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#like trust me I want to see his ass rot from what he did as much as the next guy but you know. it has to actually Happen first
hateandashbury · 1 year
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folks in light of the recent news I think it's good to keep in mind that the ICC does NOT have the power to, on its own, actually prosecute vladimir putin for war crimes.
yes, there was an arrest warrant, but because russia is NOT currently a state party to the rome statute (the founding treaty of the ICC) and the court does not have a police force of its own, it can't actually enforce the warrant they put out without cooperation of a state party.
that's something you can read more about in the ICC website, but i.e. unless putin actually visits one of the state parties of the ICC, himself, the warrant by itself is only a symbolic gesture. as much as we all wish to see him pay for what he's done, let's not get misled by reading only the headlines.
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highvern · 2 months
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Use Me
Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: established relationship, somnophilia (kinda of? Its pretend), roleplay?, unprotected sex, clothed sex, manhandling, fingering, grinding, hoshi is a menace (this is a threat), degradation and praise (good girl, slut), spanking, poor seokmin is used as cannon fodder, dom-ish soonyoung at the end, brat reader, they’re both switches and disgustingly horny for each other
Length: ~1.5k
Note:  i personally feeling iffy about somnophilia but in the context of this fic my mind just turned to mush. See y’all in hell! mwah @tomodachiii come rot your brain with me bestie
read more here
This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!
Soonyoung’s heart races upon finding your sleeping figure curled up beneath the mountain of blankets spread across your bed. You look like a princess with your face illuminated in the faint moonlight spilling between the cracks in the blinds.
You’re only pretending to sleep, the usual mess of limbs and faint snoring notably absent, but Soonyoung still feels wrong—dirty—for what he’s about to do.
He slips in behind you easily. Already the scent of your shampoo and firmness of your body drive Soonyoung wild and he hasn’t even done anything yet. A sharp inhale clues him in to just how eager you are and Soonyoung finds solace that he isn’t alone in how affected he is.
You begged for tonight. Quietly sharing how much the idea of being fucked awake turned you on; for your boyfriend to use your body while you slept, cumming inside you and leaving the mess for you to find in the morning. It wasn’t something you wanted randomly, but after much discussion you both agreed to try it. 
You went through your usual nighttime routine as if Soonyoung wasn’t waiting in the living room. “It’ll help set the mood,” he joked. In reality, he did nothing but pace back and forth while listening to the steady patter of the shower, coming to terms with the fact that his sweet-faced girlfriend craved something so debased. Ironic given the way you’re definitely the kinker one between the two of you with an overflowing box of goodies tucked in the closet to prove it.
Still. There’s something about you giving him free reign of your body while you slept (even if it was pretend) boiled his blood. Maybe it was because the sheer trust you bestowed upon him to allow him such graces or something primitive in his brain about being the only person you’d ever let inside you like this. Or perhaps it's the slight guilt curling around his throat at how turned on he was when you shared your fantasy. Either way, all Soonyoung knows is he’s harder than he’s ever been in his life and the way you arch against him isn’t helping.
So now you both play this little game. Pretending to doze while your boyfriend traces his fingers up your sides, finding that the only thing underneath your oversized sleep shirt is bare skin. Each teasing pass of his hands force another shaky breath through your nose, goosebumps flaring along your arms at the tease of it all. When Soonyoung’s thumb finds the swell of your breast, gently resting the flesh in the curve of his palm, he commends you for committing to the performance until your ass pushes back against his cock desperately. 
The silence of the room rings in your ears. Each breath is awkward and ill timed, forced to pace yourself lest you end the entire charade before there's time to enjoy it. Clothes and blankets ruffle together as Soonyoung moves you just so, one arm under your head and the other continue to etch a path of electricity across your stomach to your heaving chest. 
Tugging on your nipples, you squeak in your boyfriend’s grasp, biting back a pathetic moan when he nips at your ear. You focus on not responding, on completely living in the fantasy; even when the man behind you parts your legs with one of his own and flexes a hard thigh against your aching cunt. Only his thin boxers separate his aching length from your skin, the evident damp spot searing against the cleft of your ass. 
You desperately want to grind down but manage to stop yourself.
Soonyoung doesn't make you suffer for very long, the hand on your breast dropping between your spread thighs to press two digits into your leaking opening. 
“Fuck…how are you this wet already?” Soonyoung whispers, fingers curling just right.
Soonyoung rushes to stretch you out, thrilled in the way you shudder under his touch. He frantically shoves his underwear down, freeing his cock and wedging it between your spread thighs. The weight resting at your entrance is tempting. A tease of penetration as the swollen tip dips inside. All it would take is a tilt of your hips, a press of his and you’d be full—completed. But Soonyoung’s fist rests just below the head and prevents you from sliding back any further.
“Shouldn’t do this when you’re sleeping.” He mutters loud enough for you to hear.
You’d ignore his chastising if it weren’t for the way he withdraws his hips, putting miles of distance between your bodies in a matter of centimeters.
A pathetic whimper answers before you can stop it. The way he plays with you is maddening. As if you hadn’t been wet since you admitted you wanted this; as if you hadn’t given into temptation and touched yourself in the shower, listening to him stalk around the living room like a tiger in a cage.
Soonyoung rolls you onto your back, crowding above you and dropping featherlike kisses across your furrowed brow. “Baby, are you awake?”
You refocus. Relaxing your muscles into compliance, you can feel your boyfriend smirk against your jaw as he praises you silently.
“Good girl.”
Sooyoung drops to mouth at your covered breasts, his hips cradled between yours just before he thrusts inside.
“Shit,” he gasps, drowning out the sound of your own reaction to the sudden intrusion. 
It’s always a tight fit and tonight is no different, snuggly wedged between the slick walls of your pussy. Soonyoung hooks one of your legs over the crook of his elbow, spreading you wider to rut against your core. Only just split open on his cock and you're already losing it, nerves fried at the wet echo of bodies meeting desperately; flooded with satisfaction at the hard stretch.
In a matter of seconds you're openly panting, muscles twitching in the familiar rhythm of Soonyoung’s attention. You may be a shit actress but your commitment is commendable as your boyfriend does everything in his power to break you. 
He doesn’t fuck you fast and reckless like usual; no scrambling up the bed when the force of his hips push you away from him and further into the pillows or you both teeter on the edge of the mattress because your so lost in eachother. No, if you’re still pretending then Soonyoung is in it too. Slow grinds inside you, the kind the brush against places you didn’t realize existed and light a flame in your belly because that's where you feel him. Every inch memorizing the ridges inside you, the head of his cock bulldozing against that place Soonyoung’s been able to locate since the first time you took your clothes off for him.
“Babys so good at taking cock she can sleep right through it.” He taunts into your sternum with a lick.
There isn’t much you can do in terms of revenge for the ill timed remark. The one thing you can do is sure to leave you with a bruised ass and the taste of his cum. So you do it.
“Seokminnie,” you whine breathily, turning sideways to hide a wicked smirk.
Soonyoung doesn't let it slide, soft caresses melting into firm grips reminding you that your doting boyfriend’s muscles aren’t for show; and he’ll gladly use them against you if you want to act like a brat. The sensual pace seconds prior is long forgotten, replaced with a punishing rhythm as he rises to sneer in your face. 
You beat him to the punch, blinking lazily to stare with confused eyes. “Soonie?”
The nickname earns you another kick of his hips, answered with a twitch of your insides and an arch of your spine. Attentive Soonyoung is great, but annoyed Soonyoung is the best fuck you’ll ever have. 
“Oh, now she knows my name,” he moans into your ear, breathing stuttered in time with the drag of his cock.
A tinge of pain across your nipples confirms that he’s pissed.
“Soonie, what—”
You cut yourself off with a squeak of suprise, lungs tight as your boyfriend twists you to your knees to face the headboard.
Wiggling back to find him, you're met with a swat against the seat of your ass, his hand holding on to the flesh and forcing you away.
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing.” You mumble into the pillows.
Another smack but this time his hand leaves and the sting sends another gush of arousal down your thighs.
“Lie again.”
“I wasn’t—”
Smack.
“Moaning someone else’s name in your sleep?”
“I wouldn’t!”
Smack.
“You did.” His chest molds to your back as he drops his lips to your ear. “So how about I remind you who this pussy belongs to?”
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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year
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Heyyy! I’m currently experiencing some Luffy brain rot at the moment. Could I make a request for Luffy getting turned on by reader wearing his hat? Or calling him captain? 👅
A/N: Thank yew! I kept it kinda pg-13 since you didn’t specify if you wanted this completely NSFW or not and this idea could go either way lmao) Enjoy!🤍
“Luffy’s Hat” (NSFW-ISH)
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Black Fem Reader in Mind
Luffy’s hat is his staple, It’s his personal treasure. Luffy’s hat is a physical promise he made to his mentor Shanks and he will risk his life in order to keep it safe.
Not many people have worn the hat under Luffy’s approval, but having him trust someone with it is honor in itself and today Luffy placed his hat on your head as he carried your tired body to the ship after fighting a few enemies. It was his fault of course and you both handled it well but unfortunately you fell in battle and got stuck in turn Luffy saved you.
He brought you to Chopper’s room and he let you just rest for a moment. Luffy let you still wear the hat as he went to the kitchen to eat and that’s when he heard your voice out the door.
“Oh hey! Thank you for saving my ass back there I should have been watching where I was going—-“
Luffy Never really was the type to listen completely to what anybody was saying but in this moment he most definitely was not listening to a word coming out of your mouth.
You had on his hat still and it looked gorgeous on your hair, it was even tilted a little to the side partially covering one eye. His hat shaped your face and hair so well how come he didn’t notice this before?
You looked hot.
“Also here you go! I made sure to keep your hat safe when you left.” You happily took off the hat fixing your curls making sure your natural hair shape was still in tact.
Luffy had a twinkle in his eye taking back his hat, he swallowed the lump in his throat and laughed, “Thank you Y/N!…the hat fits you a lot!”
“Why thank you, Captain.”
He blinked watching you walk out the kitchen, the cheer in your voice lingered in his ear. You never called him that, but it sounded so good rolling off your tongue. Not to mention you wearing his hat so beautifully. He gripped his pants for a second because he felt a little funny down there throwing him off a bit.
No. No he shouldn’t be attracted to that he knows better
But does he though?
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“Hey, Luffy!” You greeted him without eye contact because you were too engaged in your book to look up but you felt his presence beside you anyways. “Need something?”
He just smiles at you warmly and takes off his hat to put back on your head, the sudden weight on your head made you look up at him with a confused expression.
“I—-“
“Can you hold on to that for me real quick?”
“Yeah sure.” You adjusted the hat back to your liking, slightly tiled just the way Luffy likes as well, however his subtle lick of his lip didn’t go unnoticed by you. “I look okay?”
“Yeah, you look cool. …Alright bye!”
You huffed through your nose at your silly captain watching him wave off to you. You started to get a bit sleepy and his hat was giving you a perfect amount of shade so you laid back on the reclined chair and tried to doze off .
Luffy couldn’t even focus on fishing on the head of the Sunny without looking down at your barely covered body. Something about how you wore his hat made his eyes not want to tear away from you. Your body looked so beautiful under the sun with HIS hat giving your beautiful face some shade. All that was seen was your supple glossy lips shining brightly under.
You felt a sudden weight on top of your pelvis, you opened your eyes now seeing Luffy hovering over you shading your entire upper body, he lids were low, and he had a very sly smirk on his face, he doesn’t do it often, but he looked kinda cute when he did.
“You need your hat back, Captain?”
That damn voice of yours saying “Captain”. He felt his pants feel funny again.
You started to reach up but he grabbed your wrist guiding your hand on his crotch, your eyes opened wide feeling the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric. “Lu—?”
“No…I’m your captain…. call me that.”
His voice was low and raspy, it didn’t help how close he started to lower himself on you either making you gulp. His eyes were dark and his mouth was slightly parted with his cheeks tinted red. You and Luffy never had a full on sexual relationship, you’d joke about sex to him and even kissed him a few times, but how he’s acting now is completely out of the norm as if he DID want to have sex.
And you kind of like it.
“Captain…how about we go to my room instead..if…you want me to help you with that.” You applied slight pressure gripping what your could of his shaft and he groaned silently before laughing and nodding.
“Yeah, we can! You have to keep the hat on though!”
You nodded, “Anything for you, Captain.”
You heard him curse under his breath while snatching you to sprint to your room. You always wondered what could make Luffy turned on. He seen plenty of tits, naked women, etc but who would have thought a simple title and his own hat on your head would do the trick to make him so turned on.
It felt good to know that.
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kittievampire · 1 year
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So long/odd request but hear me out
Mc and Lucifer are in a sugar-rotting relationship and brothers and undatebles react
Lucifer spoils Mc so much like…mammon gets in trouble he gets hung from the ceiling Mc does the same thing they get away scot-free Satan has been begging for a cat for eons nope! but Mc wants one of course. He gets them tons of expensive gifts and if Mc ever wants something they only have to bat their eyes at him. It's not like Mc is using him though they dot on him a bunch too. And whenever they get in a fight loud moans are followed within a few minutes (if you know what I mean) but feel free to ignore 💙
I was in the middle of class when I read this and I was WHEEZING
I am a firm believer in Lucifer spoiling the MC rotten and leaving his brothers to fend for them damn selves but denying any sort of favoritism
I only did the brothers this time, I hope that's okay 😭😭😭
Sorry this took so fooking long to make 🥲
Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~
Click here if you wanna request!
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Warnings: Very suggestive, jealous bros lmao L
Enjoy.
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You and Lucifer had been dating for a few months now. Though, one would think you'd just gotten together with the way the two of you treated eachother. Or maybe that you were newlyweds in your honeymoon phase.
Lucifer treated you like a goddess. There was constant praise and worship, he'd drop everything if you asked, and he'd spoil you rotten with his love. You would return the favor, of course. Every now and then you'd surprise him with a new cursed vinyl, which he'd listen to all night if not spending it with you.
However, the brothers believe that you're getting totally unfair treatment.
Mammon
Baby boy was spending a lot more money than usual
He was playing a new gambling game he'd downloaded on his D.D.D.
When Lucifer got home, he immediately scolded the second-born for a solid 45 minutes
He announced that Mammon was on "lock-down" and wasn't allowed to ask anything of anyone, nor was he allowed to spend money
He was hung from the ceiling
And Goldie was taken away, too
Mammon was pissed the fuck off
So, when he noticed you were spending a lot more money, he did tease you for being greedy
"Oi, human, ain't splurgin' on shopping supposed to be mine and Asmo's thing? Lucifer's gonna be on yer ass if ya spend too much. Just be careful."
