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genuinely fucked up that the tiebreak on taskmaster involved learning pi because now ive been given profoundly niche evidence that there is a practical application to memorizing pi, and now im filled with the urge to memorize another 10 digits and shoot for 60
#i like memorizing stuff!!! it's so fun!!!!!#ive been scratching that itch in the past few years with complicated song lyrics (see: blackboxwarrior)#but what if i got back into the og#a nice round 75 sounds nice... is that too ambitious???#the upcoming chunk to memorize is 5820974944#and that's QUITE pleasing#expecially the 974944#it has a pleasant rhythm to it. NINE seven four NINE fourfour#5820 isnt as good but it's blunt. direct.#but im defaulting to thinking of it as five eight twenty#which doesnt ring well when saying it out at once#but five eight two zero sounds abominable#there's no soul there#that'll be the sticking point for sure#down here in the trenches of pi 50-60 isnt nearly as pleasurable as some of the preceding numbers#nothing's ever going to beat 169399. thats as good as pi gets right there#you know im starting to think maybe im not neurotypical. but i have no clue what ive got going on so im just gonna go back to memorizing pi
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that question is sparked by me seeing a very obnoxious (i.e. eyestrain to the point of inducing a headache) dni banner that lists "bi lesbians" on it and I look at the person's carrd and they have "anti-neopronoun/xenogender/mogai" listed right underneath "bi lesbians/lesboys/etc and supporters"
and i am just. feeling a little crazy. because i genuinely do not understand this fsdjkl i feel like... if you are supportive of xenogenders then you should understand gender is complex and doesn't line up nicely with sexuality labels sometimes so you have to twist things to make them fit right for you and your internal experience... this is why we have cool labels like cloudgender and stargender and all that fun stuff!! these labels are cool! they are good! so why suddenly are we saying that lesbians and gays who do not fit the traditional "i am solely a woman attracted solely to other only-ever-women" box are wrong and bad ?
i dont want to be saying horrible things bc im misunderstanding or straight up not seeing the issue though, so genuinely if anyone has insight please tell me because im so beyond confused at this point
#also isn't gay considered an umbrella term at this point? i.e. the gay community (the queer community)?#like it has a meaning yeah but we also use it as an umbrella term in wider culture i thought... maybe i am misunderstanding that though#so im just ... not sure what the whole ''mspec gay'' being bad is about#this is hurting my head im rly trying to figure out what ppls issues are with this#and i just. i think maybe its the whole ''words have meaning! we can't muddy the waters!'' which is totally fair#i'm not sure what the answer is#but also i think maybe even if ppl ID as bi lesbians... i think everyone in the wider world still understands lesbian to mean wlw#and i really doubt that'll change anytime soon. so i don't think that its necessarily an issue?#am i talking nonsense right now? sticking my foot in my mouth? im just very confused fdsjkl im rly trying to figure this out#i've been sitting watching it all for the past few months and i cannot wrap my head around it so ... i come hat in hand to ask here LOL#idk maybe i just shouldnt ask questions but i really want to understand things fsgjkl and i've been trying to figure it out on my own#and i'm getting absolutely nowhere so dsgjkl i figure its okay to reach out to a community to ask instead of driving myself crazy alone#pippen needs 2nd breakfast
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Swept Away | Chapter 5: Riptide
Pairing: sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader
Chapter Summary: On the last day aboard the yacht, you get to spend some alone time with Joel, and things heat up.
Chapter Warnings: language, slow burn, sugar daddy/baby vibes, food and alcohol consumption, implied drug use, jealousy, angst, flirting, sexual tension, thigh/bulge riding, dry humping
WC: 8.1K
A/N: happy birthday @itsafullmoon 😘
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Joel's fingers shyly found your knee underneath the table and you held back a smile. Instead, you focused on your breakfast, one that pleased him to see you were actually consuming, while he sipped his coffee.
It was another warm day, the heat already climbing and it was barely nine in the morning. As you looked around the rest of the table, you noticed most of the guests looked just about as hungover as you felt, yet they still insisted on indulging in more mimosas and Bloody Marys.
You chose to stick with water and coffee.
There were some quiet conversations being held around you, but mostly you shut it all out in favor of gazing out over the crystal blue ocean. Joel's thumb brushed over your knuckles and when you breathed in deep, you could smell the salt in the air. It made you feel completely at ease, the drama and your argument from the day before the furthest thing from your mind.
Well, maybe not the furthest. You still side eyed Tammy when you both sat down to join everyone that morning, but you decided to let it go. Joel's admission that he hadn't been with her in a year gave you some peace, and you weren't going to allow her to get under your skin. Instead, you were determined to enjoy the last day out at sea because, according to Glenn, the yacht was planning to dock back on your island rather early the following morning.
"We're supposed to stop in a few hours so we can do some water sports. You ever been on a jet ski? Or they got these aqua toys that'll take you under the water so you can see the fish. You wanna do any of that?" His voice sounded slightly nervous as he rambled, something you found incredibly endearing.
"Both sound fun. Whatever you want to do," you told him with a small smile. He was trying very hard, you could tell. You weren't sure if it was guilt that was driving him, or if it was the way you woke up accidentally wrapped in each other's arms, but either way, you enjoyed this side of him.
Just the thought of that morning made your cheeks burn and you had to look back down at your plate. You had a feeling he might have been thinking about it too because he shifted his weight in his seat and released your knee, draping his arm behind your chair instead while he pretended to listen to something Zachary was saying with the tips of his ears turning red.
That morning, your face had been pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, facing one another. Before you even opened your eyes, you could smell him. That distinct scent of hair products, expensive cologne and soap, faded by that point, but still lingering on his skin. One of his legs was slotted between yours. A dangerous place, to be sure. All he really needed to do was roll you both over and his hips would have pressed enticingly against your center.
When your gaze flickered up, expecting to find him fast asleep, you were surprised when you locked eyes. It appeared that he had been awake for a while. Sleep no longer clouded his eyes. So if the way you woke up together was an accident, why didn't he pull away? Why did he continue to stare down at you without withdrawing his limbs from yours? Why did his eyes scan your face and linger on your lips?
And why didn't he kiss you?
"Say, when are you two lovebirds getting married? Set a date yet?" Glenn's voice boomed from the head of the table with a wide smile. His linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down, revealing a mass of grey curls scattered all across his chest.
Joel's grip on the back of your chair tightened and he looked at you affectionately.
"We haven't picked a date yet, but I've always loved springtime," you replied dreamily.
"Then springtime, it is," Joel murmured, then leaned forward to press a kiss against your temple.
"We had a spring wedding," Tammy piped up from across the table. She curled into Scott's side, pulling his arm around her shoulders and you spotted Zoe stifling a laugh next to her. "May 21st. I was so nervous it was going to rain, the forecast called for it all week but when we woke up that morning the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I told Scott at the time it felt like fate. Right? Remember, honey?"
He smiled and curled his fingers around her arm, his eyes flickering back and forth as if he were scanning his memories, desperately trying to remember.
"Of course I do," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Maybe we should get married here. On the beach," you announced, narrowing your eyes in Tammy's direction. "Then we wouldn't have to worry about rain."
Joel chuckled next to you, his thumb brushing gently over your back. "Whatever you say, baby."
"Now you're gettin' it, Joel," laughed Jack, Lynne's husband.
"Oh, no. You should get married at home. Nobody likes to travel for a wedding," Tammy challenged, and you bristled.
"I don't think anyone would mind traveling to Fiji," Harry interjected, and suddenly it seemed like the entire table was involved, previously private clusters of conversation long forgotten in favor of discussing your fake wedding plans.
"Yes, well," Tammy said, fixing a few invisible flyaways, "even so. Guests prefer to stay near their home. Won't you be afraid of alienating people on your special day if you choose a destination wedding?" she asked, tilting her head to the side questioningly.
You probably shouldn't have let it bother you. After all, your entire relationship was a farce, but you couldn't help yourself.
"It doesn't matter to me," you replied airily with a shrug. "The only one I want there is Joel."
When you looked up at him, you could see the playful glint in his eye. He knew what you were doing. He knew Tammy was bothering you and knew goddamn well why.
And he fucking liked it.
His lips curled up into a smile and he inched a little closer, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter, and you felt a shiver run through your body when his lips met yours once again.
You decided to blame it on the leftover tension from that morning, but you flicked your tongue against his lips, looking to deepen the kiss. Joel only hesitated for a second before parting his lips and slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth. It took everything in you not to moan into the kiss, knowing full well how inappropriate it already was, so after allowing yourself just another moment to enjoy it, you breathlessly pulled away. He smirked at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire, a look you no doubt mirrored back.
"What do you think, Joel?" Tammy asked, clearly trying to crack the tension brewing between the two of you. "Don't you have family you'd want there?"
Family.
Why did she say it like that?
