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heavyhitterheaux · 3 days

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Ghost Part 5 (NSFW)

AN: It's been a while, but we're back 🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack comforts you when he finds out that you're going through a difficult time and you got a lot more than you bargained for. Now you have to make a decision regarding the future between you and him

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Do not engage if underage

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Walking into work on Monday morning, you were extremely nervous. It did take some convincing on Jack’s part, but you did in fact delete your Only Fans account by the end of that very same night. Now all you had to do was hope and pray no one saw it that was associated with your job.

Once you dropped Ace off at daycare, you made your way down the long hallway in order to get to your classroom and was in for a surprise once you did.

Sitting near your desk was Alicia Hamilton who was the principal of the school. The interactions that you had with her in the past were always pleasant and she always made it a point to ask about Ace and ask about how you were seeing as she was also a single mother and knew how hard it could be at times.

“Alicia, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked as you smiled at her, a smile that she in fact did not return. Instead it was a look of seriousness.

“Y/N, it was brought to my attention that you have an Only Fans account that involves explicit material.”

And there it was.

“What exactly does that have to do with my job? I do that outside of here and shouldn't get penalized for it.” You answered as you stood your ground.

“Trust me, Y/N I get it. However I have had numerous complaints and my phone has been ringing nonstop since this past weekend.”

“Alicia, you of all people know how hard it is to live on a teachers salary and be a single mom. I had to do something to make sure that Ace could eat. And I was in college when I did that.” You told her as you tried to plead your case.

“Y/N, I adore you and you are an amazing teacher, but my hands are tied. We could lose funding over this. If there was a way that I could fix this and make it all better, I would but as of right now I can't. I have to let you go. Ace can still come to daycare and get a discount. I just can't allow you to teach here anymore.”

“But…”

“I have a substitute coming for you all this week and you’ll be able to pack up your classroom after school lets out.”

“Just keep everything. I clearly don't have a use for it anymore.”

“Y/N…”

Without another word, you grabbed your purse and made your way back down the long hallway. You decided to let Ace stay the rest of the day while you had absolutely no idea what you were going to do.

As you settled into your car, the waterworks started and you didn't even stop them from rolling down your face. You knew deep down that this was eventually going to happen and you had no clue what to do in order to move forward. In no way, shape, or form did you blame Jack for posting your picture because there were only good intentions behind it. But now, it was probably going to be ten times harder for you to find another job.

Moving back home didn't sound like a bad idea at the moment, but you couldn't do that to Jack after all the progress he's made with Ace.

You simply sent Jack a text because you needed a few days for yourself and to think this through and you needed to have a clear head.

You- Hey, can you take Ace for a few days?

Jack- Yes, is everything okay?

You- It's fine, I just need some time to figure some things out

Jack- Are you sure that you're okay? Just let me know if you need anything from me.

You- I promise I'm fine, if you could pick him up today from daycare that would be perfect

Jack- Whatever you need

Jack told you that Ace was excited to spend a few days with him, but he was also concerned about you. He felt as if there was something that you were keeping from him and he made it his mission to facetime you after he put Ace to sleep.

Currently you were stuffing your face with some stuffed pasta shells that you had made earlier when your phone rang. You glanced to see that it was Jack and sighed. You didn't want to talk to anyone, but had to make sure that it didn't have anything to do with Ace.

“Hey.” You softly said as you propped your phone up so that you could continue eating and Jack could immediately tell that something was wrong.

“Y/N, something is wrong and don't lie to me and say that it's nothing.”

“It's nothing for you to worry about. I can deal with it.”

“I went to pick up Ace and when he took me to see you in your classroom, you were nowhere to be found.”

“I guess not because I don't work there anymore.”

Jack's eyes went wide.

“Fuck. It's because of me, isn't it?”

“I don't blame you for it happening if that's what you're thinking.”

“But it's my fault.”

“It was going to happen eventually. I figured that it would only be a matter of time. Where's my baby?” You responded while trying to shrug it off.

“Our baby is sleeping.”

You glanced at the time on the clock that was hanging on the wall in your kitchen and saw that it was a little past 8 at night. You were happy to see that Jack was keeping him on his normal schedule.

“Hmm.”

“His bedtime is 7:30 so the same thing goes when he comes over here. But we aren't done talking about your job so stop trying to change the subject.”

“There’s nothing left to say. It's just going to be ten times harder for me to find another job teaching.”

“Just take a break and relax for a while.”

“Jack, bills do not stop and I don't have the luxury of doing that.”

“You have me and I'm going to take care of it. Y/N, you aren't in this by yourself anymore.”

“No. I'm not a golddigger and we aren't even together so that doesn't sit right with me.”

“Don't you think I know that by now? Just let me help you. How does it look if I let the mother of my child struggle when she doesn't have to.”

All you did was shake your head and Jack looked at you confused.

“What's that face for? Just let me do this to help you.”

"Why, Jackman? Why now? Where was all of this compassion you had for me when I was pregnant with your child and scared shitless because I literally had NO ONE.” You asked him as you threw your fork down.

“Because we're moving towards a better future, that's why. I know that you have a right to be pissed at me for a million lifetimes all because I was too scared to step up and take care of my responsibilities. But I promise that will never happen again. My parents and Clay would kill me if it did.”

“You've made promises to me in the past and they proved to be empty.”

“This time it won't be.” Jack replied as you took a deep breath.

“Please don't make me regret this.”

You noticed that Jack wasn't looking directly at you and figured that he was doing something on his phone.

“Send me all your expenses for the month so I can add it to my bank account to come out automatically. And I also just put 5,000 in your account and I don't want to hear a word out of you. I'm doing this.”

“But…”

“Matter of fact since I know you'll be free for a little while, pack a bag with a few outfits and you can come over tonight or tomorrow. I think tonight would be better since you won't have to get up so early.”

“Wait, what? For what?”

“I have a few interviews and appearances to do so I'm bringing you and Ace with me. I already posted about having a son so it's not a secret. That way we can really spend time together like an actual family. I know Ace will be excited about that.”

Well, he didn't say anything that was wrong and you had absolutely nothing to lose.

“Fine, give me an hour.”

“Okay, let me get the guest room ready for you. And pick between lavender or vanilla.”

“Oh, you do this for all the girls that stay at your house? And what am I picking this for?”

“No, only for the special girls and you happen to be the first one. I also want you to be the last one if you’ll let me but we'll address that later. Now pick one.”

“I… lavender.”

“Okay your bath will be ready when you get here too.”

“Jackman!”

“See you soon, babe.”

It was around 10 at night when you finally reached his house and knocked on the door. Once he opened it, he was all smiles and took your bag from you and moved to the side so you could pass the threshold.

“I have everything set up for you, come on and follow me.”

Climbing the stairs of his house, you took in your surroundings because you literally hadn't been in it for more than five minutes. You saw multiple awards decorating the walls along with a few pictures of him and Ace, Clay, and his parents. Jack led you into what you assumed was his bedroom and he set your things in his closet.

“I have a little more room in here than the guest room closet does so I put your things in there and my bathroom is bigger so I have everything set up for you in there.”

“You definitely didn't have to do this.” You replied walking into the bathroom and you were in awe. The smell of lavender hit your nose upon entering and were surprised to see that multiple candles were lit. Jack came up behind you to throw in a lavender bath bomb as you were taking it all in. You couldn't even remember the last time someone did something like this for you.

“So that's why you asked me if I wanted lavender or vanilla?” You said and he simply nodded.

“Water is warm and I want you to take all the time you need. Your towel is here along with your robe….”

“What? My own robe?” You asked, cutting Jack off.

“Yes, I got it earlier today. I knew that something had happened and I picked up some things in order to help you hopefully feel better.”

“Well I appreciate you doing this for me. Can't remember the last time that someone was this nice to me.” You said and you caught Jack off guard as you went to hug him. After the initial shock, he hugged you back. This was as close as you two had been since Ace was conceived. Because the two of you were usually arguing.

“Of course, now come on before the water gets cold. I’ll crack the door so if you need me just call out.”

“Okay.”

You stayed in the bathroom for close to an hour before getting out and drying off. After blowing out the candles and brushing your teeth with the toothbrush that Jack had bought you along with giving a quick rinse to your face, you walked out to see him reading with the tv on a low volume. He heard your footsteps and looked up and smiled at you.

“Feel better?”

“I do, surprisingly.”

“I got the guest room ready for you and it's right next to Ace’s.” He told you as he put his book down and hopped up from the bed.

“Okay.”

“Oh wait, you need something to sleep in. Did you want to grab it out of your bag? If not, I can give you one of my shirts.”

“Your shirt is fine.”

Jack handed you one of his many Louisville Cardinals shirts and you held onto it and planned on changing into it once you reached the guest room.

“And make sure you don't steal this one.” Jack playfully told you as he remembered the many shirts that you stole from him during the very short time that you two were together.

“Hmm, no promises. I still have all the other ones and this will just be another one I add to my growing collection.” You answered as you thought about all the shirts that you had of his in your closet.

“Soon, I won't have any.”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

After Jack was back in his bedroom, it gave him time to think as he threw the comforter over himself and got comfortable.

He knew that this didn't fix the amount of pain that he put you through, but was thinking that it was a good enough start. He wanted to really prove to you that he was all in when it came to you and Ace. His end goal was having the three of you under the same roof and truly being a family. He knew it was a longshot, but he at least had to try. Progress was made when you gave him a hug catching him off guard and he felt that it was a huge step in the right direction. You had been doing everything by yourself for too long and it was time for that to change.

It was around 10 in the morning when all of you were on a plane headed to Boston. You and Ace were sitting next to each other and you were doing your best to entertain him while Jack was in front of the both of you when Urban came and sat next to him.

“Hmm so I see you two are talking?” Urban asked, gesturing towards you.

“Yeah, I'm just happy she's giving me a chance to get this right or at least try to.”

“Your ass finally grew up and it was about damn time.” Clay commented as he passed the both of them and went to pick up Ace.

“I'm also hoping that she'll be in a relationship with me again.” Jack quietly said in the hopes that you wouldn't hear and Urban just stared at him.

“You're my best friend and I have to be honest. I want you to be happy, but that sounds damn near impossible.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I want us all under one roof. So much has happened and I have to make it right.”

“You can make it right by being a good father to Ace. Making it right doesn't necessarily mean that you two need to be together.”

“But I want to be, that's the thing. Truth be told, I see how amazing Ace is and I want more but I only want them with her.”

“You have done some serious soul searching because that sounds weird to hear you say.”

“Only thing is, I don't know if she'll go for it.”

“I mean, do you blame her? Look at how much shit you put her through.”