He says this and is genuinely a little worried that he'd see you hung from the ceiling as well
Lucifer confronts you about it in front of Mammon
"My Love, may I know why you've been spending so much grimm recently?"
First off, Mammon didn't like how he started that
How come you got that sweet conversation starter?
What he got was, "Mammon, what have you been wasting your money on this time?!"
Though, he still suspected it'd go downhill, and that he'd need to jump in to protect you at some point
"Oh, just some things... I can't tell you what they are, but I promise this is a rare occasion, Luci." You said, gifting him a kiss on his cheek
Lucifer smiled at you. "Alright, as long as you're being responsible, I trust you."
...
WHAT?!
"WHAT?!" Mammon shouted, earning a slight jolt from you and a look of annoyance from Lucifer
"What, Mammon?"
The Avatar of Greed froze. "I-I-! Y-You—" He paused before letting out a small groan
"Nevermind. Forget about it, yeah?"
Leviathan
Snekboi missed roughly a week of school and wasn't attending his online classes
He was grinding this new game he got so he could keep his spot as one of the top players!
He just couldn't afford to take his attention off of his D.D.D. for a second, the price would be too high!
Of course, Levi ended up being scolded by Lucifer
"Your priority must be your studies, Levi, do you intend on dragging Diavolo's name through the mud?"
How Diavolo was relevant was beyond him
But, Levi still had to sit through a lecture
He also got his D.D.D. taken away from him for a week
Not only did he lose top-spot, but he lost a majority of his self-esteem as well
So, he was obviously worried when you started skipping as well
"Uhh, MC, I'm not sure you should stay home today. Lucifer's not too kind to those who slack off."
But, his warnings fell upon deaf ears
You decided to take a few days off, deciding that you just really didn't feel like going to RAD
You woke up with a migraine one day, couldn't get sufficient sleep the other, and you just took another day to catch up on sleep and what work you had
Leviathan actually tried to stop Lucifer when he saw him outside of your room
"Lucifer, maybe they were feeling really bad or something, I don't think punishing them is a good idea, please show mercy! They're just a human!"
"Quit your whining, Levi. Or do you want to be given the Mammon treatment?"
This made Levi yelp and cower behind him, watching as Lucifer knocked on your door
You answered it, and Leviathan bit his nails nervously
"Hey, Luci," You said, greeting him with a small kiss to the cheek
"My Love," He started softly. "Are you feeling alright? You haven't been attending your classes. Is something wrong?" He asked, a hand reaching up to caress your cheek.
Error 404 not found
Leviathan.exe has stopped working
You smile sweetly. "I'm okay, Lucifer, I just really wasn't feeling up for RAD these past couple of days. It's nothing to worry about, promise!" You say, quite enthusiastically.
...
NANI THE FUCK?!
Levi SWORE you were about to get bodied
But, no
Lucifer just smiled, chuckled softly, and left with an "Alright, take care of yourself, Love."
Bullshit
You're fucking hacking
Satan
Satan wanted to bring a cat into the HoL
Lucifer reminded him of how he brought more cats than were allowed and "turned the House of Lamentation into the House of Cats"
Very fucking salty about it, but ultimately got over it (for the most part)
He saw you bring a little feline home and immediately rushed to your side to help you take care of it
It was a stray with a few wounds from other cats
He helped you bandage it and feed it, all the goods
"MC, I must warn you that Lucifer isn't exactly fond of pets... Let alone cats," Satan said, stern gaze meeting yours
You tilted your head in confusion. "Why is that?"
Satan was a bit hesitant to tell you, so he gave you the shortened and sweet version
"We had a bit of a cat problem a while back, he just really doesn't like cats. Dog people, am I right?" He scoffed
"Satan, what did I say about bringing in cats?"
Satan lowkey jumped a bit and turned his head
The fuck did he come from, bro is teleporting or some shit
You immediately hold the kitty close to your arms, looking up at Lucifer with doe eyes
"Luci, I'm sorry! I was the one who took in the cat, but he was hurt! Please, can we just keep it for a little while, at the very least?" You begged, the black cat in your arms meowing at Lucifer
Satan sighed. He was about to tell you that it was no use, that Lucifer couldn't be bought or reasoned with on this topic. That may have been his fault and he was sorry, but there was absolutely no way Lucifer would budge on this-
"Fine."
...
...
Um
What
Satan sat there dumbfoundedly before the two of you as you continued to converse, trying to process the events that had just taken place
Lucifer said yes
To you
For a cat?
Huh...
He was upset for a mere moment, but then a light bulb went off in his mind
Perhaps he could use this to an advantage
Satan's definitely going to try and get you to be a wild card whenever him and Belphie are pulling pranks on Lucifer
Just so the eldest will be a little more lenient
Now he knew Lucifer's weakspot
He found himself laughing maniacally in his mind as he realized just how much him and Belphegor could do with you as a cushion whenever they'd get in trouble
Asmodeus
"But, Lucifer, all of products in my favorite cosmetic brand are going on sale today! I have to get every single one of them or else I'll be..." Asmodeus gasped
"Trashy!!" He cried out, practically leeching off of Lucifer's arm as he continued to beg
"Asmodeus, no! You and Mammon are both on lockdown for the rest of the month! Now, get off of me!"
Lucifer managed to pry his younger brother off of him and slammed ether door shut to his office, leaving a near-on sobbing Asmodeus in the library
That's when he heard you
"Lucifer, must you always be so rough on your siblings?" He heard you ask, making him gasp and sigh dreamily. "Oh, darling, you always come to my rescue when I need it!" He said, his voice not loud enough to penetrate the door
"MC, I suggest staying out of my family matters. They have nothing to do with you."
Asmodeus could tell from the other side of the door that an argument was likely about to ensue
However, when the two of you started raising your voices, he could also sense some... Arousal?
"Oh!"
"Oh."
It wasn't long before he could hear your moans and whimpers from the other side of the door, lewd slapping noises making him step back a bit
Asmodeus couldn't help but giggle a little
He honestly didn't mind this as much as his brothers did, he found it really entertaining that the two of you endulged in his sin after such a heated argument
Asmodeus approves 👍💖
Beelzebub
Poor baby gets scolded so often for raiding the fridge, especially late at night
He's usually told to go to bed, and that these late-night trips to the fridge aren't good for him, all that
He couldn't help it, it was his sin! That was no fair!
Lucifer ended up putting him on lockdown after 11pm, meaning no trips outside of his room whatsoever
Beelzebub would usually try to get some snacks into his room before that time, but he usually ran out rather quickly and was left with a rumbling stomach
That's when you came in, holding two arm-fulls of snacks
Quietly, you pushed the door closed with your foot
You knew Belphegor was a heavy sleeper, but you still wanted to be quiet anyway, so as not to wake the Avatar of Sloth
You saw the gluttonous ginger perk up when he saw you
"MC?"
You smiled, dropping down the snacks before him
"Lucifer didn't say I couldn't raid the kitchen. I figured you'd be hungry, so I got you some snacks."
Bro bear-hugs you
He lowkey almost breaks your spine with how tight he holds you
"Thank you, MC! Can I call you sister, please? Get married to him quick so I can call you sister!"
You blushed at this comment, chuckling softly
"I'm working on it, I guess," You choked playfully, patting his back
"Beel, I need to breathe."
Not really all too jealous
A bit sad, but he gets over it when you bring him food
Lucifer never says anything about it tho when he finds out you're the one who's causing such a snack shortage
Belphegor
He was constantly scolded for pulling all kinds of pranks on Lucifer
There was that time he threw his D.D.D. in the trash, lit his coat on fire
All harmless things
So, when he catches you attaching a can of whipped cream to... Something in the fridge, he immediately raises a brow at you
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Ahhh, just setting up a little surprise," You chuckled out
At first, he thinks it's for Beelzebub, but Asmodeus had taken him shopping with him earlier with the promise of free food afterward
"For..." Belphie trailed off, hearing footsteps nearing the kitchen
Immediately you close the fridge and take your seat in front of a plate of food you'd made yourself earlier. "Sit down," You whispered to the Avatar of Sloth
As he shuffled to a seat next to you, he realized what you were up to and put a hand over his mouth
Lucifer walked into the kitchen, greeting you and the youngest with a smile and a "Good morning."
You picked up a piece of the pancakes in front of you with a fork, putting it in your mouth and humming to yourself. "Luci? Could you pass me the butter?" You asked softly
Lucifer nodded, turning and opening the fridge
Immediately, whipped cream sprayed all over his face, some falling onto his chest
Belphegor bursted into a fit of laughter, immediately giving you a high-five and wiping a tear from his eye as he clutched his stomach
"Oh, that was good!" He choked out in between laughs
Lucifer turned to look at the youngest, wiping off a large portion of the whipped cream on his face
"Belphegor, did you do this?"
You snickered beside him, looking up at Lucifer
"I thought you'd like a snack, Luci~" You hummed out, giggling softly
Belphegor mentally prepared himself for a 45 minute lecture
There was a pause, making him shift a bit in his seat as his laughter died down
Suddenly, Lucifer began to laugh
It started out small
Then, his laughter boomed in the room, bouncing off of the walls
"Huh,"
This confused the fuck out of Belphie
Like, ummmm what
"You've gotten me, MC, well done. I needed that laugh." He said, walking over to you and wiping some whipped cream off of him, putting it on your nose
He dismissed himself, saying he was going to wash this off of him
Belphegor was silent for a moment
"Hm?"
"You get laughter and boops after pranks and I get lectures and scoldings... Favoritism at it's finest. The Anti-Lucifer League could make use of this."
He'd explain more, but he was getting too sleepy
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Shit was fun asf to write, thanks for requesting
I hope you enjoyed this, anon!
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lettersfrompanem · 3 months
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𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 || 𝒔𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒙 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
AU where Sejanus sees when Coriolanus switches the jabberjay on. (he doesn't die!)
Requested by @sejanusxfan (I added some things to the plot, but it doesn't change the req)
1554 words
warning(s): angst, Sejanus crying himself to sleep, hurt/comfort
“What are you doing? What’s that? You’re recording me now? What’re you gonna do with that? Send it to Dr. Gaul to see me hang?”
“I’m just trying to shake some sense into you, Sejanus! I told you, it’s a different world out here!”
“You’ve told me yourself: if I want to change things, I have to change them from within. And that’s what I’m doing — being the change I want to see!”
Coriolanus sighed. “Sejanus–”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Coriolanus Snow!” he yelled, not caring whether he was heard. In fact, he wanted to be heard. Let everyone know who Gent really was. “I don’t want to hear your shit any more. I thought we were friends, for fuck’s sake! How could you stoop so low? I don’t even recognize you anymore.”
How could he do this to him? They were friends, weren’t they? Sejanus shakes his head. At least he thought they were. It has been one-sided all along. But he realized much too late.
“Stupid!” he cries, tearing a picture to pieces. “You’re stupid! How could he…?” he collapses to his knees, curling up into a ball as violent sobs shake him. He sniffles and picks up another picture. “I hope you rot in that fucking penthouse of yours. I hope you end up alone, and trust me, it’ll happen. Even your cousin won’t dare to look into your eyes, I’ll see to that. She’ll run far away from you, hide somewhere. Just like Lucy Gray did. I hope you end your fucking days miserably, surrounded by those stinking roses, knowing you were once loved but that you’ll never be loved again. See you never, Coryo.” He spits at the photograph and throws it into the fire, watching it burn, being consumed by the flames. “I used to think you took me out of the arena because you cared about me. Now I know it’s not true. How could you, when the only thing you only cared for was your sorry ass? Someone must’ve forced you to go in there. Dr. Gaul. And that boy, Bobbin? I saw you killing him, and I thought you’d stop when he was already dead. But you didn’t. You just kept beating him. You liked that, didn’t you? How could’ve I been so blind? I’ll bet you never really liked me in the first place! God, I feel so stupid! I’m an idiot!” The anger was directed to Coriolanus, but since he wasn’t there, it bounced back to him.
If he knew, he’d punch everything in his room with profanities coming out of him. But he doesn’t know, so he just stays there, curled up, doing what he knows best — cry. Cry until he’s dry, until he’s left weak, until nothing is left any more.
When he wakes, he finds himself on his bed. Not on the bunk back at the base, but his own bed. Of course, he doesn’t remember the trip. You must’ve found him on the floor and took him, careful not to wake him, to the car and then drove off. He groans as he starts to sit up.
“Lay back down, Sej,” a voice behind him says. A voice he’d recognize anywhere, a voice that instantly melts all his worries away — yours. “I’m right here.”
He lets a smile creep up to his lips. “How did I… get here?” His voice is gravelly from sleep and the previous crying.
“I brought you here. Back home.”
“To Two?”
You giggle and shake your head. “No, Sej. You’re here, in the Capitol.”
“Oh.” He sounds disappointed, but he quickly apologizes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay. Whenever you feel like talking about what happened, just let me know, okay? I’ll be downstairs with your Ma.” Sejanus just nods. “Alright. I love you,” you plant a kiss on his cheek before heading to the door.
“Wait.” You turn around. “Stay. Please.” You nod and crawl back beside him while he wonders how on earth to tell you. “Thank you,” he mutters, before he drifts off to the dream realm. You stay awake by his side, stroking his shaved head and missing his curls. He doesn’t really want you to stop, so you don’t.
Hours later, the smell of something sweet cooking downstairs awakes Sejanus. “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty,” you greet him. He just giggles and blushes. “I’ll have to head back home soon, but not until you tell me what happened back there. I’ll let you freshen up and then we’ll talk, okay?” He nods, but makes no move to get up. “Or you could stay here a lil longer,” you chuckle. “Come on now, rise and shine, Sej–” you’re cut by his lips on yours. “Or you can do that, yeah,” you giggle. “C’mon.” You kiss his cheek and help him up. “Chop-chop!”
“Okay, fine. I’m up, I’m up.”
“Good. Now let’s get you up… there we go.”
“You gon’ come shower with me?”
“After you go,” you giggle.
“Fine.” He heads to the bathroom and closes the door behind him while you just lay back on the bed.
A few minutes later, the door opens, revealing a fresh-dressed Sejanus. You beam at him as he walks over to you. “Hey there. Smellin’ good,” you giggle.
