#not that i know anything about fashion but. shorts over pants. i cant get over that i cant be the only one that thinks thats weird | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

pixicunt · 3 years

Text

AFTERMATH

BTS OT7 X READER

There will be 8 chapters all up, read this chapter and then read the chapter of the member you choose or you can read all chapters for alternative endings!

These are the aftermath characters if you want some back story

wordcount: 11K

college au ?

Warnings: dubcon/noncon touching, violence, alchol and drugs used and mentioned, degrading names (slut), blood, mention of paid sex, drug dealing, implied mxm (vmin and slight yoonmin), internal monolog of wanting to fuck reader while shes asleep (somnophillia), heartbreak and hurt, comming out, reader cant catch a break (members chapters will have individual tags)

Summery:Its strange isn't it, how every decision you make leads you here in the very end. pressed up against him as he is pushing inside of you. has every touch and graze of deep brown eyes led you to this very moment, you cant help but wonder about the what ifs, what if you had never met, had never gone to the stupid party, had never taken that final leap off the deep end, would anything have changed or was it destined to happen at one point in your life. you don't know, all you know is that you have to deal with the aftermath of it all

you go to a party, you have no way home and you must make a choice on who is going to take you home, if they end up taking you home... what happens after is up to them.

( I got the idea for this when i saw the butter cream version concept pictures)

You study your outfit in the floor length mirror, the soft glow in your room doing nothing to ease your nerves. Fingers patting down your jeans to fix any noticeable flaws. Jimin’s burning gaze making you shiver internally when you catch his eyes through the mirror. A patronizing scoff that makes doubt and red hot anger swell inside. He really got on your nerves, that look of distaste as he eyed your body from behind, his eyes were strangely compelling and you feel like you could fall into a state of madness just looking at them, until he spoke.

"please don't tell me you are wearing that"

You let out a short cold chuckle, why was he even in your room in the first place. You try to act like you don't care about his opinion but you cant help but do another once over of your own outfit, nothing special or eye catching, a pair of pants and a sweater... still cute nonetheless. your eyes sway to the teasing quip of his lip though the mirror. Black heeled boots, way too tight jeans and lidded eyes that sparkle from the gems he stuck under his water line.

You turn to face him now, smokey eyes staring right back. annoyance already building on your tongue "well what am I supposed to wear? your not exactly helping me out". You hated the smug smirk that filled his cheeks. you hated him even more when his eyes linger on the outfit he had laid out for you on your bed

Seemingly used to the way you yell at him he doesn't mention it instead fiddles with the outfit. "if you were listening and not being so bratty then you would wear this, the cold air wont matter once you get a little tipsy so why don't you be a good girl and put it on" to drive his point to you his lifted up the half empty bottle of liquor, the clear bubbly liquid sloshing around as he takes a sip, his body relaxing further onto the bed as he falls onto his back with pleasured grunt, you eye the pieces of clothing, a matching set of shear underwear and bra, matching his own black attire along with a mini skirt and shirt

it was very reminiscent of your step brothers own fashion, when you moved into his house he did end up buying half the clothes you now currently own. you try not to think to much of it, his father insisted he take you shopping anyway.

You reluctantly grab the outfit from your bed. "im not wearing that" you fling the revealing bra and underwear that hides nothing , so sheer you might as well not be wearing anything. Jimin just rolls his eyes as he gets up collects the bra from the floor. tongue poking out to wet the corners of his lips from were he smudged the clear gloss he had applied not long ago, giving you no time to gather yourself.

"no one is going to want to fuck you if you look like that" the crude words have you shriveling up inside, hating how he always got under your skin so easily. it really wasn't any of his business, you just wanted to spend time with your friends.

"fuck off Jimin, bet your tiny cock cant satisfy anyone, all you have is your looks and shitty music" you know its a lie but you keep eye contact with him, boldly staring into his own eyes that darken by the second, small smile curling at the ends of his lips, you look away. it was definitely a lie. If the whorish moans or broken whimpers that come from his bedroom door was anything to go by , you know from the pool party he hosted last summer at your house, swimming trunks clinging to him revealing just how much he had to offer, that and how he loved those grey sweatpants and tight jeans.

"oh you should watch that mouth of yours before it causes some problems that you wont know how to deal with" you watch him rise swiftly in the mirror, thighs bulging at the tight strain of fabric as he inches closer behind you. A warm hand skirts up the length of your upper back before he makes way to tuck your hair to the side, finger tips ghosting down your neck.

You swallow thickly, holding your breath, honeyed voice braced against your ear . "you wouldn't want to say something you cant take back hmm" the drawn out sticky sweet voice begging you to say it again, one more time and hell prove you wrong. you could basically feel his heat, his breath leaves goosbumps along your neck.

“Do I make you nervous?”

He brings something to your neck, a pretty sheer choker to fit the outfit. he lets it slip around your neck, eyes never once breaking as he tightens it in his hands, your throat constricts with the pressure and you suck in a sharp breath as he pulls it tight . practiced hands working to clasp it into place.

Then that's it, he walks away from you like nothing had happened and nothing did happen but you cant explain that to your increased heartrate that felt so loud in his silence. He moves to the bed to collect his things that he hastily had thrown there beforehand, your eyes stay on him the entire time through the mirror.

"well my ride is here" his phone rings breaking the fragile bubble of tension he created in your quiet room, you hear the car pull up outside from your bedroom window, Jimin gives you one last smirk before exiting your room.

You let out a breath you had been holding the entire time as your fingers grip the outfit. You look out the window to in curiosity, watching as Jimin walks towards the car, Taehyung meeting him halfway

.....Taehyung,

Even the mention of the name had your throat dry. Having had the displeasure to have met him a couple times, him being your brothers best friend and all. He didn't sit well with you, call it a gut feeling but maybe the permanent vexing smirk that pulled at his lips when he was around, the intimidating aura, whatever it was you made sure to keep yourself far away from him as possible. whenever he was over you took extra precaution to keep yourself locked away in your room but you could almost always feel his eyes through the wall.

Accept for that one time he had caught you off guard.

The cold water hitting your skin as Jimin pushed you into the pool, brazen laugh so loud you could hear it under the water, he jumps in right after. with so many people around you couldn't fathom why we was being so touchy, hands on your waist as he pushed you against the pool wall. "what the fuck do you think your doing"

You punch his shoulder as you try to swim away from him but Jimin always had the last laugh, pulling at the string of your bikini top. that fucker. you were quick to get out of the pool. clutching the now loose material to your chest as you rush to the bathroom to fix it, not noticing Taehyungs eyes on you as you enter the empty house, a quick glips at his friend to see he was now preocupied with someone else, a quick exchange of the tiny package, counting the money with satisfaction as he gets out of the water

Taehyung looks away when Jimin catches his eyes with a wink, wet hair pushed back and dripping with water as he works on another client.

Stepping into the house, following the wet footprints to the bathroom door and with a final look around him to make sure no one else was around he opened the door, your shocked face met his in the mirror. coming up with some bullshit excuse that he needed to use the bathroom, your body freezing as you tried to apologies with an anxious strain of your voice, trying to leave the bathroom but he didn't budge from the doorway, blocking your exit.

instead pushing himself in, your feet taking steps back subconsciously, his eyes darting down your body.

"let me help with that" his fingers cold on your bare back as he gripped the strings, moving you further into the bathroom and turning you to face the mirror. the thought of bending you over the sink and having his way with you. wanting nothing more then to rip the bikini from your body instead of securing back in place

His fingers causing goosebumps across your skin as he pushes his body into yours from behind causing you to gasp. "your such a tease you know that right" his words dripped off into a chuckle, speaking low into your ear. his lips brushing the skin just under your ear as you shake under his fingertips. Slowly inching his fingers under the side straps of your bikini bottoms, one pull and they would pool at your feet

"s-stop" you try to move but he had you trapped against the counter. the porcelain biting at your skin, his hands moving up your sides and over your covered breasts. fear mounting with the shake in your voice with every press of fingers, watching your body gives you away when you lean into his touch.

"you want me to stop your not very convincing moaning like that" his lips back on your neck, the smell of chlorine and something sweet as he kisses under your ear, his fingers going to slip under the material of your bikini but the tension was broken with Jimin calling your name from downstairs and you scrambling out of his hold. your frantic footsteps down the carpeted steps.

Seeing him again had you heart racing, an unsatisfied ache you don't like to acknowledge, an ache only his fingers would mend but also a strange fear that sat right on your chest. stay away.

The memory shatters and you jump when the driver impatiently beeps the horn to get a move on. Taehyungs driver not impressed with having to wait.

The two break their hug and you watch as Jimin pushes Taehyung up against the door of the sleek black car, a flirty gaze in his eyes as he captures Taehyung in a heated kiss, Jimin's tongue slipping inside his mouth playfully, Taehyung fully resipicating with hands on Jimins waist. Taehyungs eyes open to lock with yours through the window.

You quickly dip your head away, not really believing what you saw and not getting back up until you heard the screech of tires driving down the road. the room now being so silent you jolt, hand over your heart to calm yourself as your phone rings, your friends would be there in 5 minutes.

You waste no time getting dressed. Eyeing the sheer underwear Jimin had placed back on your bed before hesitantly slipping them on. No one would know and you didn't have time to find anything else. You slip on a pair of fishnets as if that was going to do anything to keep your legs a little warm before slipping on the leather skirt.

The bra was nowhere to be found, you had looked everywhere. your head scrambles in irritation as you couldn't find any of your bras, items of your draw keep going missing and you conclude you must have just put them out to be washed but you could have sworn you had put it right next your bed.

You didn't have time for this right now, you slip on the shirt and make sure it wasn't noticeable that you were going braless. after a few touch ups you make your way outside, checking twice to make sure the door was locked, looking up at the huge house already regretting not being in your bed. making your way to sit on the curb of your street as you wait for your ride

The air was far to cold for your outfit as you wrap your arms around yourself, nipples hardening under the thin material of your shirt, you knew this was a bad idea. you stand to your feet, already making up your mind that you needed to change. fuck Jimin and his influen- “y/n”

your thoughts are cut off by the sound of a familiar deep voice.

you wip your head around to meet eyes with the kind one of your neighbors. "oh Namjoon- ah msorry- i mean sir, you scared me" his cheeks heat under your smile.

“i told you that you can call me Namjoon y/n” his smile had you temporary forgetting the biting spring wind. Namjoon couldn't help but eye your figure up close, you looked so different like this and he didn't hide the way his eyes traveled down your body, stopping on your breasts, your perky nipples standing against the biting air just begging to be gropped. He would fuck you right here on the pavement if it wasn't so cold. No he wouldn't do that, you deserve to fucked in the comfort of his home and he was a very patient man.

His eyes lock back on yours, noticing you had been talking to him, arms wrapped around your body unconsciously pushing up your breast even more and swaying from left to right, a habit he noticed you do often when you were nervous, did he make you nervous?. fuck, he couldn't help the strain against his pants.

Were you doing this on purpose? did you want him to fuck you right here. your words were nothing but white noise, annoying, he didn't hear a word you said but managed to catch a few key words here and there. something along the line of a party and waiting for a ride. Namjoon was so considerate and kind of course he should offer you a ride and you will except because he wont give you much of an option to decline.

He shrugs his jack from his shoulders, moving it over your body with warm hands, having been in his pocket to keep from the harsh air. your words jumble with surprise at the romantic gesture.

"its cold outside you should know better, please wear this" our cheeks heat feeling like you are being scolded, his hands stay on your waist a little longer then whats acceptable but its Namjoon, your kind neighbor who takes care of plants and reads the newspaper. Namjoon who commutes to work every morning on his bike, shiny car sitting untouched with collected dust in the expensive look driveway.

"i can give you a ride if you would like ? " watching your face with a bit of hope but he saw your brows dip in hesitation. he cursed in his head as headlights cast their lights over your body, the car beeping annoying in the otherwise quiet night. he could see the cold air from your open mouth, hesitating and looking at him with an apology.

your friends scream, a rowdy mess of intoxicated singing as they call out to you, whistling as you blush next to Namjoon. his hands move up to the back on his head, scratching the hair there and watching as you move towards your friends car. "just call me if you need ok ?, and let me know your safe and so i wont have to report a missing person" he joked with a dimpled smile and your friends basically melt. Namjoon was only half joking about you being a missing person but you didn't know that slapping his arm in a flirty manner.

"thanks Joon" you hop in the backseat of the car and Namjoon shuts it safely behind you.

“don't drink to much, you to girls please be responsible”, you wave goodbye with a shy nod not before your friends could drunkenly slur how hot he is, Namjoon blushing at all the attention which only seemed to make them melt further.

“Not a girl”

Yoongi knew he was prettier then most, doll like features and soft lips but come on, Namjoons eyes narrow “oh my bad” Yoongi tucked himself away against the window with closed eyes.

Namjoon hated the idea of you leaving to a party where other guys could stare at you and he hopes for his sake you keep the jacket on so he can take it off you later. You even left the curtains of your bedroom open and you really should be more careful, anyone could be watching you but he was grateful for the show you gave him, body stripped bare with a hand on his cock watching you change although slightly mad another male had been in your presence. your step brother was a little to handy for his liking and he would have to do something about that. hed known Jimin for a long time, hes grown up a lot over the years enough to know exactly what trouble he was.

Did you want to fuck Jimin?, your own step brother?. his cock strained at the thought of something so filthy, were you that desperate, he could give you everything you could even want and more, much more then some pretty boy. but if it was what you really wanted then Namjoon didn't mind some foreplay, wouldn't be hard to swipe the boy right under his feet and make you all one big happy family, he’s always wanted two kids.

He was ready to be a dad, the sting still hollow from his ex wife with the miscarriage, leaving him shortly after to be alone to wallow in his own self pity and wealth. It was truly lonely but he didn't feel alone when he was with you.

The car drives away , waving goodbye until you couldn't see him anymore, just a dot in the background as you settle in the back seat. Arin shooting you a flirtatious smile as she giggles into your side. "so, have you banged your hot neighbor yet, he’s so cute!" you cant help but roll your eyes at her, typical Arin.

Yoongi sat leaning his head back with his eyes closed lets out a scoff but you don't pay him much mind "no, hes life double my age and.. you know Im not ready for something like that" and just like that the sour taste of past memories burn your throat threating to rise up. Suzy turning around in the passenger seat with a long grone

"when are you going to move on from Hoseok, seriously y/n you need to be dicked down if not from your hot neighbor then someone tonight, its the perfect night for it"

you fight internally not to let your tongue slip. Yes of course, pills, being blackout drunk with vomit soaked clothes and sucking any dick (mostly her boyfriends, Taehyungs) is the perfect setting. It had been a while since you broke up with Hoseok but you new you were still damaged.

Yoongi knew this too as he spoke for the first time since you got in the car. "I think you just need to focus on yourself and not other peoples dicks" the passive aggressive monotonous buzz in Yoongis voice was felt as the tension thickened. Memories of suzy and Hoseok together in your own house invading your memories.

You had forgiven Suzy, it wasn't her fault after all, she wasn't the one in a relationship after all, all the commitment fell on Hoseok at the end of the day and he was weak enough to lust over her body, giving him things you could never.

Yoongi broke the silence that had swallowed your mind.

"don't think about him anymore ok, he’s an piece of shit and i really should kill him"

You knew he hated Hoseok for breaking your heart. Yoongi was your best friend after all, always has been and always will be which is why is was easy for him to quit the basketball team, not being able to play with Hoseok without punching him in the face. its sad really you feel immense guilt at the fact that they used to be good friends and his fond love for the sport.

But Yoongi had loved you far longer then he had been friends with Hoseok and it was an easy sacrifice on his part, you needed him and he was there for you. Making dirty money in underground rap, feet swaying under the red L.E.D lights high out of his mind really didn't leave much time for basketball anyway. too busy trying to scrape money together for a cup of ramen noodels before his gig.

"its not that easy you know, what we had was special" you could hear the smug chuckle in Suzys voice, knowing she wanted to say more but deciding against it, Yoongi squirming, the discomfort in his heart a bit too much for him as he stared at the wizzing street lights.

Arin digged her hand into her bra, having no pockets to hide the stash of pills, her silky pink skirt rubbing up against your own thigh. "here, just try some, it will get Hoseok of your mind, he’s really not worth it"

She moves her finger around the pouch, pulling a pink pill from its content with her pink bottom lip pulled between her teeth. rubbing her side into you, puppy eyes as she holds the pill between perfects manicured fingers

"pleaaaasse"

Although tempting, forgetting about hoseok and jumping a random guys dick, but you turn away from her sparkly eyes, "I don't do those things Rin, you know that" she pulls back like shes been slapped. Yoongi too as all he could think about was his next fix, clawing at his insides on his brain like a parasite but Arin didn't have what he needed, he needed to talk to Taehyung about something a little stronger.

You failed to notice the look of adoration in her eyes that drain with hurt. "fine be boring" she slips the pill between her lips and swallows with the bottle of some cherry flavored vodka. nails clinking against the glass and flowing down her throat.

Suzy snickers from the front seat. "prude" you ignore her words and look to Jane who hasn't said a word the whole drive, driving with her eyes on the road. "how long until we get there?" she meets your eyes in the rear view mirror. "I think we are here actually"

The house was huge, even bigger then Jimins and you had been awe struck when you moved into the fancy house but this was huge...and crowded, a girl you recognize from your class already throwing up in the grass in the front yard as her friends hold her hair up for her, smudged makeup as she crys over 'that asshole fuckbag’. Arin pulls you out of the car, locking your arm with her own as she pulls you up to the door.

Yoongi at your other side, his hand on your lower back as he guides you into the house and you thank him mentally, the creep and his cracked out friends being blocked by Yoongis frame

The stench of alcohol was rich, burning your nose as you enter. If you thought the front yard was packed then the inside was 100 times worse. Loud music and and red cups or various bottles in everyone hand, mouths attached to necks and wondering hands.

Arin is quick to hand you a cup and you look at her hesitantly. you don't indulge in alcohol normally, havnt in a long time ever since you had seen the destructive path it could bring but you take the cup in your hand anyway, letting the cool plastic rest in your palm as you allow her to pull you through the house.

You feel uneasy, feel the burning of prying eyes on your body, gripping your jacket to bring it close. Drink untouched as your eyes gaze around the room, not sure what your looking for but it isn't long before eyes meet the familiar ones of your brother, his eyes on you as soon as you entered the room.

A pretty girl attached to his side as she slides her hand across his chest. he cocks an eyebrow at you at your obvious staring, his eyes dropping down your body with a pleasant smile, you had wore the outfit he picked for you. he doesn't break the contact, taking a sip from the red cup, mouth moving to replay to the taller tattooed male to his left. he looked familiar.

Your vison on Jimin is cut however when a body blocks your view , eyes peering up at none other then Taehyungs. his eyes cold as he looks down at you, not used to being so close to the male you cower away from his gaze, shrinking into Arins body next to you.

He always made you feel a suffocating feeling in your stomach, an uneasy aura. He grabs onto Suzys waist, pushing her into his side as he whispers something into her ear that has her squeeling, slapping him playfully across the chest.

Arin gags at the sight of the two of them. "ok love birds we get it, some of us are single here" she pulls you to her side, even closer if that was possible and Jane just looks around the room in search for something or someone.

"whos house even is this" you question

Arin gasps as if you just told her you hate puppies. her touchy hands closing around your upper arm in a tight grip. "don't you know Kim Seokjin, like theeee best looking guy in our school, hot body, our schools prestigious basketball player, really hot" your skin pales at the name.

"o-oh"

Panic surges inside of you. that was Hoseok’s bestfriend, of course you knew him, you knew his dick too but if Seokjin was here that had to mean.... you turn Arin to you, half in conversation about how dreamy the star was. "i- i have to go, i cant-" its like fate had other plans as just in that moment you spot the warm smile of your ex and he was heading right for you.