Joel's expression changed instantly. Something flickered across his face and his lips twitched nervously when he dropped his gaze to the table.
Then it clicked.
She knew something about him. Something she was taunting him with in front of the whole table.
You desperately wanted to know what she was insinuating, but your bigger issue was not knowing anything about his damn family whatsoever because as he foolishly told you on the plane, it won't come up.
So you had to think fast.
"Anyone who loves us will make the effort to be there. Right, baby?" you purred, stretching an arm to circle around the back of his neck. He dragged his eyes up to meet yours and you gave him a subtle nod.
That's right, look at me.
"Yeah," he agreed, and you could see his resolve coming back the longer you clung around him.
"Oh, you two are just so cute," Zoe gushed. Your eyes briefly shifted to hers over Joel's shoulder and she shot you a wink.
"Maybe you should get married while you're already here," Glenn suggested. "Do another ceremony when you get home. Problem solved."
Your blood ran cold and for the first time, your mind went blank. You had no idea what to say. You looked at Joel, trying to silently convey your panic without being obvious, but he seemed perfectly at ease when he tilted his head to look at Glenn with a sly smile.
"Nah, I'll wait til my new hotel is built on that nice spot of land you got 'n we'll get married there, instead."
The table doubled over at his comment, some of the men jokingly calling him ruthless and Glenn complimenting how quick Joel was with his face all pink from laughter. You noticed with a jolt of satisfaction that Tammy was the only one at the table not laughing.
When the table finally let the topic of your wedding go, everyone falling back into their own personal conversations once again, Joel leaned into you and whispered in your ear, "good job."
You grinned and tried not to preen too much at his approval. "You, too," you said back. He scanned your face, his shoulders relaxed and the tension gone from his eyes and you swallowed thickly with a flutter in your chest. You really liked this side of him. The side that wasn't glued to his phone or laptop, the side that smiled and grazed his fingers along your back or arm for no reason.
The side that held you close while he slept.
Just then, Brooks flung the door open from the cabin and stepped out onto the deck with an apologetic look to his father. Glancing around the table, you realized then he was the only person missing from breakfast.
"Sorry," he mumbled before pulling up a seat next to Mary. "Had too much fun last night."
You tried not to stare but you couldn't stop yourself from noticing his obvious disheveled state. His clothes were wrinkled as if he slept in them, hair sticking out at all angles, and his eyes looked bloodshot and glassy.
"Sheesh, guess I wasn't the only one who drank too much," you muttered to Joel. He looked over his shoulder at Brooks, their eyes momentarily locking, before turning back to you.
"Think it's more than just booze," Joel told you softly. Your eyes widened when you remembered how fidgety Brooks seemed at Glenn's cocktail party and the pieces began to fall together.
Scott clapped his hands together after he tossed back the rest of his Bloody Mary. "What's the plan today, gang?"
Glenn checked his watch while Brooks hunched over his plate, his focus solely on his food.
"We'll find a spot around lunchtime and drop anchor. Try to find somewhere quiet so we can really open up those jet skis. Then we got a beautiful dinner at sunset. Mary wrote the menu, can't wait to see what you have planned, sweetheart," he said, lovingly curling his arm around her shoulders and giving her a kiss. She flushed and grinned, the cute display of affection making you smile.
The table began to murmur, some people standing and stretching as they discussed what they wanted to do with their last few precious hours at sea.
"Sounds like we got some time to kill," Joel said as he watched people branch off towards different sections of the boat. You spotted Scott and Jack already sidling up to Glenn while Tammy linked arms with Lynne and strolled towards the open part of the deck to sunbathe.
"You should probably spend it with Glenn," you told him, jutting your chin in his direction. When you looked back at Joel, you caught something not unlike disappointment flicker across his face before he caught himself.
"Yeah, you're right," he replied, "you sure you'll be okay? Don't wanna leave you all alone."
You smiled, touched that he was showing some concern. It was a very different Joel than just a day ago, but you had to keep reminding yourself while his delivery left something to be desired, his message was correct: you were there because you had a job to do, and so was he.
"Yeah. Go get that land so we can have our dream wedding," you joked. He chuckled but when he stood, you noticed his cheeks dusting with pink.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, then reached forward and pinched your chin in exactly the same way he did when you were shopping for clothes on your first day there. "Stay outta trouble for me, will you?"
You giggled and nodded after he dropped his hand from your face. And when he tossed you a flirtatious wink over his shoulder as he was walking away, you felt your face warm and your stomach flip excitedly.
It was too late. You were already in trouble.
"Jesus, I shouldn't have drank," Zoe said nervously while you both watched the crew unload the water toys. "One lap around the yacht on a jet ski and I'll be throwing up my lunch."
"Just aim for the big, wide ocean and not Zach," you joked. Fortunately, you had stuck to your word and hadn't had a drop of alcohol all day, but you still felt your stomach drop when you watched Trevor and Brooks fly past on their jet skis, their bodies bouncing violently with each wave.
Zach called out Zoe's name, his round stomach hanging over the band of his black swim trunks, and she groaned before forcing a fake smile and flirty wave.
"Fucking kill me," she muttered before abandoning your observation post. You leaned over the railing, grinning to yourself as Zoe was getting fit for a life jacket with the fear of god in her eyes when Joel sidled up next to you.
"You wanna take a spin on one of those?" he asked, bumping gently against your shoulder with his own. His skin looked bronzed from all the sun and his eyes sparkled as he gazed down at you.
"Uh, if you want to," you replied, biting your lip nervously when you watched Zoe and Zach take off at full throttle, the look on her face telling you everything you needed to know about the experience.
Joel noticed your hesitation and looked around.
"How 'bout we check out the inflatable stuff?" he offered. You frowned and swiveled your head back and forth. "On the other side of the boat. There's a few different ones, I think. Bit more low-key," he said, giving you an adorable shrug when you looked at him with relief.
"That sounds great," you said, then he tilted his head to the side before pushing off the rail, indicating you should follow him.
Joel was right. The crew had been inflating a couple cabanas, a trampoline and a jungle gym for you to use. Glenn and Mary were already waiting for one of the cabanas, joking with you both about how they felt like chickens for not giving the other toys a try.
The cabanas were spaced apart, the trampoline and jungle gym between them and so far you were lucky; the other guests seemed far more excited about the water toys on the other side of the boat, so you were afforded some privacy together for the first time all weekend.
"'M sorry you've been on your own so much," Joel apologized once you both got comfortable on your cabana. "But I'm makin' good progress, I can feel it. Zachary ain't got a chance in hell," he chuckled.
He sat up and gripped his linen button down shirt at the hem, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side with a grunt. You couldn't look away when his lips puckered around a bottle of water, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he drank. A small noise got stuck in the back of your throat when he finished and a few drops fell from the bottle and trailed slowly down his sun-kissed chest.
"Ain't polite to stare, sweetheart," he said lowly without even looking your way. Your cheeks flared and you fumbled with your sunglasses, but he just chuckled and laid back down.
"Oh! Speaking of Zachary, I have something to tell you," you said, suddenly realizing after your argument the day before, you never told him what you found out.
He rolled his head to the side and squinted up at you. "Oh, yeah?"
You glanced around before leaning in and whispering, "Zoe is a sugar baby."
His eyes went wide and he scrambled to sit up.
"How'd you find that out?"
"She told me yesterday," you shrugged. Joel swallowed tightly, his mind racing.
"Did you..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his question and insult you, but needing to know the answer.
"No! Of course not!" you exclaimed. "I wouldn't say a word, I promise."
He nodded, visibly relaxing before averting his gaze. "I just didn't... I know you were pissed yesterday, but you should know it'll void the contract if you say somethin'."
"I know," you said softly, "but regardless of the money, I still wouldn't do that to you, Joel."
Something flickered across his face, something quick that you couldn't read before he looked away and slid his sunglasses on, effectively building his wall back up.
"Oh, and another thing," you added, "she thinks he's in a bad place financially. Says if he doesn't get the bid, he might go bankrupt and have to sell his hotels."
His eyebrows raised above the top of his sunglasses and hummed under his breath, looking thoroughly impressed.
"Goddamn, look at you. Feels like I got my own little spy or somethin'," he said, making you giggle. "Might need to hire you to work for me full time when this is all over."
"Oh, yeah? Doing what?" It was impossible to keep the playfulness from your voice. As much as you tried to deny it, you really enjoyed being on the receiving end of his praise.
"Oh, I'll think of somethin'," he replied, winking at you over the tops of his sunglasses, then smirking when he watched you get all flustered.
You settled back in your seat with a sigh, watching as the other guests zoomed by on their jet skis or dove under the water with the sub aqua toys.
Joel had your number before the plane even landed in Fiji. Even though it was taking you a little longer, you were slowly starting to figure him out. One thing was for sure: his good moods were really good, but his bad moods were really bad. He was obviously a man who had grown accustomed to getting his way, a man who had high expectations for the people who worked for him and had zero tolerance for mistakes.