“But she hugged me last night. I called to check on her and I told her to come over because I knew she was upset. I bought her a whole bunch of things and ran a bath for her. I'm honestly surprised she said yes, but then again I wouldn't take no for an answer.”

“And yall didn't fuck? That was the perfect setup.”

“No! I need to take this slow and do it right.”

“Well…I… I just want you happy and if this will make you happy then okay.”

“What's the pushback for?” Jack questioned Urban as he saw him sigh.

“Look, this seems to be going a little too well and Y/N might pull something because of all the shit you've done to her.”

“Urb, she's not like that.”

“And how do you know? You were in a relationship with her for six months at most. You don't even know her if we're being honest.”

“I know enough to know that she wouldn’t do that, because she would have done it already with as much shit that has happened.”

“Well whatever happens, I'm here for you.”

“I appreciate that.”

It was the last day that you were all spending in Boston and you were currently helping Ace get ready because Jack surprised him and told him that he was taking him to a Celtics’ game. Knowing that Jayson Tatum was Ace’s favorite player, he got him a jersey in his size and he was wearing jean shorts with the New Balances that Jack designed. He also gifted you a pair that you planned on wearing with your olive green pants and white cropped hoodie.

When you were finished helping Ace tie his shoes, Jack walked in and smiled at the scene in front of him.

“Daddy, I’m ready!” Ace exclaimed as he ran over to Jack and he immediately picked him up.

“So that means we should get going. I have a feeling that you’re going to like where we’re sitting.” Jack had mentioned to you that you all would be sitting courtside and you didn’t tell him this, but you immediately got nervous. If you were sitting anywhere near him, you knew for a fact that cameras were going to be on the two of you which also meant that they would be on Ace.

Before Jack told Ace about his surprise, he consulted you first simply because this would be Jack’s first public appearance with him having Ace with him. He made sure that you were on board and assured you that he made a few calls to have an increase in security since the two of you would be with him.

Jack then looked over at you and smirked.

“Not you stealing my outfit.”

You looked at him confused before you looked down to see that the two of you were indeed matching. All you did was laugh to yourself and shake your head.

“I got dressed first so you in fact stole my outfit, not the other way around.” You replied back as you made your way over to the two of them.

“Hmm, I admit you do look good in it.” Jack replied and you tried to stop the smile from appearing on your face, but you failed miserably. It also didn’t help with the series of butterflies erupting in your stomach at this very moment.

“Daddy, can I get a hot dog?!” Ace asked as he looked at him hoping that he would say yes.

“Whatever you want, bubs.”

The three of you were currently outside of the arena and had just gotten out of the car when Jack could sense your nervousness and made a point to ask you if you were okay.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s going on over there in that head of yours?” He asked as he whispered in your ear as the three of you were being led inside by security through the back entrance in the hopes of avoiding too many fans. Last thing that Jack would want to happen is them bombarding him when you and Ace were with him.

“Just nervous, I guess. I’m not used to being around big crowds of people.”

Jack was holding Ace as he quickly went to grab your hand and held onto it tightly as he squeezed it.

“It's going to be fine, you’re with me. Just let me know if you ever feel overwhelmed and need a minute.”

You nodded your head towards him and Jack gave you a small smile in return. Soon after, you three were led to your seats and Ace couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Ace? What do you think of this view, bubs? You like it?” Jack asked and Ace immediately nodded his head as he spotted Jayson who was coming out to warm up.

“Daddy! Look!” Ace replied as he pointed in Jayson’s direction.

“Do you want to meet him?” Jack had sent Jayson a text the night before telling him that he was going to be at the game and that he was bringing Ace and how he was his favorite player. Jayson responded and told him that he would definitely make it a point to say hi to Ace during the night.

Suddenly Ace’s eyes went wide and he proceeded to turn around and hide in Jack’s chest. He would get like this often when he was meeting new people, but once he warmed up to them he was fine. He finally peeked up at Jack and gave him a slow nod which led to Jack smiling at him.

Once Jayson spotted Jack, he jogged his way over to all three of you and immediately greeted you and Jack before turning his attention to Ace.

“This must be the famous Ace that I heard so much about.” Jayson said as he squatted down to his height.

“That's me! How did you know my name?” Ace asked while looking at him confused.

“I know your dad and he told me all about you. I also heard that this is your first game?”

“Yes! My daddy got your jersey for me. Oh I forgot to say thank you. Thank you daddy.” He answered as he looked down at his outfit.

“You're welcome bubs.”

“Ace, I'll make a deal with you. If we win, I'll give you the ball.”

“Really?” He asked as his eyes went wide.

“As long as you're good for mom and dad the entire game, you can have it.”

It was safe to say that the Celtics won and Jayson even signed the ball before handing it to Ace who couldn't contain his excitement.

By the time that you all got back to the hotel and put Ace to sleep, your back was on fire. Your plan was to take ibuprofen and lay down as soon as possible.

Jack noticed you wincing as you came to steal his charger since yours was on its last leg and would charge when it wanted to. He quickly grabbed your hand to question you about it.

“What's hurting? You're wincing.”

“My back, but I'll just take something and go to sleep. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does I can barely move for like two days.”

“Umm, I can help you if you want.” Jack replied and you looked at him confused.

“Help me how?”

“I can give you a massage to help get the kinks out. It’ll probably make it feel better.”

“Seriously? Is this your plan to try and seduce me?” You questioned him while laughing.

“No funny business I swear.” He said as he held his hands up in defense.

“Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

“Just let me check on Ace and make sure he's asleep. You can stay in here and take off your clothes so you’ll be ready for me.”

“It sounds weird when you say it like that.” You replied as you plugged in your phone and waited for an indication to see that it was indeed charging.

“I did want to be a massage therapist at one point and I’ve been told that my hands work magic.”

“Hmm, I bet all the girls tell you that, don’t they?”

“Well now these hands are only reserved for you so you’ll have to tell me when I’m finished.” Jack winked at you before going to Ace’s room in the suite that was across the hall. You listened to instructions as you got somewhat undressed and wrapped yourself in a towel and simply sat on the bed and waited for Jack.

Once he returned, he locked the door behind him and told you to lay on your stomach with your chin resting on your arms. Jack undid your towel and moved it so that it was sitting right at your waist when you heard his voice.

“Um, Y/N, you have to take your bra off too.”

“Hmm, close your eyes and don't look.”

“Promise even though I've seen them plenty of times and even had them in my mouth.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignored his last comment as you slid the bra off your shoulders and placed it next to you on the bed. Next thing you knew you felt warm liquid on your back and Jack’s hands rubbing it in.

“What the? Where did you get the oil from?!”

“Shh, don’t worry about it. Just relax so I can make your back feel better.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but your back definitely felt better and you were glad that you agreed to let Jack do this for you. As you were about to move a little to the side to get more comfortable, you felt Jack hands on the outside of your back and they got higher until they became dangerously close to your boobs before making their way back down. He had done it a few more times before you decided to adjust again as his fingers lightly brushed against your nipples.

As his hands started to move back down, you quickly caught one of them and moved it so that it was right on the outside of your breast. Meanwhile, Jack is starting to get nervous because he wasn’t quite sure what to make of your sudden movement, but him asking a simple question was all the confirmation he needed.

“Y/N, you want me to do the front of your body too?”

“Yes.”

As you flipped over, your breasts were on full display for him and you laid your head back down as he grabbed more oil to place it on the front of your arms and chest. He massaged the oil into your arms first before gliding it over your chest and moving his way down to your stomach. Once he reached the lower part of your body, he wanted to move the towel to the side, but asked for your permission first.

“Is it okay, if I move this?”

You nodded your head and that was all the confirmation he needed. Moving the towel away from the bed, you were fully naked in front of him and he started to massage your thighs as he was trying to do his best to focus, he noticed that his pants were getting tighter and tighter begging for some type of release.

He had made his way down your entire body and quickly grabbed your hand to help you sit up indicating that he was finished. Once you did, you noticed the bulge that was evident in his pants. No words were exchanged as you immediately undid them and heard a quiet hiss escape from his mouth as you pulled them down to have them pool at his feet. His dick sprung to life and without another word being spoken, you took him in your mouth.

“Oh shit.” Was all he could moan out as he focused on you pleasuring him.

He made a makeshift ponytail of your curly hair so that it could be out the way, but knew because all of this built up sexual tension that he had every time that he was around you that he probably wasn’t going to last long.

As you released him, a river of saliva made its way out of your mouth quickly landing on Jack’s dick as you slowly put your mouth back on him.

“Y/N… fuck!”

You held eye contact with him as you moved him in and out of your mouth as he held your head in place. Your jaw was getting somewhat tired because of how big he was, but knew that he was close once you felt him twitch in your mouth.

Catching him off guard, you released him from your mouth again and he looked at you confused before you began jerking him off and sucking his balls at the same time. That was your go to move to get him to cum when you two were together and by his reaction, it still was.

“Yes, babe. Keep going, keep fucking going. I’m almost there.”

Within thirty seconds he was coming undone in front of you and you made it a point to take him back in your mouth as he was coming down from his high as you milked him dry.

When his breathing returned to normal, you simply looked up at him to see him now peeling off his shirt and removing his pants and boxer briefs from his ankles.

“You missed me sucking your dick, huh? Because I could definitely tell.” You told him as you wiped his cum from the corner of your mouth and quickly sucked it, tasting the last of it.

“I missed so much more than that, but you’re right.” Jack said as he brought his hand up to stroke your face and then leaned down to kiss you.

As hard as it was to admit, that was a feeling that you had missed.

“I figured I would return the favor for you giving me a massage, but you missed one spot.” You said as you took him in your hands again.

“Where’s that?” Jack asked and his voice suddenly got deeper making you become even wetter. Jack knew exactly where you were talking about but he wanted to hear you say it.

“You didn’t massage my pussy and I’m going to need for you to do something about that before I do it myself.” You answered as your fingers went to massage your clit, but Jack caught your hand.

“No need to do it yourself, because I’m here. Spread those legs for me.”

Smirking, you laid back as you spread your legs and soon felt Jack in between them. You felt him kiss it before he gave you one long lick making you moan and he immediately stopped.

“Be quiet babe. Don’t want you waking up Ace.”

You nodded your head and he continued to pleasure you as he slipped two fingers into you and made a note how wet you were for him.

Your hands found their way into his curly hair as you spread your legs even wider so that he could have better access to you. Catching you off guard, Jack stopped leaving you confused as he laid down on the bed next to you but not before throwing your bra that you had placed there clear across the room.

“Get up here and sit on my face.” He told you as he tapped your leg and you swung it over so that you were positioned perfectly with the help of Jack.

