST FIGHT WITH RANDOM PEOPLE—“

When all of you collectively are going on dates, they usually vary

You all have a little thing where one person from the poly relationship chooses what they want to do for the day

Karl likes to have his dates out in nature, whether they’re picnics, walks in the woods or just stargazing!

Quackity prefers fancy dates, like in restaurants, or just stay at home dates, he likes having the quiet and calm atmosphere around him (surprising for a guy like himself too)

Sapnap likes the fun and energetic types, like in theme parks, fairs or somewhere with a lot of fun and partying happening!

Don’t be surprised if he someday drags you into a bar and he gets a nasty hangover that all of you have to treat, whilst explaining what happened

“Soooooo— what happened?” The Blaze hybrid asked, whilst taking medicine to help with his hangover. “You started flirting with Y/N, and called us whorebags.” Quackity stated, making both you and Karl giggle in the background while Sapnap tries to process what the hell he just heard.

Okay now getting on the more serious topics, the whole Las Nevadas/Divorce arc was something that mentally damaged you all greatly

Due to the fact that that Karl lost too much memory when time-traveling, he forgot most of his memories with Quackity, and ended up building Kinoko Kingdom without him

Sapnap didn’t think much of it and thought he was informed, however you were a bit concerned when time passed on

When you tried to talk to Quackity about what happened, it was too late, as he was aware of everything that has already happened

Upon seeing you again, you saw that he was talking to Foolish about something… and that his attire was different too

Quackity just grabbed you by the wrist and offered you to stay with him within the new country he was building, called Las Nevadas

At first you hesitated, but this was your fiancé! You couldn’t just leave him… right?

Turns out things went downhill sooner than expected

Sapnap and Karl soon noticed your absence a few days after, and during that timespan Las Nevadas was already starting to flourish

So the two boys came by to visit and see if they could find you there

They did but… they also found Quackity in the process

“What. The hell are you two doing here?” Quackity spoke to his “fiancé’s”, his tone filled with nothing but hatred as you hid behind him, seeking for some form of comfort within his wings. Karl still not remembering anything was left dumbfounded, but Sapnap was panicking and trying to explain everything.

“N-No wait sweetie you don’t understand—“ “NO! YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL ME THAT!! Not after what you two did to me! Leaving me to rot while you both built a kingdom WITHOUT ME!!!” You squeaked as you bolted away slightly from Quackity, startled by the yelling. Sapnap noticed this and reached out to get you, but his hand was slapped away.

“No you’re- you’re not taking them away from me.” Quackity sneered, his expression not showing any form of mercy. “I won’t let you take them away from me.” Sapnap started to get a bit agitated by this, and fired back immediately. “ARE YOU FORGETTING THAT THEY’RE OUR FIANCÉ TOO!? YOU’RE JUST SHELTERING THEM AWAY FROM US!!” The Blaze hybrid yelled back, making the duck hybrid yell even louder. “AND FOR A GOOD FUCKING REASON TOO!!!”

Karl. Who was previously confused and baffled, was now having a form of his memories flood back. He started to feel anxious, and that anxiety turned into fear and dread. He left him. He left Quackity when he never even meant for it. But it was already too late, as the brunette reached out to speak, something cold and hard hit his forehead. He looked down to see a ring sitting between his feet.

Quackity threw his engagement ring at him. And everyone in the situation knew exactly what this meant. The engagement was called off. Quackity scoffed and slammed the door in their faces before they could even speak another word to him or you.

After the fight, you started crying and having a panic attack. The love between all of your lovers was now shattered, and you couldn’t do jack shit about it

It made you feel weak

Quackity, despite still being filled with rage and anger from the fight earlier, gave you a look of sympathy and walked over towards you

He pulled you into a comforting hug with his wings, the same one he’d always do when you’re sad

He consoled you and calmed you down, letting you know that he still loves you, and how much you meant to him

You were so touched by this, that you let out all of your emotions into his loving arms, slowly learning to accept this new life you’re gonna have to get used to

The duck hybrid was still pretty possessive of you, it took quite a bit of convincing to let him have you go outside of his country