He was a confusing man, made even more confusing by his behavior towards you. One day he was flirting with you, touching you, kissing you, but the next day he was icy and cold and hyper focused on work.
You turned your head in his direction, watching quietly as he basked in the sun with his eyes closed, skin prickling with sweat. Were you reading too much into those little glances and touches? Was it all part of the act? Or did he feel something more? It was clear you were attracted to him. He called you out on it more than once.
So why wouldn't he fucking do something about it?
"Do you wanna go on the trampoline with me?" you asked. He cracked an eyelid and peered at you.
"I think that stuff's made for kids."
You shrugged and flung off your cover up. You caught the way his eyes raked down your body before pretending to look out at something behind you, and you grinned.
"They wouldn't have set it up if adults can't use them."
"I ain't sayin' adults can't use 'em, I'm sayin' it's childish."
You feigned offense before adjusting your bikini and dipping your toe in the water. It was crystal clear and far too inviting to resist sliding in for a quick dip. The warmth of the water engulfing your entire body sent a thrill right through you. When you bobbed back up to the surface, you brushed the hair away from your face with a sharp gasp. Turning around, you saw Joel had laid back down, his eyes closed once again and facing away from you.
"Are you sure?" you called out to him as you began to swim backwards towards the other inflatables.
"Yep," he replied without opening his eyes. A devious smile tugged at your lips and before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned back and kicked your feet wildly, splashing water all over him.
"Hey!" he shouted angrily, but you were already swimming away as fast as you could. Once you got to the trampoline, you pulled yourself up and swiveled around to see if Joel was truly pissed or if he had just laid back down, but unfortunately from your angle, you couldn't see the front of the cabana.
With a shrug, you stood up and took a few hesitant steps onto the trampoline. It was pretty large, in an octagon shape but no walls, so if you so chose, you could bounce right into the ocean. You took a couple small jumps, barely getting any air so you could get an idea of how strong it was before bending your knees and jumping as high as you could go. You laughed when you landed with your legs tucked under you, relaxing your muscles so you could bounce this way and that until you lost momentum and rolled onto your back.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, enjoying the sway of the ocean underneath you. In the distance, you could hear voices from the others on the water sports, mostly squeals of excitement and barking laughs, but otherwise you were completely at peace.
Before you even had a chance to process it, the trampoline dipped and you were suddenly drenched with water. You shrieked and snapped your eyes open, heart slamming in your chest from shock just to find Joel standing above you smirking with an empty plastic drink bucket in his hand.
You swung your leg out, kicking his legs out from under him. The bucket went flying when he collapsed next to you with a loud, deep laugh you weren't sure you had heard from him before. The sound brought a huge smile to your face only to gasp and yelp when he leapt onto all fours and shook his head like a dog, showering you with the water soaking his hair.
You raised your arms in defense, desperately trying to protect yourself.
"Stop!" you half yelled, half giggled from underneath your hands. Finally, the water stopped raining down on you and you slowly dropped your hands from your face.
Joel was smiling down at you victoriously, his arms bracketing you in on either side of your head. The sun shined brightly behind him, making his wet hair and tanned skin practically fucking sparkle.
"No fair," you whispered.
"Never said I play fair."
You swallowed when you saw his eyes darken, his gaze lazily sliding down your face, your neck, your chest, brazenly taking in every bit of you he could see. He swung his leg over your waist, pinning you down into the trampoline when he sat back on your thighs so he could take the weight off one of his arms. To your surprise, he cupped your jaw and dragged the pad of his thumb over your cheek, carefully and tenderly wiping away the droplets of water from your face while you struggled to remember to breathe beneath him. And just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he spoke again.
"Did I make you all wet, baby?"
Fuck. You squeezed your eyes shut, the low tone in his voice making it very clear he knew he was tormenting you, making you squirm and bite your lip while you fought to keep a clear head.
"'S'matter? Dish it out but can't take it?" he tsked, his fingers gliding down to trace your lower lip. Your eyes flashed open, your lips tingling under his touch and breath coming in shallow pants. You locked eyes with him and opened your mouth so you could wrap your lips around the tip of his thumb. It sent a surge of satisfaction through you when you saw his eyes go wide and his jaw fall slack. The corners of your mouth twisted up into a smile around his finger, your tongue flicking suggestively against the tip. All the smugness from a moment before vanished from his face, and the only thing that remained was surprise and undeniable lust.
Joel said your name warningly, his eyes glued to the way your mouth was wrapped around his thumb. He could have easily pulled his hand away, but he didn't. He let you swirl your tongue around him, gazing up at him through your wet lashes, your arms lying limp next to your head, painting the perfect picture of obedience and that was when you felt it: a small twitch against your thigh, one he tried to hide by shifting his weight but it was too late. A look of triumph flared in your eye when you released his finger with a grin.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to make it hard on you."
He chuckled and shook his head. "Funny."
You stared at one another for a heavy moment, Joel still pinning you onto the trampoline. You waited for him to do something, say something... anything to acknowledge the elephant in the room before you lost your mind. And for one brief moment, you thought he just might. His lips parted, his expression softened and you held your breath, waiting for it. Then suddenly it was like a door slammed shut. He rolled off you in an instant, leaving you feeling cold despite the tropical, humid heat.
"I'm gonna get somethin' to drink. Want anythin'?"
You shook your head in a daze, the sharp turn of events sending you reeling.
"No."
Then you heard a splash and listened while he swam back to the cabana, leaving you with a devastating ache between your legs and more confused than you thought possible.
Despite Joel leaving you wanting more, you still couldn't wipe the smile from your face the entire afternoon. And it seemed like he couldn't, either. Something felt like it changed in him that day. He appeared more relaxed and happier than you had seen him the entire week you'd been on the island.
It was the reason you were distracted on your way back to your room. You told Joel you were going to take a quick shower and change before dinner right before he got roped into a game of poker with Glenn and a few others, but not before giving you a quick peck on the lips. After he hurried to catch up with the others, you glanced around and found no one was there to witness your little kiss. It wasn't for show.
Your mind was swirling with images of Joel, replaying everything with a stupid smile on your face when you turned the corner of the quiet hallway.
"Oh!" you cried out when you collided with something, or rather someone, firm and strong walking from the opposite direction.
"Hey, there," Brooks said, grabbing onto your shoulders to keep you steady. You took a step back, removing yourself from his hold, and gave him an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. Wasn't watching where I was going."
You moved to step around him when he blocked you with an extended arm and you looked up at him questioningly.
"Having a good time so far?"
"Uh huh," you replied, folding your arms in front of your chest when you noticed his gaze wandering down. "This yacht is amazing, we're having a great time."
Brooks smiled and propped his hand up so he could lean against the wall, fingers tapping rapidly against the wallpaper, effectively blocking your path.
"Glad to hear it. You're welcome to come for a ride whenever you're on the island next."
You smiled back and tried to create a little more distance, but the hallway was narrow enough as it was.
"That's so nice, thank you. I'll be sure to pass that along to Joel."
"Nah, we don't have to tell the old guy, huh? I was thinking it could just be the two of us," Brooks said, "that way's more fun, don't you think?"
You felt a shiver go down your spine at the hungry way he was looking at you and suddenly you realized, aside from the crew somewhere in the depths of the boat, you were the only ones indoors.
"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea," you said, hoping to keep the tremor from your voice. "Joel would be worried."
It didn't seem to matter how many times you reminded him you were with Joel, Brooks still persisted.
"Aw, I'm sure we could work something out," he replied, brushing his knuckles slowly over your bare arm. Your eyes dropped at the contact and the panic began to set in. You knew you should push him away. Hell, you should punch him in the throat and tell him to keep his hands off you, but all you could think of was Joel and how hard he was working to get that plot of land and what a great mood he had been in all day.
So instead, you took a step backwards and pulled your arms tighter across your chest.
"Why don't we talk about it with Joel at dinner?"
You were giving him your fakest smile at that point and he could tell. Slowly, his expression dropped along with the arm that was caging you in.
"Sure," he said, then finally began to slip past you to join the rest of the guests but paused and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "but I see right through you. Everybody's got a price."
By the time you had collected yourself and turned around, Brooks was gone.
"You're missin' an earring," Joel said with a frown the moment you emerged from the cabin, freshly showered but still shaken.
"What?" You lifted your hands to your ears and groaned before removing the one you did have and dropping it in your clutch. "Shit. Sorry. Must've forgot."
His eyes drifted over your face for a moment, concern etching his features. "Don't be sorry, sweetheart. Everythin' okay?"
"Yeah," you said immediately, ignoring the heated look Brooks was giving you behind Joel's back. "Everything's great. How was poker?"
You partially listened to him talk about his card game, joking about how he was lucky they weren't playing for any actual cash because he was fucking terrible at it, but you had a hard time moving past that interaction with Brooks just an hour prior.