He had a tight hold on your legs and you knew for a fact that trying to get away from him would be damn near impossible.

As his mouth began to run over your folds, you placed your hand over your mouth in order to help you keep quiet.

Jack wasn't making it easy for you as he began to give his undivided attention to your clit. He quickly noticed how you began squirming and squeezed your legs even tighter anticipating that you would try to move away from him.

“What did I use to tell you about running from me?” Jack asked as he came up for air and was waiting for a response from you.

“That you wouldn't let me cum.”

“Good. Now stay still.”

In order to give yourself some leverage, you rested your arms on the headboard as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach become more pronounced.

“Oh shit.” You couldn't help but to moan out.

Hearing your soft moans and whimpers was music to Jack’s ears as he could tell you were close.

Squirting all over his face, he continued to lick your folds as you did your best to stay quiet in the hopes of not waking Ace up.

When he was finished, he placed multiple kisses along your thighs as you rested against the headboard. When you felt as if you could function again, you moved yourself away from his face and scooted down until you were hovering over him leaning down to give him several kisses as you went which he eagerly returned.

“Give me another one. I miss kissing you.” You heard him say as he guided you back down to meet his lips with yours.

In between kisses, you slowly smiled because you felt the same way.

Not knowing how long he had you there for, you slowly felt him lift his hips up to enter you and you met him halfway as a moan escaped both of you.

To make yourself more steady, your hands rested on his stomach while his hands went to your hips to help guide you.

“You're riding me so good, baby.”

Using him saying that was your motivation, you began to go faster as his arms had now wrapped around your waist fully and sat up to suck on your breasts making a loud moan escape from you.

As he continued to kiss all over your chest, without warning, he flipped the two of you over so that he was now hovering above you and placed your legs back as far as they would go as he entered you again, bottoming out and began to move in and out of you slowly.

“Oh fuck, Jack go faster.” You breathed out and no words were spoken as he listened to what you wanted for him to do.

Within two minutes your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and Jack slowly moved out of you as he came all over your chest and stomach.

The only thing that could be heard was both of your erratic breathing as you were trying to steady it. Once Jack had done so, he went into the bathroom before he made his way back over to you, gliding the warm cloth all along your body. When he was finished, he laid down next to you and immediately turned your body towards him once more so he could kiss you.

When the two of you finally broke apart, Jack still had his arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into his chest.

Waiting until Jack fell asleep and you helped move the process along by playing in his hair which you always did when you two were together, you gathered your clothes and made your way back to your room and took a quick shower before laying down and pulling the comforter over your body.

You were wide awake and your mind was racing thinking about what had just happened between you and Jack.

Regret didn't come across your mind at all, but now you didn't know where the two of you stood. Jack had been hinting on wanting to be in a relationship with you again, but at this moment in time you just weren't sure. He has definitely stepped up and been the father that Ace deserves but could he be the person that you needed when it came to a relationship?

Grabbing your phone, you opened the group chat and sent a text to Nadia, Blaire, and Liv.

You- I just did a thing….

Liv- Explain the thing!

Nadia- Wait, why are we all up? Where's Blaire?

Blaire- Present!

You- I just had sex with Jack

Liv- Oh

Blaire- 😀😀😀😀😀😀

Nadia- Okay, what's the problem? You got dicked down!

You- I think that I'm leaning towards giving him a second chance

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Oooh I like duke su from the show but the one from the novel sounds so much more interesting tbh I love a morally grey character with his own goals who doesn't give a f*ck what the lead is trying to do but has their own agenda and it's a much slower burn. Though with how Chinese dramas operate these days it's no wonder they made him like the FL and start helping her extremely early I don't think they know or even can with how netizens are write anything else.

Though I too love novel Su guogong, I think we're in a real quandary for the adaption.

The censors won't let him be characterized as black as the novel version AND be allowed to survive (see: Eternal Brotherhood where we can have a main character who is a dark schemer with blood on his hands that adores his wife -- only because he's doomed, doomed, doomed!) Boooooo!!! I do not agree that this softening was required for this work nor Story of Kunning Palace. Grr!!

But the change to make the FL and ML interact much more and work together in the 1st half, rather than him observing coldly and uncaring about her life or death -- imo that's a quandary about different mediums and how the audience reacts to them.

I wrote a lil meta post previously about the live action adaption of MDZS and why imo the production was forced to change the WWX and LWJ backstory. Once they decided on a linear storyline, imo the otp had to eventually be friends in his first life with a mutually acknowledged bond. The audience simply CANNOT be asked to wade through 20+ hours of episodes before LWJ as love interest isn't repeatedly rejecting the protagonist. 25 episodes and weeks in real-time of him being only cold & standoffish is too much for most viewers. When consuming the novel, the reader both won't have that stretched out real time delay until the couple are on the same page. And it won't take them 20 hours of reading to get there.

Things hit different for a crafted romance on page than performed live on screen for a 40-50 episode drama.

I can still see the adaption's struggle with this. Su suogong is truly a minor character in the novel and frankly not an active participant in most of the problem > scheme > resolution sub-arcs. He has this whole other full life of his own separate interests happening..... somewhere else. The novel mostly leaves his weekly activities as a black box, an obscured mystery. Drama boy is out there somewhere moving his chess pieces & murdering people for power but the reader often just sees glimpses of him ominously sipping his tea & ordering his minions around. In order raise him to a main, the drama is forced to make him involve himself in the play much earlier - to give him a reason to be on screen that is fully tied in with the main plot & its themes. He has to care about FL by the 9th hour in, and want to support her.... or give up ML status to Ye Shijie. 🤷

We can see the strain of this as 3 episodes may happen and all the screenwriter can do is have Su guogong show up for 5 minutes just to flirt a little and remind viewers he's alive 😂😂 but that's what you gotta do with 40 episodes tbh. I can't disgree that this is a more enjoyable viewing experience.

#the double #cdrama #cdrama meta #meta

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befuddledcinnamonroll · 3 days

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These two are going to be married before they figure out how to date.

Awww, Pun is such an adorable bird dad.

Flirty Chain, flirty Chain!!! Did our boy have an awakening last night, post-spaghetti interference?

It is interesting how hesitant Peem is to fully believe in Phum's crush. He acts so confident generally, but he seems to have some deep rooted insecurities that pop out from time to time. Which, honestly, I find super relatable.

Damn, Phum, you smooth talker.

I know there are some folks frustrated their relationship hasn't moved faster, but I'm enjoying the set up that is happening here.

Because yes, both of these men are objectively gorgeous, and it's easy to fall into the "how the heck can they have any doubts they are desired" perspective. But realistically, all human beings have insecurities. And in romantic relationships, you are both going to have moments where those insecurities get loud, and you need reassurance from your partner.

They are doing such a good job setting up how these two are going to ultimately be fantastic partners to each other, and how they both are capable of being what the other needs in their weaker moments.

Just like Peem was able to be soft and compassionate when Phum was struggling, now Phum is not getting angry or taking it personally with Peem, because he knows that it's not about him, but Peem trying to reckon with his own feelings.

Aww, brother time. Cuuuute.

Lol, Chain just cannot stop himself from babying this man.

The cuteness!!! Q is already starting to show his indulgent side for his boyfie, and I love it.

Don't mind me, just being distracted by how good Boom looks.

But also, oof, poor Phum. You can tell he's never gotten over being sent away, and for good reason.

See, this! This right here! Peem was having his insecure moment earlier, but now Phum needs him, and he's able to be his safe space. This is good relationship building, y'all!

I'm glad we're getting this chance to see Fang's perspective. It might seem like he had it easy, but he was damaged by their parents' choices too.

And showing us how Tan & Fang work not because of adoration, but because having that person you can be emotionally vulnerable with is everything.

Theme of the show alert!

Almost like you and your loves and your friends can become... found family? Haha.

Ok, this entire scene is absolute gold.

Oh, we are all about the emotional vulnerability today.

Wow, this hits hard. Because yes, it explains why he and Fang are so close now, but also shows how his parents could have done the same, and chose not to. They didn't even talk to their child when he was away.

Y'know, I'm not mad that Phum's earlier choices still have some consequences. His initial approach to Peem was pretty awful, and I like that it's not completely forgotten about for the sake of "romance".

And it makes sense to me that Peem is much more willing to make out with Phum than he is to make an emotional commitment. Because what if that first side of him is real? Sure, Phum apologized, but apologies aren't that hard. The key is showing that you are going to behave differently moving forward, and being consistent with that over time.

There's such an emotional maturity to this show that is just so damn refreshing.

#we are #we are the series

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unhinged-simp · 1 day

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Loving your hcs!! Piggybacking on the recent one, could I ask how Kaito, Haru, and/or Jin would court the reader?? I've been obsessed with the Kaito cuddling one you did previously and I cannot stop thinking about it

Kaito, Haru, and Jin Courting HCs

Jdkfj thank you so much for requesting! It makes me happy that you enjoyed them! I hope you enjoy this Sorry for the wait

Kaito had always thought of courting you, and when he actually got your approval to do so he was in heaven.

Kaito’s texts were quite frequent, often containing a really bad pickup line, or invitations to little dates.

He doesn’t really have much money to buy you things, but he'd still get you small treats like ice cream, flowers, or small pieces of jewelry.

Kaito’s not much of a planner when it comes to dates, instead he prefers more spontaneous dates.

His favorite dates are amusement park dates and going out to get dessert dates.

Kaito is ready for any boundaries set by you.

He's one of the ghouls who adores physical attention. He's clinging onto you in hugs and cuddles.

He also loves kisses, any kind of kiss, he wants it.

He'll be a little sad if you don’t like being touched, but he'll live.

You invited Kaito to tea parties at your dorm occasionally, usually as an excuse for you two to see each other.

Haru had been having thoughts about courting you. You had filled his mind during all hours of the day, even when he was working with the anomalies.

He’d ask to court you, and when you gave him permission, he was so excited.

Haru texts you whenever he can, since he's so busy. He sends you lots of cute texts during all hours of the day.

He's more into complimenting you than actually flirting with you, although he will send a pick-up line or two occasionally.

He'd get you lots of flowers, oftentimes picked out by Towa, and cute animal and anomaly keychains. He's definitely given you a keychain or Peekaboo.

Haru’s dates are often spontaneous since he has to take care of Jabberwock.

Dates with Haru usually consist of café dates and scenic dates at places in Jabberwock. He's not that big a fan of amusement parks and some loud places.

He respects boundaries, any boundary you set he'd follow.

Haru does love physical affection, but only on his left side. He doesn't tell you why, and you’ve never asked.

He does love kisses though. He kisses you every time he sees you. His favorite is your forehead.