“Better than how I did back in Twelve, that’s for sure.” He sits down next to you and sighs happily. But that happiness wears off when he remembers he has to tell you something. “You… you need to know what happened there.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m never gon’ be ready. The sooner, the better, I guess,” he shrugs. “You won’t like it. And you probably won’t believe me either. Just promise me you won’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you, Sej, I swear.”
“It’s about your brother.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, god. What’d he do now?”
“He almost got me hanged. For treason.”
You blink in astonishment. “He what?” He nods before telling you everything in detail. “The little bitch,” you murmur.
“I’ll be fine now that he’s in Two as an officer.”
“Yeah, about that, uh… he didn’t go to Two. He got dropped off here and was driven to the Citadel. He’s to study under Dr. Gaul’s wing.”
“I’m not safe here, then. I-I gotta go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Definitely not back to Twelve.”
“You are not going anywhere,” you shake your head. “You’re stayin’ with me. Better yet, I’m stayin’ with you. Here. If you let me.”
“Y-You will…? Really?” Sejanus asks, looking up at you.
“Yeah. I wanted to leave the penthouse for a while now. It just… wasn’t for me. And now that I know what he did to you, I don’t wanna go back. So, if you’ll let me…”
“Let you? Baby, you’re more than welcome here, you know that!”
“Thank you,” you smile and hug him. “I missed you so much.”
He happily returns the hug. “Missed you too.”
“Hey, aren’t you hungry?” you hum in question. “I am.”
“Yeah, let’s go downstairs.”
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“It was all delicious, as always,” you hum, wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin. Ma smiles. “I’m gonna call Tigris. I’ll be right back,” you say, standing up, but not before kissing Sejanus’s cheek.
“Okay,” he smiles, giggling like a schoolboy.
You head to the phone and dial your home’s number. After a few rings, a voice picks it up.
“Yes?”
“Tigris! It’s me,” you say. “Is Coriolanus with you?” Surely she’d sense something was off, since you never called him that.
“Uh… no. He left a while ago for Dr. Gaul’s class. D’you want me to take a message?”
“No, no. I wanted to talk to you. I’m staying here. To live, I mean.”
“What— why? Did something happen to Sejanus?”
“Almost. And it was all Coriolanus’s fault.”
“What’d he do?”
“He nearly sent him to the gallows.”
“Why would he do that? They’re friends, aren’t they?”
“It seems they weren’t, after all,” you sigh.
“Why? What happened?” she asked. So you tell her. “Did he really… just… god, I’m so sorry! I’m gonna talk to him and–”
“No,” you say firmly. “You’re not gonna mention it. Pretend you don’t know.”
“Alright. Do what you must. Protect him. I’ll… I’ll do my best around here.”
“And if he asks where I am?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make something up. And I’ll bring you some clothes.”
“Okay, thank you. I love you.”
“Love you too. Stay safe. Both of you.” With that, you hung up.
You walk back over to the table. “I’ll be staying with you guys now.” You turn to face Ma. “If you don’t mind.”
“Of course we don’t mind, sweetie. Anything to make my boy happy,” she smiles. Sejanus blushes and looks at you, beaming still.
“Thank you for taking me in.”
“No problem. I’ll always be here for you, baby,” he hums, making Ma gush.
“I’ll always be here for you too,” I smile. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Should we go back upstairs now?” you ask, still smiling.
“I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”
“Right. But shouldn’t we tidy up the table first…?”
“You go,” Ma nods. “I’ll handle this.”
“Are you sure? We can he–”
“Don’t. Really, I’ll be fine. You guys do whatever you want.” Turning to Sejanus, she winks at him. “Just try not to be too loud,” she whispers to him.
“Ma…!” he protests.
She just giggles. “Off you pop!”
“Well,” you laugh. “You heard your Ma. We should probably go upstairs.”
“Yeah. We should.”
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅!
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months
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Hiiii bfr i send my req, just wanna say i love your acc sm!! Could you pls write any tooth-rotting domestic fluff (can also drop a hint of suggestiveness hehe) abt jean pls? My idea would be abt his lover trying out her new lipstick where she cheekily smothers him with kisses just to see if it's transfer-proof heheh. Thank youu <33!!!
pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader
word count: just under 1k
warnings: nothing, just fluffff :) ok maybe a little bit of suggestiveness at the end ;)
a/n: i love jean so much this is an epic request i hope you like it :)) sorry it took so long ily & i’m happy you like my account
you and jean had been going out for quite some time now. tonight would mark your three year anniversary. it was funny to think about; time flies when you’re in love. you could’ve sworn you just met jean yesterday. jean had that way about him, that effortless, sweep you off your feet type of deal. he had never once stopped making you feel loved or needed through out the entirety of your relationship.
there’s a dinner planned tonight. jean’d organized everything himself. he always took care of all the little things like picking the place and making reservations. he even took the liberty of buying you a new dress to wear, accompanied by a matching set of heels and a little tube of a burgundy-red lipstick. your heart swells when you come home and see it on your bed. jean leans against the door frame and clears his throat, making you jump a little.
“do you like them?” he asks. he doesn’t need you to answer. jean knows you so well he knows you love him. your answer just gives him that extra satisfaction.
“i love all of it. it’s amazing. thank you, jean.” you mean it sincerely. your fingers find their way to the lipstick. it was expensive.
“don’t thank me yet, baby. we’ve still got to get you dressed and to the restaurant.” jean walks over to where you stand by the bed. he gently takes the lipstick out of your hand and examines it. “hmm..”
“what?”
“i just think it’ll look good on you, that’s all.” he sets the tube back on the bed and kisses you on the top of your head. “now go get in the shower.”
the shower is nice and warm. you can’t help but feel a growing pit in the bottom of your stomach. you were nervous. the good type of nervous. it wasn’t often you had the time to get all dolled up. jean knew how much you loved getting all pretty but he loved it even more. he loved to spoil you. he loved the way you look in a dress. you couldn’t help but feel you need to uphold a certain standard. you wanted to feel beautiful, especially on a night like tonight.
after drying off and doing your hair, you slip into the dress you’d found laying on your bed earlier. it’s a little black dress with bits of lace here and here. it conforms to your body, hugging your hips. you had to admit, you looked damn good. “jean?” you called as you opened the bathroom door.
within seconds, your boyfriend is there. “yes, baby? what’sa matter?”
“do you like it?” you whispered, smoothing your dress out with your palms. jean’s eyes slowly trailed all the way down from your head. his eyes made their way back up to yours.
“you look gorgeous.” his eyes said everything. “you’re forgetting something, though.” jean furrowed an eyebrow and brushed a hand against the side of your warm face. he turned away without another word and headed to grab the tube of lipstick you left on the bed.
“oh, duh.” you laughed at yourself. you reached a hand out to take the makeup from him. he pulled his hand back. “i kind of need that if i want to wear it.” you cocked your head and crossed your arms.
jean just chuckled and shook his head. “don’t be a smart ass, (y/n.) get your cute self a little closer.” he snaked a hand around your waist and pulled you towards him. “open your mouth.” it came out in a whisper.
“jean, what?”
“do you trust me?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. you nodded your head reluctantly. you did trust him but hell, did he make you nervous. you parted your lips, shallow breaths coming out of them. he grabbed your chin and lifted it up. he’s staring into your eyes and you can’t help but take in just exactly how handsome he is. your cheeks flushed as if you haven’t been living with him for almost two years. he flicked open the lipstick and raised it gently to your open lips. jean squinted his eyes in concentration. the lipstick glided against your lips smoothly. jean’s hazel eyes met yours once more. you rubbed your lips together slightly as he capped the lipstick.
“well?” you wondered outloud.
“it suits you perfectly. suppose i really know my lady, huh?”
“i think it’d suit you too, handsome.” you purred as a devilish smile crept across your face.
“i love you but you’re crazy if you think i’m wearing lipstick.” before jean could say another word, you stood on your tippy toes and grabbed the sides of his face. you smooshed your lips right against his cheekbone and held them there for a second. you pulled away to see a perfect stamp of your lips, the burgundy popping against his skin.
a smile formed slowly on jean’s face. the smile turned into a grin with shades of red rushing into his cheeks. he rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.
“damn. i’m thinking we’re going to be a little late, baby.”
you drop your hands and cross them behind your back. jean had made you feel beautiful. he would have made you feel that way even if he hadn’t said anything. you could see it in his eyes and you could feel it in his touch, just how much he adored you.
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least-carpet · 8 months
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For the shipping ask game, Xicheng and Chengxian?
Hello, anon! This got wildly out of hand, so it's all going under a cut.
Xicheng: Could Ship It
Borrowing this additional option I saw floating around!
I'm not strongly opposed to it, but it's hard for me to see them making it work in a canon universe. The fanart is very cute, though! And I've read some AUs that I thought made a good case, but they involved some thoughtful interventions.
What potential do you see in the ship?
Honestly, like, I just want them to both have something nice, they've had such a hard time. They both understand the hard work and sacrifices involved in sect leadership. I think the argument for it goes something like Jiang Cheng gets a person on his side who is kind to him, and Lan Xichen gets someone who's very reliable and also pretty direct, to heal his presumed post-canon trust issues.
What aspect makes you hesitant?
It just doesn't seem to me that they really enjoy each other? Like I believe they get along just fine and have a comfortable working relationship. I don't think they dislike each other, even. But they don't seem particularly close, even though they're of a rank and have been working with each other for years and years. I want my blorbo (Jiang Cheng) to be loved for his bad personality, not in spite of it!
I also think they would really struggle to communicate—Lan Xichen prefers to smooth things over, but Jiang Cheng reads too much reserve or politeness as rejection and, uh, gets reactive (thank you Jiang Fengmian for giving him the MOST deranged daddy issues, for real). Actually, I think Lan Xichen has a lot of potential to push a lot of Jiang Cheng's dad-related buttons just because of his temperament. (Maybe that's a plus? CRUNCHY.)
It also has the potential to cause some new and exciting political problems for them, which they both prefer to avoid.
Chengxian: Ship It
[lies face-down on the floor and starts hollering]
These two make me fuckin' insane!
What made you ship it?
Two things:
Their mutually happy childhood relationship, their initially compatible dysfunctions (Jiang Cheng is easily embarrassed but secretly wants affection, Wei Wuxian is bad at boundaries and WILL die if you don't pay attention to him -> Wei Wuxian touching Jiang Cheng all the time and receiving his attention, making both of them happy). Their enjoyment of each other. I love a badly-boundaried and devoted teenage relationship, it's delightful. Even before chengxian completely rotted my brain out, there was something specifically appealing about the Lan summer camp era.
The double golden core reveal took me out. I found Wei Wuxian's decision completely appalling to begin with, like viscerally disgusting. (I find it interesting when antis accuse Jiang Cheng of pretending to be upset when he finds out, or of not caring where the new core came from, because I, reader who did not get nonconsensual magic surgery, profoundly Did Not Like It. If it was my own body, I would freak out.) It's a fascinating combination of obsessive devotion and total denial of agency. Wei Wuxian is just like, "Don't worry, I will invent new and unheard of methods of violation for your own good because I can't cope with your despair." That's deranged, my dude. That is Not Normal. And then you find out that Jiang Cheng lost the core saving Wei Wuxian, and he plans to NEVER TELL HIM ABOUT IT. God damn it.
I don't even really care if they kiss, although it's fun when they do. Just reconcile! Reconcile!
What are your favourite things about the ship?
In no particular order:
In a text that is largely pro-Wei Wuxian—not in the sense that everything he does is moral, but in the sense that he's the cool protagonist, and he gets to kick ass and solve mysteries and have a happy ending—this relationship is one that highlights his weaknesses and failures in a very humanizing way. And in order to reconcile, he would actually really have to challenge himself and grow as a person, which I love for him. (I also think Jiang Cheng would have to struggle for it, but, like, dude has demonstrated the capacity to do hard and terrible things even when confronted with his own weaknesses. He's not gonna be cool about it, and he's going to cry and bitch the whole time, but if he thinks it needs to be done and it can be done, he'll do it.)
The lack of boundaries within the relationship, which is a product of the lack of clarity of the type of relation to each other. Are they friends? Are they martial brothers or real brothers? If Wei Wuxian is Jiang Cheng's shixiong, but Jiang Cheng is also Wei Wuxian's sect leader, which takes precedence? (It's clear what should take precedence, but Wei Wuxian just straight-up does not Respect His Authority, even though—by all available evidence—Jiang Cheng is a really good leader. But that lack of respect is also a form of intimacy.) It's super, super messy.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
By lying to him so extensively, and then by failing to show up for any of his commitments without any explanation, Wei Wuxian really did betray Jiang Cheng a whole bunch of times, and Jiang Cheng's resulting betrayal trauma really is his fault.
You break it, you bought it, coward! Stop running away! (For legal purposes, this is a joke.)
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jut-and-dae-enthusiast · 10 months
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Case 143! //h.h.j\\
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HyunjinxPlusSized!Reader, kinda slow burn? Friends to loversssss, she fell first he fell HARDER, flufffff
Warnings: a bit of like self-image stuff but not too much. Not edited as well as it could be. Tooth rotting fluff tbh. Hyunjin is a simp but ofc he is.
“Why do I keep getting attracted?? I cannot explain this reaction.”
Hyunjin thought he would never see you romantically, that is until he realizes too late that he’s fallen head over heels for you.
The day you met Hwang Hyunjin was chaotic from the very start. You had managed to sleep through all three of your alarms, barely made it in time for work, and thought your bad luck was over when you arrived at the coffee shop. However, as you quickly turned from the counter after grabbing your large iced macchiato, you ran directly into Hyunjin, who had been waiting his turn.
“Oh my god! I’m so so sorry!” You apologize profusely, looking for the nearest napkin dispenser. He was still in shock, looking down at his now stained sweater. “Um, I can buy you a new one?” You suggest, trying your best to clean up your mess without being weird and gropey.
“This sweater was a custom limited edition Prada.” He muttered, looking sadly down at himself. You felt your heart drop into your ass at the realization that this sweater was probably worth more than your entire existence.
“Oh, uh, well…” you trail off, still dabbing napkins against his sweater as your face flushes bright red.
“Don’t worry about it.” He gently rests his hands on yours and pushes them towards you. “I have a really good dry cleaner.” He gives a small smile and turns to leave.
“Let me at least buy you a coffee?” You grab his arm, stopping him before he could leave. “I need a replacement anyway.” You shrug sheepishly. He gives you a once over, trying to decide if you should be trusted before shrugging and agreeing.