You freeze, not ready for all these feeling that come to the surface, his face filled with nostalgic memories of how happy and painful your relationship was. you down the drink in your hand as he reaches you, gripping into your elbow to pull the drink away from your lips.

"woah slow down there pretty"

The nickname stings more then the contents of the cup as it burns your throat. you yank your arm out of his hold "I need another drink" you walk off leaving your group of friends and heading towards the kitchen in hopes that he wouldn't follow behind. he did

You yank a random bottle from the bench, pouring its contents into the plastic cup, trying to keep your breathing stable as you feel his presence behind you. you don't wait for him to talk as you down another cup .

"jesus fuck y/n what's got into you, you don't even like to drink" he tries to pull your attention to him, spinning your body around to face him, caging your body against the cool edge of the counter as he snatches the cup from your hand.

"since when do you care Hoseok, since when did you ever give a shit about me" your voice wavered in a desperate attempt to keep from letting the tears spill from your eyes, keeping your head high.

His eyes were solemn as he he gripped onto your arms through the jacket. "i do care y/n, you broke up with ME and then stopped talking to ME when all I wanted was to fix things with you". yea its your fault, always your fault when it came to him

"suzy came onto me, she’s the one you should get rid of, not me, I never did anything to hurt you"

the sharp laugh you let out had him flinching. A classic, blaming other people for his wrongs. never did anything wrong ? you were blind to see the way he always manipulated you, molded you in to what he wanted you to be and you ate it right up for some simple love and affection.

"you know I care about you" he reached his hand out to cup your cheek. you grab the half empty cup from his hand before throwing it in his face. "fuck you Hoseok, fuck you" you leave him in the kitchen, soaked in the sticky beverage and a look of rage in his eyes. cursing at you as he rubs the substance from his eyes, he was quick on your tail although it was hard to see, his vision blurry as the sting in his eyes worsen.

"you fucking bitch" your name leaving his lips as you maneuvered through the sea of bodies, eyes scanning the room for any of your friends who had now disappeared

Arin grabs your arm, seeing how lost you were in the room full of people, leading you out to the back doors for a breathe of much needed air. "hey are you ok? you look a little red babe" her smalls hands enclose over your cheeks that were red from anger.

"y-yea Rin, im ok just need a drink" her smile reaches her eyes as she wiggles the same cherry vodka in front of your face. "uh you got to love me for always having your back"

she takes a sip of the bottle, a faint lipstick stain coating the head of the bottle. her voice turns soft, rolled out syllables of words already starting to slur.

"i know you didn't expect Hoseok to be here but maybe this will do you some good, closure and all" her hand moves to cover yours, her sweet smile you know any man could fall for, her smile as dazzling as her earrings that flow like water down her neck.

You don't expect what happens next, her moving in closer, eyes scanning your lips as she learns in, mouth closing on yours as a perfectly manicured hand caresses' your cheek. feeling her silky red stained lips pull in desperation at your own, You pull away slowly, pulling her wrist away from your face, refusing to look her in the eye.

"im sorry Arin, im just not-... your drunk and i don't li-"you didn't even know what to say, lips still tingling not have seen this coming. the taste of sour cherry on your lips as you keep your yes glued to the floor. she was awfully quiet but you were to scarred to turn and see her broken eyes, her eyes watering as she pulls her lip between her teeth.

"no, im sorry, im such an idiot" she hits her head with her palms as panic and rejection swell in her face, she dusts the invisible particles from her silky skirt as she stands, her body warmth leaving your side.

"Arin wait" you grip her skirt in your hands to keep her from walking away "i really need a friend right now, there are plenty guys that will love you, its just not me" you heard the scoff in her voice, the gentle break from unshed tears ripping you apart.

"i don't like boys"

You were shocked at her confession. "and you know what, you don't ever let anything good happen to you, you are your own downfall, it wouldn't be so hard to let people love you if you weren't so in love with your own suffering"

Feeling attacked you cant help but attack back. "I never asked you to fall in love with me". you watch her eyes widen, tears falling from her face. "fuck you y/n, all you do is hurt everyone you get close to”

You watch her walk back into the crowd of people slaming the glass door on her way leaving you there to sit in your own missery, just like she had suggested.

You couldn't help but let the tears fall, overwhelming emotions filling you to the brim. you didn't mean to lash out, she was right. you didn't know how to take a good thing if it was handed to you right on a silver platter.

fuck you really just needed a drink. wiping your tears from your eyes, not even realizing how cold it was outside. moving back inside, the party in full swing, people basically fucking with clothes on , grinding on willing bodies or whatever surface they could, their blood laced with a mix of some form of LSD and whatever intoxicating beverages were in the kitchen.

Taehyungs eyes were on you as you move through the crowd. moving suzy off his lap with a whine of protest from her, he had spent the last 20 minutes hearing her bitch behind your back, he knew you two were on bad terms, knew you could spill his little secret that you saw earlier and could ruin everything he had which is why he was quick on his feet.

Your thighs peeking out from your short skirt laced with the stockings that just begged to be ripped from you with no remorse. For the longest time he wanted nothing more then to bend you over, weekend nights at Jimins writing music amongst other things and all he could think about was sneaking into your room and sinking into your sleeping body, maybe even having Jimin join him on his fantasies, keeping your mouth full if you do happen to wake up. but all thoughts like that dissipate when Jimins mouth was sinking down his length.

He was so close, hand reaching out to grab you and push you into the nearest bathroom, he needed to make sure your mouth stayed shut but he was quickly pulled away from you. He grit his teeth ready to punch the lights out of whoever had put their hands on him and away from his goal tonight.

The frown melted from Taehyungs face as he came to face Yoongi, a desperate look in his eyes and Taehyung knew what he needed, pulling him into the bathroom that he had planned to push you into.

Sitting his friend down on the closed toilet seat. watching as his fingers twitch and shake, leg bouncing as the anxiety rose and filled his lungs. "I need it Tae, I need it" Yoongi was unhinged and Taehyung had promised that last time was the last time, he needed real help not a temporary fix, a temporary high to fix whatever was taking over his mind.

You didn't know about Yoongi’s little habit and he wanted to keep it that way, you still thought he was busy with his degree, had no idea he dropped out. he wanted to be the person you need when you call on him not some weak pathetic human who cant keep his anger inside, nothing but a broken mess without the drugs in his system.

Needs the drugs so he doesn't feel, feel the wandering hands of people he gets paid to fuck. like his mother use to say if your good at something then never do it for free and Yoongi happened to be skilled with his mouth.

He hated the judmental eyes of hs friend, its not like this is the life he aspired for

The only thing that takes his pain away is the thought of you, holding you in his arms even it was platonically. Taehyung cant give him what he wants this time, a hand oh his friends shoulder to let him down easy.

"you know I cant Yoongi" and he flinches like he was touched by fire. a dry laugh falling from his lips. Yoongi could only think about how selfish people were. "fine, fuck you" he pushed up from the toilet seat, his hands still twitching as he pushes past him. Taehyung tried to catch up with his friend but yoongi was faster.

His eyes catch Jimin's as he makes his way over, the boys flirty smile as he dances against a random body. "yoongi hyung dance with me" he pulled him by the collar but Yoongi was in no mood. he already knew Jimin wouldn't give him what he needed but asked anyway

"maybe if you get down on your knees and use that pretty mouth I might give it to you” of course he wouldn't give him what he wanted and he had to grit his teeth, typical park Jimin.

"where is y/n" He needed to get out, the people around him starting to overwhelm him. the drink in Jimins hand looking inviting, calling his name to numb his feelings out but he had promised you long ago he wouldn't.

"went up stairs with Seokjin i think"

Jimins eyes sparkle and his tongue flicks to the side of his cheek, shrugging his shoulders and trying to twirl him in a dance. the sting isn't unfelt for Yoongi, grabbing the cup that Jimin was already lifting to his mouth and gulping the foul yet familiar liquid for himself.it warms him like a hug from an old friend. fuck it.

Jimind holds up clear package. “so what do you say”

----- Seokjin notices you straight away, your breathing rapid as you push through the crowd, Jungkook talking his ear off about how easy it was to join the force, his younger brother really was something else taking over their fathers career in the law. Seokjin was going into the law career too but as a lawyer. late nights and little sleep on his part but he allowed himself this night to sped time with his friends and his brother, and you of course.

Jungkook followed the line of sight, watching you take a drink from some poor soul and tip it back down your throat, bumping into a girl as her drink spilt all over herself, sitting up with a squeal.

Your eyes wide, mouth ready in apology as she screams about the soiled dress. Seokjin and Jungkook move at the same time, dread as the girl picks up a stray cup of red liquid, throwing it at your unsuspecting frame.

"you stupid bitch" the girl storms away, purse clutched to her side as the click of her lepordprint highheels click across the marble floor towards the fireplace that was lit and warming the room. you laugh at the irony, it all comes full circle. you could already see Hoseoks satisfied smile.

Jin reaches you first, warm hand on your shoulder to bring your attention to him. your teary eyes breaking his heart as you stare down at your jacket, fingers trying to dry the fabric in a haste. "s-seokjin" you were freezing, your skin cold , your watery eyes looking into his deep brown ones. you couldn't count the amount of times you had been in this situation with him. your teary eyes soaking his shirt many times.

You would have been his if not for Hoseok, reminiscing the way he would take you out on cute dates after taking an interest in you at his basketball games. your beautiful smile spreading so much light wherever you go and cant help the deep hate he had for his bestfriend for killing your light. Hoseok had broken you when all he ever wanted to do was lift you up.

The days he would hopelessly pin after you and have you reciprocate for your own selfish desires, leading him on with cute dinner dates and secret smiles only for him. loved the cute way you would dress in your oversized sweaters, taking his sweaters whenever you would come over to his house.

You were never together so he doesn't know why it hurt so bad when you referred to him as a good friend, rejected him, telling him you had someone else that you liked and that you never meant to lead him on.

Its was all bullshit though when you came crying to him in the middle of the night, not being able to go to Yoongi as you didn't want to be lectured. you were so cruel, stealing kissing from him in the middle of the night, taking your pleasure and leaving him empty and alone in the morning, already rekindling with Hoseok and leaving him with wounds you rip open and let him bleed. he could never be mad at you though because it was you and he would do anything to make you happy.

He eyes Jungkook to follow him upstairs, gripping your shaky hand and leading you upstairs that he had blocked off from the common party goers. unlocking his bedroom door and ushering you inside, your faint sniffles and stray tears leaking onto his jacket as he moves you into his private bathroom, Jungkook close behind you.

While Seokjin looks in the draws for things to clean the jacket Jungkook turns you to him with a comforting hand. "hey you, its been a while" ....a while since you broke his hyungs heart is what he really wants to say. you had stopped talking to Jungkook when you stopped talking to Jin, the two came as a pair and so couldn't catch up with Jungkook without running into his brother.

"yea, I'm sorry you have to see me like this" you wipe at your eyes and laugh at the situation. having not seen Jungkook in so long he was almost unrecognizable, the tattooed sleeve and piercings taking you by surprise. "oh congrats for completing law school offi-" your cut of by Seokjin cursing and shutting the cupboards

"can you go get the wipes from the kitchen kook? "

Jungkook left without a word, exiting the bathroom with a tilt of his head and flick of his wrist in goodbye to you before the click of the bathroom door. A suffocating silence in the echoing tile walls. nothing was said as he moves your body closer to his, hands on your waist and gasping when he hoists you onto the cool counter top, the cold surface almost painful on your thighs and you cant help the shiver that spreads through your body.

With the boost in height you are now level with Seokjins eyes and you wanted to look anywhere else, not wanting to face the person of the heart you had taken advantage of. In hindsight you would have accepted his love confession but you cant go back in time, that's not how the words works.

Despite that, you felt safe in his arms. his fingers peeling the jacket from your body, leaving you to shudder, nipples hardening. if he did notice he doesn't say anything as he takes the jacket and runs the hem under the warm water. nothing said between you as he works quietly in trying to get the stain out.

"im sorry Jinnie" your voice strains barely auddaible over the running faucet, he leaves the sleeve to soak under the warm water as he turns his attention back to you noticing the goosebumps on your arms he turns on the heat light.

You don't know what really warms the blood in your cheeks, the alcohol, the florescent lights or Seokjins hands on your knees, fingers mindlessly moving under the string of your fishnets. drawing patterns on your skin as he speaks to you.

He simply watches you with melencholic eyes. "are you y/n?, you don't sound very sorry" you don't really know how to answer his question, words laying heavy on your tongue and sprinkling over you like a heavy wet blanket.

His eyes fall as he gathers what he wants to say. "all i ever wanted was for you to be happy you know?" you know. he was always so caring and sometimes you wish he wasn't then you wouldn't feel so guity, avoided his eyes, he always knew what to say and never complained but it was hard to face him now.

"so are you happy?"

His hands were still on your leg, warm fingers pressing into you skin. his hands traveled higher up your thigh over the flexable material on your legs. He couldn't escape you , couldn't resist you and the way you whimper just from the feel of his fingers.

He couldn't help himself as he leaned in closer to you, eyes on your lips as he let his fingers dance along your thigh, lips connecting to your own. loving to way you gasp as he deepens the kiss, your back hitting the cold mirror, his hand coming up to the side of your face to lick into your mouth.

You felt safe trapped between him, the familiar tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands move, fingers moving over your underwear , thumb pressing down on your clit and Jin biting your lip hard.

You let out a pained yelp from deep inside you chest, trying to push at his chest to break the kiss. your hand coming up to your lip as it starts to bleed.metalic filling your mouth "what the fuck!" , you push him hard making him scowl, thumb pressing harder into your clit. you hiss in the pain and pleasure that follows, allowing your head to hit the mirror as the continuous stimulation of pleasure reaches all your nerves, arm grabing for his wrist to pull him away.

"why do you always do this to me" your eyes shake, not used to seeing anything but a kind smile on his face.

The door of the bathroom opens, Jungkook stopping in his tracks, eyes honeing in on the hand underneath your skirt before trailing up to your bloody lip and his Hyung's look of anger. he clears his throat as Seokjin removes his hand from underneath you, grabbing for the wipes in his hand and shooting him a look to leave. Taking the hint and leaving the room, hopes that seokjin would teach you a lesson for your whoring around but also knew Seokjin loved yo to much, you didn't deserve him. moving downstairs to find something to busy himself with, this was his party afterall. -----------------------------------------------

Jin turns back to you. rubbing at his eyes like even being in your presence exhausted him. taking the wipes and rubbing out the stains left in your jacket. "what did you mean why do i do this to you, you kissed me Seokjin"

He discards the jacket on the counter leaving it to dry. moving back between your legs, hands on your knees pulling them wide to make room between them. "you always do this to me, jumping from one man to another. what from Hoseok to Taehyung and back to me just so you can use me and leave again?" you blink speechless not knowing how he knew about Taehyung. remembering the way he had you pined against the bathroom sink.

"how did you know about that"

All he could do was scoff, of course that's all you worried about, not the fact that you continue to break his heart. his thumb reaching to dig into the slit of your lip, bursting pain leaving you to whimper "whatever y/n" with that he took off, leaving you alone in the quiet bathroom. -------------------- You make your way down the stairs with wobbly legs, securing your still damp jacket over your frame. you heard it before you could see it. the sound of Suzys voice in a fit of rage over the loud music. A small group of people surrounding the couple as she slaps Taehyung across the face, shoving her phone into his face....a picture taken at the pool party , Taehyung having you trapped as he kisses at your neck.

You get he a notification to your phone sent by Arin. The picture burning your eyes in a panic. the small text underneath the photo,

I told you that you'd be sorry.

Was this supposed to some sort of payback. thinking back to the day Taehyung had forced you up against the hard surface while Jimin had been out in the pool with all your friends, well all except Arin it seems.

You squeal as you feel a pair of hands on your from behind but a hand is quicker to capture your scream into his palm.

"shhh follow me"

It was Jimin and he was pulling you away from the scene just as you see Hoseok push through the crowd and up to Taehyung with nothing but rage. Jimin leads you to a secluded room, cursing as he stumbles a little before creaking the door open, surprised to find no one fucking on the bed and he ushers you inside and shuts the door and locks it from any intruders.

You sit yourself on the end of the bed in deep though as Jimin groans about the pain in his calfs from standing so much tonight, flopping himself on the bed with giggle that didn't really fit how you felt right now but that was his specialty, not being able to read the room.

Thoughts about how this picture would be spun out of context, he had put his hands on you without your ok and he would have dont alot more if not for Jimin’s drunken voice booming for your very need aperience. The memory sill haunting you, hands caging you to the wall and the never ending smirk on his face. Thoughts about Arin, the betrayal and deep level of hurt at your friend for doing this to you, suzy calling you a slut as she shouts at taehung so loud even you wanted to believe it the way her voice cracked.

"thought you might not want to be apart of whatever that was, what a shit show" you could only hum in response, not really knowing what to say , you had caused all this.

"there is enough room for two you know?, why don't you join me my lady" It was hard not to laugh at Jimin's humor even if it was annoying at times and usually made you want to push him of a cliff.

He pats the space next to him and and you eye the spot carefully, his eyes were not so careful, so inviting, a sparkle that only he had. sensing your hesitation he reached into his side pocket, not being able to find what he wanted he planted his feet on the bed and lifted himself to reach into his very back pockets. thinking he was taking his pants off your eyes go wide as you look away.

"Jimin what the fuck", the snicker in his voice made your cheeks red. "my pants are on, I'm not that easy y/n" his cheeky tone always dripped with something more. looking back just in time to see him pull out an array of things from his pocket and you have to wonder ho he fits it all in there.

"iv got a bag of skittles and some makeup to fix up all this" he vaguely refers to your smudged makeup and tear stained cheeks.

"if you will let me" his voice a whisper as he pats the spot next to him again, propped up on his elbow. this would be ok if not for the way he said it, eyes already dark like an unspoken promise that once you lay down beside him then you are done for.

You do as he say with a reluctant sigh. Taking the spot next to him and you lay on a bed you diddnt know belonged to. The satisfaction on Jimins face as he passed you the bag of skittles. "good girl"

You try to control the way your stomach leaps, opting to hit him against his chest instead. Jimin gasping in mock hurt at the non existent pain you caused.

"just keep your hands to yourself" your tone serious as you give him a pointed stare.

You should have known, when you say walk Jimin says runs, it was always the dynamic you had and that's why you Shouldnt be surprised when hecompletelyy ignores your request, grabing your jaw with his hand to bring yourattentionn to him.

"well as a makeup artist I will have to touch your face so no promises" there was no hiding the blush now, distracting yourself but opening the half eaten packet of skittles and shoving a red one in your mouth.

"what else do you have in your pocket, why not just buy a bag" you eye the other things that he had discarded on the bed a little pouch of power, car keys, wallet, condoms, lipgloss and ? what was that. you go to pick up the small object but Jimin pushes you back down. "ah ah ah don't be so nosy" he had gotten incredibly close to your face , swalowing thickly.

"now stay still"

You wish the sweetness of the candy would distract you, staring up at the ceiling instead of Jimins face as he prepares the makeup essentials. bringing his thumb to his mouth before reaching under your eye to rub the stray mascara off making you flinch. He shoots you an annoyed glance

"be still for ill have to start over". It was a torturous time, feeling his body heat so close warming your body , his hands working over you face, resting against your temple as he worked on the eyeliner.

“how did you get into makup?”

His eyes flick to your your own before continuing the wing of thick black liner.”you know im a preformer, the hired makeup artist never could quite get it so I taught myself, you should come one night”

you had never seen him so focused and you humm in completion.

You knew he could see how humiliated you felt under his constant evaluation, how vulnerable you felt when he came at your face with the wand of the mascara. His hand on your chin as he lifts your head to get a better angle of his work.