You try to help him out with Jabberwock, taking care of him, Towa, Ren, and the anomalies.

Peekaboo loves you. Haru has found both Peekaboo and you asleep together on the couch in Jabberwock before.

Jin originally wanted to court you to get his father off his back, but then he actually fell in love.

When he asked you, you were so surprised, but you agreed nonetheless.

Jin is not much of a texter. He only sends them when he wants you to come to Frosthelm.

He gives you money to buy things, though if you mention a product in front of him he’ll get it for you. He does give you a keychain with his weapon on it as well.

Jin doesn’t go outside that much for dates which leads to lots of indoor dates.

Cuddle dates or tea parties are the stars you mostly get. If you convince him, you may get a date wherever you want.

Jin respects any boundaries you give, and he does expect the same for you.

Jin lives on your cuddles and he calls you nearly everyday for them. He also loves kisses too, he's favorite being on your lips.

You take care of Jin which Tohma is grateful for. Tohma has definitely used you as a way to get Jin to do things.

You have been caught cuddling Jin by everybody who can get into his room.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #kaito fuji x reader #haru sagara x reader #jin kamurai x reader #kaito fuji #haru sagara #jin kamurai

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annwrites · 3 days

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i feel the same.

— pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (part of a series)

— summary: you & billy have breakfast together & talk a bit more before he drops you off near home. scott gets a taste of his own medicine when he loses you forever.

— tags: fuck scott, all my homies hate scott. love billy, all my homies love billy. travis is there too.

— tw: mentions of grooming, eating

— word count: 3,318

— a/n: i know this chapter is shorter, but there's only 3 left after this one & 2/3 will be of a similar length.

— tag list: @stoneyweezin @ganjas-shit

You and Billy eat breakfast together, only the radio playing softly in the background as you take a bite of your French toast.

He glances up to you. “If you’re still hungry after, I can make more. Whatever you want.”

You don’t know how to react to the kindness he shows you. What you’ve done to possibly deserve it. No man had ever treated you in such a way before. You can’t even lump Travis in with him, because if it wasn’t for the sex…

You nod, taking another bite.

You then look back to him from under your lashes, memories of last night returning. Him…shooting down your offer. “Why didn’t you want to have sex with me?” You ask quietly.

His head shoots up, brows furrowing.

It’s not that you would’ve wanted to. If he had… Whatever small shred of you that was still present when he took you into his arms as he held you—as you fell apart in them—would’ve died the moment he shoved himself inside of you, taking another piece of you away for his own carnal pleasure.

The last piece of you.

“That’s just…never happened to me before. Do…do you think I’m ugly?”

He shakes his head, swallowing, reaching a callused hand toward you, resting it atop your own. “You know I don’t. I told you Thursday that I thought—think—you’re beautiful. I knew in that moment that you…were far away from me. I could never do something like that to you and live with myself after. The last thing I ever want is to be yet one more man that’s hurt you. Taken advantage.”

“But…you said when you were my age—about getting laid-”

He shakes his head. “It may not seem it, but that was a long time ago. And I’m not saying it was always right—me just…” He sighs. “I know some of the girls I slept with had been hoping for more from me, while I knew I had just been using them for one thing. If I could take it all back, I would. All I can do now is learn from my past mistakes, and make sure I never make them ever again. Honestly, I haven’t had sex with anyone since I was eighteen.”

He looks to you, grinning. “I went celibate.”

You wonder what that must be like: getting to not have sex. It’s never been a choice for you. Not since shortly after you turned fourteen. Your body then belonged to others to use as they saw fit, when they saw fit.

How could you have ever thought what you and he had was love?

Your skin crawls at every memory of him—seeing him in an entirely different light now. And certainly not a flattering one. God, you fucking hate him. How you had swung from one extreme to the other in not even twenty-four hours…

You’d truly never thought you would ever feel anything else for him other than complete adoration.

You had been so stupid. So blind.

But now you saw crystal-clear.

You take another bite of your food. “I don’t want to go home.”

Tears sting your eyes when you say it. You refuse to look at him after doing so. You know you can’t stay here. You feel pathetic for practically insinuating that you want to. You can’t make yourself his problem. He’s still a stranger to you…isn’t he?

You wonder if he regrets ever meeting you.

Especially after last night.

You would.

If you could leave you, too, you would.

He leans in toward you. “If you want to stay here, you’re more than welcome-”

You can’t let him finish that offer. If he does, you might just take it. But then they would find you. And they would hurt him. And it would be all your fault.

That you couldn’t live with.

Couldn’t.

You shake your head. “I can’t, anyway. Legally, I guess. I’m still seventeen. So, if I was reported missing and found here…” You trail off.

He sits back, thinking for a moment. “When do you turn eighteen?”

You take another small bite. “At the end of this week. The same day I graduate, actually. Last week was my last week in school.”

He nods. “Do you think you can hold on for that long? Maybe, when you can, you either come here or to the other house. Just…stay away from all of them as much as possible. Once that time is up, you’re free to go and do as you please. You won’t ever have to see them again. I…I have an extra bedroom. I’m just using it for storage right now. It’s just…if you need a safe place to go—to live…”

He trails off, now nervous. He hopes to God that you don’t misconstrue his offer.

You grow quiet and he begins to sweat. Perhaps if he’d used different wording…

“What would you expect in repayment?”

“Nothing. Just for you to be happy. That’s it. I wouldn’t touch you.”

You look at him, trying to picture yourself making a home here, alongside him. As friends? Housemates? What if he eventually found a woman he wanted to be with? You being here would only serve to complicate things, if not drive her away entirely. And then he would come to resent you for ruining his life.

Not like you wouldn’t anyway just by being near him. That’s what you did.

You ruined everything.

Unclean…

Maybe he had a hard life growing up. But nothing like yours. He would never understand you.

No one can. Nor will they ever.

You’re broken. Have been since the beginning. It’s why she left. She saw it the moment she gave birth to you. She had to of.

You stand, the food on your plate only half-eaten, your appetite now gone. “I think I should head home.”

He’d desperately hoped for an agreement. For your own sake, if nothing else, but he knows you still have some time to decide. He understands that you’ll need to think about it. He just hopes you do. That you choose what’s right for yourself—even if it’s not him; his home.

You roll your window down just a bit, letting the cool fresh morning air kiss your skin as Billy heads in the direction of your house.

He speaks, breaking the comfortable silence. “You have my numbers right. The ones I wrote down?”

You turn to him, nodding. “In my bag.”

He stares out the windshield. “Just remember what I said—any time, day or night. You keep calling until I answer, and I’ll be there.”

You nod gently, wondering if he truly means it.

You know he does.

“I will.” There’s a beat of silence, then, “Thank you. For everything. If we hadn’t met…” You trail off when you feel a lump forming in your throat. “I’m just glad you were there last night. How…how did you know I was, though?”

He shrugs. “I watched you leave the parking lot with him, and the look on your face… I knew something wasn’t right. I tried to go back home, but I couldn’t fucking sleep. I just…had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. So I went driving around, trying to clear my head, I guess. And then I spotted you, heading down that path. So I followed you. I’m so glad I did. If I hadn’t…”

He shakes his head, hands tightening around the wheel. The things he wanted to do to Scott—to all of them—would put him in prison for well past his lifetime. He’d be buried on the damn grounds, and have no regrets over it. Because you would finally be safe. And they will have finally paid.

He clears his throat. “Are you sure about this? Going back there—if they show up-”

You nod, knowing you have a plan. “I will. I promise. I know what I’m doing. And I have someone to turn to. At the very least, a safe place or two to go now. I…have options.”

You’re not used to that. You’ve never had it before. Not really. None of their homes were truly safe places for you, because being within their walls came with expectations and stipulations.

But not with Billy.

He hates that he’s taking you back. He wants nothing more than to turn the damn Camaro back around, but he can’t make all your choices for you. Unlike them. At least he’d be doing what’s best for you. Whereas they only think of themselves.

He can’t wrap his head around how the fuck they can—could—do it. Get away with it. Fourteen-fucking-years-old. You’d been a kid—a little girl with trust and love in her heart. And they had seen it; twisted it to fit their narrative. Until at least one of the sick bastards had you completely wrapped around his finger—at his beck and call—while you got nothing in return. Nothing but abuse.

You deserved so much fucking better. You deserved the picture of a safe and happy home you had painted for him last night. You deserved that and so, so much more. He wanted…he wanted to give that to you. If he’d felt like that even at nineteen, it would’ve scared the shit out of him.

But now? It…gives him purpose. Looking out for you. After you. He understands the two of you haven’t spent an incredible amount of time together yet, but he can easily admit that you’re the one person in all the world that knows him better than anyone else now.

He wonders if he’s that for you, too. He’d like to think so. No one else knew about the house. Only one other even knew about your abortion, and that was because you’d had no other choice than for him to know, even if you didn’t want him to.

Then again, him finding out about the house hadn’t exactly been due to your invitation to him. He wonders if you somehow feel like he violated you in some way by just waltzing right in. And then what he’d done when you locked yourself in that room…

He glances to you, then back to the road. “I’m sorry.”

You look at him.

He continues. “For following you to the house. You…you’d found a safe place for yourself. Away from men, until another one just walked right in, bothering you—questioning you. And then what I did with the doorknob that second day-”

You shake your head. “I was bothered by it at first. Because…it felt like the only place I had that was mine. Just mine. Where I could be—do—anything I wanted without witnesses or…being touched or leered at or…” You trail off. “I know if I had asked you again after that first day—genuinely—to leave and never come back, you would’ve. I think…I think part of me had hoped for it, actually. You returning. To see that you—anyone—cared enough to bother with actually getting to know me…with my clothes on. And you did—have. I was so lonely. You don’t understand just how much. Meeting you…I think…”

Were you about to say this? After last night—all he’d done for you—yes, you were. “It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He nods, a muscle in his jaw feathering. He sniffs. “I feel the same.”

You smile.

And so does he.

You have Billy drop you off a little less than half-a-mile away from the house, and when you come into the front yard and take it in, you see it with different eyes now. You see the imperfections that had been there all this time, but you’d genuinely been unable to see. The shingles that were missing, the cracks in the siding, the wilted flowers and chipped paint, missing shutters. The list went on.

Had it truly been like this all along? So imperfect, so flawed—all while you had made up an entire delusion in your mind that it was anything but.

You walk up the front steps, one bending under the weight of your foot—the wood warped—and head inside, going to your room and silently shutting the door behind you.

The first thing you do is take the note Billy had given you, with his phone numbers, address, and his workplace, and hide it under a floorboard where it will never be found by anyone but you.

The fact you have to take such measures in the first place…you truly despised them all now.