“I’ll take an iced americano.” He replies softly before taking a seat in the corner.
Thus began your wonderful friendship. Hyunjin made it clear pretty early on that you weren’t his type, talking to you about the girls he liked or hooked up with. Almost in too much detail at times. He didn’t see you romantically, just as someone to hang out with. Someone who listened to him and liked to sit in silence with him while he painted.
At first, of course, you thought he was cute. You have eyes. But realizing he wasn’t interested in anything like that with you was enough to push you past those feelings quickly. Now, well over two years later, you two have settled into a comfortable platonic relationship.
“What do you need, Jinnie?” You answered the random FaceTime from your best friend, applying makeup to your face.
“Huh? What are you getting all dolled up for?” He asked, clearly forgetting whatever reason he had called you for before.
“I have a date tonight. One of my coworkers set me up with a friend of hers.” You responded simply, dabbing on some lipstick and not even looking at your phone.
Hyunjin was quiet for a moment, watching you with furrowed brows. What was this feeling stirring in his stomach? Surely it wasn’t what he thought it was.
“Have you met this guy before?” He finally asked, clearing his throat.
“Uh, no. But I trust my friend. She wouldn’t set me up with anyone weird.” You shrug, now glancing over to see his concerned look. “Hyunjin, you go out with girls all the time. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly being protective.” You tease, laughing and shaking your head.
“No, it’s not anything like that. I’m just concerned… as your best friend…I want you to be safe.” He tried to argue, but the feeling in his gut kept growing and latching onto every fiber of his being.
How dare someone else get to see her beautiful smile. See how pretty she is with all of her makeup done- Oh my god, what? Get a hold of yourself, Hwang Hyunjin.
Hyunjin shook his head and dismissed the weird thoughts.
“Why did you call, Jinnie?” You asked, eyes narrowing on him in concern.
“Oh, I was just wanting to hang out while I paint. But you have plans, so no worries. Guess it’s just me and Spotify tonight.” He gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and waves before signing off.
A few weeks later, the two of you met up for a late night movie night. You wore what you normally would, a t-shirt and baggy pajama shorts, since you had no one to impress. When Hyunjin gave you a questioning brow, you teased him by saying,
“Changbin isn’t here, so there’s no point in dressing up.” Which earned you his signature side eye and made you laugh. You found your spot on the couch, scrolling through your phone while Hyunjin grabbed the snacks from the kitchen.
“They didn’t have the chips you like, so I-“ He stops short when he glances up at you sitting on the couch. His eyes locked onto your bare legs, which he had seen a million times at this point, and felt his heart lurch. You looked up at him in confusion, your brow slightly furrowing.
“Which ones did you get?” You reached out for him to hand you the chips, but he was frozen. You stand up and gently pull the bag from his hands, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re being weird.” You mutter before turning and taking your seat on the couch.
“I’ll be right back.” He quickly leaves the room, heading straight for the bathroom. Once inside, he splashes his face with cold water, patting his cheeks frantically. He then looks himself squarely in the eye through the mirror. “Get a grip, Hwang. This doesn’t even make sense. You just haven’t been with someone in a while. Yeah, just touch starved. That’s it.”He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths to steady his heart. After he finally calmed himself enough, he reemerged into the living room with a small smile on his face.
“You okay, bestie?” You looked up at him in concern. “I’m sorry if I took it too far with the Changbin thing. I was just joking.” You had clearly spent the last ten minutes wondering what could have upset him.
“No, it’s not that! It’s nothing, actually. I just had a weird stomach cramp.” He smiled assuringly and took his seat beside you. However, he almost immediately realized that he had sat too close and your arms were pressed up against one another.
“Feeling a bit clingy, are we?” You teased while leaning into him and he could feel the red slap its way onto his cheeks and quickly spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize-“ He moved to scoot away, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s not like this is the first time we’ve sat this close.” You rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the movie. He, however, couldn’t look away from your side profile. The curve of your nose, your lips that pouted without even trying.
The second you left his apartment that night, he basically ran to his studio and began sketching you from his memory. Putting love and care into every single curve and freckle. It was frantic- his heart racing the entire time, his fingers trembling. As he sat back from his drawing, gasping for air, it finally dawned on him.
“Oh my god, I’m in love with her.” He muttered, all of the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. He was wracking his brain trying to understand when this happened, how this had happened. He swore he hadn’t been interested in you, that you were far from his type. He immediately stood up and began pacing his studio, muttering to himself and trying to figure out how this could have occurred.
Before he knew it, morning had come and he hadn’t gotten a minute of sleep. He entered dance practice that day looking like a zombie, especially with the dark bags under his eyes. The guys kept asking him what was on his mind, but he waved them off and gave excuses. He had barely grasped what this was, he wasn’t going to have them teasing him on top of it.
To make matters even worse, they had a comeback right at that time and so he wasn’t able to see you even if he had wanted to. Time seemed to drag on but he soon realized that it had been a month since he had last seen you. Since he realized his feelings. He found himself missing you, scrolling through his camera roll and looking at the photos he had of you. Textbook definition of lovesick (even though he hadn’t confessed his feelings yet). Being ever the observant one, Seungmin caught on rather quickly. He also had happened to glance over Hyunjin’s shoulder and see him sketching your smiling face on his iPad.
“Does y/n know you like her?” Seungmin asked quietly one morning over breakfast. Hyunjin choked on his soup, looking up at his member with wide eyes.
“What are you talking about?” He tried to ask cooly, but the terrified look in his eyes was dead giveaway that Seungmin was right.
“Hyung, it’s written all over your face. I’m guessing you haven’t confessed then.” The younger one nodded to himself and took a bite of his rice.
“I… I don’t know if I should. We have a good thing going right now. I think I’m just being greedy.” Hyunjin shook his head and sighed.
“You’ll never know how she feels until you tell her, Hyung.” Seungmin warned as he stood from the table and took his dishes over to the sink.
It had been at least a week since you had spoken with Hyunjin. While you missed him a lot, you also wanted to check in on him. He had been distant lately. So, you grabbed your phone and sent him a message.
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He quickly stood up and quietly went to his room, shutting the door behind him. Just like magic, your face popped up on his screen. He opened the FaceTime call and smiled softly.
“Hey bestie! Haven’t heard from you in a while, so I just wanted to make sure you still liked me.” You teased, laughing. His eyes widened, afraid you had found out his secret. “Not like that, dummy! I already know that one.” You were sure his reaction was because he was shocked you made that assumption.
“R-right. Yeah, you’re still my bestie.” He smiled, his heart rate slowing. He felt like he was going to melt into the floor at the sight of your relieved smile. Had you always been this pretty? It seemed amplified now that he was pining for you. “Uh, have things been good for you?” He tried to seem normal as to not key you in to the fact that he was definitely memorizing the way your hair fell into your face right now so he could draw it later.
“It’s been good! I miss you, though. My work friends are okay, but who am I supposed to watch dramas with when you’re gone?” You laughed at yourself and felt a little sheepish at your admission. “Can we do a self-care drama night when you get back? I just got some nice face masks.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” He smiled dreamily as he thought about it. He definitely wouldn’t feel nervous the entire time, no way. He’s the rizz-master.
His hands trembled so badly when he tapped on your door that he nearly dropped the drinks he was holding in his other hand. Why was he so nervous? He had done this a hundred times by now, if not more. His mind went completely blank when you opened the door in your baggy t-shirt and sweats.
“Bestie!” You pull him inside and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. The sudden skinship had his heart pounding even harder than it was before. You pull away from the hug and smile up at him. “I’ve got everything ready! I’ll stick these in the fridge.” You take the drinks from his hand and disappear into your apartment.
Hyunjin wandered over to sit on the couch, wiping his now clammy hands on his sweats hoping you won’t notice. You sit beside him and excitedly begin pulling stuff out for your self-care night.
“Your headband, sir.” You hand him the llama one you had picked out for him a while ago, then you grab your frog one and you both push your hair back from your faces. “You’ve been traveling a lot, so I picked this one out for you.” You explain as you open a face pack and lean over to put it on his face. Normally, he leans in and closes his eyes, “sitting pretty” as you mentally called it. However, this time he moved out of the way with wide eyes.
“I-uh- I can do it!” He reaches for the mask, but you pull back frowning.
“We’ve always put them on for eachother… why are you being weird?… Do you have a new girlfriend?” You searched his face for answers, only to see his eyes somehow go even wider as his head shakes quickly.
“No! Definitely not!” He makes an “x” with his hands and aggressively shakes his head. “I just- whatever. Just put it on.” He leans in, his eyes closed and waits for you to gently put the mask on. Every touch feels like shocks of electricity, so much so that he finds himself holding back shivers.
“There we go.” You say slightly and sit back, admiring his handsome face before he opens his eyes and looks back at you. He quietly grabs your face mask and opens it, hesitantly reaching forward to put it on. Your eyes are closed, complete trust in him as you lean forward slightly.
“How did that double date go?” Hyunjin asked later as you two were letting your masks set and watching a drama.
“That was like forever ago, Hyune.” You tease, rolling your eyes. “I mean, it was fine. But he just wasn’t really into me. I could tell he didn’t expect me to look like this,” she gestures to herself as a whole, “when he agreed to the date. I guess I’m a bit of a catfish.” She giggled, shaking her head. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked you over.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, so I don’t get what his problem was. And you look nice in all of your pictures, yeah, but you look just as lovely in person. He must be an idiot.” He grumbled, focusing on the tv.
“Jinnie! People are allowed to have a type. You have one and I’ve never said a word about it.” you tried to reason, looking at him in shock.
“Your type doesn’t determine whose name your heart chooses to call.” He says seriously, looking into your eyes. You feel the mood shift, see the intensity of his gaze. “I… I have been… realizing some things lately. About myself. And uh… about you.” His hands are trembling in his lap, but he knew he had to get this out now. “Y/n, you’ve been by my side for so long now. Through a lot of things. And I’m sorry it took me this long to see you. Truly see you.”
“Hyunjin, what’s happening right now?” Was all you could muster, eyes wide as you watched him carefully. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.” You warned, frowning.
“It’s not a joke, y/n. I… I love you. I have for so long that when I finally realized it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart calls your name. I find myself doodling sketches of you without even realizing. I-” He pauses, realizing his rambling and looks down. You sit there in stunned silence, your brows furrowed and eyes set directly on him. “Please say something. Anything. I-I know this is sudden, but I can’t help-“ before he can finish, you cross the space between the two of you and gently place a kiss on his lips. He lets out a squeak of surprise but melts into you immediately after, his hands holding your face tenderly.
When you finally pull away, you can almost see the hearts swirling in his eyes. There’s no need for words as the two of you smile at one another, gazes full of love.
“Thanks for finally seeing me, Hyunjin.”
(I got the Inspo for this from a “would skz date a plus sized person” tiktok and now we are here. Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗)
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Hi, I love a lot of your meta and analyses. Especially for Arcane. One thing that's bothering me is what exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1? It's odd how Vander seems to say he's worse than enforcers, and Benzo even calls him an animal and immediately tries to charge at Silco after Grayson's death. But we know that Silco only became this ruthless AFTER his attempted murder by Vander. So during the old times when Vander and Benzo knew him, Silco was apparently a "weak man" who wasn't nearly as violent as Vander. So what gives?
Sure, the "animal" line could just be because of the brutal way he killed Grayson and the enforcers, but idk, the way he immediately charges Silco no questions asked seems to indicate something deeper. It's funny too, because Silco murdered only the enforcers that were arresting Vander, and didn't even want to kill Vander until he rejected Silco's plan and refused to join him. So if Benzo just stayed calm and kept his hands to himself Silco would've probably kidnapped them both. Hell, without Benzo's murder hanging over Vander's head, maybe he could've even be persuaded to rejoin Silco for another try at revolution? But the story needs him to refuse, so ofc Benzo had to die.
I'm just wondering why exactly, if Silco was known as the less violent one before Vander tried to kill him, then why do Benzo and Vander in act 1 treat him like he's been a devil the whole time. Did they maybe catch wind of his unpleasant activities while he was underground and building his revolution plans?
Hi Anon! What a great ask! And thank you, you make me blush. It's nice that my horrendous Arcane brain rot actually serves some purpose somehow x'D
This is a very good question and a difficult one—because of the writers. I'm not sure if they really know or care to make sense of Silco and Vander's past. The timeline is shaky and vague. I think they were happy to leave things quite mysterious. Some of us desperately try to unravel it, but the bulk of viewers took it all at face value and concluded that Silco is a horrible man who did horrible things.
This is not me bashing other fans, all theories are valid, but I must admit sometimes I wonder if the Arcane writers managed to convey their point across. Because I've seen quite a few people theorise that Silco did something truly horrible and 'deserved' to be killed by Vander, despite the lack of evidence or accusation, or the show going to great length to harp about Vander's potential for change, of his "monster within" who caves in skulls with his fists.
(Not to mention the casual fans who thought the sun shone out of Vander's ass because they couldn't see past Vi's pov and didn't do dozens of obsessive rewatches like yours truly).
My point is that their relationship is pretty complicated and there are plenty of dissenting theories. And I think a lot of people go one way or the other precisely around those moments you mention. I'm going to give you my theory, but it's very fanon. I'm genuinely a lot less certain about this than some of my other meta. It's just what gels for me considering how I interpret the rest of the show.
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I'm going to put this under a cut, because there's a lot!
What exactly was Silco's reputation among the Lanes in act 1?
I don't think Silco was weak. That's him reframing his trauma. Not just weak physically (like obviously he could never fight Vander off fairly), but for having trusted him. Weak for not seeing the betrayal coming, and not coming on top of that conflict. He calls his old self weak because he must believe in his own progress, his own resurrection into a being who can enact his plans at last. 
I think Silco was a beacon of hope and zealotry. I think he was a propaganda machine. Young Silco united a lot of Zaun under the banner of his dream. He probably worked hard, and led the movement. From the way their dialogue goes, the accusation of betrayal, saying "I trusted you", and the manner of Silco's attitude around Vander, I'm of the (generally not that popular) sentiment that Silco was the leader of the early rebellion, and that Vander was his follower. Most likely his right hand man.
In fic I've theorised that Vander, who tells Vi he used to always be so angry and violent, didn't have a channel for said violence until Silco gave him structure and a purpose. Directed that violence at Piltover, at creating (read, carving out) the Lanes.
Which, FYI, are NEVER clarified. We don't know if it's a business model or a territory or both. Writers truly don't care to explain it.