He could tell your attention was elsewhere. You looked nervous and distracted but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. He replayed everything over and over since you slipped inside to freshen up. Sure, he knew he left you high and dry after that particularly intense moment on the trampoline, one he knew if he didn't stop, you would both have done something you would regret, but you seemed fine afterwards. The rest of the afternoon you were bubbly and sweet, your playfulness leaving a permanent smile across his face.
So what the hell happened between then and now?
Mary clapped her hands together, sending a wave of silence over the bustling table as everyone turned to give her their attention. Joel's hand found your leg, his instincts telling him you needed an anchor, even if he didn't know why, then twisted around to listen.
"Good evening," Mary began. "Once again, I'm so pleased you could all be here on this beautiful getaway with Glenn, myself, and our boys," she said, giving Trevor and Brooks a loving glance. "I had the pleasure of curating tonight's menu, the theme being Tropical Barbecue."
A ripple went through the table and a pleased smile pulled at Mary's lips. Your eyes flickered down to Joel's hand on your thigh and you slid your own on top, fingers curling around his. After a moment where you felt him still, his thumb came up to brush gently against your knuckles, making you smile at the comfort it brought.
Mary began to describe each course and her inspiration behind her choices, but you were finding it difficult to focus. Everybody's got a price. What did that mean? Did Brooks somehow find out you were hired by Joel to fabricate a relationship and sway his father into selling him the land?
No, that would be impossible... right?
Then Joel uttered your name softly and you snapped out of your trance.
"Huh?"
He fixed you with another concerned look.
"I asked what you wanted to drink."
"Oh," you said, shaking your head a bit, "I'll just stick with water, thanks."
He scanned your movements. Your eyes were darting around nervously, your foot was tapping incessantly on the floor and he hadn't seen you smile once since you washed up.
Joel leaned into your side, hand still firmly planted on your leg, and murmured, "You can drink, y'know. I ain't mad 'bout yesterday."
"Mhm, I know," you replied, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. Joel shifted his weight in his chair and gave a polite smile to the crew member who placed two plates in front of you. He watched you pick up a fork and pick at your first course and he swore he saw your hand tremble.
"Did I do somethin'?" he asked after leaning in again. "If it's 'bout earlier, we can talk -"
"What are you two lovebirds whispering about down there?" Brooks' booming voice called from his end of the table. You each turned to look at him, Joel with politeness, you with dread. When Brooks met your eye, you could see the veiled threat behind his otherwise friendly demeanor: don't you say a fucking word.
"Just talkin' 'bout what a great time we've had 'n how disappointed we are it's comin' to an end," Joel replied kindly. His hand left your leg to pick up his glass of scotch and you instinctively found yourself raising your arm, trying to bring him back to you, surprising yourself with your neediness.
Joel raised his glass for a toast to Glenn and Mary while you forced a shaky smile and raised your water. Zoe leaned into your other side when the volume rose around the table and whispered, "Are you pregnant?"
You sputtered around your glass and you looked at her all wild-eyed.
"No!"
She giggled and shrugged. "You've been drinking water all day and you look like you're about to hurl."
You laughed at the absurdity of it and you finally felt some of your nerves begin to ease. If only she knew how long it had been since the last time you had sex.
"No, I promise you I'm not."
"Not what?" Joel asked when he turned away from talking with Harry on his other side.
"Nothing," you replied sweetly. The tone of your voice made him smile and his hand found your leg again. Then, his brows knit together and he raised his other hand to swipe his thumb gently over the corner of your mouth. When he pulled it back to examine the spot of barbecue sauce he collected, your breath stuttered at the same time his paused. It seemed as though you both realized at the exact same time he was holding up the same thumb you had wrapped your lips around just hours before.
His eyes met yours and his lips parted. Slowly, he raised his thumb to his mouth and you watched with heavy lidded eyes as his soft looking lips spread open across his finger, taking an unnecessary moment to grunt in pleasure when the sweet and tangy sauce was lapped up by his tongue.
"Mmm, you taste good," he teased with a little smirk. His chest flooded with warmth when he saw that playful spark in your eye again. He didn't like it when you weren't yourself, he realized, but he really, really didn't like to see you cry. It only happened once, but he knew he didn't want to see it again. As much as he tried to fight it, he had grown too fond of your sweet nature already. He liked the way you stood in awe of the affluence surrounding you but also found a great deal of joy from a few pink seashells, so delicate and so beautiful.
Just like you.
He noticed the more attention he gave you, the happier you became, and he really shouldn't have liked that as much as he did. Seeing your wide smile and hearing your adorable laugh made him soften. But watching your eyes glaze over or your eyelids flutter from his touch, whether it be your arm or leg or back, did something else to him entirely. Something that made him have to remind himself more than once during dinner that this was all an act, that this wasn't real.
Once dinner finished up, you appeared back to your usual self once again. Your hand fused with his while everyone said their good nights, and they remained that way when you walked together towards your room, the air around you silent and thick.
You swallowed nervously as you picked up your pajamas from where you abandoned them earlier that morning.
Instantly, your cheeks warmed when you remembered how you both woke up, all tangled limbs and hesitant glances. You cleared your throat and kept your eyes cast down while you maneuvered around him to get to the bathroom. As you changed and washed up, you wondered what would happen that evening. Probably nothing, you decided, based on the way he abruptly stopped things that afternoon, but just in case you made sure to apply a little lip balm and spritzed a dash of perfume in your hair.
"All yours," you said shyly before sliding into bed. All yours, all yours, all yours. You listened to the water running in the bathroom while you flipped through the channels on the television before giving up and turning it off.
When he exited the bathroom, you locked eyes and gave him a small smile. He tossed his clothes into a pile next to his overnight bag before turning off the lights and slipping into bed next to you with a groan.
You both laid there for a few minutes, each of you staring up at the dark ceiling, your hearts beating too fast to really find any rest. Finally, you tilted your head to the side and peered at him through the darkness. You could just make out his side profile in the moonlight, his distinctive sharp nose and the little pout to his lips.
"I can't sleep," you whispered. He blinked and turned his face towards you.
"Why?"
Everybody's got a price.
Did I make you all wet, baby?
"I don't know," you lied.
He turned onto his side so he was facing you, then you did the same. You left your hand flat on the mattress between you, not touching, but wishing you were.
"Did you wanna talk 'bout... earlier?" he asked softly. You couldn't really make out his face but you heard it in his voice; he was uncertain.
For a moment, you almost said yes. Yes, please explain what the hell is going on between us. Until you realized you may not like the answer, then you whispered, "No."
You couldn't see it, but he was relieved.
"Okay," he replied. You inched your hand a little closer.
"Can I ask you something, Joel?"
He nodded, then remembered it was too dark to see. "Yeah."
You took a deep breath. "What did Tammy really mean this morning when she mentioned your family?"
He inhaled sharply and you immediately knew you weren't getting an answer. "Don't matter," he replied, then stretched out his arm to loop around your shoulders. "C'mere," he added, giving you a tug and pulling you into his chest.
You burrowed your face against him, arms wrapping around his middle, all thoughts of Tammy and Brooks erased from your mind. Instead, you focused on how warm he felt, how good he smelled, how strong his heart sounded against your ear, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
"Hey."
You heard his voice whispering in your ear, but you frowned and ignored it. It was barely light out, too early to wake up, and you were so warm and at peace curled up next to him, you didn't want it to end.
"Hey," he whispered again, this time a little louder. Still, you didn't respond. Then you heard him curse under his breath and shift his weight on the bed.
Finally, your curiosity was enough to make you open your eyes.
He rolled onto his back, his arm still trapped underneath you but the other was stretching down to grip his rock hard erection through the comforter. Your eyes widened when you saw the pained look in his face after he flexed his hand, as if he were trying to seek out some relief without actually jerking himself off. His eyes were screwed shut and his brows furrowed together while he focused on taking long, deep breaths. Then he squeezed himself again and a quiet noise slipped past his lips. The tendons in his neck strained with effort, his skin looked flushed and a little sweaty and the entire visual was enough for you to feel your pussy soften and throb.
He must have wanted you to move so he could get up and take care of himself in the bathroom, but fortunately your deep sleep paid off into what you saw as a golden opportunity.
Before you could overthink it, you slid your hand down his stomach towards his waistband, but right as your fingertips came in contact with the elastic, he stopped you.
"What're you doin'?" he asked gruffly, his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.
"Giving you a hand," you replied, hoping you sounded sultry like you intended.
"'S not funny," he said, yanking your hand out from under the covers before he looked at you. His eyes were stern but his forehead dotting with sweat and his chest heaving underneath his white tshirt gave him away.
He wanted this.
"I'm not laughing," you said, trying to tug your hand from his grip, but he shook his head. You squirmed next to him under the covers, pressing your thighs together, feeling your arousal soak through your panties. "Please," you whispered, voice breaking on just the one syllable. He shook his head again but you felt his fingers begin to loosen around your wrist.