You would rather be anywhere but here. Billy’s, or at the house, paddling around in the pond, admiring your nesting dolls and doing a bit more work on the place.

You hate it here.

You lie on your bed, hoping you don’t see either of them today. And if you do…you wonder if Scott will pretend like everything is the same as it always has been between the two of you. If so—he has a far different reaction from you coming. One that will set his world on fire. At the very least, fill him with rage. And he won’t be able to take it out on you this time. Nor ever again.

You can’t wait.

When you wake, it’s a little over an hour later, and you hear voices outside. When you peek out of your bedroom window, you fill with nausea at the sight of Scott and Joe standing by one another speaking to your dad, but then fill with excitement when you spot Travis pulling up in his cruiser.

Perfect.

You quickly strip out of the clothes Billy had lent you—gently folding them before stuffing them in the back of one of your dresser drawers—and throw on a sundress, tying your hair in a high ponytail and slipping on a pair of sandals before heading out of the house and down the front porch.

You don’t look at Scott once—refuse to even acknowledge his presence, even if you can feel his eyes on you; know he has a smile on his face, thinking you’re coming to him—as you keep your eyes trained directly on Travis.

When he sees you, a wide smile comes across your face as you call his name and break into a sprint. You throw yourself into his arms, jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist and crushing your lips to his as you run your fingers through his hair.

God, you hope it fucking hurts Scott to watch you replace him so easily.

You pull away, smiling down at him warmly, your fingers softly running along the back of his neck.

He reaches up with the hand that’s not currently supporting your bottom, a look of elated awe across his features as he tucks some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. “Hi, baby,” he says, astounded at your sudden display of affection.

“Hi,” you reply softly before peppering him in kisses, making him laugh and hold you tighter.

You don’t see Scott making to step toward the two of you—his hands balled into tight fists—before Joe’s arm shoots out across his chest, stopping him.

Travis stares up at you. “Someone woke up in a good mood today.”

You nod gently. “I missed you.”

He grins. “It’s not even been a day, baby.”

You shrug slightly. “I miss you every time we’re away from each other.”

He smiles, eyes filled with joy.

“Is she home today?”

He shakes his head. “At her friend’s all day, staying overnight for some nesting party or other.”

You give him another peck on the lips. “Can I come over and we spend the day together?”

He quickly nods. “Of course you can, baby.”

Slowly, he lowers you to the ground and you stare up at him with a smile. “Come inside and help me back a bag?”

You take his hand in yours, twining your fingers together, pulling him in that direction.

Travis shuts your bedroom door as you grab a backpack from a hook on the wall. “Not that I didn’t fuckin’ love it, but…what was that?”

You turn back to him for a moment.

“Thought you said that Scott was the only one you-”

You shake your head, allowing pain to fill your features. “I don’t…ever want him to touch me again. I can’t-”

Your chin wobbles and you glance up to him and his brows furrow as he steps toward you. “Did he do something to you? If he hurt you, I’ll fucking-”

You press yourself against his chest. “You were right about him. I should’ve listened sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t.” You sniffle. “You were the only one who deserved me; the only one who seems to even care. What he did-”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, further away from them.

The rift has begun.

“Baby, please tell me what happened.”

You bury your face in his chest. “Not here. Please.”

He nods, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

When the two of you exit the house, you hold tightly to Travis’ hand as he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger-side door for you as he places your bag in the backseat.

You refuse to look up—out the windshield—knowing the expression of loathing and contempt that waits for you. Even if it has nothing to do with losing you, but, rather, him finally realizing just how easily replaceable he is. How he was never special to begin with. Not really.

Travis comes around, seating himself in the driver’s seat before turning the car around, taking you away…from them.

You sit on the couch in Travis’ living room, a cup of tea in your hands while he sits himself on the coffee table in front of you, patiently waiting for you to explain what’s happened.

You don’t want to tell him. You only want Billy to know, because he’s the only man in your life that you can trust. That you feel something for. Something not founded upon abuse and manipulation and sex.

Something…good.

You pretend to let your hands shake, holding your teacup closer, biting your lip, tears welling in your eyes.

“They…he…”

He leans in toward you. “Take your time, baby. It’s okay.”

You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “After the fight…Scott was angry. At me—us. Me sitting in your lap. He wanted to punish me. I…begged him not to make me. Joe wanted a…a threesome. I begged him not to…”

You choke out a sob.

Travis’ face falls. He reaches forward, resting his hands on your crossed knees. “Baby, I need you to be very explicit in what you’re saying to me right now.”

“They raped me,” you whisper, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You want to throw up.

His own hands begin to shake.

“After I left…I ran into Cyrus. I…I didn’t try to stop him. He did it on the hood of his car.”

Travis stares at you. He…he’d trusted him.

“Seeing you this morning… I felt… All I could think was: safe. You were there, and I was safe. I had thought…maybe Cyrus was you last night. And then he got out.” You shake your head.

Travis fights against the tears threatening to come forth. He needs to be strong for you. You need him to lean on now. He’s the best one for you. He’d known that all along. The only one who deserved you.

They never had. And now you were his. To protect.

You quickly set down your cup, burying your face in your hands. “I’m so scared about what they’re going to do to me. They’ll punish me for this morning. Scott will. Oh God.”

He wraps you in his arms, cupping the back of your head. “He’ll never fucking touch you again. None of them will. You’re with me now.” He pulls away, cupping your cheeks in his hands, his eyes staring into your own with unbridled rage. “They’re going to learn that soon enough.”

#fic: stranger things (billy hargrove x reader)#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

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mskenway97 · 3 days

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I've decided to write more about the next part of D 16 and Orion Pax while they were trying to find their little Human, I've put them both together ^^.

The cry of despair at seeing the garbage chute empty, without their poor little human. Neither of them couldn't talk about anything, the silence felt so cold until D 16 punched the glass again hard, seeing how it had dented its servos. Seeing his poor face looking at them and now there was nothing left there was just a big silence. Orion, on the other hand, felt guiltier than ever. He had left the door open when he realized he was looking for it, he started looking all over for it. He had left the door open and when he realized he was looking for it, he started looking all over for it. you used to stay in the room, although Orion noticed that you were looking at the bracelet on your suit… suit… Maybe they were sending you a signal from their planet or a location to find them… But now it didn't matter, you weren't there.

-D 16, I," said Orion as D 16 glared at him.

-How could you let her out of your sight! This wouldn't have happened because of you! - D 16 was exalted, leaving Orion shocked, he had never seen him scream like that before, his optics were glowing with anger, he saw his servos maculated. Orion was well aware that it was his fault, they had both sworn to protect you and he had failed both you and him. had failed you as much as he had.

-I know but she didn't use to leave, it must have happened? - said Orion with barely a voice

-Now she's gone! - D 16 shouted at him as he tried to hold back his flows.

-You think I don't know that! But that doesn't mean she's dead! You always have to look at everything from the negative side! She survived crashing with her ship! She stayed with us… You're not the only one who felt joy from her company! I… I… - said Orion no longer holding his fluids and his optics began to ooze as he sat down on the floor as he sat down on the floor. D 16 did the same staying close to Orion, he knew he adored you as he did, but for now they were both miserable…. The next few days were not easy for both of you, your absence was noticeable in the room. Orion was no longer so energetic, he had just been empty, just carrying out orders from the mine so as not to think of you… When you try to talk to him in his language or you would stay on his lap until you fell asleep.

D 16 had to support himself but he couldn't help but miss you feeling your little figure cut out in his chassis as you sang making his audio receivers have a beautiful harmony, giving him a little smile and a caress on your head. The nights were not the most pleasant for both of them… they had nightmares about the day you left, sleepless nights, ending up with more fluid in their optics when the darkness took over to give them some calm. Until certain rumors began to be heard that they had visited a certain critter or monster. Those rumors got to more information until they said something that caught the attention of both of them. The color of your suit… They knew you were still alive from the surface. Now they had two problems in mind:

You were in tremendous danger.

They had to get you to the surface. Orion didn't care if he was going to look for you and D 16 was even more determined than he was. They were going to take you home. No matter what.

#optimus prime #transformers #orion pax #transformers one #tf one #transformers x reader #transformers drabble #robot x human #maccadam #maccadams #first contact #first contact au #megatron #d 16 #sammy drabbles #i missed write like this

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vegaseatsass · 23 hours

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My Stand-In Episode 9

I have like 10min to ejaculate some emotions before I have to run again so lmfao /types hard and fast I adore that after twisted coercive action after twisted coercive action, Ming almost almost almost had his Kinn moment where he lets Joe go. He came SO close. But he couldn't stick the landing. He's going twisted coercion to the VERY END, BABY!!! And I do think in many ways that's a clue about whether he would have been able to let Joe go when he asked in the first life, before the baseball bat, if Joe hadn't gotten the call from Sol and given Ming a justification for spiralling into delululand. I really do think he was close to hearing Joe then too, and honoring his desperate requests to let go. But "close" means letting him walk across the street and then chasing him, not actually releasing his grip. Ming will always be so very Ming <3

Wut pissed me off throughout this ENTIRE episode but I am trying not to relapse to "the NARRATIVE doesn't UNDERSTAND what it's DOING" reactions to characters with his framing and actually just take what's on the screen in good faith. And what's on the screen is a man who never truly acknowledged his own role in getting Joe killed, doomed to make all the same choices and mistakes all over again. While carrying himself with so much unearned self-righteousness and avuncular "wisdom", augh I hate him but yeah. He thinks what he did wrong in Joe's first life is like not yell at him hard enough to keep him from driving off a cliff. Not push an abused, financially desperate man into further isolation with nary a moment of considering trying to support him or even just giving him companionship for the night while he recovered from being fuckin kidnapped. So yeah, it's not surprising he's consistently making the easy choices, the "it's not REALLY my problem" choices, that put Joe back in Ming's grasp again and again. Like okay thank you as a plot device Wut (yes I am a sick and twisted hypocrite lmao), but fuck you fuck you fuck you as a human being.

However! SOL THIS EPISODE! Oh my god this is why I needed to quickly post! The duality of this character! I made FUN of Ming for thinking that Soljoe as a branded pair was any kind of threat, but episode 9 Sol was like "no actually. Audience shipping is reality if we try hard enough to make it be so." The way the lines are so blurred for him between just desperately desperately wanting to be there for Joe and desperately desperately wanting Joe to see that Ming is the wrong choice and Sol is the right choice, and I have strong doubts about how fully conscious the latter is - he knows he still wants Joe, sure, but I think he sees his (nonexistent, sorry baby) romantic eligibility as an opportunity to get Joe away from Ming. If Joe had a partner who wasn't violent and dangerous, I truly believe Sol would back off while harboring his feelings more quietly. But if Joe is single or with Ming? Sol has to try with everything he's got and cannot see the ways that that compromises his support for Joe.