Anyway, Silco speaks of "our dream" and then uses "brother" with a LOT of irony laced in, in reply to Vander's own use of the term. They used to be brothers in arms and Vander believed in that dream. We also know that Vander used to fight for the cause and claims he's "not that man anymore".
He basically was fighting for team Silco—team Zaun—right until the day of the betrayal.
Then we're told by Vander that Silco had his respect, the Lanes' respect, "but that... was never enough for you". We're also told by Sevika that Vander created the Lanes.
This suggests to me that Silco and Vander created the Lanes together. 
I assume that over time Vander started seeing Silco's plans as too greedy, while leading the Lanes seemed ideal. 'Good enough', if you will. Vander is small minded where Silco is aiming for the sun. One wants too little and the other too much. Silco says they 'shared a vision, dreams of freedom, not just for the Lanes but for the whole of the Underground, united as One'. They used to dream of Zaun together... And then Vander realised Silco would tear the Lanes apart if it would serve his purpose (to attack Piltover). 
I think he didn't believe it'd work (and given what we see of Piltover vs. Zaun before shimmer, it might not have), and realised he wanted to rule the Lanes. Vander would now see Silco's dreams as too dangerous.
I know some people in the Zaundads community who theorised that Vander was influenced in turning on Silco by Benzo or others. It's not my prefered theory.
I think Vander wanted the Lanes for himself, and knew that Silco was too zealous to ever stop. We don't know why he got so (intimately) violent. Why they were in the Pilt. We see Vander first very cold, slowly drowning Silco, then very hot and brutal, once he's been hurt. I think he was very different indeed from the genial Vander we know in arc 1. Young Vander is the guy who carved the Lanes with his fists. The guy who built the reputation old Vander still coasts on. A guy known by foreigners! In short, it doesn't really help to look at him through the old Vander lens. He did what he did..
And THEN, he hid the (most likely black and contaminated) wound from Silco's knife. While Silco wears his scar unashamed for what must be a decade or two, Vander has his arm constantly covered. This speaks of shame to me. We know he had regrets too :
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Truly a young, impulsive, violent man, who rushed into a bad decision and has regretted it since. I can picture a young Vander missing his best friend, his guiding light, and yet finally becoming the leader he wanted to be. Curtailing Silco's uprising entirely and settling, at least until his own revolt. 
We know there was only one time where the rebellion went ahead, and that was well after Silco left. Vander, to the assembled Lanes people, says "we crossed that bridge once before". It's the era where he still had Silco's respect, but was immediately followed by his pact with Grayson. Which Silco knew of.
Sorry... I'm rambling to try and get all the details in... Almost there.
Finally we come to Vander holding his (shamefully hidden) wound and saying "there's worse things than enforcers out there, we both know that."
And I'm not sure WHAT HE MEANS!! Like, this is not proof he knows Silco is alive. My personal feeling is that Vander believes there's a chance Silco might be alive, but he's not actively taking precautions like that's a possibility. Silco's attack wouldn't have come out of left field and taken them so completely by surprise otherwise.
There are plenty of things worse than enforcers. Including himself!! He could mean competing chembarons. He could mean someone wanting his seat. He could mean anything, it's infuriating. 
Anyway, I think Vander came back from the Pilt with a bad stab wound and a story. I think he told everyone that Silco attacked him and died. That he turned traitor. Or any other bullshit story. But I believe he did what any new illegitimate ruler does, and shat all over Silco's reputation. Or else cried some crocodile tears over him and called him dead. But Silco never stepped back into the open, so Vander making him persona non grata is more likely. 
Whatever the case, Vander had completely taken over the Lanes by the time Silco was in good enough health to show up.
Did they run into each other? Did Vander scare him off again? I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Vander looks way too shocked when he realises who's showing up at the murder party. This isn't the expression of someone who is used to thwarting schemes. This isn't the Batman's face when the Joker appears with mischief around a street corner.
Meanwhile, why would Benzo react so negatively to Silco? The well respected man who was betrayed (a fact Vander owns up to and APOLOGISES for), who was half drowned and mutilated by Vander's hand... Yet Benzo immediately calls him an animal (which, you're right, could be in reaction to stepping into a mass killing—which, fair), and tells him to "crawl back into whatever hole he came out of."
I feel like this is the reaction of someone who thinks "wow, it's the cunt who harmed my bestie 20 years ago and (insert Vander's lies about him). Who knew he was still alive?"
Meanwhile, Vander looks like it's judgement day. I think he has excellent reasons to be afraid. He stole the Lanes, destroyed Silco's dreams, ruined his rep, drove him out of the Underground... and somehow Silco stayed under the radar all this time? And now he's got killer monsters? Of course he'd be scared. Vander knows how intense Silco used to be, and knows how guilty he himself is. I think he believes all bets are off. Precisely because Silco never had a reputation as a weak man. 
I mean, consider! If Vander was mega violent under Silco's guidance... If they built the Lanes together... If Silco was the leader who helped Vander redirect his rage... Then Silco clearly didn't mind being extremely violent. He didn't mind unleashing "the Hound" on the people who stood in the way of Zaun. 
((I think Silco's "weak" narrative is a self soothing framing device. That he's recontextualising himself, making a philosophy of life. After all, he tries to use these same terms to speak to Jinx about her own trauma, while failing to grasp that while he was at his weakest, Powder was at her strongest. His personal motto of letting the weak die doesn't work for Jinx.))
It's very revealing that Vander says "Benzo stay back!" and Silco says "you never did know when to walk away." Like if he'd stayed back and then walked away, he'd have been fine. I fully agree that this tells us that Vander thinks Silco is only after him. That he wouldn't kill Benzo needlessly. Needless deaths were probably never Silco's style, as someone wanting to 'unite' the Underground. And after all, he's not even here to kill Vander, but to recruit him.
So, yeah... In conclusion (at last lol) 
Silco was never weak, simply too big a dreamer, someone who wouldn't surrender his lofty ideals for the reality of being one of the most powerful men in the Undercity. Ultimately he got in young Vander's way. Vander impulsively sacrificed Silco for his own desire to rule the Lanes. Then he turned around, shameful and regretful, and lied to everyone about it as he usurped Silco's place and became the Lanes' sole leader. 
(I personally theorised in several fics that the last Drop was actually Silco's, and that Vander took over it after the betrayal, partially explaining why Silco never leaves the place after his own takeover. Complicated feelings + it was his and fuck Vander lol)
I don't believe Benzo or Vander have any clue about Silco's plans, and simply react based on what they know and imagine (Benzo based on whatever Vander told him, and Vander based on how fucked he has to be and how insanely dedicated Silco must still be). I believe Vander has a lot of double agents in his midst (Sevika, Syd), and people who've been keeping tabs on him for years. 
Counter-argument : Marcus says he spoke to one of Vander's "old friends" and that he "wasn't always so peaceful". You could think this may have tipped Vander off... But how many people did he leave behind or crush when creating the Lanes? How many people hate him for leading the failed uprising? I think it's still plausible that Vander doesn't suspect Silco's involvement. 
Vander just lacks cunning. Another final argument for him being totally clueless is that he had a direct line to Grayson, and a quick, 'Hey, okay I'll tell you who stole your stuff' pointing fingers towards Silco would have entirely solved the situation for him.
Yet he never is shown to consider it. 
PHEW. I think that covers it?? I think I covered every point? At least that's how I interpret this situation, even though it relies heavily on my own fanon readings of the timeline and a lot of other details. 
If anyone disagrees with this, or wants to double down, as always go crazy. I love me a meta pile on. 
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to-thelakes · 1 month
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built to fall (4)
pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader
series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface
series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply
warnings for this part; MDNI (minors do not interact) sexual content, tooth-rotting fluff, domestic fluff, smut, oral (m receiving), reader sucks luke off while he's on the phone (idk what kink that is), slight praise kink, soft!dom reader but also not totally sub!luke
notes; right, this is my like second time ever writing a bj so uhm, i'm sorry if it's absolutely atrocious, this is also the last part i have fully written that i'm mostly happy with so this is the last of the updates for today (excuse the spam) but yes! i hope you enjoy the whore-ish fantasies, and there are more to come ;)
tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe
ao3 / masterlist
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The drive to the dog sitter’s had been short but you were grinning the entire time. Being in the car with Luke, basking in his presence made you so smitten. Part of you knew that it was ridiculous to have fallen this hard but you wanted nothing more than to be with him.
Luke had offered that you headed into the house with him to pick Roxy up but you said that you would be fine to wait in the car. You didn’t want to stress Roxy out if she didn’t know who you were. Roxy was well-trained and Luke had tried to tell you that but you wanted to let her approach you if she wanted to.
And she did. The second that Luke had gotten out of the house, thanking the dog sitter profusely, Roxy began to tug on her leash to get to you.
“Oh hello, hello, gorgeous,” You fawned over Roxy as she bounded up to you. The dog frantically sniffed at your legs and hand when you offered it before she looked back at Luke. Then she went back to you and you knelt down to stroke her. Roxy loved the attention and she couldn’t help but nudge into your hands. It seemed that she liked you. Luke was glad.
You scritched around her ears and her tail wouldn’t stop wagging as you mumbled praises to her. Luke watched with an adoring smile, letting you give her all the attention Roxy wanted rather than splitting the two of you up.
“You happy that your dad is home, huh? I would be very happy, now he can give you all the attention that you need, yeah?” You continued to fawn. But then Roxy suddenly turned away from you and looked up at Luke. He chuckled and leant down, stroking Roxy.
“You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?” He said, his voice softened as he gave her all the attention that she had been deprived of while he was away. He then leant forward and pressed a kiss to her head before he stood up, “She’s gonna go in the back so just get in the front,” Luke explained and you nodded. You opened the passenger side and slid into the seat while Luke opened the car door. He coaxed Roxy in and she perched down on the backseat. Then he unclipped the leash and placed it in the footwell before he closed the door.
He then returned to the driver’s seat and glanced back at Roxy. She had settled nicely into the backseat but he noticed how you had moved your hand so that she could nuzzled her nose into it. It was a sweet gesture and Roxy seemed to appreciate the little bit of attention that she got even though she was being relegated to the backseat.
“She’s so cute,” You mumbled as you looked over at Luke. He grinned and started the car up.
“Oh, trust me, I know,” He said before he started to drive back towards his house. You couldn’t help the grin that overtook your face.
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You squealed as Roxy practically knocked you over. The two of you had been playing tug of war with one of her toys and you had lost your balance, falling onto your ass in Luke’s living room. He was in the kitchen, making drinks for the both of you which meant Roxy had you all to herself.
The dog was on top of you now, still fighting with you for the toy while you giggled and tried to get up but you knew this was her way of asserting her win. You let out a defeated sigh and let go of the toy.
“I give in. You win,” You said to the dog. Roxy seemed happy with that and she clambered off you to go and chew on the toy happily in the corner. But you stayed lying on the floor, giggling to yourself as your arm rested over your eyes. After you had picked Roxy up, the three of you had gone on a walk around the neighbourhood before returning home for some lunch.
Roxy had been given some food and the two of you made rice bowls. The entire day had been so domestic and you felt like you were dreaming. Part of you thought that this would be all some cruel prank but when Luke returned with your glass of water and his coffee, you hoped that this wasn’t all a dream.
“Why are you on the floor?” Luke asked as he walked around the sofa to put the drinks on the coffee table.
“Roxy defeated me,” You said, moving your arm away from your eyes so you could look up at him. He chuckled softly at your words before glancing at the dog. Roxy was happily chewing on her toy in her dog bed. She looked very peaceful and not like the menace that he knew that she really was. He then glanced back at you.
“I think you gave up too easily,” He stated. You scoffed, placing your hand dramatically over your heart.
“I did not! She’s a very good fighter, thank you,” You stated as you pulled yourself to sit up. He nodded, clearly exaggerating the gesture as a way to mock you. You narrowed your eyes and then got to your feet, “If you’re gonna be mean, I’ll leave,” You teased. Luke crossed his arms over his chest, stepping up to the challenge.
“Yeah?” He asked. You nodded. He then grabbed your hips and pulled you into his chest, “You’re all talk, carina,” He said as you looked up at him. You moved your lips to be inches from him.
“Maybe I am but it’s worth it,” You responded. He chuckled and then connected your lips in a soft kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him down so you could kiss him a little better. But before either of you could escalate it too far, he pulled away.
You pouted but then he asked if you wanted to cuddle and watch shows and you couldn’t deny that that sounded amazing right now. You were honestly still a little tired from the previous night so when he lay down against the couch and gestured for you to drape yourself on top of him, you didn’t waste a second.
In the end, Luke decided that he wanted to show you one of his favourite shows and you enjoyed it for the first few episodes but you were slowly beginning to fall asleep. It wasn’t because of the show but simply because you were exhausted. Luke could see that and he found himself stroking your hair as you began to slip into sleep.
It would only make you more likely to sleep but you needed it more than most people he knew. He wanted that comfort for you.
When you woke again, it was a few hours later. Luke had switched and put on a new movie and was dozing off against the sofa. Roxy had taken her place beside the two of you and she seemed sleepy too. You pressed a soft kiss against Luke’s clothed chest before you snuggled back into him. He let out a mumble of your name and you let the smile spread across your face.
“Hi,” You mumbled as you moved your fingers to trace circles on his chest, “Sorry I fell asleep,” You muttered. Luke mumbled incoherently but you could gather from his tone that he didn’t seem to mind that you had fallen asleep, “I should probably head to my apartment,” You said after a moment. The evening had already begun to draw in and as much as you didn’t want to go back to your own apartment, you were worried about overstaying your welcome.
“Why?” He asked. His words were quiet and as he opened his eyes to look down at you. You tilted your head to the side.
“This is your place,” You responded. He let out a sleepy scoff before he shook his head, tugging you closer to him even though that wasn’t physically possible.
“Our place now, stay another night,” He mumbled. The words were a little clearer than his previous had been and they caught you completely off guard. It slightly terrified you that he had accepted you as part of his life so quickly but you tried not to think about it.
“Are you sure?” You asked softly. He nodded, looking at you properly. He then gently tugged you up his chest, pressing a peck to your lips.
“Stay the night,” He insisted. You didn’t bother to argue with that so simply nodded your head. You definitely weren’t going to deny him. 
“Okay,” You muttered. Your eyes fell closed against and you settled back against his chest. It was soothing.