"Can't," was all he managed to grit out. You groaned and lunged forward, biting angrily at his jaw, then his lower lip.
"Why?" you practically begged, your mouth brushing over his beard, the sharp hairs poking your sensitive lips, leaving them feeling tingly when you pulled away and asked again, "Why, Joel?"
"Ain't part of the deal."
You scoffed and hooked both your legs around one of his, pulling it towards you, towards the heat radiating between your legs. You began to roll your hips, doing your best to torment him into breaking by rubbing yourself on his thigh.
"I don't care about the deal," you replied, narrowing your eyes as you continued to rock your hips against him. "I want you, Joel, fucking please," you whined, then gasped when he dropped your hand and in one swift movement, hauled you up so you were straddling his lap.
"You think you want me, but you don't. Not really," he told you, jaw tense and eyes so dark, you could barely see the sliver of dark chocolate brown you had grown so fond of.
"What does that mean?" you asked. His statement made your hips stall in a moment of clarity.
His eyes dropped to your chest, swallowing when he noticed your nipples poking through your loose fitting tank top.
"You don't know me, darlin'."
"Yes, I do," you cooed, bending forward seductively to play with his hair, but in reality you were just trying to give him a glimpse of your tits.
"No, you don't," he shot back, his eyes glued to your chest, his hands leaving bruises on your hips when he began to shift you back and forth, encouraging you to rub yourself over his clothed erection. "And I ain't gonna fuck you, baby, I'm sorry."
You fought back the sob that clawed its way up your throat. "You want me, too," you tried, tipping your head back and biting your lip when you felt his cock slide perfectly through your folds. He was thick, that much you could tell, and you moaned at the thought of him stretching you open. How delicious that sting would feel at first, the pain that would bleed into pleasure, your mingled breaths and the feel of your skin sticking together that first time.
"This is... fuck," he groaned, bucking his hips up to meet yours. "This is a business relationship, that's it." But his voice held no conviction whatsoever.
"Yeah?" you panted, tilting your chin down to look at him. He was fucking wrecked underneath you. His eyes were all wild, teeth clenching together so hard the muscle in his jaw twitched. You smirked and lunged forward to kiss him, your tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. He whined against your lips, his hands sliding up your back, pressing against your spine as he gave in, his jaw falling open wider, giving you more room to swirl your tongues together frantically while your hips ground down onto his lap, selfishly chasing your high.
"If you do this with all your business partners, I can see how you became so successful," you breathed when you pulled away.
His eyes fluttered closed and you watched his muscles relax, as if he were giving up the fight. You leaned forward and tenderly kissed the corner of his mouth, your thighs burning from the effort as you continued to rut yourself against him. You felt the tip of his cock catch on your clit and you squeaked as a shiver ran through you and your vision began to blur.
"Joel," you whimpered, pressing your nose against his throat.
"Just... just take what you need, sweetheart," he told you, wrapping his arms around your ribs. "I'm hangin' on by a thread here, just - take what you need."
You whined and pushed your face into his neck, too close to your orgasm to fight with him any longer.
"Come with me," you whispered. You could feel his body tremble underneath you at the request, but he replied, "No."
Tears stung your eyes and you weren't sure if it was the confusion surrounding his steadfast rejection or the intensity of your orgasm, but either way you gasped and two tears slid down your cheeks when you fell apart on top of him.
With a shocking amount of speed, Joel flipped you over so you were on your back. He hovered above you, watching your release wash over you, his hips still pressing against your center, still grinding and thrusting and rubbing as he memorized the look on your face when you came. And maybe it was just all too much: too much build up, too much tension, too much begging for his cock from your perfect fucking mouth because he suddenly tensed and groaned.
Your eyes snapped open in surprise when you felt the warmth spreading through his boxers and dampness leaking through the fabric, just barely touching your skin.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned as he continued to come, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He dropped his chin to his chest, mouth forming a circle and his eyes squeezing shut while his body pulsed and shook with an incredible amount of force.
"Oh, shit," he breathed, his eyes finally meeting yours.
You stared at one another, each of you panting for air with your hearts hammering wildly in your chests and heat flushing your faces. Slowly, when you began to come down, reality seeped in. As much as he tried to fight it, and as frustrated as you were with him, there was no denying it now:
A line was crossed, and there was no going back.
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In the night
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jenna hypnosis (makes you extremely gay).
((Also, part of this was from my wattpad story! it’s deleted now, I moved over here instead)
Summary: Tara plays hard to get..but not for long
The way her hair flowed past her shoulders, how her smile lights the room up, even a single glance from her made your stomach fill with butterflies.
"Just talk to her" Mindy says, popping a chip in her mouth while looking in your direction.
You shake your head, "no it's not that easy, this is a game to her"
Mindy rolled her eyes at your lame excuse for not talking to tara, she had been trying to get you two together by playing both sides, but the both of you were just as stubborn as the other.
"You're just as dumb as you look right now" looking you up and down staring at your basic black outfit. It wasn't a bad choice but it wasn't mindy's ideal outfit.
"shut the fuck up, what do you know about style" You retort back "you never put enough effort in anything"
Mindy snorted, "are we fighting or flirting?" She teased, sticking her tongue out at you. You look at her raising your eyebrow, "no way in hell would I ever flirt with you"
While the two were busy bickering, Tara walked over and jumped in your lap wrapping an arm around your neck like she always did.
She looked in your face and smiled, "Hi" she said softly, resting her forehead against yours. The butterflies in your stomach multiplied tenfold.
You looked into the brown eyes you have come to love so much, "hey" you replied smiling back, pulling her close. You heard Mindy clear her throat next to you, reminding the both of you she was still there.
You turned away from Tara just long enough to give her a glare, before turning back to face her again. "Uh, do you wanna get outta here?" You asked, "go for a walk or something?"
She smiled, "Yea, sure, that'll be nice"
You both got up, ready to go outside the apartment complex to go for a walk. Even though it was night the city still looked beautiful, so why not go and enjoy it.
But of course mindy always has something to say so she interjected, "I clearly made this happen" she says, pointing her fingers at the two.
You could only roll your eyes at her and grab onto Tara's hand as the two of you walked towards the exit. You didn’t even realize your action and immediately panicked , trying to remove your hand.
“It’s okay, we can hold hands” She smiles.
You nod, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. But you couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face or the blush that spread on your cheeks, especially after seeing the way she was smiling and blushing as well. You don’t let your thoughts take over you though, focusing on enjoying the time walking with Tara instead.
Tara pulled you closer to her, “so, what’s been up with you lately?,” she asks, tilting her head slightly. It’s the same action that drives you crazy when you first met, it took all you power not to grab her cheeks and kiss her senseless.
But you resisted it since you weren’t completely sure what she wanted.
“Not much, just work, mostly. Why?,” you said looking at her. The two of you stopped walking and stared at each other.
“I heard that you hooked up with one of the girls in our film class” She said quietly, but the look on her face seemed as if she was upset about it. Her tone sounded off, almost bitter.
You felt bad for making her feel like that, “oh…uh…yeah, we did” you said nodding your head ‘but she’ll never be you’, you added mentally.
Tara looks up at you, seductively almost , “you couldn’t have..just waited for me?” She says slowly. She leans in closer, “I know you wanna fuck me”
she purrs huskily, her breath hot on your skin. You felt your heart beat pick up its pace, a shiver run through your body as your eyes met hers once more.
She smirks at your reaction, leaning back slightly.
This time she doesn’t stop to admire the view. Before you knew it, she had pushed you against the wall, pressing herself up to yours. You could smell her perfume, mixed with the smell of the city pollution.
You couldn’t move, you couldn’t think. All you could focus on was how soft her lips felt against yours. Her arms wrapped tightly around your neck. She tasted sweet, like strawberries. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the warmth radiating off of her. It was intoxicating.
You pulls back slightly, “ I knew you wanted me” you whispered, your confidence coming back.
“Yeah, yeah. Now come here and fuck me” She whispers back, grabbing onto you waist. Your eyes locked, not daring to break contact. She laughs softly, moving her mouth down your jawline. This was definitely going to be better than any night ever. You were addicted to this girl.
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Desperation
A/N: I wrote something very similar to this with the Belsire previously but I couldn't help myself 🙏
Belsire: male equivalent to the Beldam (Coraline)
CW: kidnapping, manipulation, sewing needles
A beautiful lullaby hummed against your ear, fog-like breath both chilly and thick caressed against its shell.
You never imagined that he could sew; sure, he was keen to cook you extravagant dinners, you never saw him clean despite the crooked house always spotless, and the clothes that were put in your drawers were consistently washed-- but such delicate needlework? You didn't think the creature had it in him. His fingers seemed made for it though, long and spindly and black at the tips, they held the needle at a fine point, without having to lick the end of the thread before putting it through the eye.