And yet! EVERY time he called out Wut for facilitating Mingjoe (SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WUT) I was cheering for him. Helping Joe with (Joe-on-Joe) crimes??? Being his lookout??? The crowd ROARED! And there's something to be said for Joe in the middle of the grieving process for his body and life, and Sol being the one who comes by to accompany him the next morning. Again, it's that duality: he is coming because they have a music video to promote, he is coming because he's giddy about selling them as a branded pair and maybe making Joe see him as a romantic option. But being very frank, I think it matters that Joe had someone who knew what happened and knew he was in the middle of grieving be there at his side that morning. I don't think he struggled to wake up when Ing shook him because he was sleepy. I think he was carrying something a lot heavier than that, and you need community to help you carry that burden. And there's nobody trying to or thinking of offering that for Joe except Sol. For partly selfish reasons, again, that's the juice of the character, that that duality is always present for him, but for ME it still matters as a kind of material support.

Lastly, the little glimpse of Yim being bitter and fucked up about Joe's death, and how that went over Joe's head, because he doesn't expect his CHILDHOOD FRIEND to remember him and grieve him. Delicious little detail.

#my stand in #my stand in spoilers #typed like the wind i bet this makes 25% sense but ah well #mingjoe #soljoe #wut hate blog #dear diary

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dazzlingjaeyun · 2 days

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𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

teaser!

✧ in which the attempt to get distracted from your feelings might not end exactly as you planned

jungwon x fem!reader

genre: mostly angst, some fluff

warnings: mentions of physical violence (but not explicit!), mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating + will possibly add more to the list as i continue writing

word count: tba

a/n: might change the title! >.<

↝ dazzlingjaeyun's bookshelf

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"... and then she agreed to go on another date with me", jungwon finished his neverending rambling about his crush, while you poured boiling water into the cup that contained your favorite instant noodles. you hadn't paid much attention to what your friend on the other end of the line had talked about for what felt like three hours. instead, you did every possible thing you could think of - hell, you even cleaned the damn windows, just to be distracted and not forced to listen to him.

part of you felt bad; he was your friend after all and besides his closest friend jay, he talked to no one but you about his private life. another part of you tried to convince yourself that you were just protecting yourself - and him - from an emotional burst out.

you could have sworn that you were obvious enough - that he knew about your feelings. sometimes, you even thought he might start returning them. that was until the both of you ran into that girl at a party a few weeks ago and you saw the way he looked at her - the same way that you looked at him. with so much adoration and longing in his eyes that your hopes of mutual feelings for each other crashed down in an instant, the pieces of it shattering across the same floor that you hoped would open and swallow you right there and then.

after your encounter with said girl, and several drinks later, jungwon had finally worked up enough courage to approach her. what you had hoped to be a short chat and maybe an exchange of phone numbers turned into an hour-long conversation and a quick text from you to your friend that you'd head home.

since then, you'd be the first one - or at least the second, after jay - who got to listen to every detail about every date the two of them had been on.

"hello? are you still here?", jungwon's voice startled you, snapping you back to reality. you hummed in response. "i called your name at least five times, are you sure you're okay?", you could hear a hint of concern in his voice.

you nodded, but hummed again after you realized he couldn't see your response. "anyways, congrats", you shifted the attention away from you. "i think i'll go to sleep, good night, won", you said half-heartedly, hoping to give a valid reason to hang up.

you quickly ended the call before he could open his mouth to ask for an explanation as to why you'd go to sleep at 7pm.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

a few days later, you were sitting between your two friends in the usual bar at the usual time. when your friend group sort of broke apart after you all had started college, you, jay, and jungwon were the only ones that did not lose sight of each other. normally, you'd be happy about meeting them for the weekly catch-up, but a few drinks into the evening, you started regretting joining them. if only jungwon talked about anything else, other than her.

"it's enough, jungwon. let her say something as well", jay cut jungwon off before he could utter another sentence about how his date went. his gaze turned towards you. "you're the only one who hasn't updated us yet. your turn.", he locked eyes with you shortly, before grabbing his glass to take a sip of his drink.

jay knew. you'd never said anything to him, but you knew that he knew. unlike his younger friend, jay was aware of the sparkle in your eyes when you looked at jungwon - and aware of how it died whenever he mentioned his almost-girlfriend.

you shrugged, "it's just the usual... nothing interesting, i guess?"

jay let out an almost inaudible sigh, thinking hard about how to get you to say a few more words, until-

"you're still not seeing anyone?", his eyes locked with yours again, "i'm sure there are some guys in college who are all over you. maybe you should try your luck?"

he gave you a knowing look, as if he subtly wanted to tell you: get yourself out there and distract yourself from him.

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i'll be doing a taglist for this one, comment to be added!!

#enhypen #enhypen au #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #engene #jungwon au #jungwon x reader #jungwon

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colinsfakeglasses · 3 days

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About ShowPen and BookPen

I was reading about how BookPen give up LW and ShowPen didn’t or that BookLW didn’t make the same damage ShowLW did and wanted to add my 2 cents.

1. BookPen wasn’t in the same situation ShowPen was in terms of security and madurity at all. Why? Because it is said in the book that the Featheringtons even without a male relative were with no problems financially because Portia’s family left her her own money that wasn’t part of her dowry and Pen, when the book start, had 28 years old so was the double of rich. They had an aunt that died and Penelope make it seems through her solicitor that the aunt was rich and left them money (but in truth was her own money). So was older, wiser and if I remember correctly her older sisters didn’t bothered her and she has Felicity, her little sister who ADORES (*using Benedict’s voice*) her.

ShowPen didn’t have this security and she was practically pushed to look for a husband and change her attitude if she didn’t want her life to be a nightmare. She was already rich but she was still a girl too and less confident (BookPen when heard Colin’s infamous words didn’t run but step up and told him she didn’t want to marry him either and never asked him to).

2. Then why did BookPen give up LW? It wasn’t for love that’s for sure because it happened before her romance with Colin. She give up LW because she was bored decided that even if she never marry she didn’t want to live in the shadows anymore, because living through Whistledown she neglected her real life.

ShowPen was on her peak with LW and wasn’t ready to give her up, basically in that moment her column was the only thing she had some form of control of because all around her was collapsing. She wasn’t ready and she didn’t want to so I LOVED that even when Colin suggested more that once that giving up LW will fix their problems she said “I don’t know” every time. She wanted to before because she make the decision to protect Colin’s heart, but when her secret was out she wasn’t going to let him to push her to give up a part of herself (it wasn’t like Colin was forcing her or anything but a weaker woman wouldn’t have steped up).

I think they found each other in the middle and I loved that ♡

3. BookLW didn’t write the things ShowLW did about her friends. Well BookPen didn’t have a revolutionary friend either or her cousin trying to trap a friend or the Queen breathing in her neck.

I think BookPen and ShowPen have the same spirit and are not differents but their circumstances were.

Peace ✌🏼

#bridgerton s3 #bridgerton #polin #bridgerton s3 spoilers #penelope bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #thoughts #lw #lady whistledown #my thoughts that nobody asked for

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cz19y · 16 hours

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CARS ! Part 2 [HCs]

BLLK × GN!Reader

[!] A.U. — Cat / Them as Cats ! . . . [ Part 1 ]

∆ Fluff, PLATONIC, NO ROMANCE, pet & owner dynamic, OOC[?], hint(no description or assumption) of depression[Bachira's part], mention of Nagi[Reo's part duh], no cat breed description because I'm lacking in cat knowledge, grammar & spelling errors[? NOT proofed]

FT.: Bachira Meguru & Mikage Reo

NOTE: Im SO sorry for the wait anon T.T — just came back from a trip and I'm tired as heck

NOTE2: kinda deleted the ask by accident, sorry :'0 (btw ty for the words, anon, I felt extremely appreciated frfr I luv u)

[ starting . . . ]

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BACHIRA ’s natural nature of lighting the room with his bright personality is something everybody adores.

But of course; you're his favorite after all.

This cat is CLINGY — is trailing behind you 90% of the time you're home. Type of cat to sit and wait for you at the door till you come from work.

He suffers from loneliness(lol I'm sorry I had to add this) and needs your presence urgently. Just being in the same room as the yellowish cat is more than enough for him.

So lonely you even caught him playing like there was another cat in the room. You're worried about him and it creeped you out because he meowed and purred at the empty space.

Purrs loudly often, affectionate and bold and specially not afraid of anything.

Being unafraid can be good and bad. Bachira is a pro at giving you heart attacks.

Jumps over the hot stoves multiple times, gets stuck in the most random places and somehow gets dangerous objects to fall exactly 1 cm away from him.

You swear Bachira is in his last life at this point because he also gets in big fights with some other cats.

You have to idea of how he’s so good at fighting, but judging by how he is; you assume it was when he was still a kitten.

According to his last owner; he grew up obsessed with playing with the soccer ball(still is). Your storage is full of several videos of Bachira playing around with the ball. It's so cute you just want to grab him and pamper him to death.

Vets? Hell nah. He's not a fan of it at all. Even tries to avoid you by disappearing. But go along with it for the sake of not worrying you.

It’s fun and hell at the same time giving him baths, he won't stay still and gets soap all over.

Fur; all over your house. Doesn't even bother to clean. That didn't come with him in the package.

Very active, takes half a century to make him sleep and half a century to wake the feline up..

Bachira loves being with other cats, specially with a certain brunette, and a pink-ish like and an oranged one.

Sleeps tangled in your sheets. And wakes up on the floor.

Bachira is a big fan of cuddling, it’s by your side any moment given.

Tries his best to lighten you up when you're down. But it's not the type of “energetic lighten up”, it's more like a sincere movement of just sitting by your side and being there while you have your moment of distress.

He's there when you sob your worries out, when you're melancholic among your sheets without moving much, having your tired eyes check your phone with apathy and turning it off with a sight, or when you're locked up in the bathroom for hours.

Well; he is too, a little goofy, but it always works on you.

He just wants to be there for you like you were there for him.

The amount of attention this cat needs from his loved ones is insatiable.

REO needs to be by your side at least 60% of his day.

The other 40% is either being active on his daily exercises, somehow working his brain out, taking care of himself, or being around the cat he brought from the streets…

Ah. Nagi, of course. The white cat is such an often guest you may as well just make a room for him.

Reo brought this gigantic cat up one day and it scared the hell out of you because every other cat made him lose interest. The purplish suddenly bringing someone up made your heart jump.