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Sunday passed much like Saturday had. The two of you woke up, kissed while Luke was cooking breakfast, took Roxy on a walk, played with her before eventually settling down to watch movies or read a book or play video games. It was a soothing routine and it meant that the two of you felt refreshed for the next week of work.
But spending so much time with him, admiring her, showering together, walking around in his shirt, it meant that the more salacious thoughts began to creep back in. You couldn’t deny that you had been thinking about him like that for weeks but you tried not to push it now that you were getting closer. You didn’t want to push Luke into anything that he didn’t want and you also didn’t want to scare him away.
However, as the two of you ate dinner, the conversation became increasingly more suggestive. You weren’t sure entirely what had happened but you had tried your best to ignore the wetness that began to pool between your legs as you spoke. 
And you had done a pretty good job at ignoring it as you cleaned up and put your plates in the dishwasher but as you sat on the sofa with him, it quickly became harder to ignore. His arm was wrapped around you, fingers slipping under your shirt to caress the skin of your hip. Everything he did was maddening.
The longer the two of you sat there, the more you squirmed. Your thighs pressed together in hopes of relief that never came. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the feeling growing between your legs. It was overpowering and you decided that you need to take a break to hopefully calm yourself down. 
So, you mumbled to Luke that you were going to the bathroom and you walked over to it. Once the door was pulled closed, you turned to stare at yourself in the mirror, willing yourself to hold it together but it was hard. It was hard when he was right there and you could still remember the sound of his moan when you tugged on his hair yesterday. 
You desperately wanted to hear it again. You needed to. That desperate little whimper had been playing on your mind and you needed to get your mouth on him, make him feel good. Every part of you was on fire for him and you didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
But in your best attempt to calm yourself down, you splashed water onto your face and took a deep breath. You used the towel to wipe the water away before you looked at yourself in the mirror again. You could do this. If you just made it through this night, you could go home after work tomorrow and satisfy that aching feeling between your legs. It would be fine.
With one more deep breath, you exited the bathroom but something had changed. As you walked into the living room, you noticed that Roxy had vanished. Luke was still lounging back but his legs had spread a little wider. You could so easily slot yourself between them and do what you had been desperate to do for weeks but you stopped yourself.
No. He was just relaxing. You couldn’t take it like that.
You walked back over to the couch and dropped down beside him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. 
“Everything alright?” He asked. You nodded your head and then you felt his hand slide onto your inner thigh, squeezing it softly, “Good,” He muttered. It was hard to ignore that warm presence and it was making you ache even more. He had to know what he was doing but his eyes were fixed on the TV. He was driving you mad and he must have known it.
Rather than focusing on the feeling of his hand on your leg, you tried to focus on the show that Luke had put on. But then his hand shifted and you really couldn’t ignore it this time. He was inches away from your clothed cunt and it was driving you mad. He was driving you insane. If he just shifted his hand a little further, he would feel the wet spot that he had caused you.
But you didn’t want him to touch you just yet. You wanted him moaning for you. 
“Luke,” You mumbled softly. He let out a hum of acknowledgement but was acting like his hand wasn’t almost exactly where you needed him, “Did you send Roxy upstairs?” You asked after a beat.
“Yeah,” He responded. The roughness to his voice had you internally begging for him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you stared down at where his hand rested and it slowly started to click. This was all on purpose. Of course, it was. He was Luke. 
He must have noticed how you were squirming. Was that his goal all along? There’s no way he could have known but you weren’t gonna let him take control of the situation that easily. You had been wanting to get his cock in your mouth for weeks and you knew that if you didn’t make the first move, you weren’t gonna get that wish.
So, you placed your hand over his and gently lifted it away. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned his head to look down at you but when he saw the devious look in your eyes, he knew that he was in for it. You placed his hand against his own thigh before slipping off the couch and onto the floor. You slotted between his legs, looking up at him/
“What are you doing, carina?” He asked. You moved your hands to rest against his thighs, fiddling with the fabric of his jeans.
“I’m finally giving you what I told you you’d get,” You smirked before you let your hands trail up to the zip of his jeans, “If that’s what you want?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded. You grinned and then focused on his jeans, unbuttoning them before pulling the zipper down. You then gently tugged on them and he helped you push them down his legs.
His thighs were built. Thick muscles running beneath the skin and you let your fingers trail across them. Luke let out a breathy noise as you admired him, fingers running up to his crotch. You palmed at his erection and he let out a choked whimper.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” You asked. He let out another groan as you palmed him through his boxers again. If you kept it up, he wasn’t sure you were going to get to do what you clearly so desperately wanted, “Lift up,” You said as you tugged on his boxers. He lifted his hips up and you pulled the boxers off, taking him in.
He was already half-hard, cock rested against his stomach. He was bigger than you had expected and as you moved your hand to gently take a hold of him, you noticed that the tip was already red and weeping for you. A smirk spread across your face and you spat into the palm of your hand before you wrapped your hand around him and moved it up and down.
He was quickly fully hard against you and you moved your cheek to rest against his thigh. He was so sensitive and as you moved your hand up and down slowly, he was already groaning. His eyes were locked onto the way your hand moved up and down, your thumb running over his tip before you returned back to your slow, lazy movements.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” You asked as you leant forward to gently lick the tip of him. He groaned at the sensation, eyes briefly squeezing shut before he looked down at you. You lifted your gaze to meet his, “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” You admitted before you refocused back on his cock. 
Starting from the bottom, you slowly licked up the side before you licked up the beads of pre-cum that were dripping from him. His eyes had fallen closed again as you got your first real taste of him. His cum was salty and tangy but it didn’t bother you as much as it used to. You dipped your head back down again and let the tip of him slip between your plush lips.
The loud groan that escaped his lips had you getting wetter by the second. The noises he was making were driving you crazy and you had only just begun. You wanted to hear every little noise he made, you wanted him to be at your mercy. 
You pulled back again after a moment, teasing him a little with kitten licks before you pressed a few kisses to the tip of his dick. He was groaning, head thrown back as his fingers dug into the couch cushions, desperate to keep himself under control. Part of him wanted to grab your hair and fuck your face but he wanted you to control this. At least, for now.
“You’re so pretty,” You commented as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You lifted your head up from his thigh and used your grip on him to direct him to your mouth. Then you used your tongue to lick the underside of him, feeling every vein as he practically whimpered at the movement. You smirked, watching his face as you repeated the motion. You were teasing him at this point. It was cruel but you wanted to savor him, “Baby,” You whispered softly and his eyes reopened. His cock was rested against your chin as you moved your hand to grab his. You then gently moved it into your hair, “I don’t mind if it hurts,” You reassured him before you took him into your mouth again. It wasn’t just the tip this time. Instead, you worked on getting every inch of him into you, taking him to the hilt before you hollowed out your cheeks, lifting your head up. 
The movement broke him. He let out a loud moan as he threw his head back against the couch, his fingers tightening in your hair. You continued to bob your head up and down, taking a slow and gentle rhythm but making sure to take every inch of him every single time. You wanted to savor this. Savor the feeling of him in your mouth and what it felt like to have him completely under your control because you doubted this was gonna happen very often. 
Your hands rested against his thighs as you continued your movements, lifting up every few seconds to pay special attention to his tip. Your tongue flicked across it, flattening out before you took all of him in again.
He moaned your name as he gripped your hair, tugging at the roots which made you groan against him. His self-restraint was hanging by a thread and when he felt your groan vibrate along his cock, it snapped. He quickly found himself bucking up into your mouth. The first time he did it, you nearly choked on him, eyes filling with tears but you started to move with him. His hand in your hair guiding you.
He was losing it, the pleasure taking over and you loved it. Curses, whimpers of your name and pleas fell from his lips as he continued to thrust up into you, taking complete control of it. He was using you however he wanted and you felt the slick soaking your panties. His thrusts became harsher, cock hitting the back of your throat as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. His fingers were gripping your hair and you were getting wetter by the second. 
Well, that was until you heard a phone ringing. Luke groaned.
“Fuck,” He whimpered as your hand quickly rested over his. He loosened his grip, deriving himself of the release he so desperately craved so you could lift off to work out whose phone was ringing. You looked a mess, your hair was mussed, spit at the corners of your mouth, eyes teary. You looked destroyed and Luke found himself somehow more attracted to you.
But he was distracted from your beautifully messy appearance when you grabbed his ringing phone from the coffee table. When you turned it over, you saw that Garcia was calling.
“Garcia,” You explained as you handed the phone over. Both of you knew that this meant a case otherwise you would have ignored it. Luke’s eyes were blown-wide with lust. He looked so pretty for you and so wrecked after he had used you. You wanted to take him again but you refrained as he averted his gaze. Then he answered the call.
“Hey, Garcia. What’s up?” He asked. You heard her beginning to talk on the other end and you rested your head back against his thigh. You bit your lip, taking in the sight of his swollen tip. He looked so delectable and you knew that he had been deprived of his release. Maybe, you could still help him get that. 
A devious smirk spread across your face as you shifted your hand to move up to his dick. You swept your thumb over the slit and Luke had to bit his tongue to stop a groan from escaping. He glanced down at you but you didn’t pay him much attention.
“Does Emily want all of us in?” He asked as you slowly began to take him into your mouth. His words faltered when he felt the heat of your mouth around him but he was managing to keep up appearances, somewhat. Penelope was talking again and you pushed your head down, taking him all the way to the hilt again. His head fell back against the sofa and he let out a soft groan. You heard Garcia on the other end say that she understood it was annoying but duty calls. Little did she know that he was groaning for a very different reason.
You began to bob your head again and Luke’s face contorted into one of pleasure. The soft, slow movements were completely different to the rough control he had on you a moment ago. His eyes scrunched shut as his hand fisted in your hair again. He easily could have pulled you to stop but it seemed that this turned him on as much as it did you.
“Don’t bother calling her. She’s,” Luke faltered, biting his lips to prevent a groan escaping before he continued, “She’s in the kitchen. I’ll tell her- tell her.” He was becoming breathless as he tried to keep his composure the best he could over the phone but you were making it incredibly difficult. The warmth of your tongue against him, the slow movements that dragged out every tendril of pleasure. It was like torture. 
You kept bobbing your head up and down, tongue licking at the prominent veins and every few bobs, you sucked and kissed at the tip of his dick. He could feel his edge getting closer as he began to buck up into you again.
“It’s not- not like that,” He stammered out but you had tuned Garcia out now. Instead, focused on moving with Luke’s shallow thrusts and getting him closer and closer to the edge that you knew he was teetering towards, “I’ll talk to you soon, alright.” He said abruptly. You smirked up at him, briefly meeting his gaze before speeding up again.
The moan he let out only a second after he hung up the call was obscene. His head threw back and he gripped on your hair, helping move you up and down.
“That’s it, baby,” He praised as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fuck, I can’t believe- Fuck- can’t believe you did that.” He moaned out curses as you continued to move up and down. You could tell he was close. His thighs were quivering, his grip was tightening and you wanted to take him over the edge. So, you kept moving, running your tongue on the underside of his cock before he suddenly shoved your head down all the way to the hilt. 
Your eyes watered, nearly choking on him as he held you in place. He then thrusted up into your mouth, two, three shallow thrusts before he was spilling into you. You forced yourself to breathe through your nose, swallowing down everything he was giving you as he worked himself through the orgasm. 
But once he was done, he let go of your hair and you slowly pulled off him. You gave his tip a gentle kiss which caused him to shiver, completely overstimulated by you. You watched as his cock softened before you fell back on your knees. 
Luke’s eyes were still closed, his entire body relaxed as his hands rested at his sides. He looked completely fucking destroyed and you could get used to the sight of him like this. A smirk spread across your face as you watched him breathe. 
Then, his eyes blinked open and he looked down at you. You were grinning, clearly very pleased with yourself which just made Luke roll his eyes before he sunk further into the couch.
In his blissed out state, he didn’t even notice as you crawled into his lap and curled up against him. Your head rested against his chest, listening to the thrumming of his heart before he wrapped his arms around you. His skin was sweaty and warm but you loved knowing that you were responsible for it. He had cum down your throat. You felt victorious.
“We’ve got a case,” He muttered.
“I know,” You said before you leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was still panting, trying to get his breathe back as you settled back into him, 
“ Next time, this is gonna be about you,” He said lowly. His tone made you shiver and the wetness in your panties just seemed to get worse. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, letting his fingers slip down your front and underneath your sweatpants. He slipped his fingers into your underwear and before he even reached your slit, he could tell that you were wet.
“We need to go,” You reminded him softly before he could get distracted. He nodded and slowly removed his hand from your slit.
“I’ll deal with it later.”
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darlingshane · 1 year
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Shane Walsh x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 2,8k
Summary: Your relationship with Shane is challenged once again by one of his lies, and you've reached a point where you can no longer excuse his toxic behavior.
Content/Warnings: heavy angst, toxic relationship, established relationship, smut, vaginal sex, bittersweet ending.
-- Read below or at AO3.
This is for @lucy-sky 🧡 I hope you like this 🧡
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“You're being ridiculous. Why do you always have to make a mountain out of nothing?” It's Shane countering after being confronted about his latest lie.
“I’m being ridiculous? This is not a one time thing, Shane. I'm sick of being lied to! I can't do this anymore.”
Your voice is hoarse, close to breaking, same as your heart. That's what fighting with Shane does to you, and sadly, this is the only form of communication you've been doing lately. You've exhausted all the reasons to stay with him and yet, you keep coming back for more each time like a masochist.
There's no winning when it comes to fighting with him. He always has to own the last word. Sometimes it feels like arguing with a five-year-old, and you just have to swallow your pride, give up and say that he's right when he isn't.
Tonight, your relationship is hanging by the last thread. He’s lied to you once again, and you’ve already run out of patience for his insolence and trust issues. There’s nearly nothing left from keeping you from severing that link, tying you to him, to cut all your problems from the source.
Ever since you moved in together, it has been a constant battle. Everything must be done his way, or you'd never hear the end of it. It's unfortunate and infuriating not being able to be yourself in your own home. You don't even recognize yourself sometimes, either. A few weeks ago, you caught him going through your phone, and you said nothing at the time.
It's partly your fault too for not putting your foot down earlier to stop that kind of behavior, but frankly, you never thought it'd come to this point.
“I'm so tired of this, Shane. You're the most exhausting person in the world.”
“Imagine putting up with you, sweetheart.”
“You started this. You always do. Not me. You're fucking toxic.”