He’s not a creep or anything! He just wants to keep you safe

You got used to the life of a casino town pretty quickly. You were really good friends with Fundy, Purpled and Foolish. You’d occasionally see a now revived Wilbur and Tommy talking to your lover about some matters you never bothered to listen in on them

But you still couldn’t help but miss the warmth of Karl and Sapnap

The way they looked at you one last time, the look was filled with nothing but heartbreak, it destroyed you

They knew it wasn’t your fault, but it still made you feel sick to the stomach

So one day, you went out on a walk to clear your head. Trying to figure out what to do

You had accidentally wandered too far off; away from safety, as you were drowning in your own thoughts, trying to calm yourself

But unfortunately, you got attacked by a hoard of mobs

Skeletons were shooting from left and right, spiders jumping from the air, and zombies appearing out of nowhere

You didn’t bring any form of weapons with you, so you were just— running for dear life, praying you wouldn’t die as you bleed out

You managed to get away from most of them, but a creeper exploded you off a cliff and you took a lot of damage from there

Coughing up blood as you took shelter under the hollow shaft of a tree, trying to keep yourself awake. Your phone wasn’t on you. You just had to hope and pray

Fortunately, Quackity happened to hear the ruckus and came over to check out what’s as going on

He saw your body laying weak under there tree and he panicked, gently caressing your body as he looked in his inventory for food or potions, but he found nothing, and he was too far from Las Nevadas

Cursing to himself, he picked you up and took you to the only other place he knew

Karl was trying to take care of his fiancé’, after the whole events with their former lover, they have been trying their best to move on but— simply couldn’t.

Both boys were about to go to bed when they heard vigorous knocking on the door. Sighing in agitation, Sapnap got up from his bed and walked up to the door, only to be horrified by the sight.

You laid in Quackity’s safe arms as he shielded your bloodied and bruised body with his wings, as said duck hybrid tries to stay calm, but can’t help himself and let the tears run down his face. “Please…. Please help them…”

Despite being confused and terrified, Sapnap let him in without hesitation and immediately told Karl about it too

The time traveler gave you a potion and medicine while Sapnap healed your wounds with the medkit he had in the living room, whilst feeding you too

They both let you rest up on your couch, as you were our like a light

When you woke up, you groaned as three bodies engulfed you into a hug

“I— I was so worried about you!! Please don’t scare me like that again!!!” Quackity sobbed into your chest while you just hugged him back, letting a tear or two shed. “It’s okay… I’m fine now.”

Upon waking up you explained everything that has happened and what you’ve been feeling/what you’ve been doing

Turns out, the relationship was all just a form of miscommunication, both sides didn’t hear enough from the other

Everyone made up from there, Sapnap, Quackity and Karl all apologized to each other

Karl also promised to talk more about his time travel thing so you three could understand things that happen in the future more easily

This family might take some healing before it’s complete, but right now, you were happy with this moment, just when the four of you were on big happy family

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I'm Forever Yours, My Love - Valorant

Pairing: Chamber/ Vincent Fabron x Female Doctor! Reader

Childhood friends to lovers, shameless fluff and cuteness, very minor mentions of injury and suggestive themes.

A/N: The reader works as a doctor for the VALORANT Protocol organisation where she treats the agents for any injury or illness they may encounter during their missions.

You and Vincent have been childhood friends since the age of 3 when you and your family moved next door to his house.

Needless to say, you two become inseparable regardless of wealth since both of your parents remain close friends to this very day.

You two did everything from sleepovers to playing with each other without a care in the world. Little did both of you realise that you were falling in love with each other and wanted to be together forever.

When he was shipped off to the military, you two had an emotional goodbye and promised to keep in touch and pray for his safety.

While he was away, you went to medical school to become a doctor as you wanted to pursue a medical career to help heal others in an unforgiving world.

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Present Day

It's just another long day at work after dealing with agents who recently returned from their latest mission with their injuries which you treated with the gentle care that the agents feel relieved as you do your best to prevent them from being in a lot of pain.

Just as you're about to leave your infirmary, you hear a knock on the door, you call out to let the person know that the door is open.

The door opens and the person turns out to be Vincent a.k.a Chamber and god, he is handsome as ever that you just want to jump at him and kiss him on the spot.

"Hey Doc, long day," he said with a cocky smirk on his face while leaning against the door frame.