Both are really affectionate towards you(how cute) — although Reo acts a bit off all of the sudden sometimes… is he.. jealous of his own guest? Or is he jealous of his own owner? This cat switches up so many times you gave up trying to figure it out.

He is the most different of all cats. He has a way with everything and successful in earning the things he wants. Even able to act like other cats — you're surprised of how your fellow companion is.

Bro’s so unique Reo even likes vets… he really likes to take care of himself. Fur 10/10, cutted claws, pretty eyes, smart.. he even has his own diet…

He smells like rich. He prefers luxury items and treatment as well… Hope your salary is capable of handling that.

Doesn't function properly without you — he at least needs to be reassured you're still there for him.

Reo purrs happily when you recognize him.

Guests? Sure, he doesn't mind. As long as they don't touch him, he doesn't care about entertaining them a little.

Indifferent about being with other cats — he takes a popular position among them and often attracts other cats even… problem is that he gets bored easily.

Talking about bored; you have to be very specific for Reo to even like you 😭 or at least, full of surprises that will make him locked in you like Nagi did to him. But dw he loves you <3

Isn't the type to get into a fight. But the last time Reo did; you never saw him stubborn and irritated. It was all because of a black cat… you and Nagi glanced at each other as Reo stormed around.

It's either sleep in his own bed or sleep in your bed. He likes how your bed smells like you.

Morning with this cat is peaceful, might as well have your daily routine done along with him.

When Reo senses that sad aura around you, he is immediately on you. You cannot hide any type of worry around Reo. Not Reo — he knows you all too well, don't you dare hide anything from him, he feels sad if you do it.

He snuggles up to you when the night falls, and he will wake you up when the sun rises, he is there by you all the time.

You're his top priority, will abandon anything to make you feel alright.

#wrote this in one day im not okay #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk bachira #bachira x reader #bllk reo #reo x reader

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crisiscutie · 16 hours

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The general advent children sephiroth headcanons got to me so.. could we please have general headcanons for KH sephiroth?

KH Sephy Musings? Okay! I also wrote a fic that's pretty much the same as this!

༻❁༺ When Sephiroth first met you, he admittedly thought little of you. You were just a keyblade warrior that helped passed the time for him while he waited for his nemesis.

༻❁༺ Though only one person could defeat him, he had to admit you were quite skilled. Every time he upped the ante slightly, you still managed to play along. But there'll never be the time where he'd go all out on you.

༻❁༺ You became obsessed with fighting him... or so you think. There's was no way you had an actual crush on this guy. Nope. You just liked the challenge!

༻❁༺ It was a twisted game of cat and mouse. Deep inside, you knew he could end it at any time he felt like it.

༻❁༺ But flirting with death has never been exhilarating for you. Every bruise, cut, scrape, ripped clothing from him... It'd only fueled your desire for more.

༻❁༺ Your Keyblade master has grown suspicious of your strange behavior in recent time. Sneaking out at night and dozing off during lessons... they even had to chide you for being too aggressive during sparring sessions with your peers.

༻❁༺ But you always told them you're putting in extra work to defeat a great darkness that threatens you all. And it's not like your master could detect a lie from that statement. Though, something was still off about you...

༻❁༺ Sephiroth occasionally indulged in flirtatious banter during the fights. But perhaps those were not genuine flirts at all, and it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

༻❁༺ And that's exactly what he wants. Witnessing you get flustered or confused amused him greatly. And it's rather adorable at times.

༻❁༺ You're only getting stronger from these "play times" with him. Maybe one day, you'd be strong enough to defeat anyone else in your path.

༻❁༺ He found pleasure in watching the tiny seed of darkness in your heart grow into a spreading infestation. What made him even more satisfied was the fact that he was the one who caused it.

༻❁༺ Nevermind what you thought. He'd turn these "play time" sessions into a permanent arrangement for both of you.

Haven't really been on here much due to work and the lack of motivation from here. Maybe this will help.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy x reader #kingdom hearts x reader #reader insert

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gaybananabread · 2 days

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Could we have some radioapple tickle hcs pls? <3

(Can be platonic or romantic!)

🍎Alastor & Lucifer Tkl Headcanons📻

~Of course! I’ve been looking for an excuse to write some Hazbin stuff, so I’m more than happy to get these disaster-dads in. I’m gonna do their individual hcs first, then the pairing ones at the bottom. Hopefully these aren’t too OOC. Thank you for requesting!~

🦌Alastor📻

General:

I think we can all agree this asshole loves a good tickling, though the direction depends on who’s around him.

Only certain people are allowed to touch him normally, much less tickle him.

Still, I’d say he’s a lee-leaning switch. He just masks his moods when they’re “inconvenient.”

Lee:

He gets into lee moods more often than he’ll ever willingly admit.

Actually acknowledging and dealing with them, however, is a whole different story.

Whenever he’s stuck somewhere with his regular acquaintances, he’ll just suck it up and try to stifle any reactions. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to slip away and hide somewhere to wait it out.

When he does actually deal with them, however, he practically gives himself up to the ler.

Only Rosie, Mimzy on a good day, and occasionally Lucifer are allowed to tickle him without much asking. Everyone else has to have explicit permission, and are severely limited in what they can do.

When it’s one of those three, Al becomes a wriggly, kicking, squirmy mess of a demon. He definitely cannot hold still while being tickled.

For anyone he’s not really that close to, they can only really go for his sides or palms without being murdered afterwards.

If you get him good enough, some high-pitched bugles and bleats could slip into his laughter.

His worst spots are his hips and ribs. He loses it when you go for either; you’ll get a lot of adorable deer noises.

His melt spots are his ears for sure. His smile gets all dreamy and relaxed; if you’re lucky, you may even get a few little bleats or some purring here and there.

Ler:

Run for the fucking hills, my friend.

He’s an evil bastard of a ler for sure. If you’ve pissed him off a certain way (or just seem like you need a good tickling), he’ll make you scream.

Now, while cruel, the deer man is no hypocrite; if you seriously don’t like or want to be tickled, he’ll stop. Maybe not apologize, but he certainly won’t try it again unless you specifically ask.

If you do ask, expect no mercy.

He’ll use his shadow tentacles to tickle the living (or dead) shit out of you.

Though he may not always listen right away, I’d recommend setting up a safeword with him. That way, he’ll know when you’re seriously done.

Teases very sarcastically, but he’s always serious when he compliments your smile.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all that laughter, my dear.”

“Oh my, that is quite the bad spot, isn’t it? How about I send a little friend or two to give it some love?”

“You have a lovely smile, dear! So wide and cheerful; you’ve just got to show it off more!”

“You’re always so sour-faced. Maybe we should make these little attacks more frequent, hmm?”

Despite all this, he can be decent with aftercare. If he’s really comfy with you, you’ll get head pats and maybe some cuddles.

If not, he’ll send his shadow over to snuggle with you. It’s not really the same, but you can feel the hugs it gives. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll let you have some of his mother’s famous jambalaya.

🍎Lucifer🎪

General:

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t love being tickled.

Like, there’s a way to laugh his heart out and drown out all his negative thoughts? Man is more than down.

On the flip side, he can’t help but enjoy the giddy panic on someone’s face when his fingers wiggle into their sides. It’s a great way to take them down a peg without doing any harm (Charlie approves).

For that, I’d say he’s a 50-50 switch.

Lee:

He’s got different reactions around different people, depending on how well he knows them.

If he doesn’t know you all that well, he’s gonna try to hide his reactions: pushing you away, biting back giggles, acting like he hates it.

If you’re close? Completely different story.

He’ll crumble at the first sign of wiggling fingers, a big ol’ smile dominating his features. He can’t help it; the thought of getting tickled by someone who cares makes him so giddy.

If he’s really lost in laughter, his wings might pop out. It’s adorable, and it gives you a lovely new spot to attack~

His lee moods are about as rare as drug dealers in hell.

Pretty obvious, too; random giggle fits, staring at others’ hands, and giddy blushes are plentiful.

When he gets into them, Luci can actually ask for help sometimes. Sure, it’s flustered and stuttery, but it gets the message across.

His worst spots are his wingpits - all six of them. Even light scribbling there will send him into near hysterics.

His melt spot - and favorite spot - is his belly. The widest, giddiest smile forms if you gently tickle him there. Go for long enough, and he might even doze off.

Ler:

He’s such a loving menace of a ler, no argument.

He’ll take things slow, but you’re gonna get the hell teased out of you, no question.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Does it tickle? I’m barely getting started!”

“Snorts already? Man, this really tickles, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve gotta be the cutest thing in all of hell! I mean, listen to those giggles!”

“I’ve gotta refer you to Charlie. This level of adorableness could warm the coldest of hearts~”

“Not there, huh? Then how about here? Or here? You’ve really gotta be more specific.”

You KNOW this man would use his wings against you. Sneaky hugs, followed by some feathery fun~

His ler moods are frequent and fierce. If nobody asks him within a few hours, he’ll just attack the first lee who gives him semi-probable cause.

Even though he’s a bit of a meanie, he’s a saint with aftercare.

This man loves post-tickle cuddles; what’s better than curling up with a snuggly, giggly lee? He gives great back-rubs, and I think he could make a mean grilled cheese.

❤️Paired💛

We can all agree that Lucifer is the main ler, right?

Now, Al doesn’t just let the man tickle him; that’d be too easy.

Deer man loves to tease: raising his arms to “reach for things” with others around, chuckling right in Luci’s ear, just being an all-around asshole.

It takes the blonde everything he has not to pounce in public.

By the end of the day, it’s safe to say that Lucifer gets the last laugh~

When Luci is in a lee mood, he'll just straight-up ask for tickles from Al.

Just to annoy him, he'll plop in the deer man's lap, raise his arms, and demand attention. Alastor is more than happy to oblige~

NOW, when Al’s in a ler mood, the tables pretty much turn inside-out.

He’ll go up to Lucifer, teleport him to his room, pin him with tentacles to the wall or bed, and make him squeal. He’ll usually push the fallen angel until he safewords.

While Lucifer could just escape, he “secretly” enjoys being taken down a few notches. Besides, he gets free cuddles afterwards.

Speaking of which, they always cuddle afterwards, no matter who the lee is. It’s an unspoken rule neither of them are keen on breaking.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!lucifer #lee!alastor #switch!lucifer #switch!alastor #ler!lucifer #ler!alastor #sfw tickling community #tickle #sfw tickle headcanons #hh tickle #ticklish!lucifer #ticklish!alastor #tickle thoughts #tickle hcs

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sreyaya · 3 days

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Brother Norton smut pls, I just saw your post, YES BROTHER NORTON SMUTTT PLSSS I LOVE YOUUU 😭😭

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Modern AU | StepBro!Norton Campbell x F!Reader NSFW

Content Warning: 1.5K words, STEPCEST!!!!!!!, implied creampie, weird relationship entanglement, cock riding, blowjob/oral (giving), m!masturbation and getting caught, MDNI (DON'T READ IF U'RE UNCOMFY)

(A/n: OK I HEARD U. I love the idea of stepbro!Norton more so we're going with that ARGH)

smut under the cut!