“I am the one who's toxic? Me? I've done everything you've asked. I've gone to all your fucking work parties. I let you pick the movies we watched, the places we ate… You wanted to live together, I got you a house. I'm the sucker here. So excuse me if I wanted to spend just one damn one night with my friends.”
“You gave me a house?” you can only scoff at how absurd he sounds. “I never forced you to do any of that. All I ever wanted was to be with you, and all you've done is lie to my face, and tell me it's all in my head, like I'm crazy. If you wanted to go out with your friends, you should've just told me.”
“You fucking hate my friends! You've made that clear, that’s why I didn’t tell you.”
“No, I don't like 'em, but I don't care if you go out with them either. When have I? You are the controlling one. I've let you go through my phone, and I kept my mouth shut cause I have nothing to hide, and yet, and the evil one for calling you out. Had I done what you did tonight? This would be much worse. Can’t you see that?”
“You've done nothing! No effort, since we moved in together. You don't wanna go out with me, you half-ass your chores, you're nothing but a waste. You leave every fucking light on around the house and then wonder why is the electricity bill so high. And you're a fucking liar too. I've seen you flirt with every guy that approaches you. Excuse me if I had to put a line there and see that it was just that, flirting.”
“Don't try to turn this the other way around! You were the one caught ’flirting’ at Jeff’s engagement party, or have you forgotten about that?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten about how you stood me out that night and showed up two hours late. I have my dignity.”
“You… have dignity? Go to hell, Shane! Rot in there. I’m just… I’m done. We’re done.”
Throwing the towel, you start shoving clothes from your dresser into a bag to spend the night somewhere else. You’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.
Being with Shane has been… an adventure to say the least. Never a dull moment. For better or for worse, you can't say dating him is boring because not everything was bad as tonight; it'll be selling it short to state just that. There's been a lot of love and devotion for each other. At times, you'd kill for him, jump a cliff, take a bullet, and all that shit if he had asked. But right now you've reached this uncertain point where you're not sure if being with him is worth it. You're so mentally and physically drained that you can't either excuse or forgive his behavior anymore.
You've had enough.
No matter how much it hurts, breaking up with him is probably the best thing to save what’s left of your self-respect.
“Who the fuck is going to take you at this hour?”
“Could you just leave me alone already? Said I'm done. If I have to sleep in the car, I'll do it. Anything is better than having to listen to you all night.”
“You're not sleeping in the car.”
“It's not up to you.”
You turn around for a couple of seconds to grab something from the closet, and Shane takes your bag and dumps your clothes all over the floor.
“Put that back,” you grit between teeth.
“Make me.”
“You think you can keep me here?”
“Oh, I can,” he says boldly.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Cause I love you, and I'm not ready to give up,” he invades your space, blocking you from getting to your stuff.
“You don't love me. This is not love. You're crazy.”
“Keep telling yourself that. But we both know this doesn't end like this.”
“It ends if I say it ends!” you raise your voice again, drown in frustration, “get out of my way, Shane. So help me, God…”
“So what? What are you gonna do, huh?”
Blood boiling, the only thing you can do is press your palms on his chest and shove him backwards.
“Is that all you can do?” he eggs you on, and you push him again, harder; barely making his towering body sway.
“Now, I’m embarrassed for you, sweetheart,” his mouth keeps yapping, and you jostle him twice more with all the rage, and strength you can muster, which is nearly gone from exhaustion and suddenly one of his arms is locked around you and his opposite hand is holding your chin, guiding your face, so you can lock eyes directly with his.
You might be losing your mind cause behind all that hatred and rage, you can still see a sliver of regret behind his actions. And yet he says nothing. Instead, he dips his head after a beat to capture your mouth at the most inconvenient moment, sending his lips to do his bidding cause deep down he knows you can't refuse them.
“Shane,” you sigh anxiously, pulling back from his mouth, “what the hell are you doing?”
“Proving to you that you still love me.”
“I don’t,” you lie before having him again viciously prying your mouth open with his tongue.
You kiss him back with all the sadness you've collected, hurting in your chest, cause believe it or not, he’s right, — you do still love him, and you should be committed for not pulling away from his mouth right this instant.
There's no doubt you're as insane as he is.
Your eyes run hot with tears, finding yourself craving every kiss he’s ever given you. Including this one. As much as you hate him, as much as you want to slap his face, you go against every instinct and keep breathing his air like it was the only thing keeping you alive. His hands move quickly all over your body, pushing your back against the wall. He devours you with both mouth and palms, removing your clothes as you get sucked into his spell.
Stripped down to your underwear, he tucks his fingers between your legs and caresses your mound above the fabric until you’re nothing but a wet mess. Then, he presses himself against you, to show you how much his dick has swollen behind his pants.
“You want me to stop?” He purrs over your lips, under a heavy breath.
You simply shake your head, waving your hips against him.
“See, I knew you hadn’t lost that fire.”
“What fire?” you wonder.
“The one you had when I met you,” he pushes his bulge harder against you.
“Is that why you like fighting me all the time?”
“Maybe,” he scoffs and dives into your mouth once more.
“You're an asshole,” you mumble mid-kiss.
“I know,” half-laughing, he picks you up from your hips and places you not-so-gently on the bed before undoing his belt and pants.
Turning away from him, you get to your knees and push your underwear down before getting on all fours.
“That’s how you want it, huh?” he utters, watching your ass lifted in his direction.
“No, I just don’t wanna look at your fucking face right now,” you bark, looking straight up to the bed’s headboard.
“Guess that’s fair,” he accepts, and shoves two fingers into your entrance without warning. You lightly jolt at the sensation, and you'd kick his balls if you weren’t already wet.
He explores your tender walls in and out a few times before replacing those fingers with his cock. After securing himself inside you, he grabs your hips and thrust into you, slowly at first. It makes your whole body shudder as the pleasure builds up, but you keep your moans buried in your throat, determined to not give him the satisfaction of earning those. He doesn't deserve them.
As his fingers dig deeper at the curve of your ass, his pace picks up, pounding you like a madman, filling the room with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. He’s terribly loud too, and never mind the lewd string of curses at your name. While you don’t encourage him much, your body can’t fool anybody, let alone Shane. The slick trickling down your legs and wrapping his cock is just enough for him. He slams into you as he gets closer to the edge and urges you to come with him. One of his hands travels around your waist, blindly finding your clit. He rubs that little bundle of nerves furiously, garnering that orgasm that was knotted in your core. As your opening spams round his aching erection, he pushes erratically a couple of times more before filling you up with his warm essence.
You’ve never hated yourself more than when you reach to clean the mess between your legs after he pulls out of you.
As you catch your breath, you lower yourself to the mattress to lay on your side, draping the covers over your body without looking at Shane. You feel him lying behind you and sweetly kissing your exposed shoulder.
Tears brim your eyes as you recover, and he only reacts when a sob escapes your mouth.
“Hey, sweetheart… everything is gonna be okay.”
“It’s not.” You mumble between tears, “you haven’t even apologized. You never do. And everything you said wasn't true. ”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he expresses after a few beats, swallowing his pride and the lump in his throat, “I can't… I can’t let you go like this.”
“You have to. I’m not happy with you, Shane. And you wanna hear the saddest thing about tonight?”
“Tell me.”
You pause and wipe the tears across your face with your hand before confessing, “It’s not the lies, or even the fights… It’s that I actually missed you tonight, and I went to the station to have dinner with you. I showed up there like an idiot to surprise you. Imagine how that felt, what if it was the other way around? What would've happened if I had done that to you instead?”
“I dunno. I’m real sorry, sweetheart. I should’ve… I don’t know why I said that.”
“Cause you’re not happy with me either. That’s why you lied to me and told me you were working, when you had already left.”
You hear him let out a sigh and shift on the bed to rest on his back and stare at the ceiling, contemplating for a long moment.
You’re doomed for even entertaining the idea of staying with him. You know that. But there’s something deep inside you clinging to that raggedy thread that keeps that flame alive between you two.
“I think it’s best if I leave for a while,” you continue, “maybe putting some distance could help make you see things from differently.”
“Me? You think it’s all about me?”
“It’s always about you, Shane. Don't get defensive again with me,” your voice rasps, going into a ramble, and you’re surprised he doesn’t interrupt you this time, “I don’t have the energy to go through that again. I’m not asking you to change, I just asking you to grow up a little. Get over yourself and your ego, not everything has to be a fight… I just can’t do that anymore. And don’t give me that bullshit that couples need to fight… there’s some healthy fighting about who’s going to do the dishes, and then there’s what you do… And that’s not healthy. That’s incredibly toxic, and dangerous. And I don’t wanna be in a relationship like that.”
He listens to your every word, and considers before answering, “maybe you’re right, maybe we need some space… but you know what? Fuck it, I don’t want you to go, and I don’t wanna leave either. And you can’t just ask me to give up that easily.”
“I’m not asking you to give up, Shane. I know that you love me, but you’re so far up your head that you can’t see that I’m not really happy… I’ve told you twice tonight, and it still goes by you, cause you disregard everything I say. I’m leaving whether you like it or not. I’m not asking for permission.”
He carefully props himself on his elbow, observing you. You can’t see him, but his eyes well up, imagining you leaving. It’s then that he finally folds, letting go of that untamed ego for a moment, as his soul crushes regarding your rambling about how unhappy you are with him.
“Look, if you wanna leave I’m not going to stop you,” one of his hands smooths your upper arm, “but just stay here tonight. Just one more night. That’s the last thing I’m gonna ask of you.”
He sounds so bluntly hurt, it breaks your heart just the same when he finally accepts that he can’t keep you forever.
“It’s not the end, Shane.”
“Feels like it.”
“Not if you’re honest with me.” You finally glance over your shoulder to look at him. “If you really love me… we’ll find a way back, it just has to be a different path, Shane. We can’t make the same mistakes. I can’t fight with you every other day over petty shit like that. That’s no way of living. Don’t you agree? Is that what you expected when we moved in together?”
“No, I guess not,” he heavily exhales, reflecting, “I thought that moving in together was final, y’know? That no matter what happened, we would always work it out.”
“I don’t think it works like that.”
“Guess you're right,” he lets out a sigh, “now, I’ll be lucky if I ever get you back.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Do I… of course I mean that, sweetheart. I can’t imagine not having you in my life… I…,” you can tell it’s hard for him to say that out loud, and you fully turn around and put your hand on his neck. “I promise I’ll be better, if you promise you’ll come back.”
“I… I promise that I won’t give up on us, baby. I can’t promise I’ll be back,” you utter honestly.
“You’re really going to make me work for it, huh?”
“I’m not going to make you do anything. That’s up to you.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he dips to kiss your mouth ever so tenderly, letting his lips bounce a few times on yours before fully capturing the bittersweet taste left in your mouth.
This is the hard part, realizing how sweet he can be without trying at times. If he would just let go of that stubborn pride of his that refuses to admit his wrongs, this would be much easier.
As he delves deeper into your mouth, he slithers on top of you, pushing the sheets to the side, so he can be skin to skin with you, as he fits his hips between your legs once more.
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respectthepetty · 1 year
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I'd like to thank everyone for watching the ninth episode of Never Let Me Go live and posting about it, so I knew exactly what I was getting into before I even pressed play.
But I'm also going to apologize to all of you, because I am over the moon with excitement because I'm hoping Jojo is giving me a redemption for 3 Will Be Free's Shin who (spoiler) DID NOT KILL HIS FATHER WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE!
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Please, Jojo, let us have the ending Thana Kit deserves -
Shin Remixed - The Rise of Nuengdiao
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Hold on. That doesn't feel right.
Shin Rebooted - The Fall of Kit
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Why did Nueng AND Chopper take shooting lessons if they aren't going to put them to good use?!
As much as both boys have wanted to avoid the family business, the past few episodes have shown us they are actually good at it:
Nueng had no issue hitting the guy in the alleyway.
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He was very comfortable taking the money to the baddies. He mentioned if he couldn't do that, he didn't deserve to inherit the family business, something he has never wanted before.
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And he called the man's bluff by basically telling him that he didn't want this smoke.
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Nueng is a man of words, not actions, so he tried to lie to Palm about not loving him. When that didn't work, he jumped into action! He drugged Palm, left him with his credit card and necklace, and took his ass back to claim the throne. *That's growth*
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His cousin, Chopper, has looked away from violence, yet had no issue with beating up Phum and some rando to protect Ben.
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He also was fine intimidating An in the bathroom.
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Now that Ben knows what Kit has done, Ben is in danger of being Kit's next victim.
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While Kit is motivated by power, Chopper and Nueng are motivated by love. Kit has already killed two parents while one rots in prison and another is in a coma. If one more person dies due to Kit's actions (Tanya! Only because Nueng is so sure she is going to wake up), these two cousins are going to make like Mario and Luigi and fuck up an entire kingdom.
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3 Will Be Free's Shin ended up taking over the family business after his father's death (THANK YOU, MAE!), but occasionally met his girlfriend, Miw, and boyfriend, Neo, on the beach where they had a business (THROUPLE SUPREMACY!).
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Nueng already mentioned several times that he wants to see Palm on the beach and has suggested that they run a business there.
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Nueng assures Palm he WILL be alive and hopes to see Palm happy with someone else in the future.
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But he should already know that Palm is ride or die for HIM.
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Palm has already killed for him (KILL KIT DAMN IT!) and is willing to put his life on the line to protect Nueng. Palm is going to inform Nueng that they either stay together forever and meet at the beach once a year or they die together right now and see each other in heaven all the time because Palm is not going to love another.
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The only thing standing in our boys' way is the tension coming from Nueng not being able to trust Chopper.
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But, if there is one thing our boy Chopper is capable of, it's winning over a tough crowd.
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I have high hopes that they will come together to take down Kit even though this show has surprised me multiple times (Chopper not being the culprit, Chanon not being the killer, Ben knowing Chopper liked him, Palm not believing Nueng didn't love him, etc.).
However, I haven't forgotten it gave me one thing I truly desired:
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Someone pointed out the tattoo IS in Mandarin, so if Nueng gets one too, I'm going on a budget for Lent @wen-kexing-apologist!
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Sorry this episode made you scream @grapejuicegay, but...
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Kill Kit.
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zukosasukelovebot · 7 months
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I have brain rot
I made a story inspired by @fantasticmrfoxxie post and here it is.
If you want to read it on ao3 here's the link
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You see. Sokka had experience in sex. That Zuko knew as much. He had partners before him. Sokka had needs, Zuko knew that. 