"Stab the needle through the eye....wrap two knots around the tongue, and pull it out the mouth."
His low, rasped voice was unlike anything you've heard from the men in the "real" world. Its croaky demure made sound as if his vocal chords were on the brink of snapping. It was very few and far between that his voice resounded throughout the house in a thunder-like boom.
Tonight, was not one of those nights. Not unless you made an effort to wrangle out of between his stick-like forearms in the wooden chair and began yelling ungrateful spiels whilst staying in HIS house. He said it was yours-- your "other home," but since the gateway tunnel back to your original 1-bedroom apartment became nothing but sturdy drywall with a key hole, its been his. It was always his, you were just too blind to see past the beautiful illusions built for you.
"Just like that... mending is simple work."
You feel his left hand, the one once holding your torn cardigan steady, reach up to lay a cold finger beneath your chin. It rubs back and forth, relishing in the warmth of your throat, the soft flesh between your jaw and jugular.
The Belsire seemed to enjoy running his smooth, icy digits along your naked skin, brushing from side to side, up and down to dip against your collar bone. He relished your warm-bloodedness from how often he took advantage of it. It was a wild contrast to his ever-frozen, rigid body draped in fine blacks and bruised shadows.
"C-can you show me again?" You plead, hoping the end of this activity wouldn't be the finale before your demise. Each time you have one of these "bonding" sessions the Belsire encourages you to entertain him with, you anticipate it being your last.
Each day you wait and wait... wondering if he's hungry again, if it'll hurt, if you'll make one more frustrated comment away that'll make him snap and pick your bones clean.
"Again..?" He tapped thrice on your neck, a twitching habit that sent cold shocks through you. "Why don't you try it yourself this time, dear?"
The sweet, affectionate name oozing from his lips was unnatural-- and yet, perfectly normal for the creature of love seduction. How many had fallen for that same adoring title, only to find themselves now locked in his stomach?
You couldn't tell anymore what was genuine adoration, or a disturbing method at getting you to put your guard down. When he was angry with you, for hiding or attempting another escapade to get back home, 'dear' transformed to spits of "insolent one" and "maddening human", at the very least. On his worst days you were a bewitching, dimwitted little creature too stupid to be let free- better off in his hands if not crunched between his teeth.
"I'm not too sure, I might..accidentally stab myself with the needle, you know?"
You shrug in feigned helplessness, hoping your lack of enthusiasm wouldn't tick him closer to the dark side.
"If you do, then I'll lick your wound and we can start again. Give it a try, won't you? I've seen your work on my coats," he mumbles lowly at the rest of his comments, "and that damned quilt you seem keen to keep."
He muses at the mention of your skilled handiwork you sneak to do when he's gone away at "none of your concern" events. However he knew of your activities in this prison cell while he was out didn't surprise you; the house had eyes, in places you'd rather not think of.
You took the needle from within his delicate grasp, mahogany red thread swinging loose and ready to be tightly wound in your wine colored cardigan.
You copy the movements he had done a million times, though you really weren't watching when he had. It was hard to concentrate with your body shivering, waiting for a sharp dagger or set of teeth to find it's way buried in your back.
The Belsire seems to ease up as you begin to complete the torn cardigan hole, placing two abnormally long hands upon the sides of your shoulders.
"Don't move," he grumbles, almost annoyed at the idea. "Smooth and quite warm... I never understood the pleasure of keeping food around longer than it's due date. But you, little button... why, you're almost opening a soft spot inside of me.."
You didn't like the sound of that. A soft spot within him would certainly be something he sought to squash.
"Are you sure you want a soft spot? I'm not even sure where that would be."
You almost laugh at your own joke, imagining his crisp limbs deflated. If you were making a soft spot, you best keep at making it grow.
"It seems you force it in me, whether I like it or not. I enjoy having you to myself, to come home to... even if the idea that you're taking part of me, is... infuriating."
The Belsire leans deeper into you, pressing the inside of his thighs against yours, craning his neck downward.
"The unfortunate part is, I think I may fall apart if you disappear."
You see the looks he gives from the corner of your eye; dark, empty buttons staring into you, awaiting your reaction. Was this another attempt to swoon you?
"Then I guess that means you can't eat me."
You sigh, hoping he'd agree. And oddly enough, he cracks a grin.
"I guess not. Though, don't hold your breath. I can't make any promises as to what my temper will lead to." The bridge of his nose is uncharacteristically pressed against your cheek, black dots boring holes into you. "On the topic, I'd be less inclined to eat you if you accepted my present..."
You round off the last bit of stitching, only to see an all too familiar velvet box on your left. It was open, music box playing a soft melody as a range of colors and sizes in buttons were available to view.
"I... I still can't, give you an answer." You go back to tying an end to the thread, praying for the Belsire's eerily calm mood to stay uninterrupted.
He goes quiet, habitually running a thumb down the shell of your ear. The chill was almost welcoming, soft flesh touching your heated one. It felt... genuine, a form of physical affection that was done for his pleasure more than your own. It would be comforting, if you weren't waiting for him to explode.
"I expected as much," he calmly huffs, shutting the box with a single finger. Its harsh snap made you drop the thread. "But you can't expect me to wait forever; you aren't going home. You will remain here, either as my slave, or my spouse. The difference is whether I have to force these buttons on you, or you take them willingly."
"I.. I just need a little more time. I haven't-- I'm not-- done adjusting. I'm not used to this world, like you."
You've given up pleading; for all you knew, there was no way back home that either of you could conjure. This was your fate.
Like a doll he dressed and cleaned and made a perfect dollhouse for, you were to sit here and provide him the comfort he could not create on his own. Like a god, creating his creatures of free will, he relished in the uniqueness you offered without him having to fabricate it first, the obedience you gave from fear in your own desire rather than a direct command.
A long silence left the air hanging stagnant, your patchwork sitting in front of you, finished and yet not quite the same as it once was. Why couldn't you go to the store and buy a new one, spend frivolous money and speak to the miserable cashier that reminded you humanity was still alive?
"...Fine. But not much longer, my sweet button...this-- mortal flesh still tying you to your world, has kept me at a distance I do not wish to stand at." A soft kiss, from creased, inexperienced lips touched the top of your cheekbone. "I want you for myself... I don't like not getting the things I want. And, I want you far more desperately than I imagined."
His voice was stoic, gentle and logical despite the romantic lines that were fed to you. Spindly fingers pulled back pieces of your hair, caressing the skin on your face with soft strokes. Like a human would do to an animal, running his knuckles against your cheek and his fingertips along your jaw.
Just a simple touch and turn of your chin was all it took to make you look at him.
"Don't make me wait. I will have you, and I want it to be because you will it. Please, don't make me do what neither of us want."
His tongue was warmer than his touch, somehow. Maybe it led to his even warmer heart, but you doubted it. Even with the way both his large, balmy palms were gripping beside your ears, pulling your face to touch his in a dance of lips and stolen breath, you wondered if this was just another web of lies spun to create your damnation.
But the desperation in how he swallowed you whole, pulling your hands away from the touchy needlework he was once keen on making you finish-- there was something human about it all, something touchy and irritable and obsessive. If he wanted you desperately then, you could only imagine how horribly ridden he was now, feeling your warmth as he made you colder with his hands and wrists, him never changing.
You peeked an eye open, wondering if those buttons stayed all-seeing, all watching, even when you kissed.
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Apols for the delay but Swimmer Steve is back and pretty much exactly where we last left him.
(part one | part six)
"Fuck," says Steve. "Fuck." He hasn't said much of anything else since he came out of the changing rooms, still damp and kind of stunned-looking.
"Fuck," Eddie agrees.
Steve looks at him, a smile starting to spread across his face, going on and on like it might be endless.
God, he's handsome.
God, Eddie is stupid in love with him.
"Olympics, baby!" Eddie crows. They've already hugged; Steve got a hug from everyone, as soon as he emerged. Eddie wants to hug him again, but that would probably be too much.
"Fuck," says Steve and sits down on the floor between their two beds.
Eddie shrugs to himself and sits down with him.
They've only come back to the hotel so Steve can get showered and changed before the celebration dinner that the kids have planned. Or, actually, Steve has come back to the hotel for that; thinking about it, Eddie's not sure why he came with, except that it just felt natural.
Either way, looks like they're going to take longer than expected.
"All good?" Eddie asks, just in case.
"Jesus Christ," says Steve, which is a change from fuck and laughs. He lifts his hands up to cover his face and when he lowers them again, his eyes are wet. "The Olympics, Eddie."
Eddie nods, can't do anything but smile stupidly back at him. He doesn't think he's ever seen Steve this open and relaxed and delighted. "The Olympics, Steve."
Steve rubs at his eyes with his fingertips, mostly just making his eyelashes damper and darker from his happy tears. "You know when you've wanted something your whole damn life, but you never really thought you'd get it? It feels fucking wild to get it."