The silence was a nice change of mood but it was also suffocating you, Jimin so focused in his craft that he didn't even notice you haven't spoken, his own smokey eyes staring so intently at your own.

He dabbed his brush into the glittery eyeshadow, blowing at the ends of it before bringing it to you eye, apparently the hard part was done as he started to talk again "so you really fucking Tae now?, you seem to causing so many problems tonight baby"

Baby ?there he goes again. the arogent smirk that made you so mad, this is not what you needed right now, a shoulder to cry on maybe but not a asshole that is your brother.

"No I'm not fucking your friend, are you?" you know the jab may have been uncalled for but you don't find any satisfaction when he gives you nothing but a firm pinch. "don't scrunch your face, you'll ruin my work" The silence runs thick, the bass of music through the door as he now works on your lips. "and what problem have i caused you ? all i did was show up in the outfit you picked... I haven't even spoken to you tonight" eyes moving from the work he was doing on your lips to lock eyes with you, a look you didn't really know how to digest.

"oh you have caused me many problems, and your making it very hard for me to not solve them". Eyeing your outfit that he was so proud of putting together. The skirt running a little shorter then he expected "you wore the outfit, but" he sucks in a breath through his teeth as he if he was contemplating something

"what is this"

He moved closer to your body, hovering over you as he pulls the jacket from your chest, letting it lay open. you hated your body for reacting. You hated him for his constant teasing. He pushes the jacket that was thrown over your shoulders, leaving you only in your thin shirt. you felt a rush of insecurity to your exposure

"no bra ?"

His eyebrows lift in your direction as if asking for an explanation but nothing could come out from your mouth other then covering up with crossed arms he moved closer to you, a hand on your thigh as he leaned into your ear. his breath was warm on your neck. "what a little slut" .

Your hands were pushing at his chest, sitting up on the end of the bed, wiping around to face him. Your stomach dipping and whirling as the words settle, leaving him there on the bed "i said keep your hands to yourself"

You stand to your feet and straighten your skirt, his eyes still on your body. you heard the sheets of the bed move as he got to his feet, cleaning his voice. "well you know were not related y/n,"

You could hear the sound of his heels making its way closer to you, his eyes inviting you in "yet you hold yourself so much higher then everyone else with a stupid set of morals and rules but your no better then me, princess"

His hands were at your waist, pushing you up against the door, the exit of the room you had been heading to. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in, your breath hitching as you prepar yourself to feel his lips, closing your eyes.

You felt the breath of his chuckle in your ear, eyes snapping open when he moves your jaw to the side. your eyes coming into contact with your own reflection. A mirror hanging on the wall of the bedroom showing showing just how close he was. burning up with embarrassment at the thought of you anticipating a kiss and anger for how he had played you.

Fingers running from the base of your ear down your neck to the hem of your shirt "not so nice to be teased hmm" airy chuckel as he pushed off your body, shooting you one last look before pushing you to the side to leave the suffocating room.

You felt heat surge throughout your body, anger that Jimin always having the last words, the last laugh. You collect yourself, admiring yourself and Jimin work in the mirror, still feeling the tingel of his fingers on your neck, your jaw clenching at the memory.

A buzz in your jacket pocket from your phone had your attention, you exit the room checking the message on your phone, surprised at how much time had passed, the party still going strong as sweaty bodies grind up against eachother as you read the message.

It was Namjoon asking if you were ok. you cant help the smile, pushing Jimin from your mind as you scramble to unlock your phone. texting out a reply, pausing to think about the cute dimpled man that was so quick to give you his jacket and checking on you. you wish everyone could be a bit more like Namjoon. Thoughts turning not so innocent when you think about his body, the times you had seen him working out in his living room through your window. Maybe it was an age thing but Namjoon sounded so much better then whatever this party was.

Thoughts shattering when your phone is knocked out of your hand, falling to the ground with a crack. "oh shit my bad" a voice slurs in your direction. You crouch down to pick up your now cracked phone, looking up still in shock and anger at the culprit. Ready to cuss out whoever had been so careless, anger fading when you end up looking into the blood shot eyes of Min Yoongi.

"yoongi?" your eyes travel to the glass of alchol in his hand and with wide eyes now full of anger you try to snatch it from him but he pulls it away from your reach at the last second. He smiles as you with hazed out eyes, "Y/n baby i-fuck" He pulls you into his embrace as he stumbles on his feet, keeping the drink out of your reach, you ignore the warmth in your cheeks from the pet name, choosing to chalk it up to drunk talk as he settles his face into your neck

"Min Yoongi what do you think your doing" you try to reach for his red cup again he flinches as if he had been burnt.

"Jesus y/n, get of your fucking high horse, its one drink" you frown, not used to this side of your friend, always had nothing but love and patience for you. "you know your not supposed to drink, you promised "

"yea an an-d I thought you were done with Hoseok but apparently you still fuck him, you really are just a slut" your mouth gapes open as Yoongi downs the rest of his cup, the pain of tears behind his eyes wanting to gush down like a faucet but instead he gives you a lazy smile as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve , shoving the empty cup into your hands.

"i know you didn't mean that, your drunk"

He tips his head back as he laughs, his cheeks red with the amount of poison coursing through his veins, he really needed a cigarette, or another drink if he had to deal with you or rather his feelings for you. He might just take what he wants if hes not carefull.

"you just don't get it, you never get it" he stepped closer to you, his face coming closer to your own, you could feel the edge of his breath on your face. "your selfish y/n, so fucking selfish" he backs you up against the wall, the backs of your shoes hitting the edge as you shrink into yourself, much to shocked to say anything. His mouth acends against your ear, body caging you in.

"and im the fucking idiot because you don't even know it" He leaned back to look you in the eye, his eyes unreadable as he stared down at you, his eyes fliciking down to your lips before he stood back to his full height. you breathe, not knowing you had held your breath all this time but it doesn't last long as your breath hitches when Hoseok comes out of nowhere, his hands balled into fists as he grabs Yoongis shirt with two hands and pins his against the wall you had been leaning on

Yoongi lands against the wall with a hard thump, his eyes lazily staring back into the rage that colours Hoseoks eyes. "oh Hoseok, we were just talking about you" Yoongi gives him a small smirk, his tougue licking at the corner of his mouth teasingly as he slurred the words, Hoseok pushes him further up the wall making yoongi bang his head with a hiss, the intensity in his eyes maximizes as he slams him again.

"HOSEOK, what the fuck are you doing" you rush over in a state of panic to grip his arm from where he had your bestfriend by the throat, Yoongi smiling at the fuming man. "yea Hobi lighten up" Yoongi licked his lips to wet them before laughing.

You pull at Hoseoks arm and try to squeeze yourself between them only to get pushed back by Hoseok, no one else paying you three much mind. Hoseok seethed, his vein pulsing in neck as he dug is arm harshly into Yoongis throat "shut the fuck up" Yoongi laughs again but this time it comes out choked and manic. Yoongi grabs his shirt and brings him close to whisper something into his ear, Yoongis eyes flicking over to you as he speaks into his ear. almost like he had been electrocuted Hoseok shoves him hard against the wall, his fist coming up before colliding with Yoongis cheek.

You scream, running up to pull Hoseok away to winch you were met with the back of his hand as you fall to the dirty stained carpeted floor, the wind being knocked out of your lung as you clutch your face in the throbbing pain.

Hoseok was wide eyed as he stared at you. "y/n it was an accident" Yoongi chuckles, wiping the blood from his mouth as he gets up from where he had stumbled. wiping down his pants from the spilt drink. "you seem to be good at hitting people, no wonder y/n left you" Hoseok snapped his head back to Yoongi, jaw clenched as he lunges again. his fist comming against the dry wall as Yoongi dodges the fist, stumbling into some random girl as they both fall. The girl screamed as Yoongi tumbles down, ripping the girls skirt in the action to try and hold onto something , Hoseok not sparing him any time as he gets on top of him, his fist coming up to lunge at Yoongis face.

"HOSEOK FUCKING STOP IT" you get up off the floor to rip at his jacket but Jungkook was faster. rushing to pull the angered male off your bestfriend ."fucking chill " Jungkook pulled Hoseok to his feet and pushed him away from the crowd.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM Y/N"

Taehyung comes to help Yoongi from the floor as you rush over to him. Blood gushing from his lip and over his shirt. you couldn't help but let tears well in your eyes " what the fuck just happened" He didn't answer, Seokjin came down to see all the commotion and pulled you away outside, you protest the whole way insisting that you need to make sure Yoongi was ok.

You pulled at his arm and dug your feet in the dirt, eventully he had enough of your tantrum and lifts you over his shoulder like you were nothing. "stop being such a brat"

You give up begging him and let him carry you walking over to the campfire that he had by the back of the house, plopping you gently on the tree log before letting out a sigh.

"Are you ok? did you get hurt"

He sits down beside you as you stare at the orange flames crackling under the night sky. "you seem to keep saving me tonight huh?"

He smiles at you as you two share the comfortable silence, tension still lingering in the air but Seokjin was a weak man. you let the warmth from the fire settle the exhaustion in your body

"I'm going to go check on Yoongi, go home y/n" and with that he left you there, any warmth from the fire vanishing as something ugly settles in your gut. you let the tears overwhelm you, you hated to admit it but you were terrified, you didn't want to be alone but you watch as his sillouete walks back into the house The night air reeking of alcohol and smoke. This whole night was a mistake, feeling every emotion you could feel all in the spam of a couple hours knowing it couldn't be healthy for you body, your muscles already aching with the ups and downs.

You had no way home, the fear daunting on you the more you sit in the silence, only having the cackle and the warmth of the fire to keep you company. Arin had already left and even if she was still here you knew she was much to hurt to talk to you and after what she did you don't even think you are friends anymore. Suzy hated your guts and you haven't seen Jane since you first arrived. who are you going to ask to take you home ?

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

taehyung’

Jungkook

----------------

i really hope this is decent and that you like it.

#bts x reader #yandere bts #bts yandere #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts college au

583 notes · View notes

amerrierworld · 4 years

Text

You’re Being Whiny

for the request: dom!debbie with a brat reader

Summary: You’ve been touch-starved, and Debbie barely seems to notice, so you try to get her attention.

Characters: Debbie Ocean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: SMUT. dom/sub elements. spanking, some degradation. rough!Debbie and then she softens a lil’

“Get dressed,” Debbie said, poking her head into the bedroom, where you were digging through your wardrobe.

“What do I wear?” you asked, nearly hysterical in the stress of deciding on an outfit, but Debbie was already gone from the room. You frowned as you were left alone, again.

You had been left alone all day, in fact. Sure, you lived together, but Debbie had been so cooped up with some kind of job that you had barely even gotten a conversation out of her. Let alone had sex.

She never let you in on the details of her job, because if she ever got caught, it be best if you weren’t involved, so you let her be. But Jesus, a little care and attention for you would be nice. You did your best to be there for her when she was so hyper fixated on other things, but all that’s been causing was extra stress on both your minds.

And today you had a big event to go to as a couple, but rather than excitement building up, Debbie had barely mentioned it until this morning. She was so taken by her work that you had ended up forgetting it entirely. And now you suddenly had to pick something to wear, and that stressed your already-grumpy mind out to no end.

You pursed your lips, feeling extra bratty today, wondering if you’d be able to make Debbie look at you just a little more, and grabbed a short crop top, and an even shorter denim skirt. Some ridiculous heels added on should do the trick.

You stepped out to the main hallway where Debbie was reaching for her keys. Hair curled softly, makeup bold but sensual. She was wrapped in her thick, black coat, and her bare legs underneath suggested she was wearing a dress. You wondered which one, and were about to ask when she finally looked up at you and her eyes flashed something furious.

“You are not going out in that,” Debbie scoffed, raking her eyes over your form.

“Why not?” you grumbled, looking down and tugging at the skirt, “isn’t it good enough for you?”

A hand grasped your wrist and the other your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“You’re being whiny, Y/N,” Debbie snapped, “you know better than to dress like that for a gala dinner. Go change, now.”

You pouted dramatically, tugging your hand away and crossing them over your barely-covered chest. You didn’t budge from your spot.

A slim eyebrow raised slowly at your defiance, and you found yourself getting nervous as Debbie calculated what to do next. You chewed your lip and hoped she’d lay you over her lap, or maybe take out the restraints that had been laying unused in your drawers for far too long.

“Fine,” she said sternly, turning around, heels clicking on the floor. “You can stay home then.”

Wait. No. That wasn’t what you wanted. The gala was a big one, one that you had been looking forward to. You only wanted to have Debbie give you a bit more attention, because you needed it.

“No!” you replied, clenching your fists by your sides. Oh, you really were whining now.

Debbie halted, slowly, and turned back. Her hand undid the buckle of her coat and shrugged it off, revealing a backless burgundy dress that shimmered as she walked. It was one of your personal favourite looks on her.

She undid her heels, taking her sweet time. You glanced at the nearest clock, hoping this wouldn’t make you late. Debbie hated being late.

Once she was barefoot, she neared you and set her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, her tone chilly, “why are you being such a brat all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being a brat,” you protested, grumbling, “you just don’t like my outfit.”

Debbie’s lips pursed into a firm line and she took a deep breath. There was a brief pause, and you didn’t dare break eye contact, wondering if it would also break the sizzling electricity you felt in the air.

“Is that all?” Debbie asked, nonchalantly. You nodded, shrugged, looked down, feeling smaller than you did a minute ago.

That clearly didn’t please your girlfriend, because a firm tug on your arm spun you around. You caught yourself, hands flat against the cold wall, and squeaked in surprise as Debbie began pulling your skirt down.

“I clearly haven’t taught you anything about fashion if this is what you choose. Christ, Y/N, you went to the Met with us for crying out loud,” she growled. The denim skirt came off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear because the outfit had been for show, but it only managed to anger her more that you seemingly were planning to go commando.

She slapped your ass without hesitation and you gasped, back arching, toes aching in the heels. A handful of spanks on your cheeks left your legs trembling, fingernails scrabbling against the wall.

“I’ve been working, hard,” Debbie chastised, rubbing a firm palm over your reddened ass, “constantly. And what do you do, hm? Distract me every. Single. Time.”

Her hand struck you three times, sharply, and painfully. You bit into your lip and whined, loudly, ass raising involuntarily.

“Oh, sweetie, have I really been neglecting you that much?” she tutted, fingers running through your slick that was obviously sliding down your thighs. “You’re such a needy slut, little girl.”

“No!” you cried again, head down and eyes screwed shut. The spanking stopped.

“No?”

Debbie turned you again, pressing your back flat against the wall. Her arms framed you, leaving no room to escape.

“You’re telling me that you’re not acting like a whore to distract me? Acting like an insolent brat?”

You shook your head, eyes stinging, barely making out the words, “w-wanted... a-attention.”

“Oh, so I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” Debbie replied, a mocking tone in her voice.

“You’ve been s-so... busy,” you whimpered, because Debbie’s hand was rubbing over your exposed middle, dipping down to your cunt but only lightly. “N-never get to see you.”

Debbie frowned, “I’m here every day, baby. I barely leave the house. What do you mean you never get to see me?”

Your hips rocked against her hand, and her thumb barely brushed your clit but the suddenness of it made you cry out, unabashedly.

“Never get that,” you sucked in a breath, “b-been so long since... since...”

Debbie rubbed a little firmer, and your voice reduced down to a collection of whimpers and breathy moans.

“I forgot how whiny you get when horny,” Debbie was grinning, you barely could see it through your half-lidded eyes.

“N-not whiny,” you muttered, hips canting upwards.

“Bedroom, little girl,” Debbie tutted, pulling away, “you’re talking back an awful lot today.”

You bit your lip to keep from protesting again, and went to the bedroom as she asked. There was still a pile of your clothes on the bed from where you couldn’t decide what to wear.

“You’ve made a mess,” Debbie scolded, approaching you from behind and grabbing your hair with a firm tug.

“S-sorry..”

Warm lips sucked at your neck and your knees nearly buckled from the sensation. She quickly caught you before you were on the floor. Bliss coursed through your veins at the feeling of Debbie touching you, stroking you, and you barely noticed her taking off your top until her hands cupped your bare breasts.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a few clothes out of the way and beckoning you closer.

The heels felt cumbersome now. She didn’t say you could take them off, so you didn’t. You towered over Debbie, but felt entirely under her control and the attention her eyes gave your body made you shiver.

Then she leaned forward. A hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, and she pulled you to straddle her thigh. The dark fabric had ridden up so that your cunt was pressed against Debbie’s heated skin, and you choked out at the feeling, burying your face in her neck and the hair that sat there, smelling sweet and clean.

You wanted to move, grind, fuck yourself against her thigh, but she hadn’t given you permission. Debbie took the time running her hands over your back, feeling your neglected skin, feeling your muscles spasm and tremble underneath her fingertips. She kneaded at your sore ass and chuckled darkly at the pained moan that escaped you.

“I could give you all the attention, right here, sweetheart,” she murmured in your ear, raking her nails over the abused skin, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, “but that's gonna make us late for the event. What do you think everyone is gonna assume when we show up late, and you’re covered in hickeys and bruises, hm?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment at the thought, and your hips rocked slightly, your clit on fire.

“So you better be on your best behaviour tonight, be a good girl, not be needy, and maybe I’ll let you have a go at pleasing me tonight, hm? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you gasped, hands grabbing her shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Go on then, sweetie,” Debbie urged, “you can move. Show me how much you want it.”

She had just barely given you permission and you already started moving, rocking up and down her thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense underneath you as you chased your release. Her hands gripped your hipbones with bruising strength, helping you move, occasionally slapping your ass again, making pleasure spark in your core.

“Such a good girl,” she grinned as you tossed your head back, “remind me who you belong to.”

“You..” you whimpered.

“And who do you obey?”

“You,” you repeated, feeling heated as her hands kneaded your ass again. A sharp smack drew a hard moan from you.

“And who never leaves her baby girl neglected, even when she's busy?”

“Y-you,” you were gasping, panting now, “I’m s-sorry.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..”

“Hush,” she tutted, and her hand slipped down to press against your clit, “let it feel good, baby. I’m here.”

You came with a deep, guttural moan, body arching and spasming, toes digging into your heels as you rode out your orgasm on Debbie’s thigh. She rubbed your trembling thighs, soothingly, as you came back down to earth to her grinning at you with adoration in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for being distracting,” you managed to say between deep breaths. Debbie cupped your neck and pulled you in for a deep, loving kiss.

“No, I’m sorry for making you feel ignored,” she said, “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again. But perhaps you could just tell me next time? Rather than dressing like.. well, not like you were going to a luxury dinner event.”

You nodded, and then you paled a little at the realization that you had definitely made the both of you late for it.

“It’s.. the time..”

“It’s alright, we have time,” Debbie cooed, “we’re not supposed to be there until 8.”

Your mouth dropped open. It was barely 6:30.

“You said it was at 7!” you spluttered.

“Because I knew you’d take forever to get ready,” Debbie grinned at your indignant expression. She rubbed at your cheek until your face softened again.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready,” she urged you to get up. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your black jumpsuit out, that with those heels will look good, don’t you think?”

You nodded, blushing with happiness and content as Debbie began digging through your pile of clothes. Before you went to the bathroom you wrapped your arms around Debbie’s middle and kissed her neck.

“Love you,” you murmured, “won’t be long.”

Debbie laughed, turning and kissing you again, “I know you won’t. You’ll be sorry if you are.”

She pinched your ass teasingly and you squeaked, before she swallowed the sound with a hard kiss,

“Go on, otherwise we’ll never get out of this bedroom.”

A/N: Sandra Bullock really is just a work of art, isn’t she?