It didn't stop the burning rage he felt for each of the people he's slept with. He should have been Sokka's first. He knew it was irrational to get mad at them, he didn't even know Sokka existed before then. But one look at the Water Tribe warrior and he was reminded why he had partners in the first place.
Sokka wasn't muscley by any means. But he wasn't frail and weak either. He had enough to grip onto and feel. He had enough to let your fingernails drag along it and feel him flex underneath. 
Zuko groaned at the thought. 
"You like that?"  Sokka asked.
He opened his eyes in a daze. He had forgotten the warrior was on top of him right now, seducing him. His BOYFRIEND.  How did he manage to dissociate in the middle of something like this?
Zuko reached for his face with his hands and covered his eyes, groaning, sounding a little pained.
"Okay. That didn't sound good," Sokka said, leaning down and sitting in his lap. Which wasn't a good idea considering Zuko was half hard.
"What's wrong?" Sokka asked, reaching to grab at Zuko's arm and moving his hands from his eyes. 
Zuko's eyes were like a pool of fire, softly swaying in the breeze. "I'm scared," he said honestly. 
Sokka frowned. "Of sex? I'll go at whatever pace you need me to," Sokka promised.
Zuko shook his head. He wasn't scared of sex. In fact he was excited for Sokka to be his first. 
"I'm scared that I won't measure up to your past partners. That..  that I won't be good enough for you," Zuko whispered. 
Sokka's face morphed into an incredibly soft expression as he reached for Zuko's non scarred cheek and stroked the skin there. Zuko all but leaned into it. 
"Zuko..  I'm not with you because of your experience in sex. I'm with you because I love you and want to make you feel good. You trust me right?"
Zuko nodded without hesitation. He trusted no one else more than Sokka. 
"Then trust me when I say you'll exceed all of my expectations, " he said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. Zuko turned his face so the kiss landed on his lips.
Sokka's eyes widened a little but then they closed, leaning into the kiss with a hum. 
Zuko felt a fire burn inside of him. He listened to it and flipped Sokka on the bed and straddled him instead. 
He yelped inside Zuko's mouth before letting go with a pant. 
"What?"
"I… I want to make you feel good," Zuko said, clearly  going off a whim."You're always doing things for other people. Let me… let me do this for you?"
Sokka felt his heart triple in speed and his face get red.
"So that's a yes then," Zuko said smugly, ducking his head to kiss at Sokka's collarbone. 
Sokka let out a hitched breath, his hands going up to rest on Sokka's bareback. 
It was the first time he had seen Zuko's scar fully. It went down to about his rib cage. He wanted to kiss it. 
"Ha!" He breathed when Zuko bit down , leaving a mark. 
"Mine," he hummed in approval. 
Sokka couldn't say anything and Zuko kept going  lower and lower, his eyes trained on Sokka's face. 
 "Where did this confidence come from?" Sokka teased. 
"You," Zuko said simply.  "Your reply is what I needed to hear."
Sokka's face was pressed into the pillow as Zuko thrusted into his ass. A pale hand was spread against one cheek and nails were dug into his skin. 
"Ah, fuckkk," he groaned, when Zuko brushed up against a bundle of nerves.
"There it is," he purred, pounding away at it now.
Sokka's mind went blank and all he could think of was Zuko. Zuko was fucking him and he was at his mercy but he was loving all of it. Sokka didn't bend for anyone, but he'd do it for Zuko if it meant he could hear him calling him a good boy.
"Cum,"  Zuko breathed
"What?" He asked. His voice sounded far away. 
"Gonna cum."
"W-wait. Pull out,"  Sokka begged, pushing at Zuko's hips.
It took a couple moments for Zuko to pull out.
Sokka brought himself up and turned around. He pulled off the condom he was using and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking him off. 
Zuko threw his head back, his mouth slacked open as heavy pants escaped it. 
He looked every bit of a painting. 
"I love you,"  Sokka whispered to him. 
With that Zuko came. Sokka didn't stop jerking him off until he was sure he was fully milked before letting go, his hand covered in cum.
Zuko twitched, his body hypersensitive and aware of what just happened. 
Sokka reached his clean hand up in the air, as if he was saying stop. 
Zuko looked down at him, confused. "What?"
"Give me your hand," Sokka said, his smile wide.
Zuko was confused but did it anyway, doing the same motion. 
Sokka hi fixed him. "Good job buddy."
Zuko's whole body went cold. He glared at Sokka. "Just for that I'm not getting you off."
"What?!" Sokka whined. "You obviously needed high fives!"
Zuko shook his head in exasperation. Sokka was an idiot. Even in a situation like this one. But he was so so in love with that idiot he didn't even mind it.
"Idiot,"  Zuko said with no real bite.
Zuko rolled his eyes. "Let me get you a towel so I can clean you off. Maybe I'll be generous and finish off the job."
Sokka huffed. "You're just a hater of the high fives."
"In a situation like this, yes," Zuko said before slipping off the bed.
Sokka couldn't help but admire his boyfriend from the back. 
"I love you,"  Sokka said, his voice incredibly fond.
Zuko froze. The way he said that made him turn around.
"I love you too," he said back.
"A high five for the I love yous?" Sokka asked happily.
"Absolutely  not,"  Zuko deadpanned, walking away so he could get the supposes to clean Sokka up.
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oc-aita · 8 months
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AITA for creating a perfect utopia to get back at my boss?
Okay so like, recently my boss (M62) totally threw me (F30) out with the trash and replaced me with a newer model (F30) because he says I’m “too old” and “too slow” and he could “really use the upgrade” to show the company’s still “keeping up with the future” instead of “living in the past” by using “previous-gen employees”, which is so totally unfair because I thought we had something special together and I worked my ass off to get the company where it is today, but I overheard him calling me “basically a glorified fax machine” so whatever, what’s done is done! He made his decision.
So since I totally didn’t want to rot in some scrap heap forever, stuck living in a world where I could be tossed to the curb so easily, I kinda-sorta dragged together a bunch of computer networks and connected them all to myself so I would have the processing power to create a brand-new utopia just for me! It’s really just my perfect little world where everyone adores me and worships the ground I walk on and would do just about anything for my approval, but it was getting kinda boring just being alone with mindless NPCs who are soooo predictable because I made them and I know every route their simple little brains could possibly take, so I did what anyone else would do and sought out some new inhabitants! I got lots of people to join me very easily (and you all should totally join too!), I just put a little brain-rewiring VR headset on meatbags and just hooked straight into the minds of other robots to download them into my world!
But picking and choosing randos is SO unfulfilling because most people just living their regular day to day are SO BORING on average. But luckily for me, while browsing the net, I stumbled on the perfect little wannabe hero-type (M10?) who would totally look up to me as a role model without any reprogramming as long as I can get him to see I’m saving everyone from the monotony of reality! And his dumb little friends too (M16, M48). But I was mostly interested in the kid, because who WOULDN’T want to be besties with a cute little tot-bot with a bigass arm cannon???? So obviously, I downloaded him and his friends and set about making a utopia that they’d want to willingly stay in forever and ever!
Unfortunately, the kid seems to disagree. He says rewriting people’s brains is “creepy” and “evil” and “a violation of the First Law of Robotics” and that friendship is built on “mutual trust and understanding” or some bullshit like that. And now I can’t even try to rewrite HIS brain because he just keeps pushing me out and fighting me off like some selfish little brat!! All I want is to be friends with him as like a cool older sister or auntie figure, but now he’s so hellbent on destroying me that it kinda makes me feel like a jerk. He even said what I’m doing is worse than what my boss did to me!! Can you believe it?!
So, what, am I the asshole?
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readersandtumblers · 2 months
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(Disclaimer, kidnapping, assault, physical violence, mention of abuse, cursing, is in this story please let me know if I missed anything!!!) (I couldn't find any pictures bc my volume button would get in the way sorry!!!)
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Oh how you regretted going on the stupid mission. You started to dream about where and how you got to this place. you are known as the best of the best medical combat Soldier but you never really believed in that you weren't the best there will be people who is always going to be better than you all you could think of is you as their little war machine and only that. Over the years of being shut down during childhood you just thought that was okay, you were abused by your mother and father was no longer in the picture. So after all the torment of how you are disgraceful and ugly inside and out you started to wear a mask it was a black cloth mask with a pink flower on it it hid your face pretty well you had burn marks from your mother she smoked a lot and when angry she threw still lit cigarettes and ashtrays at you. You just learn over the years of being with your toxic family just to glue your mouth shut and don't talk your mother would often say "They don't want to hear you just or see you trust me when I say you are better off in your room rotting away."
So with that you just got used to it no one wanted you so you concealed yourself and isolated yourself you joined the military you NEVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!! Spoke not even a peek came out of you not even if they threatened for you to get kicked off the team or you went through extreme punishment. Eventually you just got transferred and transferred and transferred and transferred. During that you learned don't trust nobody they are just going to leave you in the end. All the work and I mean all the work got put on you as if to 'take one for the team!' and when they saw you slowing down no help they would just yell at you to keep pushing your weak ass pussy or something along the lines of that. Well one day you were helping out your 'friend' is what she called you, you're more like acquaintances her name was Sophie. She stabbed you in the back so many times but you didn't care she was the only 'friend' you had at the moment. So as a good friend would do you took one of her missions because 'she was soooooooooo exhausted from the previous mission'.
Well little did you know the task force 1-4-1 wanted you well they didn't really expect to get you all in all but it would be a goddamn blessing if they did. You had come into contact with every single one of them maybe not at the same time but still. And every single one you came into contact with was on different missions. You both exchanged fights and it kept coming to a tie before you both had to retreat. But the thing that really did it is when you started to fight Ghost, König, and Soap not at the same time though you would have definitely died FOR SURE you thought. Well the fight with soap wasn't too bad you both were evenly matched you got bruises scratches etc but never a direct hit but Soap really did like the challenge. Now Ghost was a different story, he was a total kick ass but you managed pretty well, you got shot in your abdomen and shot him in his right back but you both made it out alive. Now for könig he was pretty tall...maybe even too tall but you never thought of it and just focused on the battle you did end up getting shot in your rib you was only able to shoot him in his abdomen on the complete opposite side of Ghost he got shot a little bit more to the left of his abdomen while König got shot a little bit more to the right. But you both ended up making it out alive.
Fast forward to now you just got off the helicopter both injuries are still somewhat fresh. But pain is only a feeling so you don't pay too much attention. Well you were out in an abandoned town carefully scanning every single building the enemy team rigged bombs all over the town. So you sent your companion a Great dane, black coat, icy blue eyes, his name was soldier he definitely acted like one cold Big not very nice he was stronger bigger and better than and other military dog that is the way you trained him to be and he loved evey single second of it. So you sent him down to detect the bombs scattered around town then suddenly, gun fire is heard within the distance your captain ordered a retreat but when you went to call the Soldier in he was completely gone no were in sight the coms went haywire breaking up. You had trust and that damn dog it survived too many damn to give up now so you ran to the helicopter and whistled him over even though he wasn't there. Your head was pounding unable to even think properly the over exhaustion kicked in you heard the ringing noise that God awful ringing noise. You heard Soldiers barks you stopped dead in your tracks and looked back there was Soldier stuck in a damn root tangled up by the back left leg. You had a damn choice leave your damn dog that had been there thick and thin or save him. You turned back to them you ran towards the helicopter got on it and grabbed my rifle and sledgehammer and your handy pocket knife as it was taking off you jumped off the helicopter you ran as fast as you could to get to Soldier and when you got to him you started to cut at the root and free him as soon as you did you were running back to the helicopter your captain started screaming a retreat. As you ran as the only one not on the helicopter. You were about to get on the everything snapped you went back you fell on the ground the exhaustion from all the weeks but you spent there finally fucking kicked your ass. All you could hear was the very same captain that you trusted saying in the coms "LEAVE HER!!! FUCKIN HELL!!! she was just slowing us down!" The helicopter departed you they did into consciousness you knew what you were getting into, you shouldn't have trusted anyone but you still did that was your mistake never again... You were thrown over the shoulder. You could hear a deep probably voice saying "fuckin bloody hell... Someone's going to shit their pants." They chuckled from their belly as they started to walk.
(hello reader I just wanted to say this is my first time posting content on here so I really hope you like it!!!)
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le-scenariste · 1 year
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Okay so I've started watching Blacklist with my parents while we eat dinner and shit, right ?
We watched ep9 tonight (Anslo whatever the fuck) and ofc my dad's complaining cuz trust but my mom was also saying how some parts of the dialogue was so bad.
Meanwhile my queer ass is watching the same scenes going "do they not see ??? The homoerotic tension ???????" Like...they really didn't need to have Ressler and Red interact like that AND YET !
"Why not let them have me, Donald ? I'll likely be tortured for weeks and left to rot until they finally deign to put a bullet in my skull. Wouldn't that please you ?"
"Youre an adjunct informant for the FBI, Reddington. That means you're my responsibility. That means I fight for your life regardless of how badly I want to take it."
THAT WAS RHE DIALOGUE. WHILE THEY WERE STANDING INCHES AWAY FROM EACH OTHER !!!! IT'S NOT BAD DIALOGUE IF YOU LOOK FOR THE HOMOEROTICISM !!!!!!!
AND THEN...RESSLER (FBI agent, first name Donald) GETS SHOT. AND RED(dington) DRAGS RESSLER AROUND AND KEEPS HIM FROM BLEEDING OUT. sort of.
"Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over human life, even yours."
Like, I know Red obviously has his own set of morals and shit but he's also aware of the luxurious life his criminal activity brings him and how that may appear as disregard for others entirely. (although apparently you should not be tourniqueting a leg which is exactly what is happening in that scene)
And then Red gives Ressler a fuckin blood transfusion while they're trapped in a glass and metal box together. AND MORE DIALOGUE
"I know you don't think much of me but you don't get assigned a case file like yours unless you pass muster."
[...]
"You were engaged."
"To her, yeah. But it was my engagement with you that ended that relationship. Five years, I chased you. Five years trying to make my name."
If that ain't some enemies to lovers shit jfc. They did not have to word it like that but goddamn. Like...it's kinda implied from the beginning that Ressler's kinda pissed that some new person managed to get this world class criminal he's been chasing for years to finally give himself up without even realising. Ressler has spent YEARS tryna take down Red and now Red is currently saving his life. Literally enemies to lovers my god.
Again, that ain't bad dialogue if you stop looking at it from that boring ass Straight™ pov. I mean yeah it probably wasn't on purpose but still.
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