"Yep, Vinny. I'm gonna head to the canteen to get something to eat because I'm hungry after working all day." You reply while letting a yawn and stretching your arms at the same time.

"Come on, Doc, let's go," he said as you walked over towards him before locking the door and then leaving with him together towards the canteen.

Once you're at the canteen, you got your favourite meal while he sat across from you watching you eat since he does worry about your well-being at times since you work a highly demanding job as a doctor.

After that, he escorts you to your underground home which is located underneath the infirmary since you prefer to live within the organisation since you can get to work without issue.

Before you enter your home, Vincent grabs your wrist which caught you by surprise as you can see something in his golden brown eyes like he wants to tell you something very important but can't.

"Y/N, you got a day off tomorrow, right." He asked while sheepishly scratching his neck and blushing at the same time which you find adorable after seeing such a handsome well-dressed agent acting shy like a giddy schoolboy.

"Yeah, Vinny, I do. What are you suggesting?" You asked innocently, wondering what is going through Vincent's head right now.

"I made reservations at a fancy restaurant for tomorrow so the dress code is formal," he said in a sheepish tone since he is usually confident and a smooth talker whenever he talks with anyone.

"Oh, I can't wait for tomorrow. So, good night, Vinny." You said before Vincent planted a soft kiss on your forehead, making your face turn red and your heart beat fast.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N," he said before leaving with a smile while you enter your home before turning yourself in for the night.

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The Next Day

You couldn't sleep after what happened last night as you're excited for tonight since it's a while since you and Vincent spent any time together like the good old days.

So, you spent your day off catching up with your favourite book, playing video games and reviewing photo albums of memories of yourself and Vincent over the years of knowing each other.

Once evening arrives, you get a buzz from your home's intercom so you get up to see that it's the female agents who have come to visit you. You buzzed them in and escorted them to your living room.

One of the agents, Killjoy a.k.a Klara speaks up to break the silence. "So Doc, the girls and I are here to help you get ready for your date with Chamber tonight."

You blush over this because you feel giddy about it and the agents took immediate notice which they find cute.

"Doc, go get yourself showered while the girls and I help you find the perfect outfit and give you a makeover once you're done." Another agent, Sage spoke as you nod in response before heading to the bathroom.

After you're done with your bath, you dried yourself and your hair before heading to the bedroom where you see the girls looking excited to present you with your outfit which is a beautiful black designer dress you got as a gift from Vincent's mother for graduating medical school, your favourite silver jewellery and a pair of black ankle heels with straps.

You got dressed as the girls were doing your hair and makeup which made you feel happy because they are true friends who are sweet and supportive since they respect you for doing your job.

They would tell you about the times when Vincent would talk about you nonstop from childhood to now with such sincerity in his voice to them and others.

After that's all done, the agents wish you luck with Vincent before leaving your home. Now, you nervously pace back and forth in your living room, anxiously waiting for Vincent to pick you up.

After a few minutes, you hear your intercom buzz and walk over to the screen to see that it's Vincent so you excitedly let him in and oh my, he looks so handsome dressed in an all-black designer suit, along with his signature glasses.

"So, Vinny, I just want to clarify something which I forgot to do yesterday." You nervously asked while he looked at you from head to toe from your outfit to your hair and makeup. He silently thanks his mother and the female agents for making you so beautiful just for him and no one else.

"What is it, Doc?" he replies as you take a deep breath to ease your nerves about the upcoming date.

"So, are we going on a date as friends or as boyfriend and girlfriend, Vinny?"

"You can say that we're going on this date as boyfriend and girlfriend but before you say anything, we'll discuss our feelings after dinner, Y/N."

Your heart soared about the fact that the agent you love so much is actually in love with you too so you agree to wait because you can't contain your excitement about it.

The two if you leave your home before using his teleport card to get to the restaurant on time.

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During your date night

You are in awe at the view of the city from the restaurant's private outdoor dining area and excitedly point out how pretty the skyline is like an excited child.

Vincent giggled as it reminded him back to childhood memories when he would show off the gifts he received from his parents during birthdays to you which made him interested.

As both of you are enjoying your dinner, you discussed weapon design, work and the missions he goes on daily etc.