#debbie #debbie ocean #debbie ocean x reader #debbie ocean x you #Sandra Bullock #sandra bullock x reader #wlw #ocean's eight #oceans 8 #oceans8 #oceans 8 fanfic #merry writes

328 notes · View notes

rodeo-boots · 3 years

Note

omg u opened ur requests!!! may i please get some flaco x reader smut? any gender for the reader :^) thank you <3

it's been an absolute pleasure to write for Flaco, and I hope you'll enjoy it!! I picked a gender-neutral reader for this one :')

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1844

AO3

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

Snowflakes whirled behind you as the heavy door to the cabin fell closed, your eyes needing a couple blinks until they had fully adjusted to the darkness within. You released a deep breath, one you hadn't noticed you've held in the first place, dropping the bag with the take to the floor.

"Back already?" The voice permeated through the shadows, a deep tenor that had your little hairs stand on edge. Flaco hadn't moved from his spot, huddled in the corner of his cabin, tucked away where the worst of the wind wouldn't reach him. His hat hid his eyes well, the glass upon the table indicating what he'd been doing during your absence.

You pulled the gloves off your hands, stuffing them into the deep pockets of your coat. "Wasn't hard," you answered, remembering the fright in the traveler's eyes, their readiness to give you all they had at the point of your gun. It left you feeling on clouds, the rush of adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin.

And maybe you had ridden a little harder than needed. Maybe the prospect of seeing Flaco as soon as possible had driven you more than you cared to admit.

The man stood, floorboards creaking under his heavy boots as he moved closer, picking the bag off the ground to inspect the valuables within. He whistled, weighing his head in a satisfied fashion. "You've done well." His praise got to you as it always did, made the exhaustion and strain dissipate right off your shoulders. After a job done well, there was nothing else you needed than some validation, and Flaco had always been one to supply.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He had caught onto your silence, reaching for your chin to tilt it upwards, dark eyes meeting your own. The bag in his hands seemed forgotten, carelessly dropped again while the contents within clanked and jingled.

Your lips quirked up into a sly smile, the apples of your cheeks cold like your nose. "I'm thinking 'bout my reward," you answered, your hands easily finding their way to his upper arms, fingers digging into the thickness of his coat. He knew how to dress accordingly, seemingly never running into trouble to stay warm – though this man was a furnace all by himself.

His warm breath hit your face, your eyes fluttering shut in expectancy of a kiss. The next gust of hot air left him as a chuckle, however, Flaco reaching up to take the hat off your head and place it aside. "All in due time," he muttered, removing his own next to join yours.

You would never complain about sharing a drink and a talk, about basking in the company of the older gunslinger. He was more to you than a source of income, than a partner in crime. His tips were helpful, sure, but even if he didn't have a job for you, you'd still seek him out at the end of the day. Because no matter what you gave him, the attention and companionship you were more than happy to offer, he would always return it tenfold.

Up here, you were his alone, and you would always know to cherish that.

Teasing never lasted long between you, Flaco being as unwilling to waste his time as you were, straight-forward in more ways than one. Where you had made the first step initially, he preferred taking the lead from there-on out, but who were you to complain?

"That's it." He hadn't waited long after denying your first kiss, had crowded you back against the wall to work on your coat, your own hands mirroring the actions of his. His lips were on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive and cool skin, your breath hitching when he sucked down over your pulse.

The whiskey on his breath was undeniable, but it was just another part of him, another addition to the intoxication man you couldn't get enough of.

You wanted to touch him, pushing at the heavy coat around his shoulders, fingertips raking up the nape of his neck to slip into his hair. There were too many possible places for your hands to be, a small frustrated noise slipping past your lips when you couldn't feel everything all at once.

Flaco tossed his coat to the floor eventually, not minding the dust and the dirt you had dragged inside, the snow now molten and leaving muddy puddles behind. It all didn't matter to him, nor did it to you, both your minds entirely encaptured with the press of one pair of lips against another, Flaco finally giving you what you'd yearned for ever since stepping into the cabin.

"Let's move this to the bed," you muttered, hands lowering to work on the man's belt, impatiently pulling the leather from it's loops. You palmed him through his trousers, got a good grip on him just to squeeze, sighing at the familiar weight of his heavy cock behind the fabric.

He bit back a curse, muffled his voice in the crook of your neck. By the time you had freed his cock, he was getting ready to speak again. "Why should we?" He asked low and deep, kissing the magical spot behind your ear before briefly nibbling on your earlobe. "If I can take you right here?"

That sent a shiver down your spine, the excitement within you welling up and doubling in intensity, your nod too quick and needy to be brushed off. "Please–" But you didn't get farther than that, Flaco's lips returning to your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt, warm palms roaming cool skin, eliciting goosebumps and a soft moan from your throat.

He caressed you like you were some treasure, leaving not an inch of skin untouched as he gave your body all the attention it could ever need. While you had loosely stroked his cock all this time, he only gradually began to open your pants now, encouraging you to step out of the fabric before pressing you back against the wall.

You whimpered when your tender skin met the cold air, your arousal bared for Flaco to see. There was no shame in it, however, not when the man in front of you looked like he was ready to consume you entirely.

"Wrap your legs 'round me," he directed, still clad with only his flushed cock on display, standing proud and erected while droplets of pre-cum already rolled off the tip. He held onto you, lifting you in time with your legs finding their designated spot. "Good?" Flaco searched your face for signs of discomfort, humming at the nod of your head.

His fingers dipped low, finding their target right away as he focused on your sex, giving you a taste of the pleasure he would soon allow you to feel. You gasped at the first touch, hips inching closer to his hand, no matter how much you were locked in place by the position.

"C'mon," the tone of your voice was more of a plea than a demand, every part of you aching for more – for everything Flaco would give you. "N-Need you inside," you muttered, your head lolling back at his continuous but slow caress, of the stimulation that barely fell short of being enough.

He hummed again, leaning in to soothe you with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to distract you from the finger entering you. "F-Fuck-" your walls clenched around the intrusion, slowly relaxing when Flaco started to work you open. He added one more finger and another, preparing you thoroughly for what was to come, the sensation of his hard cock against your skin reminding you just how dearly you needed to be stretched beforehand.

You whined when his fingers grazed the tender spot inside of you, instantaneously canting your hips to chase that delightful pressure. But Flaco didn't want you to come without him, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his cock, pushing in steadily to let you adjust to his size.

"Doin' so well," he grunted, resting his forehead against your own when he bottomed out, holding onto the back of your thighs with his balls pressing against your sensitive skin.

He breathed deeply, getting used to the heat and tightness of your walls, gyrating his hips experimentally to watch your response. When all you showed him was unbridled pleasure and need, however, he knew that he had no more reason to hold back.

Your back dug into the wall behind yourself, hands clutching Flaco's shoulders for dear life, holding on as he started to move his hips. He didn't start out slow, didn't build up any more than he already had, his cock dragging out only to be pushed back inside, balls smacking against your skin the more he repeated the action.

The breath was knocked from your lungs just like that, the man's cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, filling you in the exact way you needed. You couldn't hold back the noises from your throat, couldn't withhold anything as you tossed your head back again, eyes fluttering from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Flaco wasn't one to be overly vocal, none to scream his lust into the world for all to hear. But right now, he seemed as lost in his ardor as you were, grunting and groaning, staring at your face to miss none of the expressions that passed over it. "Eyes on me," he demanded, momentarily slowing to reach up and tilt your chin to him, locking your gazes as he continued to fuck you.

You didn't feel cold any longer, didn't feel much else than his cock moving inside of you, the rocking motions that pressed you closer to the wall with each passing moment. The pleasure had built within you all this time, first at the anticipation and now the pay-off, your head spinning while you inched closer and closer to the edge.

Flaco caught on to your impending fulfillment, dutifully reaching down between your legs to stroke you to completion, his fingers dancing over you with practiced ease. "Go on, I'll follow" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds of enjoyment, the vibrations of his voice driving you off the wall and into your orgasm.

You came with a sharp moan of Flaco's name, the taste of it still upon your tongue as your pulsing walls made him lose himself inside of you. His hips gave a couple more jerks, breathless curses filtering through to your clouded brain. He still held you in his arms, only slowly letting go of your legs to let you place them on the ground again.

His spent dripped down your thighs after his softening cock had left you, your muscles trembling but pleasantly warm.

"Now, we can move to the bed," he spoke up, his voice a little hoarse and rough, but you loved it either way. After all, you couldn't get enough of everything this infamous gunslinger was.

#Requests #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #flaco hernández #flaco hernandez x reader #reader insert #nsft #nsft fanfic #mallr4ts

69 notes · View notes

shortyisweird9 · 4 years

Text

'Lonely ghost serie'

"Babysitting is hard when you ,yourself, are a gremlin, baby"-part V

Tw⚠️: swearing, angsty vibes ( I think)

Your body moved in distress, turning the sheets all over as you left out a gasp of terror, your face clenching in pain. You have a nightmare, a usual occurrence that happens when you are stressed. Having such a big imagination, your dreams/ nightmares came vividly, with excruciating details. You could see them in colour however the images were blurry, hazy almost.

This nightmare was about Fatima, the sketch artist from up top. She was a senior here and usually the person in this block turned for guidance, relief and peace. She was from the South part of Sudan, fact that she lets it known by her traditional style fashion, her food and her drinks and the occasionally loud conversations she has with her folks back home. A peaceful artist with beautiful brown skin with yellow undertones, an oval face with a big smile plastered on it and shinning black orbs. An angel in disguise that you often seek when the world proved too much for you. Fatima never really showed her own worries and fears but you were one of the privileged few who did see her at her lowest, an experience that motivated you , scared you and hurt you. The amount of times your heart clenched those times matched with how many tears left her orbs.

You were ejected vertically on your bottom as your mouth left a silent scream, tears dropping from your eyes but you didn't have time to think it over since loud noises came from upstairs,Fatima's room. In your paranoid state you didn't question the musicality of the sounds ,chosing to ran out the door ,slapping it shut and jumping two steps each time till you reached her door.

Fatima was enjoying her second favourite types of music, Afro-Latina songs when a storms of pounds hit her door. Confused and terrified, she grabbed the nearby mop before she opened the door. It was just you.

You stood there in black shorts made from former leggings to long for your short legs, white ripped shirt stained with old paint from when you helped her renovate and messy long hair and tear filled puffy eyes.

"Y/n! My girl ,what happened?"

There she was, with a long white fit dress that ended in a curve at the start of her feet and silver grey hijab wrapped around her head. She look energised despite being 5 in the mornina Most importantly she was Most importantly, she was safe, unharmed and happy.

Your noise picked up the aroma of her handmade mix of tea that filled the textile of her dressing where now your head rest as your body convulse in a breakdown again. Shocked and confused, she wasn't stopped however from showing you the comfort your soul may need.

She caressed your long hair and rubbed your back as you two sat on the white tiles of the entrance. The door long close by her other roommate, Catherine Blank - a 26 years old from Dublin.

On Fatima's commends, the red haired freckled woman brought you a knitted blanket and a cup of water. Her hands found their way on your cheeks when you finally calmed down,rubbing them on your wet skin as you drank the water. Your eyes fell down in shame for disturbing them.

You didn't know why it happened. Just two hours ago you finished talking with Corpse and went over your notes one last time.

You seemed fine, too busy for any bad thoughts to bug you or anything such as. Yet here you are.

"Jesus ,girl. You scared us." Came the heavy accent voice of Catherine.

You looked at her standing in black leggings and a black top, skinny hands on round hips and a scowl of worry on her square face. Green eyes softening when they met yours.

"I..um..."

"You don't have to tell us right now, sweet girl. Come, let's enjoy each other with some select songs."

You all three burst in laughter at the ridiculous pompous tonality Fatima chose to express herself with.

You followed, grasping the extended hand of Catherine as Fatima rearrange the blanket around your tattoos covered body.

————————————————————

It was morning when you finally return back into your apartment. The door closed itself with a heavy thud that resonated within the insides of your shaky lungs. You calmed down significantly since that explosive outburst of fears and terrors.

You cleaned your eyes as the light of the morning painted you in a sick look: eyes blood shot, red nose, puffy face and pale skin. You looked like you died and came back alive, well maybe a fragment of your sanity died tonight who knows? Your shredded sigh echoed in the empty apartment ,the others already gone to work/university. Essentially you were alone. Again.

You cleaned your eyes as the light of the morning painted you in a sick look: eyes blood shot, red nose, puffy face and pale skin.

You looked like you died and came back alive, well maybe a fragment of your sanity died tonight who knows? Your shredded sigh echoed in the empty apartment ,the others already gone to work/university. Essentially you were alone. Again.

Your soul long desired the touch of another: to be grasp tightly and lovely by their hands, to be enveloped in their smell as they whisper sweet nothings into your ears, to have their warmth dry your tears, to bring comfort to your pain. You resigned years ago that you were never meant to experience this sessions, merely observed them. But your heart craved them and craving it did, as you watched in fake disgust the romantic displays in Ace's romances.

Right now, after crying your eyes out, your burns needed that comfort, needed that care and love but again you were denied of them, you can only thank yourself for that.

The cup was slapped in foolish fury as you tossed some hot water in it. The tea bag falling towards the end of the cup.

Three knocks were heard at the door and you curiously turned, cup left forgotten.

Opening the door, Omar was standing there with a little albino boy with clear big blue eyes and curly locks. He was wearing a red blue and white checkered shirt with beige church pants. He smelled nice ,his cologne hitting your your long narrow nose immediately after opening the door.

You raised a brow as he sheepishly smiled.

"Nice kid."

"Thanks."

Then silence.

You continued drinking your tea,staring at the man who finally realised that you didn't know the motive of his visit.

"Alma didn't tell you?"

"What?"

"She said you agreed to watch over Tj today."

Wait.

Your panicked grew was your eyes turned to the calendar to the right of you. There in bold yellow numbers the day of 5th November was left clear with the exception of being circled over with a gold marker.

"Shit ,it was today? I mean ...fuck. Sorry, Omar. It totally slip my mind."

The man laughed ,his brown eyes were warm and forgiving, no offense taken by your skip of mind.

"It's fine,Y/n. So it's alright if I leave this little guy with you for a bit?"

"Y-Yeah. But I don't have-"

As Omar entered the hallway, a grey bag you previously not seen was by the door , you picked it up before going to the living room.

He sat the kid dressed in a sailor white and navy blue stripped t-shirt and light grey sweatpants on one of the sit of your 1970s floral printed sectional sofa.

The kid was making sounds and hand gestures ,wanting to be picked up again by his father who was busy speaking with the 159cm tall woman.

"Tj here is a big of a love bug, get him to like you and you can't go anywhere anymore. Just like his mother I suppose. "

"Does he have any..um..food preference I should know about?"

"Um...Wait, Alma left you a notebook, ah well not you but me. Here ,it should have anything you will need. Again,thank you so much for doing this Y/n."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it." You said ,flipped the pages of the hard back notebook. Luckily Alma had a neat writing.

"Well, I need to go now. Be nice, little guy. "

Omar bent down to kiss his son's forehead, a sign of goodbye. The child stared at his father with a confuse look as he bubbled nonsense. His tiny hand reaching for the leaving figure.

Omar left soon after ,waving bye-bye to his son and almost kissing your forehead as a habit he picked up since he got together with Alma, their form of goodbye.

You stood there, staring at each other as the kid started to laugh and throw his toy at you. You caught it, he will throw it again and so forth.

You were tired however and knew the boy with too much energy will not be easily manipulated into sleeping. Opening the TV to the kid's cartoon channel , you settled on the opposite couch ,eyes falling victim to tiredness.

----------------------------------------------

You must have been asleep 2 hours and so begore the loud crys woke you up.

Crys? Shittt! The kid.

Shooting out of your crouched position, you ignore the stirring pain of your sudden movement. Your legs' thud brought the attention of the crying mop of hair.

A wrenches smell filled your nostrils as your dread grew when you realised where its source came from. Looks like it's time to change a diaper. Oh ,man!

With a mask over your nose, hair tied behind your back and gloves you started changing the boy in the bathroom, you cleaned and washed him and brought him back on the layed blanket on the couch. Your disgust grew as you cleaned the sink and disinfect it.

You groaned as you threw your equipment in the bin, a bing didn't let your stomach cringe at the memory of the smell. It was a message from Corpse.

'Hey :)'

You smiled, quickly texting him back.

'Hey!"

'Up to play something today?'

'A new stream? You just finished one tomorrow, I don't want you to burn yourself out.'

'<3 But no, I mean to play together in private, just the two of us.'

You wanted to text him back, teasing him with the proposition of a date but the sounds of broking glass was heard from the living room.

With a scream , you quickly typed out :' Cant baby in troble.!'

The kid was fine thankfully , grinning and laughing at your panicked state. What was not fine was the white porcelain vase with blue florals Sabrina brought for her collection. She wouldn't be mad per say but she wouldn't be happy either.

The kid ,now standing to ran around the room ,using the coffee table to his advantage, your legs screaming from the workout. Luckily the broken vase was behind you away from the child.

Unfortunately, your phone started to ring. Who the fuck would call me now? Oh! It's Corpse. Wait..Corpse!

"H-hey Corpse ! What are you - come here you little block of swiss cheese."

The man laughed as the phone's speaker vibrated on your right ear where you lodged it.

Tj laughed innocently as you grabbed him and hold him to your left hip. Your hair,nerves and mood all a mess.

"A-Are you okay?" Corpse asked after recovering from the fit of laughter.

"Me? Oh ,sure. I have a gremlin here who's more trouble than his worth. Hey! Stop that!"

The happy face of Tj turned in a cringy crying one as he wailed. Apparently you wanting to stop him chewing on your white banda, tightly nicely on the top of your head ,was too much.

"Sounds like trouble. By the way, you called me?"

"I did?"

Your eyebrows clenched as you look at your calls history,you did actually. The icon of the call must have been press on accident or that it was a sign from the universe that you are in dire need of assistance.

"Y-yeah. Look, Corpse l-I gotta go. I will call you-"

And you stopped, your breath becoming more fast as your nose flared.

"Um ghost? Are you...Are you there?"

"Stay on the line,Corpse. This kid just pissed on me."

With that another wave of laughter hit the man as he thrown himself into the chair.

----------------------------------------------

Finally, you changed the damn brat after cleaning him again and taking a shower yourself. You left a breath as you watched the chil playing with his blue rocket toy.

"Babysitting is much harder than the films makes it out to be." You grumbled, pouting as you listened to Corpse's chuckles.

They managed to calm you enough to turn the intimidating glare you had plastered all over your face into a more stern one.

Your body dressed in a clean pair of white jeans short, black tank top and blue checkered shirt over, leaned on the frame of the door. You were waiting for the milk to heat up, luckily the boy was only a month away from being an year old so you could give him cow milk without worrying.

"Babysitting is hard when you ,yourself, are a gremlin, baby." He said ,his voice making you visibly tingle.

You sighed, placing the phone near the wooden bread box and grabbing a cup. By now the milk should have warmed up.

"Um...goofball?"

"Yes,Corpse?"

"You...you are not wearing your voice changer. I..I am sorry, I should have told you from the start but I like the s-sound of it ,I didn't want it to stop."

You could hear the beads of his bracelets as he played with them, nervously waiting for your response.

"I-It's okay, Corpse. You don't need to be sorry."

You swallowed, this day really came for your neck. Your eyes stung as you fight them off, no reason to make Corpse's day shittier by being pathetic.

"You are not fine ,are you goofball?"

The kind and worried tone of this wonderful individual you became to take a liking of was enough to cause everything in you to break loose.

"N-No ,it's not. Everything been so fucking stressful and I-I don't know what to do Corpse. I try my might to fight these thoughts but everytime they resurface stronger and more disturbing. I can't keep them in control, Corpse. I just CAN'T. A-And I keep worrying about losing all: my friends, my belongings and my family. I feel like I will drive them away especially if I can't bring my share to the table. I don't even know why I tell you these to be honest, I don't want to scare you away but in the same time I ... FUCK!"