Eddie thinks about his guitar, his band, how badly he wants to stand on a stage looking out at thousands of people who all want to hear what he has to sing. Then he reminds himself that this is Steve's moment.
"I bet," he says. "Congrats. You've worked damn hard and you absolutely deserve it."
Steve leans over and bumps their shoulders together. "You're coming with me, right?"
Eddie blinks. "Where?"
"... the Olympics," says Steve, like it should be obvious.
Eddie blinks some more. "Steve. Sweetheart. Steve. The Olympics are in Korea."
"Mm," Steve agrees, "but the war's over, it's totally safe there now."
Eddie loves and hates that Steve thinks that might be the only thing putting Eddie off.
Eddie stretches his legs out so they disappear under Steve's bed and hopes there's nothing really gross under there that'll stick to his jeans. "Look, the literal only reason I've been able to afford rocking up and down the country with you is government hush money and the fact you keep buying all my meals. There's no way I can stretch to plane tickets, and I'd need my own hotel room, right? 'cause you'll be living in the athletes village?"
He could have kept going, obviously he could have kept going, but he stops there because Steve is waving a hand at him.
"What? Don't say you'll pay. There's no way you have that much extra cash, either."
"Nah," Steve says, "but my dad does. And I will be fully, fully back on the credit card, after he finds out about this."
Eddie makes a face. "But we hate your dad?"
"We really do," Steve agrees, smile not even dimming. "But we love spending his money on shit he'll hate." He drops a hand to Eddie's knee, giving it a squeeze and a shake. "You'll come, right?"
"... You should take Robin," Eddie tries, one last attempt to be a good person. "Or the kids. God, the kids would shit."
Steve leaves his hand on Eddie's knee, like that's just a place where it goes now. "I'd take them all, if I could... Plus like, all their parents to keep an eye on them, but they'll all be back in school by the time the Olympics start. None of them can take like, three weeks out."
"I bet Erica could wrangle it," Eddie points out.
Steve makes a guilty face. "Love Erica, but I don't think we have the kind of relationship where we hop over to Asia, just the two of us. You know?"
Eddie wants to ask, And we do? But they do. He knows they do.
"I don't know," he says. It's a big fucking deal. He's never left the country before and he'd love to, but he really does hate Steve's dad and all he chooses to be. The idea of being beholden to him for that big a favour sits wrong in his gut, even if Mr Harrington never actually knows about it.
"Eddie," Steve says, like he's prepared to wheedle for what he wants. Then he stops, takes a breath, shakes his head. "I know it's a big ask and obviously you don't have to, if you really don't want to. I kind of just, I can't, I can't imagine doing this without you."
Eddie claps a hand to his chest. "Right in the flattery gland, Harrington."
Steve slides his hand up Eddie's leg and squeezes his thigh. Is this going to be a thing? Is Eddie going to have to get Robin to have a word with him about this soon?
"You're the whole reason I've got this far," Steve tells him, all close and sincere. "If you don't want to come, that'll suck, but it's okay. I just wanna make sure that you know I appreciate everything you've done."
Eddie knows every mole on Steve's face, but Steve's close enough now to reveal a few previously unknown freckles.
Eddie chuckles weakly. "Personal space?" he suggests.
"Overrated," Steve says and then.
And then.
And then he presses his lips carefully against Eddie's.
"What?" Eddie croaks. He can feel his breath dance off Steve's mouth.
"Thank you," Steve says and kisses him again, a little firmer, a little damper this time.
"I..." Eddie is a goddamn fucking hero because he makes himself lean back. "Don't. You can't. Don't kiss me to say thank you. That's not... Don't. Please."
He's expecting Steve to sit back, blush and apologise and explain he had to best of intentions. Instead, Steve lifts the hand not on Eddie's thigh and touches his cheek. "Can I kiss you 'cause I can't imagine not kissing you?"
The centre of Eddie's chest throbs. Even he doesn't know what that means. "You don't want to kiss me," he manages.
"Kinda really do," Steve says. "So? Can I?"
(continued here)
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The primary alteration I did was insert a drawstring in most of the waistbands of my skirts step one is to unpick about 3-5in of the center (ish) of the front of the skirt (or wherever you're sticking your grommets and tails)
I used a pair of pins to mark the start and end of my section. There's two rows of stitching at the waistband you'll have to undo.
The next thing you'll need to do is poke your holes for your grommets (grommets are important to prevent wear on the waistband and unraveling)
Because the materials you are setting the grommets in are very stretchy you want to make that stretch work to your advantage and make the tiniest hole you can get away with (if your hole is too big the material will stretch away from the grommet and the grommet will fall out) I found that only cutting vertical threads in the elastic worked best (and not more than like 3) I used the tip of my seam ripper to gently move the threads over to the sides of the grommet.
The placement of your grommets is very important. You need to make sure there is roughly 1/2 in between the edge of the grommet and the end of your open section so you can fit your setting tool in and that the pair of grommets are not too close together (for me that is about 1-3 in apart, you do want to be able to bridge that gap with your lace)
Next you will thread your drawstring. I'm using 72in shoelaces, use whatever you like. I chose shoelaces because they come with nicely finished ends, are fairly durable and come standard in several sizes. Whatever you use you'll want it to be about 16in longer than your body's widest point (roughly 8in per end to tie with at the most relaxed)
Now while you can feed it without a tool (so long as it has a hard end you can feel and move from outside the waistband a safety pin works ok in a pinch) I strongly recommend using a tool of some kind. The ideal tool for the job is a bodkin (a clamping lacing tool specifically designed for this sort of thing) of course I have consistently failed to aquire one for the last decade or so so I'm using a pair of clamping tweezers (not ideal but workable)
You'll also want to secure the other end (not the feeding end, I usually feed it through the eyelet and tie a decent knot in it and that'll handle it. You will want to start feeding into the waistband on the same side as the eyelet you used as an anchor and away from the other eyelet
Some tips for feeding drawstrings (particularly those paired with elastic)
-Feed your drawstring a few inches then grip the waistband and string in one hand while shoving the gathered material away towards the other end of the channel
-The seams and pockets are the fiddliest bit but a bit of careful wiggling will get you past them (it is an open channel all the way around!!) DO NOT force it gentle wiggling is your friend
-Your hand will probably get tired after a bit don't hurt yourself and feed the next one the opposite way.
-Because of the construction of these skirts I ended up feeding my drawstring along the outside of the elastic inside the outer portion of the waistband feeding from the same side as your drawstring is much easier (even though your grommets are in the inside of the skirt)
Once your drawstring is fed through you are on to the next tricky bit. Sewing.
You probably can hand sew it. I didn't. I'd guess that an invisible hem stitch and a running stitch might be the best way to do that but ymmv. I did mine on a machine, which had it's struggles but also was easier for me.
Sewing directions wil be continued in the reblog because I seem to have hit the image limit.
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Another round of incorrect quotes about the bishops
Once again, I am using my headcanons in this.
Shamura, showing the picture of another god they have to kill: and this is our next objective.
Kallamar: I could take them.
Shamura: I do not doubt your abilities in combat but I do not think you could beat them in a fight.
Kallamar: a fight...? Yeah, no, I could never beat them in a duel.
Shamura: then what were you talking about?
Kallamar:
Shamura: what were you talking about
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Leshy: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?
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Narinder, walking in the room with the biggest tome about necromancy you can imagine: You know what I’ve realized?
Heket: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?
Narinder: Nice try, anyways-
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Basically their last discussion before Narinder got chained:
Shamura: What is wrong with you?
Narinder: Many, many things...
Narinder: And most of them are your fucking fault.
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Shamura, newly crowned and on their way to kill their first god: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.
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Narinder, four years old: I want to grow up to be like Shamura!
Kallamar, already done with everything: that's called developing a socipathic disorder.
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Leshy: Heyyy Narinder, how’s your… drink??
Narinder: What do you mean drink? It’s coffee.
Leshy: You sure?? *Looks to coffee maker*
Narinder: *Looks to coffee maker*
*Cement sitting beside the coffee maker*
Narinder:...I’m on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead.
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Heket: I typed "whiny bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.
Kallamar:
Heket: Vroom vroom, come out already.
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Leshy: Cronch.
Leshy: You hear that? That's the sound of me eating sticks.
Shamura: No, don’t—
Leshy: Too late.
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Shamura: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you we're in a fucking war.
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Leshy: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?
Narinder: I only like dark humor.
Leshy, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?
Narinder:
Leshy: An IMPASTA!
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Leshy, first time visiting a zoo: What are they in for?
Shamura: Leshy, this isn't prison.
Leshy: So they can leave?
Shamura: No, but-
Leshy, pointing at a bird: I bet that one murdered someone.
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Shamura: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?
Kallamar: Narinder, probably.
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Leshy: Hey, Heket, where are you going?