It's always him, isn't it? Norton, the reason for your struggles, the one who'd point and laugh when you fell down. To be fair, it was a twisted story, you never thought your mom would date—your ex's dad? Nothing could've prepared you for the moment he stepped foot on your doorstep with that shit-eating grin.

Your relationship with Norton had always been- unconventional. It was purely based on sex and pleasure, filled with physical attraction with no romantic strings attached. The passion between you was undeniable, going as far as sneaking around, finding any excuse to be together to do it. To be frank, it felt incredible, Norton was exceptionally skilled during it, and let's not even start about his incomparable length. It was the perfect set.

But regardless, he was always mean to you as your so called brother. He didn't cut you any slack and made fun of every single thing you failed at, and it was annoying. Especially when your parents adored all of his achievements, including your mom, parading everything he had achieved, it made you feel even saltier than ever, you were sick of it.

Tonight was one of those nights where you stayed up longer than whatever time you intended to. Grabbing another glass of water as you looked up at the clock, marking how it was going to be three soon enough, you realized you needed to sleep soon, or you might just end up waking up too late. As you were going to head back, small thuds were heard from above the kitchen, and you weren't surprise knowing it was his room.

Curious, you wanted to check it out, assuming Norton was probably trying to sneak out again for another party across town or it was one of his habitual night gaming sessions. Truly, he hadn't changed much from the time when you were still together, with him sneaking out at early mornings just to meet you, fucking until the break of dawn, what a waste of a charmer.

You walked down the hallway carefully, seeing his door opened to a certain degree, and to your surprise, he was neither trying to sneak out nor playing his games, he was doing something much worse than that. Norton was dragging his palm across his cock, his other hand preoccupied with a picture of something, something quite familiar. It was you, with your favorite lingerie that you still kept even until today, the same lingerie that he bought for you months ago.

Stroking his own cock while suppressing down his moans with his soft pillow, with small whimpers still managing to escape. Imagining how your pussy would always take him so good, your walls all clamping down on him while he watches your puffy clit all so well, watching your breasts spill to the side as he fucks you nicely from behind. It was all playing on the back of his mind while he softly cursed upon himself.

It was the lewdest thing you'd seen him doing, it felt weird too, firstly because you were his ex, and secondly because he was indirectly your brother? Doesn't that kind of sound improper? Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, hoping to retreat quietly before Norton noticed you. But just as you turned to leave, your foot caught on the corner of the hallway rug, causing you to stumble, pushing the door open inside.

He looked at you, eyes wide with shock. You scrambled to your feet, trying to find the words to explain why you were standing there, why you were witnessing this questionable moment. He was the first to break the silence. "What the hell are you doing here?" You could only stammer, trying to collect your thoughts. "I-I heard a noise. I thought you were sneaking out or something."

His face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "So you just decided to spy on me?" Norton exclaimed, still whispering so your parents wouldn't wake up. "It wasn't like that!" you protested. "I didn't know you'd be... doing that". Norton ran one of his hand through his hair, pulling up his boxers, frustration evident in his face. "Look, this is none of your business. Just... just get out".

But you couldn't move. The image of him, what you had just seen, was etched into your mind. And then, without thinking, you blurted out the words that had been buried deep inside you for so long. "Why do you still have those pictures?". He froze, his eyes locking onto yours. "What?".

"Those pictures," you repeated, more quietly this time. "Why do you still have them? We broke up months ago, and you're kinda like my brother now, Nort." you asked once again, lying down on the foot of his bed.

Norton was silent for a while before he opened his mouth, "I missed you," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing. You turned your head up at him, before turning away as well, "missed you too."

Norton was taken aback, didn't know that you'd respond. Before you could second-guess yourself, he closed the distance between you, inching closer to you as he continued by meeting his soft lips. It felt like coming home, like finding something you had lost long ago. You responded to him immediately, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more desperate. You could feel the months of pent-up emotions, the unresolved questions, all dispersing into the kiss. His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer while your fingers tangling in his hair.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. "I know," he answered back, mumbling softly as his hands slid under your shirt, making you shiver, "But I can't stop." And neither could you. You both knew it was wrong, that it was complicated. You pushed him down on his own bed, the silk sheets scrunching up beneath him as both your weight fell down below.

His rough hands were all over you, under your thin sleepwear as he felt your warmth beneath his touch. His hands slid up your thighs, making your skin tingle in response. As he pulled you closer, his lips never leaving yours. Norton pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare skin to his hungry eyes, wanting to devour every inch of you. His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and marks all over you, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs circling one of your nipples while he occasionally suck the other.

You arched your back, pressing against him, feeling his erection through his boxers as you reached down, your hands trembling slightly, and pulled them off. His length was hard and ready, and you felt a rush of desire course through you. You slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling his warmth and hardness. "shit—", his hips bucked into your hand. "I need you," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy.

"I need you too," you replied, letting go all of your guilty thoughts as you took him whole in your mouth. "T-This is crazy," he whispered, his voice filled with both fear and excitement. Your head bopped up and down on him, licking every inch and vein of his thick length. Constantly taking it out with a loud 'pop' as you give small licks down the slit. Norton was fucked out of his mind and you were here for it.

It didn't take long before you mounted on top of him, his hands holding both sides of your hips firmly, guiding you down his girth as he whimpered lowly. Norton pushed into you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body arching against him, feeling the intense pleasure of him inside you. He moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation, his eyes closing in pleasure. Then he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and hard, his hands gripping your hips as yours were placed behind you whilst you were jumping up and down on him.

You matched his rhythm, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the lewd noises where you both connected, the bed creaking beneath you while your moans and gasps mixing with his. You felt the tension building inside you, the pleasure knot growing much tighter with each thrust. "'m close," you whispered, your voice breaking with need. "M-me too," he replied, his voice rough with desire.

Norton reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You cried out, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm, a roller coaster of pleasure crashing over you. He followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he came inside you, filling you with his warmth.

"We can't keep doing this y'know," you whispered, your voice filled with a hint of satisfaction. "I know," he replied, his voice soft. "But for now, let's just stay like this."

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻

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Seungmin had always been a quiet and reserved person. He preferred spending time with his close friends and working on his music rather than indulging in relationships. But then he met Y/n, who turned his world upside down.

It wasn't like he had been looking for love. He had been perfectly content with his life as it was. But something about Y/n had drawn him in. Maybe it was her easy-going nature, or the playful glint in her eyes when she teased him. Whatever it was, Seungmin found himself falling hard and fast.

At first, he tried to resist the feelings. He told himself that he was too busy for a relationship and that he didn't have time to accommodate someone else in his life. But Y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily. She saw right through his tough exterior and knew that beneath his cool persona, there was a passionate and sensitive soul.

Every time they hung out together, Seungmin found himself opening up to her more and more. He realized that he enjoyed her company, that he looked forward to their conversations, and the way she made him laugh. And before he knew it, he was falling head over heels for her.

When Seungmin finally confessed his feelings, Y/n was overjoyed. She had been waiting for weeks for him to admit the truth, and it brought her immense happiness to know that he felt the same way. From that moment on, they became inseparable.

Seungmin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Seungmin was strumming a melody on his guitar, a soft smile on his face.

Y/n looked over at him, a cheeky smile on her lips. "You know, you're talented with that guitar," she said, nudging his shoulder. "Maybe you could write a love song about me sometime."

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers stilling on the strings as he looked at her. "A love song about you, huh?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That might be a bit too sappy, don't you think?"

Y/n pouted playfully, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little sappiness," she protested. "Besides, I think it would be sweet. Imagine me swooning to a song about how much you adore me."

Seungmin couldn't help but smile wider at her words. He loved her playful side, the way she could make even the most serious situations lighthearted. "You know I already tell you how much I adore you all the time," he pointed out, resuming his strumming.

Y/n sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Yeah, but a song would be more memorable, you know? Something I could listen to whenever I missed your voice."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you trying to guilt-trip me into writing you a love song?" he asked, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Y/n fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Me? Guilt-trip you? Never," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I just think you owe it to me to immortalize your love for me in song form. You know, for sentimental reasons."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're impossible, you know that?" he said, but there was no malice in his voice. "What if I already have a love song written for you and just haven't told you yet?"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "Are you serious? Why haven't you shown me yet?"

Seungmin smirked, enjoying the excited look on her face. "Because it's still a work in progress," he explained. "I want it to be perfect before I let you hear it."

Y/n pouted, a mixture of impatience and affection in her expression. "But I want to hear it now," she protested. "I bet it's already amazing, even if it's not finished yet."

Seungmin chuckled again, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I promise you'll hear it when it's ready," he assured her. "And don't you dare try to sneak a peek either, got it?"

Y/n feigned disappointment again, though she was amused. "Aw, you're no fun," she teased. "But fine, I won't try to cheat and listen to the song early. I'll just have to wait anxiously until you're ready to share it with me."

Seungmin put down his guitar, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait," he reassured her. "And in the meantime, I'll just have to find other ways to keep you entertained and distracted."

Y/n's disappointment melted away instantly, replaced by a smile. "Oh, yeah?" she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Seungmin smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he teased, deliberately keeping it vague. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Y/n's curiosity only grew at his words, but she knew better than to press him for details. "You're such a tease," she pouted playfully, swatting his arm lightly.

Seungmin chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist. "You love it," he said, his tone affectionate. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And I love teasing you, especially when you get all pouty like this."

Y/n huffed dramatically, trying to feign annoyance, but she couldn't help the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "You're insufferable," she grumbled, though there was no real irritation in her voice.

Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You love me anyway," he pointed out, poking her side playfully. "Pouty and all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't deny his words. "Unfortunately, yes," she said, a hint of mock resignation in her tone. "I seem to have a soft spot for insufferable, guitar-playing men."

Seungmin chuckled, his ego inflated at her words. "And I happen to have a soft spot for cute, pouty women who can't resist my charm," he replied with a cocky grin.

Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out at Seungmin, pretending to be irritated. "Your charm is too irresistible, it's not fair," she grumbled, though her tone was light.

Seungmin laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "But you love it," he reminded her, wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist.

Y/n pretended to be annoyed for a moment longer before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."

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