Your fists hit the table you been resting on hard , scaring the child in the living room. His cries only angered you more.

"Ghost. Ghost! Ghost! Gho-"

"WHAT?"

You instantly regretted shouting at him,stopping from your pacing too.

"Calm down,buttercup. I know how you feel and going down a warpath or an abyss of sorrows ain't the answer. Come, let me help. "

"You still want to?" Your voice came out timidly and shying away in fear, shielding your eyes in shame despite him having no possible way of seeing your face.

"Of course, you goof. Now let's see what we do with that kid."

You swiped a tear out of your right eyes ,smiling and nodding before remembering he couldn't see, just hear you. That made you more anxious now that you realised that he knows a close guarded information.

————————————————————

A smile ran down your face as you watched the child all wrapped up in his dark blue blanket struggle to jeep his bright eyes opened as his ears and energy were captured by Corpse's singing. It's was a lullaby about moon and love, being in Spanish you only understood unfortunately the words close to your mother language.

You almost lost yourself to the gentle hums , stringing of a guitar and over all wholesome cozy atmosphere when loud voices and thumbs came from the apartment near Fatima's.

An idiot called Tudor who plays the bass part in Sergiu's band lived there, he and his boyfriend Micah. Two assholes who had a bone to pick with everyone, well more like Tudor had ,Micah was a follower.

The sense of protection enveloped you as you caressed the child's hair and kiss his right temple, letting him with Corpse to fall asleep.

Your grey flippers cracked against the stone stairs harshly and quickly. Your glare being as cold as the staircase room.

You knocked furiously on the door, hurting your hands by the metal indentations carved into the door. Your ears picked up footsteps approaching the door in a lazy manner, the two making jokes about what kind of bitch could be bothering them.

The smirk on his long face vanished when his pale blue eyes meet your fiery dark ones. He puffed a lock of dirty blond hair , saluting you in a cocky but intimidated manner :

"I wonder why the Red Riding Hood is paying us a visit? What do you think ,Micah?"

He leaned back to let his dark skinned boyfriend take a look at you. His eyes showed fear but he continued the masquerade in order to please his scumbag of a lover.

"I don't know, babe. Maybe she wants a threesome."

Tudor laughed like then pig he is, Micah lipped an apology to you, his black gems cowering in shame.

Micah wasn't a bad man , he was just naive and a people's pleaser, with no sense of stern morals but even awareness to know he is the wrong. You never understood why he wasted his breath by staying at the side of this buffoon of a dude. You ignored his half-cocked insults, knowing they didn't really had a backbone to them.

"I will appreciate if you could tone it down a little. No one needs to know you two are making a sex tape."

This seemed to anger the taller white as mayonnaise man who dismissed his boyfriend with a wave of his painted hand and moved forward to you. The red door of his apartment shutting up with an echo.

You two glared at each other, not one of the other backing down. Your breath was forcefully calmed down by your anger , last thing you needed is for him to know he was affecting you by coming too close. Your hands shook in their tight grip and you were pleased you cut your nails earlier.

"Just because Sergiu lets you come with us when we play, doesn't mean you and I are friends. Got it, girly?"

His rough tone only displeased you.

"And just because you can string two cords and not sound like a dying cat doesn't mean you are a great singer either, buddy."

"Fuck you." He said that to you in a clasped breath, his teeth biting on his lower lip as his face appeared more furious.

If this motherfucker puts his hands on me ,I swear I will...

"Y/N? Y/N!"

It was Sergiu.

The man in a punk style leather jacket ran quickly up the stairs, his armored black boots clicking away.

His face was twisted into a fearing expression before turning into a more pissed off one. He knew of Tudor's dislike towards you and knew that the both of you won't hold back if this turns physical. He needed to be smart about this.

"Man, come on. Leave her alone."

He moved to come between you ,Tudor's movement of hand stopped him.

"Nah,man. This bitch thinks she come here like she owns the fucking place and tell me what to do? I am sorry, princess, but you got another thing going. "

"TUDOR ISAAC POPESCU!"

A female voice caused his blood to ran cold and you to smirk.

Behind Sergiu, a petite woman in her mid fifties glared at him. Her greying hair caught in a bun,her olive wrinkled face was in a madden frown as her blue eyes shield by fuchsia framed glasses stared at him. The madame in green suit pants and white and black blouse was his mother.

His mother, a teacher at your University, was a lioness of a woman, never detour from the right path of doing things and more importantly never afraid to tear down anyone if they being dickish. Not even her loved son.

Sergiu grabbed gently you without a word as you two left the mother and son quarrel in peace, a part of you already starting to feel bad. You hate when you argued with someone but your anger sometimes got the better of you. Today truly has been an exhausting day.

————————————————————

You are in your room,Corpse still on the phone with you. You already explained what happened and know you enjoyed just talking with him about everything and nothing at the same time,trying to not fall asleep for how calming his voice was.

"You sure you don't want me to end the call. You must be tired from all the noises. "

You stirred, cleaning the droll of your left wnd of your lips. Your head ache as you saw that night has befallen.

"Wh-What?"

"Goofball,I was talking if you wanted me to let you rest but you already beat me to it."

"T-Tj?"

"Your friends said they will take care of them. They were so surprised to find me singing to him, though."

"Ah,shit. Sorry Corpse."

"Nothing to be sorry about, pumpkin. "

"Pumpkin, seriously?" You asked ,snuggling back into the comforter.

"Yeah, why not? The fall season is still up for a month or so."

"Hmm, I prefer goofball better."

"If you say so, princess. You *yawn* you sure you don't want me to let you sleep?"

A panick arised into your soul as you quickly told him no.

"P-Please stay."

"A-Alright."

He began to continue the story one of his subscribers send him as your eyes shut. A smile on your lips at last.

————————————————————

Hey,guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the fifth part of the serie. It was a roller coaster to write.

Anyway, stay safe!💗

Tagged💖:@moolujk @magenta-skyline @yikesyikesyikes95 @simonsbluee @cherry-piee @yoyoanaria @gaysludge @mythicalamphitrite

#corpse husband x reader #fanfic #hopefully not cringy #lonely ghost serie

71 notes · View notes

gh0stchoir · 3 years

Text

Sorry not for bein active, I’m working on two requests atm and little other stuff

But I want to go on a few small rants because I’m allowed to. Skip this if you’d like, I tend to ramble a lot so this helps me.

I’m so sick of people writing mlm shit, and being idiots about it. Stop using m/n. Why cant you use y/n? If it’s male reader, shouldn’t ‘your name’ be used instead of ‘male name’? Seems like you are letting female aligned people fetishize mlm.

I hate people that talk like, “oh ma gwad, uwu, owo, etc.” Grow up you ‘depressed’ 10 year old gacha kid. You’re annoying as fuck.

Women with children that breastfeed them in public. It makes people around very uncomfortable! Not because you have one of your breasts out to feed your child, it’s just very uncomfortable. If you’re in public, go to a private place and breastfeed them. Or bottle feed them. There’s so many alternatives.

When writing, please stop making readers seem as though they’re more feminine than the character. I’ve been reading like things abt some captains earlier, and they kept making, as they called reader, ‘m/n’, seemingly a short petite, feminine boy. As if they’re trying to push the heterosexual norm on gay people. They also kept putting that because a guy wheres ‘feminine’ clothing, means he’s gay. No. If a guy wants to wear a something society deems as ‘feminine’, he can without being told he’s gay! This is coming from a trans femboy. So, take from this what you will.

Cis straight women, especially ones that watch anime, stop sexualizing/ fetishizing mlm! Just incase ppl dont know, fetishizing is to make a fetish out of something, or to be irrationally or excessively devoted to an object, activity, etc. Fetishization in this case is when non mlm individuals obsess over gay men. There are often negative stereotypes being spread such as, like mentioned in a previous rant, “femboy x dominate strong man”. This pushes heteronormativity on us. Fetishization isn’t allyship. Gay and mlm relationships are not there for your consumption and for you to sexualize, and we’re not your pleasure for non mlm ppl to get off to. Fetishization isn’t drawing two men hugging, kissing. It’s not thinking a gay pairing is cute and the dynamic is fun. It’s not fetishization to support us. Fetishization is making us an object of pleasure, only seeing us in a sexual light, forcing heteronormativity into context between two men. When it’s a man watching lesbian porn or getting off to wlw, it’s wrong and fetishization right? But when women watch gay porn it’s often overlook and brushed off. Why is that? Furthermore, I guarantee no gay man wants to follow you around and say “yaaaas Queen!” And give you fashion and relationship advice. We aren’t your pleasure. We aren’t your gay best friend. We’re humans just like you.

Stop calling dicks ‘members’, you sound like you’re fucking 11 and cant come to curse because your parents say not to. Childish and immature.

Clothing shouldn’t be divided in ‘genders’. Women can wear pants and shirts, but a man can’t wear a dress or skirt? A trans man, and nonbinary person should not be told they can’t wear ‘feminine’ clothing because that makes them female. It’s a piece of fabric for fucks sake???? Many cultures have men wearing clothing designed like skirts and dresses, so why cant someone identifying as anything other than female wear one?

#finn rambles #rant #ranting #i’m tired

9 notes · View notes

vampiricsheep · 3 years

Note

Can I ask about how the whole urban fantasy crew dresses? Do any of them have accessories they wear constantly? Clothes they prefer? Fabrics they love or can't stand?

Also if urban fantasy Banni listens to spotify what would the playlist look like?

Ah thank you!! This will get a little long, i hope nobody minds haha

Keith - peak mall goth aesthetic in black skinny jeans (but one size up), combat or platform boots, heavy foundation and smudged black liner/shadow, black lipstick, and an impressive assortment of ironic black tees and hoodies with such hits as "dead on arrival," "vampires bite," and (this is a real shirt actually) two coffins with the text "let's sleep together."

The key to his fashion is making it loose without being too baggy and using makeup to make it look like the gaunt dead look is intentional.

As for accessorizing, he's got snakebite piercings that he usually keeps black rings in, though he might swap out studs some days. He likes to wear costume contacts, so while on most days youll probably see him with shiny yellow or slit-pupil eyes, his real irises are a dull brown like faded pennies.

The one accessory he will never be found without is a black ribbon around his neck. It covers the bitemark from the vamp that turned him and halts its necrosis.

Ken - unlike his bloodsucking twin, ken doesnt show as much of a dramatic flair in his fashion choice, and becoming a werewolf didn't change that. He tends to wear light patterned button downs open over a white tee, and good work jeans and boots that are comfortable for standing in for long periods of time. On particularly hot days he might wear a sporty tank top and some plain shorts.

As for accessorizing, sometimes Ken will wear a plain gold necklace on a thin chain, but the pendant doesnt matter much; its just for that v neckline illusion. He's got a stud piercing in his right ear, but takes it out before a full moon since it'd be a surefire tell that he isnt a normal dog.

Jaspen - for casual wear, she favors comfortable clothes and will typically wear a plain tank over a sports or wire bra and some shorts that are just long enough to cover her butt + some flip flop sandals. If she's going out, though, she might wear something with boots and fishnets and shiny vinyl and wear a push-up bra that fits well (hard find i know).

When going out she loves to put on a spiked or studded choker, but in general the only accessories you'll consistently see are the many, many piercings in her ears and face. It's a good thing she takes better care of her piercings than she does of herself, because an infection can get really painful.

She's not a fan of lace but doesnt have any textural aversions (lucky her)

Ro - really does just dress like an average guy who happens to be a werewolf. In any event hes going to be dressed as generic as possible, and blend in if you arent looking too hard. The one thing of note is he avoids things with a ton of buttons or zippers because they're a (literal) pain to struggle with. For office settings he might stick to those fake button downs with the magnet closures, if you know what I'm talking about?

He's considered getting piercings but doesnt want to find out if the wolf thing will aggravate them.

Miriam - as we all know, he dresses for whatever role he takes and does it well. If he's not maintaining appearances though, he loves wearing black fishnets, hot boots or heels, leather or shiny vinyl, that sort of thing. There's no gendered influence on those choices; it's simply whatever looks best together in that moment.

When accessorizing, he loves a good choker, and has one with a heart-shaped ring that's beyond cute. He doesnt have any piercings, and can't get them done traditionally anyways, so the only earrings you'll catch on him are clip-ons.

Banni - it's hard for them to find clothes that fit - they're too short for most adult sizes, but dont have the proportions to fit into kids sizes either - so they're often in baggy attire like too-large shirts and shorts that look a little long on them but thankfully fit the hips. Theyre fond of hoodies and coats that they can really sink into when sitting curled up on a chair, and while they would like to wear longer pants, it requires turning them into cut-offs that then invariably fray. They cant stand the type of vinyl and synthetic fabrics used in coats and backpacks though - the sound of anything brushing against them is like nails on a chalkboard. They won't wear leather, wool, silk, or anything with down in it as well; theyre pretty strict on the no-animal-consumption thing.

Banni's also restricted by budget, so their clothes are typically secondhand or borrowed or taken from a free bin.

As for accessories, banni has two small gold hoops on the upper rim of their left ear, but not much else.

As for banni's music, they don't have a cell but they do have an old mp3 player and have a bunch of instrumental music, favoring woodwinds and strings that almost seem to have a voice, as well as some soft indie and slightly emo stuff. (I do have a playlist for them, but it's definitely more songs that for them rather than what theyd listen to)

#my characters #keith the vampire #ken the werewolf #banni #jaspen #miriam #werewolf rob #thank you so much for the ask!! it was nice to chew on and help me think about these again 💖

4 notes · View notes

zeldasayer · 5 years

Text

Loving Din X - Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining

Pairing: Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: Finally reunited with your love Din and your sweet green bean Baby, life on the island isn’t what you were expecting.

*Whilemina & Stark are your parents

Warnings: ANGST, lengthy depictions of depression/hopelessness

“Listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness

Like a heartbeat drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost”

The wind tries to push the door open with more force than you expected and you catch it before it slams into the wall, heart racing as the sound would have probably made you fall a part. You pull the door closed behind you and press your back against it. The wind whipping your hair behind you as tears fill your closed eyes and your mind tries to drown in the sound of the crashing waves, the whirling wind. Anything. You want to drown in anything.

The wind is warm and it hugs you in your loneliness and you wish you could make yourself move. To run as far away as your feet will take you. Until they are raw and red with blood, and you’ve forgotten your name. But you’re gripping the door to the bungalow as if it is the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge of the universe.

You were once overjoyed with the thought of being reunited with Din & Baby. To live together again, in the warmth and sunshine. You wanted to revel in the fact the Din’s hair has gone curly from the humidity. That Baby has to be fashioned tiny shorts to keep up with the heat. You wanted to stare longingly from the beach as Din rushes to the shore after Baby, scooping him up before his tiny toes touch the water, and hearing Din pant, “How do you get down here so fast? Where do you think you’re going to swim to?”

Instead you are plagued with insomnia. Laying silently next to Din as the weight of the room suffocates you every night. The sound of waves crashing, that you thought to be so soothing, sounds like an airspeeder crash that you cant stop from happening over and over again. The sound of Din’s breathing, that once kept you grounded does nothing to help your panic. Not even Baby’s soft snoring keeps you in your body, as Baby can no longer fall asleep alone in his own bedroom. Everything has changed. Din can’t leave for his new job teaching sign language in town without you being up before him to look into his eyes. Not in a loving way, but in a way to memorize how the irises meet the pupils, the lines in the skin around them, and the eyebrows above when you were previously satisfied with just a kiss on the head with no disturbance to your slumber. You can’t explain the reasons, but you feel if you don’t memorize one part of his face every day before he leaves, you’ll lose it forever. It’s all you can focus on, the possibility of forgetting. The possibility of losing. You feel isolated in your focus, channeling all the terror, the rage, the exhaustion into feeling absolutely nothing at all. You often wonder if you’re some knd of masochist for it depresses you immensely, yet there is a great deal of comfort in the emptiness. It’s safe in the emptiness. In the emptiness you don’t have to tell Din you can’t sleep because the thought of waking up and he’s gone again is enough to kill you from the inside, out. In the emptiness you don’t have to think about how devistating it is you can’t even take a bath anymore without Baby thinking he has to live without you again. It was sweet at first - the first night you were reunited, Baby whined until you let him sleep with you and Din. You loved it, together again with your sweet boys. But it didn’t stop there, Baby shrieked in tones you had never heard before every time Din walked away from you as he held him. Climbing up over his shoulder, arms reaching out for you, the look of fear in his eyes, for even mundane things like walking out to the beach before you as you made lunch. Baby didn’t trust Din anymore and it was evident almost instantly. Only weeks into being back together you had your green bean up on the counter, watching you attempt to get your bearings back within your art. Which really meant standing in front of the canvas all day as you had a one sided conversation with your boy. The back doors were open, for the breeze throughout the the morning and when Din came home in the afternoon the front door swung open with such force, it hit the wall. This was the first time this happened, and it was all you needed to shift into a state of feral protection. Heart racing, you scooped Baby up and in a moment of uncertainty, turned your back to the door, shaking with ragged breath, you crouch to the ground.

“My moon...” Din says softly.

You inhale sharply and turn to put Baby back on the counter. Your eyes are wide and you don’t know what you’re feeling. It’s like when you were a child and every emotion would happen at once, you’re older now but you still choose rage over them all. It’s the easiest.

“What the fuck Din? Would you watch the goddamn door, Jesus Christ!” You bark at him but you don’t stop. You rip into about how inconsiderate it is to let the doors slam, reminding him you have a child and if he wants another he’ll have to learn how to be more respectful with the noise. You don’t know who’s speaking for you, it just keeps spilling from your mouth with the intention to hurt. Speaking loudly as to not hear the terror and confusion rattling around in your mind or your heart that’s still racing through your chest. The rage within fires on as Din does nothing to stop you. He stands there, lips pursed and eyes hollow, just taking it. Your words that have absolutely no justification because you wont tell him what’s going on inside, but he knows you. He knows you’re floating between planets in this moment and you don’t trust your own emotions. He’s seen it before, and you need to make a conscious effort to come back down.

“Hey!“ Din yells, yanking your wrists up and pressing your hands to his chest. “It’s me. It’s Din. Come back down to the planet, I’m here. Tell me what is wrong, what can I do?”

You dig your fingers nails into the flesh through his shirt and he tightens his grip around your wrists.

“Everything hurts-“ you whisper but are cut off by what you can only assume was Baby believing that Din was hurting you and acting to protect you.

Din is pulled away from your embrace, slipping through his hands as he grunts in confusion. And with a force much greater than you could ever push him, he slams into a door frame on the opposite wall, falling to the ground.

Both your hands clasp over your mouth with a gasp as the panic sets in all over again. Pushing through it, you rush to him, scolding your boy as you kneel between Din’s legs. “Baby, no!”

You lift Din’s big beautiful face with your hands, as Baby turns his back to you and sits on the counter, head down. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says, sitting up.

You push the hair out of his face, then bite your lip and look up to the ceiling. Wondering, how did we get here? As your eyes fill with tears.

Din wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your chest, “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... I’m sorry...”

Din is always sorry now.

He’s sorry you can’t sleep, he’s sorry your appetite and your inspirations have died, he’s sorry Baby doesn’t stop crying, he’s sorry you curl into a ball every time he tries to arouse you, and he’s sorry he’s the reason for all of it.

Because even though there is comfort in the emptiness, it is still the same place where Din’s finger tips now feel like hot iron. It’s the same place where even if you get a wink of sleep, you have that same dream of Din leaving with Baby in the armour. The emptiness is where you feel yourself slipping into the likes of your father and you watch yourself do nothing about it. Din is always sorry yet he never tries to help you the way Wilhemina did Stark. Are you and Din no better than two people who were never even truly in love?