After you're done with dinner, he paid for the bill before using his teleport card once again for the next destination which is one of your childhood hang-out spots, a quiet lakeside near some woods.

There are rose petals, candles and a picnic blanket laid out so you two could do stargazing together back in the good old days.

You two are laying down on the picnic blanket, watching the stars and making constellations together while listening to the sounds of nature filling the area.

Vincent sits himself up, gently picking you up from your position before setting you on his lap and holding you tightly as if you're like a fragile french doll.

"Y/N, before you say anything, I want you to listen to what I have to say because I have a confession I've been dying to make for so long," he said while resting his cheek against the top of your head.

You nodded before placing your hand on his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat, knowing that you're the very reason why his heart is racing at your touch and warmth, doing the same for your heart as well.

"Y/N, I have loved you ever since we first met back when we were kids. I just knew from the very moment I laid my eyes on you, that I was to make you mine someday. Everything about you lights up my whole world "

You could feel happy tears well up in your eyes because you've been dying to hear his love confession for so long as you used to think that he wouldn't see you as more than a friend because you always felt insecure about yourself that he was out of your league due to his good looks and wealth who could have easily get any woman he wants in a heartbeat.

"Oh, Vinny, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that because I have also loved you ever since we were kids too." you choke up as tears have dripped down your face as Vincent uses his free hand to wipe your tears away.

"I'm forever yours, my love and I don't plan on ever letting you go, Y/N." He said as he is helping you to sit up more properly before leaning forward to kiss you and you kiss him back as a sign to signify that your love is reciprocated and you two are officially a couple now.

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Epilogue

The love that you and Vincent have is unbreakable since you two know that you are in it for the long run which includes marriage, having a family and growing old together.

You remembered the very night when Vincent proposed to you with the most beautiful custom engagement ring decorated with your birthstone.

You cried from pure happiness when he asked you to become his wife which you happily accepted before celebrating it with passionate lovemaking at your shared home.

Vincent got his family, your family and the other agents to help out with the wedding planning to ensure that you'll have the wedding of a lifetime.

Once the wedding day came, you are dressed in the most beautiful designer wedding dress which your mother-in-law had custom-made just for you.

You walk down the aisle with your father as you see your handsome husband waiting for you, dressed in the most elegant tuxedo that money could buy.

Vincent has happy tears running down his face because he is in awe of how stunning you look in your wedding dress and couldn't wait to start his new life as your husband.

After saying your vows, putting on your wedding rings and saying your I dos, you both shared a passionate kiss as proof that you're officially husband and wife.

Both of you celebrate your wedding reception without issue because your friends and family are having the time of their lives with food, drinks and dancing to music played by the DJ.

You shared your first dance together to your favourite song as a newly married couple where you share a sweet, tender moment which made you two smile like idiots.

You and your husband went on your honeymoon by travelling to various countries around the world where you went sightseeing and enjoy the moments together just like the times when you went on family vacations together during school holidays and special occasions.

After the honeymoon, you discovered that you're pregnant by taking a pregnancy test after experiencing bad morning sickness and missing your period.

You got excited that you went to go find your husband who was busy at his office, drawing up a new weapon design.

"Vinny, darling, I have exciting news to tell you." You squeal with excitement while holding the positive pregnancy test in your hand.

Vincent turns around to see you happily holding the pregnancy test to break the news that you two are going to be parents.

He leapt out of his desk towards you before lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around, thanking you for blessing him with this wonderful gift before putting you down on the ground and peppering your face with lots of kisses.

When it was time to find out about the baby's gender, you and Vincent were in for a pleasant surprise because the doctor announced that you were expecting twins, a boy and a girl together during the ultrasound.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Vincent is such a doting husband towards you who attends every doctor's appointment, puts up with your odd food cravings and always makes sure that you and the babies are alright.

When it was time for you to go into labour, Vincent got you to the hospital from the moment you told him that your water broke.

After a long and painful labour, both of you have welcomed your twins into the world, bringing tears of happiness to your faces and naming them after your parents.

Before you knew it, you've finally fulfilled your happily after ever with the family you just created with the love of your life since childhood and look forward to creating so many memories together.

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A/N: I've made myself tear up while writing this story, especially the ending because I'm honestly such a sucker for happy endings and fluffy content.