In the emptiness you’re too scared to tell him how it truly feels. That you’re drowning every single day and how you don’t know how you fit into the galaxy anymore. You’re scared to tell him you feel like you did as a child and you don’t know what is looking back at you in the mirror again. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, this wasn’t supposed to be your life and at one time you didn’t know who you’d be if you weren’t Baby’s mom or the love of Din’s life but now you don’t know where you fit with them either.

It is so fucking lonely in the emptiness for every day it feels like you’re screaming out to Din and Baby, but they can’t hear you. That you’re running your finger down the bridge of Din’s nose, or the space between Baby’s eyes, but they don’t feel a thing. That you’re standing in the middle of the room bleeding out the universe in your heart that they’ve lived in for so long, but they don’t even see you.

A bolt of lightening lights up the ocean and it snaps you out of your trance. You wish you could live in the flashing light, and how it turns the water into clear blue crystal before you. Your feet finally move for you as you sink into the cold sand one step at a time, but you don’t know where they’ll take you. You want to become the ocean, the stars, the sand beneath you because they are useful. They are needed, they are beautiful. Maybe you could love Din more completely if you were the ocean he adored swimming in, or care for Baby properly if you were the sand he liked to let fall through his three small fingers. You are nothing to them if you are but your mind and your body operating as two separate entities.

Today you wept in the kitchen sink until your collarbones hurt, because Baby tried to heal you the way he does with cooking burns and small cuts. You didn’t even realize you had crawled up into your mind as you cut fruit for Baby to eat, trying to count every hair on your body that stood up from the breeze through the window. Trying to think if there were more ways you’d be useful as the breeze that flows through the bungalow and rustles the palm trees above than what you were now. Kissing Din would be easier as the breeze, you would be delicate again, like the life you once lived and that is almost enough. It’s not until you feel Baby’s hand on your forearm that you’re brought back into the room. You look down to find him with the look of concentration across his small face and you know what he’s trying to do.

“Oh no, Baby.” You coo, pulling his hand away from you. “You can’t heal this, my love.”

You mean for your words to come out as a joke at your own expense, but you could barely choke through them.

Another bolt of lightening cuts through the sky and it stops you with a gasp. The gravity of your life now weighing on you as you realize you’re ready to become the ocean instead of telling Din you don’t feel like a human being anymore, only because you don’t want him to blame himself. For you understand he did what he had to do, and you’d rather feel like this than live without him and Baby at all, so why is it so fucking hard? You’ve forgiven him, you’ve decided to move on together so why does it feel like you don’t know him at all? You are so full of rage because you know you are holding yourself back and you are so full of rage because you’re just like your goddamn father.

Aren’t you?

“Y/N!” You hear from behind and when you look back, you see Din pulling on a shirt as he steps off the deck and into the sand.

“What are you doing?” He calls again as he gets closer, and you suddenly feel like Baby. Where would you swim to?

You don’t answer, just watching his curly hair flowing back in the wind. All you want is to run your fingers through it, to feel it like you used to. You want everything to feel like it used to, but it’s too much to even look Din in his eyes and you turn out to the water.

He tries to take your hands, but you pull away and he rubs his jaw.

“You gotta let me in.” He sighs.

You look back at him with wide eyes. You’ve had this conversation before. Years ago, when you found Din’s modified blaster, before you knew he was a Mandalorian. That seemed simpler than this but nothing would have changed if Din hadn’t talked to you that night.

“Something is wrong.” You say, pulling your hair behind your ears in a way to tame it in the wind. “Something is wrong with me.”

Din looks up as it starts to rain, but neither of you move.

“I don’t feel the same, Din. Nothing feels the same. I don’t know where I fit anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, stepping toward you as you tense up, crossing your arms.

“I know you’re sorry,” you say through closed eyes and a tense jaw. “But what you’re sorry for doesn’t even matter anymore. Din, something is wrong.”

“Then tell me what it is!”

The words are caught in your chest and it physically pains you. “I want to become the ocean.”

Din looks confused, “What are you talking about?”

“When I was growing up, the only thing that kept me going was the belief that one day I’d be better. But now I’m older and maybe this is just it. Maybe I’ve felt all that there is to feel, and this is it for me.”

“Don’t say that,” Din shakes his head. “I need you.”

“What about what I need?”

“What does that mean?” Din demands, rain dripping down his nose.

“I don’t know!” You cry.

“What do you know?”

“That I love you.” You yell over the rain, “That I love you so much, but my head is too messed up. I’m tired of feeling this and it won’t stop, Din. It won’t stop and I’m so scared.”

Din takes your face in his hands, “Let me help you, my moon. Please.”

As hot tears mix with the cold rain, you bite your lip and shake your head, “What if I’m not enough anymore for you, or Baby?”

“You are all we need. This is just a moment, it will pass. Like your father’s.”

You clutch Din’s wrists, “I thought I was like my father, but I’m worse. He was brave. I am nothing.”

“Don’t say that.” Din exclaims, wiping the tears and rain from your cheeks. “The sun rises and sets for you. You and only you.”

It’s the first time Din has said that to you since before he disappeared and you feel like you’re going to collapse. “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore. I’m not strong like you Din. I want to be strong and beautiful like you, but I don’t know how.”

“You are the strongest, most beautiful person I have ever known. We’re going to get you help my moon, I promise.”

“Why are you like this? I’ve done nothing but hurt you. Pick fights and push you away.”

“I don’t care.” Din shrugs.

“Din, I haven’t touched you in weeks.”

“I don’t care, Y/N. Everything you’ve ever given me has felt like the first time. I waited 35 years for you, I’ll wait 1000 more.”

You search Din’s face trying to find one line, one section of skin, a reflection in his eye that looks familiar but you come up empty.

“Din, what if I never want to touch you again?”

Tags: @otherthingsinhead @aeryntheofficial @maryan028 @readsalot73 @osric-the-l3m0n-l0v3-demon @capsironunderoos @antclottz @intense-sneezing @igotmadskills @applesislife @marrvelle-fics @killtherandomness @holyground1996 @taoiichii @kyoko-yuuki @bookwormmarvel @xplrreylo @the-resident-demon @sad-anxious-girl @jaegers-and-kaijus @drinkfantasy @forbidden-darkness @hyveee @fangirlfreakingout @petalduck @fahhhhq @thatonebishsstuff @midnightsinger @jenniferdaniels12 @hiscyarika @tryn25 @raveviolet @watsonwise @aproperthottie @lettonystarkbehappydamnit @hyunjins-wife

A/N: I love you. Love, Zelda

#loving din #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #baby yoda #the mandalorian angst #star wars fanfiction #star wars #pedro pascal x reader #mandalorian #mando #mando x you #mandalorian x reader #din djaren #din djarin #din djarin x reader

436 notes · View notes

corvidshipping · 3 years

Text

modern au red/milo dump while i try to get myself together to answer asks nd work on ATJ:

(tw for alcohol mentions near the end, also this is an EXTREMELY long post, its so long that even after i split it into categorized sections each section could be its own post)

CLOTHING

milo absolutely has no sense of fashion. i feel like this is basically canon - for the styles at the time, he dresses fairly basic, mostly focused on looking put together for his job (definitely dresses aimed more towards how he would like to be treated by his peers, despite his actual position - then again our best example outside of the expedition is when he's about to deliver what he considers the most important presentation of his life, so who knows, maybe he usually dresses like a slob). aside from that his main concern seems like practicality and comfort. his wardrobe is dominated by earth tones - beiges and greens set with white and greys. all of that taken into account, i can see him dressing like this in a more modern era:

basically- a lot of cardigans, usually collared shirts or comfortable turtlenecks (since he does still occupy a research position at the smithsonian, even if only in title), big ol' coats, khakis and chinos and slightly stiff dress pants complete with ironed creases. i can see him wearing similar clothes outside work, just more comfortable - jeans and knitted shirts, henleys, more turtlenecks, and comfy cardigans over short sleeved shirts. i dont really see him wearing a lot of prints, i think he'd veer more towards solid clothes in lighter colors, but maybe he has a few. hes definitely the kind of guy to think of wearing the single graphic tee he owns as "bold and wild".

im very married to the idea of him wearing converse though. i cant explain it. milo in converse keeps me going in this world

hes kind of broke so i think maybe he got the converse secondhand maybe? or a gift of some kind. aside from the converse i can see him wearing a lot of oxfords and maybe wingtips

i want to see him in a hawaiian shirt so bad. i am losing it at this thought. he buttons it all the way up to his neck like someones awkward dad. milo wears a hawaiian shirt to "let loose". he wears it with like, khakis. or knee length jorts AHHHHDJHDSGJHDSJGh

a tie??? does he wear his hawaiian shirt with a tie???? does he think it makes it look cooler?????????? i am sobbing

red is the COMPLETE opposite. in the canon 1914 setting, red is already very rebellious for an AFAB person of their era- theyre openly a suffragette, they frequently refuse to wear skirts even in public and dress in mens clothes even before they were openly nonbinary, despite not being accepted into the male-dominated research fields and colleges they continue to educate themself with or without help, they purposely aim for an "unfeminine" silhouette when they dress, refuse to wear corsets, etc. (spoiler alert- there's a clear reason they get on so well with audrey in ATJ)

theyre also easily mistaken by people that didnt know them prior to their transition for being just a very small/young cis man- even though they canonically have a very soft "traditionally feminine" face

so basically, in any era theyre set into, red is always gonna aim to be ahead of the curve- both in their personal beliefs and practices and in their fashion. theyre also very androgynous in their clothes, although they tend to aim a bit more masculine (thats partially due to the era though, and having been forced into skirts exclusively for their entire life- i think in a modern setting where its more acceptable for AFABs to dress and act in a less hyperfeminine way, theyd be more okay with a fluidity in their gender presentation).

all that taken into account, i can see them dressing like this:

lots of baggy clothes, especially baggy jackets and shirts. they like loose fitting high waisted pants like JNCO jeans, cargo pants, etc but they arent averse to pencil legs. they rarely ever wear skinny jeans or drainpipes though. messy hair is a lifestyle for them- their haircut is definitely home-done

you know how in BICSTLY they used to have really long hair before they cut it? in a modern au i can see them impulsively doing the cut at like 3am and waking milo up at his door cause they screwed it up and he ends up having to help fix it (even though hes literally no better at cutting hair than them. worse even)

definitely have an undercut bob- bob on top, shaven on the bottom layer. they might end up growing their hair into a mullet at some point if they get bored. probably dyes their hair all the time out of boredom and then regrets it later and has to use dye remover.

lots of ripped tights and fishnets, leggings with big loose crop tops, big hoodies, safety pin jewelry and homemade jewelry. maybe some sticknpokes.

all that said, they still know how to dress in a professional situation. since its a modern au theres really nothing holding them back from the education and career they canonically want but cant get in the 1910s, so i imagine they would work at the smithsonian as well, maybe their father helped them get the job? potentially in that case they might be his assistant- after all, he trusts their opinion on artifacts more than anyone else's.

at work you can still very much see the punk/skater/grunge/goth style but its more understated- turtlenecks, high waisted and looser dress pants, lots of black, slightly unbuttoned collared shirts with a loose overcoat and no tie

since i elaborated on milos shoe taste i may as well elaborate on red's: they definitely wear converse as well, probably newer than milo's since their father is fairly wealthy and they can afford it. they also have a doc martens collection. they have a pair of demonias but they never wear them and milo is really the only person to even know they own them, let alone see them in them. they really dont like to wear heels much, but they own a few just to play around with. they have a bad habit of wearing any laced shoes untied, but they never trip over the laces. they also use lace code- their most-worn Docs have purple laces on the right foot and yellow on the left. some of their Docs have (reclaimed) pink laces.

has an extensive pin collection including feminism pins, anti-racism pins, punk-related pins, skater-related pins, and pop culture pins (80s music, modern music, old movies, etc)

MUSIC TASTE

milo's into a lot of older music- stuff from the 50s is his favorite. really into jazz and ballroom style stuff. his favorite band is queen, i think- he likes the old-fashioned sound, the jazz-chamber-ballroom influences, the diversity of their lyrics, and the complexity between the guitar riffs, the basslines, and freddie's vocal runs as well as the vocal harmonies.

sometimes he hums good old fashioned lover boy to red and they two-step in the living room in their pajamas :pleading:

also very into rush. yes, he is a rush guy :pensive:.

also listens to a surprising amount of lo-fi? he really likes stuff that remixes older music with hip hop and lofi elements, like earl grey. nearly exclusively into instrumental stuff but also very into louie zong. he listens to it while he works a lot.

knows a lotttt of foreign artists, especially niche ones. fuckin LOVES casiopea

red's spotify is a goddamn mess. everything from 2000s emo, to classic 70s punk, to post-punk and new wave, to 90s pop, to rap. they cant be easily classified at all

their favorite bands are oingo boingo, prince, queen (they listen to a lot of their harder-rock music, but milo knows theyre into the ballads too. theyll never tell anyone else though), doja cat, lil nas, fall out boy, and billie eilish.

red recites the intro monologue to lets go crazy very seriously to make milo laugh, sometimes. they get very into it with their facial expressions. sometimes it devolves into a full air guitar/keyboard/drum and wild dancing session. milo does not know how to participate in this but he loves watching them have fun with it. sometimes they pull him off the couch to make him dance with them, though

they are a huge sucker for dark pop, vaporwave, retrowave, EDM, hip hop, emo, punk... etc etc. anything that combines any two or more of those genres in an original or interesting way gets their attention right away

there's a lot of sharing between the two of them- even though their music tastes are so different, they like a lot of the others taste, and theyre always up to listen to whatever their partner is playing.

red is a huge softie, and milo has found them more than once listening to or humming something he was playing for them the other day because it reminded them of him

speaking of which- in the 1914 canon, red can play piano. i think that carries over to a modern au, where they could play piano and by extension keyboard. i like to think they experiment with a lot of instruments but i doubt they ever really mastered any others. maybe theyre okay at drums or bass?

they learned to play and sing teo torriatte for milo, as a surprise. when they first performed it for them, they had everything set up for when he got home from work- the lights were dimmed, they had candles lit around the keyboard, they draped stuff in cloth to make it look pretty, they scattered flower petals around. when milo walked in and saw it all, he almost proposed then and there- the only thing that stopped him was that he would kick himself for the rest of his life if he did that without a ring.

HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES

milo is still an avid chess player in this, but i like to think hes in some kind of groupchat or text or discord server for it. he doesnt necessarily consider any of the others in the chat close friends, but he does know them all by name

he tries to get red into chess but they never really get it

he tells them all about the stuff that goes down in the games and they just. do not understand. but they love listening to him get excited about it anyway

"red you're not gonna BELIEVE this, eddie played an italian game on star today! i thought for sure she would see through it since everyone knows it but she slipped and he beat her in like, 13 moves! i wouldnt have believed it if i hadnt been there!"

"yes sweetie please tell me more" (barely disguised pained expression)

red is a skater and a regular at the skate park by the smithsonian

most regulars there know them by name, they can spot a newbie a mile away

they have a sticker of a broken tv with a skull inside of it on the underside of their board, its become recognized as a symbol of them unofficially

since theyre so regular and have been going there a lot longer than most of the other skaters that frequent the place, a lot of what they say is kind of just accepted as the rules

they have a bad habit of lecturing new kids who show up without knee/elbow pads or helmets at the very least. all the other skaters enforce it too. kids dont end up showing up without protective gear very often after their first visit

they brought a first aid kid and left it there and everyone has kept it stocked pretty well without them having to have much input. its kind of just a communal first aid kit

they once drew the broken tv symbol on the inside of a half-pipe and everyone started calling it red's ramp after that

they also started calling the bowl at the center of the park the Soup Bowl and now thats just accepted as the name. some of the newer kids genuinely thought that it was called that by the park and were shocked when they found out it was just a random nickname red gave it one day

theyve brought milo a few times but hes extremely awkward on his feet and could never really get his balance on a skateboard, and quite frankly red is afraid of what might happen if he tried even a low ramp, so he usually just sits at the rim of the bowl while red skates around

everyone knew he was their boyfriend before they even met him. a few of the regulars called him by name right away. one of them was certain red had brought him before.

but no

they just talk so fuckin much about him that its like they already know him

aside from skateboarding, red is pretty good on rollerskates/blades

they tried to take milo to a roller rink once but it was a disaster and they ended up going home, changing into pajamas, ordering chinese food, and marathoning movies till they fell asleep on the couch together. so not a total loss

theyre both very into movies. red is deep into horror and milo likes indie/art movies and just Cannot handle horror at all, but they both agree on old movies, from the 80s and 90s to like the 30s.

red has shown milo some of the classic horror movies and the niche old ones (from like the 40s) since theyre not difficult to stomach

every so often when red brings up wanting to see a horror movie milo is like "aw babe we can watch that tonight i promise it wont be bad" and he genuinely thinks he can handle it this time

he cant

he never can

it is always a lie

red ends up holding him every time and talking him to sleep, but it thankfully never causes like a major panic attack or anything like that

they love going to museums together, of all kinds. they love art museums. they also go to aquariums and aviaries

sometimes they like to go to other history museums and criticise the veracity or accuracy of exhibits/translations, all in good fun of course. theyre never actually being mean about it

SIDENOTES/UNCATEGORIZED

they both used to work at starbucks, when they were younger and before they worked at the smithsonian. they worked at separate stores 2 blocks from each other.

milo cant stand soda or carbonated drinks, red can and will chug a java monster in order to survive a long workday if they must. milo is constantly concerned for their health and wellbeing

they r both lightweights when it comes to drinking. they can split a six pack and both be falling-over drunk by the end of the night.

given the changes in beauty standards people DEFINITELY think milo is more attractive than they would in 1914. cmon. hes a lil twinky nerd. you think people wont eat that up?

he never really catches onto the flirting much though

did u think i would forget ki/da and the others? youd be wrong.

i simultaneously like the idea of something similar to the movie happening, but also just like... ki/da just being a regular person living on the surface. in either case they r all friends still

in the case of ki/da just being a regular person on the surface- i like the idea of atl/antis just being A Place in this au, maybe its a bit of a closed off country though? like, not many foreigners live there and to get there you basically need to be there as a diplomat or a scholar

maybe ki/da visits DC as a diplomat? she is a princess, after all

red meets audrey online cause they both yell at the same misogynistic asshole on twitter

they exchange discord names in the replies of the tweet and tell the guy not to interrupt them while theyre talking in his replies

i like to think red and milo are selected to go on an academic visit to atl/antis (to learn about the culture, with permission of the king), and audrey ends up as the mechanic on the ship during the visit and theyre like (spiderman pointing meme) at each other

red and audrey have so many inside jokes that they basically speak a different language. milo gets some of the terms from context and pop culture (they use "so very" in real life- as in "wow, that shirt is so very.") but he is hopeless to learn all of it

one of their inside jokes is any variation of "milo hot girl summer" and they REFUSE to explain it to him no matter how much he begs

milo wears that iconique tank top on the ship and they say it literally any time he bends over, picks anything up, reaches for anything, moves, BREATHES. he is bewildered and at this point concerned

(in truth, the joke came from red taking a really blurry picture of him in a short sleeve shirt where he looked pretty cute and captioned it "milo's having a hot girl summer rn" and they just could not stop repeating it once audrey met him IRL)

they have a minecraft world. i do like to believe that every so often vinny finds a way in- theyre never sure how- and griefs the shit out of them by blowing up EVERY. monument.

this post is getting long bc im enraptured by the idea of an atl/antis modern au so im cutting it off here but expect WAY MORE later

#paper_heart.txt #s: i didn't say it's the smart thing. but it is the right thing #alcohol ment tw

2 notes · View notes

ghostlyhamburger · 4 years

Text

Attractive

Prompt: Naked Photo Shoot

Request: Adrienette, Marinette is the model

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

It started with a simple request. Marinette wanted to try out more aspects of the fashion industry, and one of those was modeling. Adrien was a good friend, he’d be able to help her do an impromptu high concept photoshoot.

She picked some random photos from the internet as inspiration and brought some props over to Adrien’s house. His lush mansion was a much better backdrop than her apartment.

They went through a few shots, Adrien directing Marinette on how to pose for maximum effect. She was grateful that she’d been able to start speaking normally around him—it would be a disaster if she still tripped over her words.

That didn’t stop her heart from fluttering every time he touched her to guide her into a pose.

They went to his bedroom for a planned shot of Marinette wrapped in a white sheet, illuminated by the sunlight from behind. She was unsure about this, but the reference photo was beautiful, so she stripped down to her underwear and wrapped a sheet around herself.

Adrien took some photos, and Marinette felt beautiful, her hair down and blowing gently from a fan set up nearby. But then he lowered the camera and said, “Uh, Mari?”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I, uh—the camera can see your underwear through the sheet.”

She blushed. “Oh, um…I’ll be right back.” She crossed his room, still wrapped in the sheet, and walked into his bathroom to change.

Outside, Adrien started to mentally recite physics equations, trying to think about anything other than the half naked cute girl in his room. When she came out of the bathroom, he realized that wasn’t a problem anymore—because now there was a fully nude girl in his room.

Marinette was still tightly wrapped in the sheet, but with her hair slightly mussed and the light blush on her cheeks, she looked like she’d just walked out of a movie sex scene. She stood back against the window, and the sunlight illuminated her.

He could see the curve of her breasts, her hips clearly. The camera flashing on the white sheet made the thin covering practically invisible, allowing him to see the rosy circles of her nipples, the dark shadow at the apex of her legs.

He hoped desperately that his pants would hide his erection.

“Marinette,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual. “Is it okay if I, uh, move the sheet on you?”

Something about the tone of his voice made her remember that she was naked in Adrien’s bedroom. “Uh, o-okay,” she responded.

He stepped towards her and carefully draped the sheet, causing folds to cross her breasts and between her thighs, a little bit of censorship for the camera. If his hands brushed against her bare skin, neither of them said anything.

He took a few more shots, then asked, “Can you, uh, move to the bed? I have an idea with the sheet and how you look now, you’ll look, um…”

As he tried to find the right words, Marinette smiled gently and walked over to his bed. He directed her to lie down and let her hair splay out on the mattress, and she could only hope that the wetness between her legs wouldn’t show on the white sheet.

Adrien took a few more photos. Something wasn’t quite right with them, Marinette seemed to be staring past the camera when he wanted to see her face clearly, the sparkle in her eyes she had when she smiled.

“Can I try something weird?” he asked.

“Um, okay,” Marinette responded.

Adrien moved onto the bed and straddled Marinette, focusing the camera on her face from directly above her. The photo he captured was truly beautiful, her eyes wide, her lips parted and red from her nervous habit of biting them, smooth unbroken lines of skin along her neck and shoulders.

When she got over the shock, Marinette gave a smirk and coyly asked, “So? How do I look?”

Adrien wasn’t paying attention to his words as he took another picture, and the truth slipped out. “Hot enough that I’m definitely going to be thinking about these pictures later.”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide and cheeks red.

He set aside the camera, placing it on the mattress as he tried to figure out what to say. “I-I mean, I’m not going to—not that you aren’t sexy enough—we’re friends, I wouldn’t make it weird by—”

“You’re going to youch tourself—touch yourself—thinking of…me?”

He froze, still on top of her. He’d somehow lowered himself so he was resting on his forearms, his face only inches from hers. “I—I don’t know how to answer that without making this awkward.”

“Then just tell me the truth,” she replied softly.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “I am. You’re gorgeous, Marinette, looking like a walking sex dream naked in my bed, I’m only human…”

To his surprise, her smile widened as her eyelids lowered, a sultry look that had his cock aching to get out of his pants. “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Because I’m going to be thinking about this too.”

“Marinette,” he murmured. “Can I…?”

She lifted her head up from the mattress, a daring move that surprised herself, but when her lips connected to his, she wasn’t thinking anymore.

He readily returned the kiss, moving one hand to cup her cheek as his lips parted against hers, his tongue darting out to swipe against her lower lip. His fingers trailed down her neck to her shoulder, feeling the exposed bare skin, as her hands gripped at his T-shirt.

They parted after a too-short moment, eyes meeting as they both tried to process what happened.

“Adrien,” Marinette whispered. “Kiss me again. Please.”

He readily obliged, his lips pressed to hers once more, letting his body lower and press against hers. She gave a soft moan, and he never wanted to move from that spot.

She gave his shirt a small tug and murmured, “This isn’t fair…”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just wait a minute.” He moved off of the bed, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the ground.

Marinette sat up, clutching the sheet against her body as she watched him shed his pants, then his boxers. Her eyes shut and she blushed, too embarrassed to see him completely nude. She felt the bed dip as a weight settled between her legs, then she felt warmth as Adrien kissed her again, his arms around her, gently lowering her back on the bed.

His chest pressed to hers, warm and strong through the thin sheet, and lower she could feel him pressing against the juncture of her legs.

“Adrien,” she gasped between kisses. He moved his attention to her neck, still kissing her but letting her speak. “I—oh, Adrien…”

His hand was on her breast, fingers deftly finding her nipple through the fabric. He sucked at a spot on her neck, making her wriggle beneath him, her hips pulling up to meet his.

He pulled back with some effort and said, “Just—just let me know if any of this is too much.”

Marinette nodded. “Don’t stop…”

Adrien kissed her again, pressing his body to hers. His hips rolled against hers, and he groaned as he felt the sheet was wet because of her. He couldn’t help but shift his hips, grinding against her, against the warm and wet, and she cried out, moaning loudly as her legs unconsciously spread wider apart.

“Fuck,” he groaned, kissing her neck again. “So beautiful…”

She wrapped her legs around his, bare skin sliding together as her limbs slipped out from under the sheet. His hips were pressed forward, his length pressed against her pussy, the sheet the only thing preventing them from going further. Still, her lower lips were spread open slightly from the position she was in, and as his hips canted against her, the sheet rubbed against her clit.

“Keep—ahh—keep doing that, please,” she groaned, her head tilting back, letting Adrien continue to dot her skin with marks.

He was happy to oblige, thrusting forward, wishing the sheet wasn’t in the way but not wanting to stop long enough to remove it. The warmth of her pussy through the fabric, the way her arousal and his precum soaked the sheet and let it cling to him, it was so good he couldn’t help but move his hips again and again, the tip of his cock pushing past some resistance to be engulfed by a warm wet heat each time.

“Marinette,” he groaned between kisses. “I—I’m gonna—”

She cut him off with a kiss before quickly rolling over, so she straddling his hips, rocking herself as her cunt continued to grind against him. The sheet fell from her chest, settling on top of his, giving him a view of her bare breasts finally.

Adrien’s mouth went dry as he reached up to cup her breasts, admiring them as he brushed his fingertips across her skin. She was still grinding against him, the motion making her breasts bounce in a very lovely way.

He slid one hand down her body, letting it rest on her hip, as the other hand found her nipple and just so gently pinched.

The cry she let out, the way she tossed her head back, the sensation went straight to Adrien’s cock and he came, bucking his hips up against her as he groaned out her name. His eyes locked on hers as he tried to burn the image of her riding him into his memory.

Marinette whimpered, still grinding herself against him as he came back to reality.

“You didn’t…” he muttered as he realized.

She shook her head. “I-I’m close, so close, Adrien…”

He moved his hand from her hip and let it push past the sheet to find the space between her legs. He let out a shuddering gasp as he realized just how wet she was, and despite the fact that he was well spent, his cock twitched at feeling her fully.

Marinette smiled at him and put her hand over his, gently guiding him to find a small nub. He rubbed that spot with his fingertips, just watching wide-eyed as the beautiful girl on top of him moaned in higher and higher pitches until she screamed, her body shaking as she came.

She slumped forward on top of him, her lips meeting his as she felt like every string holding her upright had been cut at once.

Adrien wiped his hand on the mattress before bringing it to card his fingers through her hair. “Marinette,” he murmured softly.

She gave a hum in reply, smiling satisfied at him.

“Do you want to go out sometime?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.” She kissed him again, and murmured, “But we don’t have to wait that long to move this sheet out of the way, do we?”

#ml smut #mlnsfw #miraculust #ghostly writes #smutember 2020

41 notes · View notes

solaneceae · 5 years

Text

MY HUMAN!EGOS AU

i got a surge of inspiration and started creating my own versions of the egos! its still a work in progress but i love them to bits and im really excited to share them

JACKIE

grew up in an abusive household, emotional and sometimes physical abuse

parents screamed at each other all the fucking time, father was an alcoholic

Left home as soon as he was able to live by himself (16)

he’s 22 now

poor

trans boi, on T, wears a binder cuz he can’t afford top surgery

lives in an apartment with two roommates: Max, a philipino sound designer and independent musician (they/them) and their girlfriend Nilanjana (Nana), a buff training coach from indian descent

Jackie is in a queerplatonic relationship with them: they cuddle and kiss on the forehead during movie nights and all that cute shit

he has a part-time day job to pay the rent and bills: he gives self-defense lessons

he drinks his respect women juice

vigilante at night. gets hurt a lot. his roommates think he fights in an illegal fight club for extra cash and are worried about him

wants to save people and spread positivity wherever he goes

but he has the wrong way to go about it

basically he does the PMA thing wrong and thinks any kind of negativity is bad and tries to force himself to be happy all the time.

not healthy, someone help this poor boi

anger issues, undiagnosed ptsd and ADHD

antsy boi! stimmy boi! He’s always bouncing on his feet or humming a tune or fiddling with his hair

aromantic asexual

pure of heart, dumb of ass. seriously, he’s such a dumb, but he does have street smarts

vitiligo!!

light blue eyes, dyes his brown hair lime green

extrovert, loves people

the kind of guy to record himself doing parkour and post it on tiktok

team hot cocoa

for the love of god please don’t give him coffee, he’s enough of a jitterbug already

wants a dog. prolly needs an emotional support one.

plays the drums. Fished a beat-up set somewhere, would like a proper one

fights with his fists and a wooden staff

no special powers, just self-taught fighting skills, natural flexibility and talent at acrobatics and rigorous training

MARVIN

he was born with green cat eyes, the physical representation of his extremely potent magic. parents were freaked out, and basically hid him away

had no control over his powers as a baby, would wreak havoc around him. think Mob from Mob Psycho 100

the upper side of his face was badly burned when he lost control of his powers as a toddler, so he wears masks to hide the scars. the cat one is just the one he wears most often

“hey, nice mask!” “it’s a prosthetic.” “...oh.” (it’s not that bad really, he’s just really self-conscious about it)

he was homeschooled his whole life and generally wasn’t allowed to go out much, so his social life/skills are nonexistent

his parents are famous fashion designers

they’re super rich and travel the world and send him a ridiculous amount of money every month

they say it’s for work but the real reason is that they couldn’t deal with having a “freak” as a son but couldn’t abandon him without getting bad PR

so instead they just took their distance and left him to live in a big-ass mansion by himself as soon as he was old enough (10 years old)

they dont really care what he does. last time they called him was when he was 13

last time they sent him a birthday card was when he was 18

now he’s 24

(and at this point he makes me think of bruce wayne lmao. he needs an alfred)

since he has money and home, he doesn’t need a job, so he just stays cooped up in the property and almost never leaves, he orders his food and groceries to be delivered to him

he’s basically a hermit at this point. and a huge nerd

he tries to use his natural magic as little as possible, (hello trauma my old friend) so he still has flimsy control over it

instead he dabbles into wicca and the occult to do stuff

A bookworm, quite serious, dresses like a hipster art school student. he wears SAROUEL PANTS.

glasses!! Big round rimless glasses!! soft!!!!

long brown hair, messy bun, dyes the tips dark green and purple

disaster gay

“sleep? what’s that? i only know coffee”

has three cats he rescued himself: Spades, Jasper and Poppy

has a huge greenhouse linked to the main building. he likes gardening a lot, whether it’s for his craft, for cooking or just because he likes seeing plants flourish

HOW THEY BOTH MET / IDEAS AND SHIT

Jackie tried to take on a whole ass drug ring and bit more than he could chew at the time so he got beat up pretty bad. He managed to escape with his trusty grappling hook and swung around a bit before crashing through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse while Marv was tending to his plants, in the early morning.

Long story short Marv is in a panic because a complete stranger (also the only human being he’s interacted with in months) just flopped in front of him and is probably dying and he wants to call an ambulance.

jackie: *beaten black and blue and coughing up blood* jackie: oh hey how’s it goin’ marv: *distressed nerd noises* marv: oh my god who the fuck are you but also are you dying in my house im calling an ambulance- jackie: uh yeah no please dont im kinda doing illegal stuff also i cant afford it marv: marv: wh-

also what if marv calls the family’s doctor since jackie won’t go to a hospital, and it’s fucking Schneep henrik: what the fuck did you do this time marv: it wasn’t me! jackie: your family doctor scares me marv: that’s why they hired him

maybe after that jackie keeps coming to see marv and marv is like “ugh you again-” and he always come to marv whenever he gets hurt, to get patched up by schneep. he broke the ceiling two more times basically they become “hey ron hey billy” vine, its just a habit at this point.

Marv is a rich boi that doesn’t know anything about life. at this point i realize he’s like a mix of Elsa and Rapunzel, and Jackie is kinda Flynn xD Jackie just… aggressively becomes Marv’s friend despite the magic man’s reluctance, and shows him the world. love me some smart grumpy nerd/dumb happy jock friendship

jackie: im your friend now marv: wh- jackie: *drags him outside* LETS GO CLIMB A BUILDING TOGETHER-

Marvin but he’s never been in a grocery store in his entire life because he just orders super expensive pre-made meals to his house or cooks his own veggies, and he’s just amazed at the first one they go to

like “wHAT, IT’S A ROW OF FREEZERS! Remind me to install one of these at my place!”

and Jackie, who just came here for bread and milk, looks at him fondly but also is very concerned. Also he doesnt question marv’s masks, he just thinks they look cool

@tabbynerdicat it’s my bois! @lilakennedy because i know you like those two, and your love for them motivated me to develop them first

#caori's stuff #jacksepticeye #jse #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #jackieboy man #jbm #marvin the magnificent #jse au #human!egos AU

27 notes · View notes

spiffysixxsense · 4 years

Note

Hello annoying best friend here to fulfill my duty by asking you to answer all of the cute asks

angel; do you have a nickname?

not really. my name is already short and I don't have a prominent quality to nickname me after. The only person who refers to me as anything other than my name is my boyfriend, but I don't think “babe/baby” really counts as a nickname lol

awe; how old are you?

baby; favorite color?

dark teal (blue-green? I've never found a good name for my favorite color)

bloop; spirit animal?

so because I didn't have a good answer for this, I decided to google a quiz to find out, lol. My answer was a deer. here's why;

When you have the deer as spirit animal, you are highly sensitive and have a strong intuition. By affinity with this animal, you have the power to deal with challenges with grace. You master the art of being both determined and gentle in your approach.

The deer totem wisdom imparts those with a special connection with this animal with the ability to be vigilant, move quickly, and trust their instincts to get out the trickiest situations

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

i don't really have a favorite book, i don't read much outside of school (I wish i did)

movie: A Beautiful Mind

song: oh dear lord i cannot pick just one, but all-time favorite band of mine is Shinedown

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

a little stuffed dog that looked like Kipper from the TV show, I still have him :)

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

lmao what came to mind was when i pledged to never drink, smoke, or say bad words. two out of fucking three ain't bad i guess.

bright; mermaids or fairies?

(honestly neither but) fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

given the asker, i would say yes :) also i am lame and my boyfriend is also my best friend

buttercup; showers or baths?

S H O W E R S. hate baths!

butterfly; dream destination?

I've never had a huge desire to travel honestly. like sure i could say Italy or Greece look beautiful, but the actual act of traveling overseas really stresses me out lol. so i would have to say more like upper midwest, like Maine, in the fall time for all the pretty trees.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

i am neither

calm; favorite scent?

anything fruity - pineapple, mango, berries, apples. at least in terms of what candles i like lol.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

i do not remember anything from last night - the last dream i remember involved my boyfriend, dad and i being lost up north lol

charming; have you ever been in love?

currently

cozy; eye/hair color?

hazel / brunette

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

the 1970′s for the fashion

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

love me a good succulent

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

well this last birthday was amidst quarantine, so I got some candles and granola (my boyfriend knows me well lol)

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

i have no idea? what an odd question? probably some stuffed animal?

cutsie; what makes you happy?

picnics, alone time, my boyfriend, my cat choosing to cuddle with me.

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

I really cant think of a time I've ever felt truly free. maybe when i drove myself to school earlier this year & didn't have to wait for someone to pick me up?

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

as a light in others lives. happy, bubbly. things i currently am not

daylight; favorite album of all time?

gosh these dang music questions. well, Nickelback - All the Right Reasons was the first album i ever bought myself. then maybe Shinedown - The Sound of Madness (i cant pick one OKAY)

dear; zodiac sign?

Taurus

delightful; concerts or museums?

concerts

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes? this question makes me feel old, lol.

dobby; dream job?

criminologist. some way to be reducing the mass incarceration rate in the US.

doll; how do you like to dress?

comfy, v necks and leggings. As i have gotten older i have slowly wanted to be more feminine i think, because i really want some sundresses for summer lol

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

one! when i was 12ish, i swear i saw a reflection of a uniformed man (like old school soldier uniform - blue blazer with gold cufflinks) behind me in the glass of my snakes tank at the time. it was weird because the only reason i even looked that way was because my snake started shaking his tail against the glass, something that corn snakes do when they are scared, but also something that in his entire life had never done unprompted ever.

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

want yes, have no

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

100%. no way we are alone in this universe

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

he makes my days so much better :)

fairy; do you have a pet?

I have one little old kitty :)

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

to vacation, ocean. to live, mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?

the secretary of state? lol

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

I've never owned a plant lol

garden; how many languages do you know?

one :(

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@cy-ne-fin

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

sepia photography/old books that have yellowed into sepia. or fresh greenery on white marble.

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

i don't really get any anymore, but as long as they are nice or just questions/venting, im down. don't be offended if i never answer though, for some reason i never get Tumblr notifications lol

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

im compassionate

im empathetic (which is similar but im struggling to get to 5 lol)

im goal-oriented

im determined (once i have said goal. again, related lol)

i guess i like my lips/lip shape

heart; silk or lace?

lace

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

tea. iced, black or green really, with sugar.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

bird watching because it means i am probably alone and in nature as opposed to somewhere in a crowd of people. and i wont feel creepy for watching the birds lol

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

white noise, a fan running. if that's not enough, i enjoy asmr. if i am really struggling/having anxiety, i will look up sleep stories from the headspace app on youtube (life hack to not have to pay for the app lol)

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

to be outside, i enjoy just warm enough to be comfy in pants and a t-shirt (so like 65F-ish) and sunny.To be inside, i love when it is cooler (like 50F?) and raining. I love the look, sound, and smell of rain but it is usually just inconvenient to be in.

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

well now all days are the same for me, #quarantine, so the same thing i do every day, just about nothing, lol

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

i guess laugh loudly because i am a loud person in general. i have a deep voice

kinky; do you blush easily?

i don't think so, my embarrassment turns into sweat, not blush, lmao

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

i guess being proposed to someday? but i don't have a certain dream way of it happening, just the fact that its happening is enough for me lol. id enjoy if someone (cough Elle or also maybe Michael lol) were secretly filming and/or taking photos of it? I am not sure how you'd manage that though

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

late at night when everything is quiet

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

old school three days grace (one-x album in particular)

love; what is your favorite season and why?

i always gravitate to fall for the leaves and pumpkin patches. but honestly, i think my favorite season is spring. i love the newly budding trees and flowers, the feeling of renewal, the release from the horrible Michigan winter lol, but most importantly, spring time for my whole life as of yet has always meant that school is over for the semester! as opposed to the fall when the semester starts. this is very long winded but spring final answer lol

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I've never had a macaron and blue moon ice cream

magic; what are five flaws you have?

ooooo boy

im short tempered/angry too much

im unmotivated (which is confusing maybe because i said i am determined earlier. you see, once i HAVE a goal i feel determined to finish it. but i am unmotivated to create said goals, lol)

im nonconfrontational to a fault where i always put others’ feelings before my own

i let fear of change stop me from ever taking risks/ am anxious

i am stubborn and sometimes have a hard time admitting i am wrong

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

this depends - screw pastels. warm neutrals for makeup purposes, but cool darks for aesthetic or decor purposes

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

someone who feels like home. I am not entirely sure how else to explain that. you just feel peace and content with them.

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

something that allows you to only be with your date - so like a picnic or hike or just a walk even. my boyfriend and i liked to walk around in the fall for me to take pictures of leaves while he played pokemon go (man i miss the pokemon go summer and i have never even PLAYED it, it was just so fun to be with him while he played)

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

on youtube usually

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. if your family is toxic for whatever reason, you do not owe them your time strictly because they are family.

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook, im not super into sweets & i want to enjoy the final product

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

normal? like its legible but its not pretty or cute

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

no:( wish i could play bass or drums

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

i don't :)

i really don't have an answer other than solving whatever is stressing me out, lol. i wish i had more mechanisms to calm me down but nothing i have tried has ever really worked

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

you know these favorites questions are hard for me lol. right now, i am loving watermelon, but i also love most fruits. kiwis! vegetable, i feel like i have to say potato lol

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

lol the last thing i read had to be some academic text, so that's boring

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

meeting Alex i guess, it changes my whole life path to have someone you want to do life with

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

quarantine? lol

shine; art or music?

music is art.

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

i think so. Elle’s dog griffin loves me for some reason lol

smitten; do you collect anything?

not really

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

jolly ranchers

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

nope

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

nope

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Spongebob probably. unless we are talking like really tiny, toddler age, then Winnie the pooh

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

i live in a 2 bedroom apartment, there arent any spots. lol. my bed i guess

soothe; digital or vinyl?

i mean digital for convenience but vinyl for aesthetic

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

i mean the only person i really actively miss ever is Alex. @cy-ne-fin sometimes, but i have also grown used to living away from each other

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyalty, honesty, & humor

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

if i must pick, practical.

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

absolutely not. i feel like a burden with my feelings even though i shouldn't

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

honestly not really. am on the fence still about ever having any

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

not really

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

i am as average as they come man, nothing is unique about me lol

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

like a background friend? like i am not very social, so we do not have to talk every day to be friends. so like im here if you need me, but i enjoy alone time.

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

the way my boyfriend looks at me, & as i was working on this my cat came to cuddle, which i gave as an answer earlier before he jumped up here :)

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owlllllll

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

the power to heal those who are hurting (including myself)

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home home home home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

not anymore, i did in high school/early college years. not I've stopped caring

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy? kinda in the middle really.

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

my state, sure. my city in particular is definitely pretty boring

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

I've never seen one :(

2 notes · View notes

positive-lesbian-vibes · 6 years

Note

I recently found out that I'm a lesbian (I realized I don't like men at ALL) and I'm femme, but sometimes it bothers me that people might not know I'm a lesbian. Is there any way I can still be femme but dress in a way that Fellow Gays would be able to recognize me? (I realize that stereotypes don't matter- I'm just asking in case there's any advice you can give. If there's anything ignorant I said, please let me know, because I'm still pretty fresh to this. :) )

this is a thing! it’s called flagging, its dressing in a particular way in an attempt to signal to other wlw that you like women!

i can super relate, people never even entertain the idea that i might not be straight, and it can be hard to meet other women when you dont even come up on their radar

before i get any further, i should give a quick disclaimer: there is no one way to “look gay,” and you dont have to conform to any sort of fashion standard to be a part of the lesbian community. if you’re a lesbian, then congrats! you look like a lesbian! but sometimes other people don’t say it that way, which can be disappointing. so i get it. i’ve been there.

there is a lot of stuff online for flagging, but some basic things that a lot of women do to signal that they are into other women are very femme-friendly, although there are certainly ways to “look gayer” that might not suit your style

I have a “how to look gay” tag but knowing tumblr, i cant imagine any of my posts on it would come up with a search, so here are my hot tips!

some common (but sometimes used by straight girls) things would be:

a flannel, i prefer mens because they are softer and warmer, but tying it around your waist can be a nice femme touch, although i will layer with flannels too.

you can double-denim/canadian suit it up. one way i like to do this is with like a black denim pant and a loose denim shirt or jacket over the top of a t-shirt. if double denim is too tacky for you, splitting it up into two separate-looking denims can help. but theres nothing wrong with a tacky denim get up!

things like undercuts or sidecuts, with one section of your hair buzzed short. may not be your style, but definitely gets the message across if youre into it

asymmetrical piercings. i have a double cartilage in my left ear but nothing special on my right. i hear industrial bars are a big thing, too. nose rings can be pretty hit or miss, i tend to believe they are gayer than other people do imo. but i have a nose stud so... i guess i cant really talk

in the same vein, tattoos. this one is also pretty hit or miss, because there are PLENTY of straight people who like tattoos (tats are cool, who can blame them) but i always think twice when i see a girl with a sleeve or a shoulder tat.

less conventional makeup. it doesnt even have to be too out there, but maybe like, you just dont wear foundation, or only do lipstick, or go really bold with your brows. my first term at college i saw a girl with really bold brows, a couple face piercings, and a flannel, and i just. Knew she was into women

boots. they dont have to be combat boots. but combat boots are pretty gay. people usually say wlw dont wear heels, but i know some who do.

accessories. this is a big one. i know a lot of lgbt people who are big on the rainbows, like rainbow bracelets, earrings, headbands, belts, pins, buttons, etc. generally i feel a little too loud with big rainbows all over my body, but there are other options! i like the interlocking venus symbols as a lesbian symbol, as its a bit more subtle but also relatively recognizable. i have two interlocking venus symbol necklaces, and a hat with a little rainbow on it. some lesbians like the labrys from the labrys flag, but it doesnt really seem as recognizably gay to me

theres definitely a quirky kooky femme fashion niche that i (sadly) cant say im a part of, but a bunch of femmes like to dress kind of tacky. there’s a big joke about “tacky lesbian fashion” because lesbians can be known to wear some interesting combos, like crocs with a skirt, etc, but this can be dressed up, too. louder prints that might not be too appealing to the average straight man OR woman can be a subtle way to give off vibes

hats. the classic beanie. even in the year of our lord 2019, i know nary a straight girl who would dare don a beanie. its just so classically lesbian. but you can opt for a baseball cap or bandana, too. backwards hats? very gay. my belief is that this stems from the classic lesbian pastime, softball.

dyed hair. usually unconventional colors. this one can go both ways, too. pastels tend to be “less gay” but that doesnt mean there arent lesbians out there rocking some pastel pink hair. streaks or an ombre of a bright or non-natural hair color give off vibes. the ends of my hair have been purple on an off since i was a freshman in high school.

the way you carry yourself. this one isnt a way of dressing, yeah, but it can be just as effective. my gaydar tends to go more off behavior/body language than appearance. it obviously isnt 100% (none of flagging ever is) and takes some practice, but I’ve generally been pretty good at figuring out if someone is gay from interacting with them. it isnt instant, takes practice, and can easily be wrong, but its usually my method of choice. unfortunately, this method almost NEVER gets the point across the straight people, who tend to think if you have long hair then there’s no WAY you could be a lesbian. body language to look out for: not sitting in chairs properly (a meme that reflects reality) like “manspreading” but as a woman, generally more confidence/self-assuredness, focusing more on women, being less “meek” and more “aggressive” with taking up space, accommodating for women’s comfort but not for mens, disregard of the male gaze, that sort of thing.

lastly, all of these things are just suggestions of how to “look gayer” based off stereotypes, some of which were played up by the lesbian community in an attempt to find each other. you dont have to change how you dress, act, look, or anything else to be a real lesbian or to “look” like a lesbian, because there is no one “thing” that lesbians look like. some of us dress to stereotypes, and some of us dont, but we are all lesbians at the end of the day, dressing and looking the way you feel most comfortable should be the goal. if that includes some things on this list, great! if not, thats fine too! you don’t have to do everything. just the stuff you feel good about

#how to look gay #long post #anonymous #ask

351 notes · View notes

fantasyfandommaiden · 5 years

Text

The Many Kisses of Carmine Regal

Carmine is completely fine with physical affection, she is a serial cuddler, is always open to give hugs, and kisses on the cheek. However, sometimes certain kisses means more than others…

(AKA What happens when Maiden wants to write some fluffy shippy stuff. Anyone have a favourite or thoughts on who else my OC could possibly be shipped with?)

~~~~~~~

Carmine was looking at her Nathalie with a raised brow as she continued to throw dress after dress out of her closet and onto the bed, clearly not impressed.

“Nathalie, why do I have to wear a dress?” Carmine asked in a bored tone as one said dress landed on top of her head, the red haired woman making no attempt to move it.

“Because as my plus one to this event, you need to wear formal wear.” Nathalie stated in a matter of fact tone, examining one of the dresses before shaking her head and tossing it. “Gabriel wasn’t exactly pleased with me informing him you were my plus one, so I refuse to give that man more ammo than necessary…”

“Not my fault your boss is a paragon of a scum and an all around dick.” she muttered, pulling the dress off her head as she looked at her friend. “Besides, I was nothing but cordial with him when he visited me for his session after the whole ‘Collector’ incident.”

Nathalie turned around and looked at Carmine with an unimpressed expression “Really? So you didn’t throw shade at him about his career and parenting style?”

“Can’t throw shade about a parenting style if he doesn’t have one Nathalie.” Carmine stated simply “Parents need to have an even balance of care and discipline Nathalie. Gabriel is all about discipline and punishment for Adrien when he is anything less than perfect, and that's not healthy for a boy his age. Heck, you are already more like a parent to him than Gabriel is.”

Nathalie, who had been looking into the closet again, span around, her eyes wide. “That’s not funny Carmine.” Nathalie stated simply. “I’m an assistant, not his parent.”

Carmine and Gladiolus looked at eachother, than at Nathalie “Oh really? Tell me, who calls me every other week for articles about childhood development and mental health?” she asked, looking straight at Nathalie “Or at the beginning of the school year how you asked for any and all thesis papers and articles about the benefits of public schooling over homeschooling? How you fight tooth and nail just so that kid can have a few spare hours a week to hang out with friends and be a normal teenager?” Carmine looked at Nathalie with a softer, more understanding expression, even as the dark haired woman remained mostly expressionless. “Or for that article about the grieving process when Mme Agreste’s disappearance reached the one month mark, and you asked for therapist that specializes in it that knew how to handle children going through loss.”

Nathalie remained silent as she turned back around, going through the closet “... Why do you own so many cardigans?” she asked, clearly looking for a change of subject. Carmine rolled her eyes not saying anything.

“Wait, what is this?” Nathalie asked, bringing something out. Carmine looked over uninterested however her eyes widened at the garment that Nathalie was holding.

Nathalie was holding a white, off the shoulder floor length dress that had a slit that went all the way to the mid thigh, the sleeves went all the way to the floor as well. The dress has ornate gold trip along the sleeves, and around the neckline, as well as a wide strip of it that went around the waist just below the bustline. Overall the dress had a mystical feel to it, as it should; it was one of the dresses that Carmine would only wear for rituals or for gatherings with other magical people.

Carmine was usually careful with keeping her mundane clothes and her ritual clothes separate. Normal clothes in the closet, rituals ones go into a tote under her bed. It wasn’t that the clothes themselves were magical in anyway, but the dresses were so unlike anything Carmine wore that she just kept them separated so her friends wouldn’t ask questions about it. Carmine must had finished washing this dress and hang it up in her closet without even thinking about it.

Nathalie was still looking at the dress, examining the inside of it “There’s no tag. Did you make this?” she asked, looking at her with an impressive expression.

“Yes.” Carmine stated truthfully. The red haired woman was no Marinette, but she knew how to work a sewing machine and had an abundance of patients for the craft. “I needed a dress for reasons.”

Nathalie looked at her with a raised brow “... Reasons?”

Carmine looked at her friend, her friend of almost twelve years who Carmine could tell anything, except for the fact that she was a mage. Not because she didn’t want to, or couldn’t but the fact that Carmine was waiting for the opportune moment… but this wasn't it.

“... I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Later when?” Nathalie asked, her eyebrows still raised.

Carmine looked at her friend, thinking it over “... At Christmas.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Nathalie stated, walking over, still holding the dress “Your wearing this to the event.”

Carmine looked at her with wide eyes “Wait, why?! This isn't a designer, and you said you didn’t want to give Gabriel more ammo than necessary!”

Nathalie rolled her eyes “Well, this isn't a designer but it IS gorgeous, and has excellent craftsmanship. If Gabriel cant see that then he really has lost his edge. Besides, it will look amazing on you.”

Carmine blinked, looking at her friend with a slight smirk “Flatterer.”

Nathalie sighed, shaking her head as she leaned down and gave Carmine a soft kiss on the forehead, lingering a second or two longer than necessary before standing up and looking down at her friend. “Shut up, and show me where your shoes so I can see what I am working with.”

~~~~~~~

At any given time during the school day, nine times out of ten Carmine could be found in her office. The only exception to this was during an akuma attack, staff meeting or if she was going to get her kettle filled with water to make more tea.

This wasn’t any of those times luckily, as she was at her desk, writing down some notes about the latest akuma victim when she felt SOMETHING enter her office. Carmine sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing at the door. One of the perks about being magical was that when someone entered her office (which she considered her domain) she could feel it.

When the door didn’t open, Carmine stood up slightly, looking down at the ground only to scowl as she saw just WHO had entered her office. A small grey dwarf hamster; also known as Zeus, Adrien’s familiar.

Carmine sat back down as the hamster climbed up her desk and crawled over the surface to stand at the edge looking at Carmine. Carmine just looked at the hamster with an unimpressed expression. “You know your not suppose to be away from Adrien for too long.” Carmine scolded him lightly, sipping her tea.

A soft light emanated as the hamster turned into a fair skinned and blonde haired man, wearing black dress pants and a matching vest over top of a white button up shirt. Her wore a smirk on his face as his striking blue eyes seemed to shine with mischief. He was leaning against the edge of Carmine’s desk, right beside her, looking down at her in his usual mischievous way. “He’ll be fine for a couple of moments. You shouldn’t scowl my dear, its proven to lessen your mood… although your grumpy face is adorable.” he lightly teased.

Carmine rolled her eyes, however a small smile was on her face. “What brings you here Zeus?” she asked him, sipping her tea.

“I wanted to know about the laws regarding killing.” he asked in the same tone you would use to ask someone what the weather was like.

Carmine froze for a moment, looking at the man who looked at her with the same smirk on his face, however Carmine could tell he was being serious. Carmine ran through a list of people he could mean, knowing that it had to be someone close to Adrien, since those were the only people Zeus could observe. After thinking about it for a moment, only one person came to mind.

“... It is still very illegal and Adrien would hate you.” Carmine said shortly. “He’s the only parent Adrien has left, even if he is a dick.”

Zeus rolled his eyes “Understatement. Besides, it’s not like anyone would notice right away, the damn reclus stays in his office most of the time. It’s no wonder Adrien is able to sneak around so much without anyone noticing.”

“Zeus, you can’t kill Gabriel Agreste.” Carmine stated in a more firm tone, looking at the man in the eyes. “Even if you don’t like Gabriel, that doesn’t mean you can kill him.”

Zeus let out a soft snort “Oh, my dear, I most certainly CAN kill him.” he said, his eyes flashing something dangerous for a moment “However, Adrien told me not to. I was just wondering if it was still an actual law or not.”

Carmine gave him an unimpressed look, sipping her tea “Not ‘your dear’.” she stated simply “And what exactly has Gabriel done to make you so upset?”

Zeus let out a soft hum, leaning back slightly as he looked up at the ceiling “Where to begin… He doesn’t keep his promises, he allows other people to make him uncomfortable for his so called ‘fashion’, the only time he pays attention to the kid is when he wants to scold him, he hasn’t taught Adrien that he is allowed to have boundaries, doesn’t even hug the poor kid and those are just the things I can think of off the top of my head.” he said, letting out a sigh “Honestly, I haven’t even been with him for two weeks and I’ve given the kid more physical affection his father has in the past month from my understanding.”

Carmine looked at Zeus, a small sad smile on her face “... that still doesn’t mean you can kill him.”

“Not even lightly stabbing him?” he asked with a slight pout.

“Not even lightly stabbing him.” Carmine replied to him, pausing for a moment to think “... If, however, something were to happen to make his day more of a hinderance, like, say, his computer short circuiting, or his sketchbook falling into water, or other minor things that just make his day simply awfully, I wouldn’t complain.” Carmine said, off handedly, looking at Zeus with a slight smirk.

Zeus returned the smirk, leaning down so that his face was barely two inches away from her face “Why, Carmine my dear, that is simply a wicked thought, don't you think?” he asked, his blue eyes dancing with a mischievous glint “I knew there was a reason I liked you~” he said, lightly kissing her jaw line.

Carmine simply brought her hand up, pushing his chin away as she looked at him with a raised brow “Didn’t Gladiolus give you a warning about kissing me?” she more told him than asked.

Zeus gave a coy smile “Oh, I thought that was only meant for when I kissed you on the lips! Terribly sorry!” he said, smirking “May I kiss you again~?”

~~~~~~~

Later that night, in Carmine’s apartment, Gladiolus was not a happy familiar. He was pacing back and forth in the living room, clearly in a huff, as Carmine sat on the couch in her pajamas, writing away on a notepad. The ferret finally stopped pacing, looking at Carmine.

‘Why do you let him get away with it?!’ he asked for about the tenth time that night.

“Because he doesn’t mean anything by it Gladiolus. He’s a flirt, once he sees that he doesn’t get a reaction from me, he’ll stop.” Carmine stated simply, not looking up from her notepad as she wrote. “It was just a kiss on the jaw.”

‘Which is a very intimate place and you know that!’ the ferret chirped back. ‘This is why I should be with you at work! Than this kind of thing would happen-’

“Gladiolus.” Carmine interrupted him, looking at her familiar who looked straight back. “... This isn’t like when I was a teenager and Dustin Northcott wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’ve spoken with Adrien about Zeus and he has assured me that although Zeus is a flirt, and somewhat of a perve, that if he won’t cross any lines ones they are drawn, and currently he hasn’t crossed any of mine.” she told him.

Gladiolus didn’t utter a word, simply slowly crawling over to and climbing onto the couch to sit next to her. Carmine gave him a soft smile, gently bringing her hand up to gently pet this side of his furry face with her knuckles “... I’m not some fragile flower that needs to be guarded Gladiolus. I know when I need you, you are just a thought away, you will always be the first one I call when I need help. No one could replace you.” she said, smiling softly.

Gladio glanced at her, a flash of light occurring as he transformed into his human form. He gently linked fingers with her, brining her hand to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on it “I know… Still hate the guy.”

Carmine smiled at him warmly “I know, but try to play nice.” Carmine insisted, the familiar only rolling his eyes as he placed his chin on her shoulder.

“What are you writing anyway?”

“Well, this is some new information that was gathered about Hawkmoth…”

#counsellor au #adrien's mentorship au #the mentorship au #carmine regal #Familiar!Zeus #Hamster!Zeus #Familiar!Gladiolus #nathalie sancoeur #ladybug

16 notes · View notes