Heket: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.
Heket: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s. Do you want an happy meal?
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TSUBAKI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND!
notes. the only reason why i got into windbre is because of her and mister white-haired blue-eyed hajime umemiya. (im gonna explode)
contents and warnings. mostly fluff, tsubaki is referred to using she/her pronouns (pls she is heavily transfem-coded), making out (mentioned, non explicit).
✦ Somehow, some way, you managed to get into a relationship with someone as cool and awesome as her! How? Why? You aren't sure, but you don't question it, afraid that it'll backfire on you.
✦ Tsubaki is extremely affectionate and loves PDA. She would hold your hand if you let her to, squeezing it occasionally to make sure you're still hanging onto her. It's a small, little habit that you have formed— a wordless communication.
✦ Sometimes, when she sees you from a distance, she'll run up to you and either greet you with a hug or surpise you with a hug from behind. Forgive her if she buries her face into your hair and smells your shampoo, it makes her giddy when you use the new scented shampoo she recommended you.
✦ More often than not, you'll find lipstick marks all over you when she goes to attack you with kisses. It's a fun surprise whenever you suddenly find a mark on your forehead or on your jaw... It's kind of embarrassing, but hey, that's love you suppose.
✦ If you aren't comfortable with PDA, Tsubaki will understand and will adjust to be more affectionate behind closed doors.
✦ She loves to have sleepovers at your place, even more so when your parents are so welcoming and accepting of her. You'd guys have self-care sessions, pulling out skin-care kits and applying facemasks while watching a movie together; Sometimes, you'd have long rant-filled talks about random things you guys find interest in. The sleepovers often end in either cuddling or makeout sessions that also ends up in cuddling.
✦ Uses pet names, but to the point it's unbearingly sweet. Most of the time, it's the slip of a tongue like "Could pass me the salt, darling?", "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry" and "Don't keep me waiting, Angel"... And the other half is just teasing because she just loves watching you become all flustered.
✦ She's also easily flustered, so you guys have flirting competitions and the first to become shy loses. It's a cute, little bonding moment!
✦ Shopping dates are a must! It's practically a ritual for you both. At first, she brought you along, so you can give your honest opinion whenever she tries out new accesories or outfits. But when you start to do the same, you bet she'll be hyping you up. Even more so when you're the type to stick in your personal bubble and avoid new things.
✦ She's the kind of girlfriend that'll introduce you to things you never thought of trying before, but you're glad you did because it makes you so happy! And that's her number one goal when it comes to you.
✦ Whenever you're feeling down, she's there to comfort you. If you need a calm voice to listen to, she's there to sit beside you and offer her shoulder to dry your tears. She'll pat your head and tell you everything's going to be alright, and just lots of encouraging things.
✦ She'd do anything she can to distract you from your thoughts, even going as far as take out on dates and have you focus on being happy instead of whatever your problem is.
✦ Tsubaki just cares so much and loves you lots, and she wants you to be is comfortable around her. So if you have a problem with anything (i.e loud noises, crowds, being uncomfortable with affection), she'll understand and adjust. All she asks is you do the same for her as well!
✦ With her, people don't even make you a target. I mean, she is one of the four heavenly kings in Boufurin. Anyone who messes with her beloved, messes with her.
✦ If anyone dares to push their luck, well... They best be prepared because she isn't going to let that slide.
✦ And after she's done teaching them a very important lesson on how to keep their noses in their own business, she's off to giving you all the love and affection you deserve, making you forget all about anyone that tried to hurt you.
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Childhood Friends to Lovers Headcanons with Madara
Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns
𓆃 Likely the easiest way to build anything meaningful with Madara. At least something that'll make him think twice before he does anything stupid.
𓆃 Because he's stubborn and, like most people in the period of warring clans, likes to stick to what he knows. If you grew up together, you're likely an Uchiha or at least in a very closely allied clan.
𓆃 Not to say that being a Senju and having a relationship with him similar to Hashirama isn't possible, but it's more likely that you'll encounter interpersonal issues the moment village politics come into play.
𓆃 Being with Madara from the start is sure to get you major points in the long run, because no matter where your journey together takes you, he understands that you went through the same things together.
𓆃 This understanding is paramount if you want a deeper relationship with him.
𓆃 Your history also makes it likely that Madara will make exceptions for you that he wouldn't have otherwise made for anyone else. Any of your quirks automatically border on sentimental and even battle prowess can be overlooked given your deep childhood friendship.
𓆃 Perhaps the side of Madara that you unlock isn't necessarily cuddly, but he will demonstrate time and again through his actions that he cares deeply about you.
𓆃 He will have your back in battle, shouting out compliments at your performance even if a sword is at his throat. Or if you're a non-combatant, he's always prioritizing your safety whether he's guarding you himself or sending Izuna to bring you to safety.
𓆃 Madara takes on quite a few roles for you that are best not to think too closely about. It doesn't matter if he's younger or older, he's comfortable inserting himself in your affairs, sometimes overriding your decisions if he believes he knows better about what's best for you.
𓆃 Despite his quirks, it's very clear to everyone that the two of you have a unique bond. It's not very often that you're separated, and even when you're together it is very clear that Madara allows things from you that he wouldn't allow anyone else.
𓆃 Attitude and even blatant feuds settle into banter. Disrespect is regarded with an eye roll. Step out of line at an important figure and Madara silently and stoically has your back.
𓆃 A relationship akin to two cats that can't be adopted separately. Any mutual feelings are gradual and, to both of you, obvious. You've always stuck together, how is it different when you're adults?
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Next Time Then
Paring:Newt x female reader
Summary:After standing up up for Newt, he visits you in the slammer.
If you ask me it wasn't even my fault. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to ask. I don't know what they wanted me to do. The dude was being a slinthead so I beat a little sense into him. It serves him right. Maybe now he'll have some common decency in his life. No one else saw it that way so I'm spending the night in the slammer with no dinner.
"Six thousand and seventy eight, six thousand and seventy nine."
"You alright there love? You sound like you're losin' it already?"Newt asked.
"When'd you get here?"I asked, sitting up.
"Just a minute ago. I wanted to see how long ya'd really go on for,"He shrugged.
"I was trying to count how many stars I could see. I got bored,"I explained.
"You could have just slept,"He suggested.
"No. I didn't want to do that either,"I replied.
"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't Mr.second-in-command be sleeping with the others?"I teased.
"I hate when ya' call me that,"He complained.
"No you don't. Now what are you doing here? Hate to inform you of this, but this place isn't much."
He looked down at me through the make shift bars.
"I figured you'd get hungry eventually,"He said, tossing me a piece of bread. I successfully caught it like the athlete I am.
"This is why I love you."
"Because I brought ya' bread?"He asked, amused.
"No. Because you were kind enough to bring it. Also you're doing exactly what you're not supposed to be doing right now. You're just full of surprises,"I admitted, looking up at the sky. They were sparkling more than I'd seen than I'd seen them before. It could also be the fact that everything seems better and brighter when he's around.
"So are you apparently. Why'd you beat up poor Jack? The poor blokes nose was broken,"He asked.
"He was being a shuckface,"I responded nonchalantly.
"That's not a very good answer. Lots of people are shuckfaces, but ya' normally don't punch them,"He pointed out.
"He was talking bad about you,"I admitted sheepishly. That was the one thought could set me off. He was to good to be talked about negativity.
"Y/N, I don't want you to be in the slammer. I'd rather have you out here with me,"He said softly.
"I'll work on it,"I said to get a reaction.
"Y/N,"He sighed but I could still hear a grin behind it. "Next time just think about me tellin' you off for not being out here with me. I'm sure that'll stick in your mind."
"What if it's really rude?"I asked, waiting for his next words.
"Y/N,"He started.
"Just kidding. You know you're the only one I'll occasionally listen to."
"You're lucky I love you,"He sighed, sounding so done with my attitude but flustered at the same time. It was adorable that after all this time he still turned red around me.
"I know I am Newt. I'm the luckiest girl in the Glade."
"You're the only girl in the Glade,"He reminded me.
"You have to ruin everything don't you? The one time I'm nice and this is the thanks I get,"I huffed pretending to be offended.
"You're nice to me all the time,"He replied.
"Shh. I have a reputation to keep."
"Y/N-"
"Shh, can you hear it? Y/N, the girl who'll break your nose. Has a nice ring to it don't you think?"I asked innocently.
"You know what I think?"He asked.
"What exactly do you think Newton?"
"I think you need to go to bed before you get any more ideas in that head of yours."
"What if I have a completely different idea?"I asked.
"Then, I don't think it'd be a very smart one."
"What if the idea involves you?"I asked, grinning.
"Then, I'd be scared for my life,"He joked.
"What if it involves you, me, and you breaking me out of here?"I suggested. Even from down here I knew he was rolling his eyes.
"Goodnight Y/N,"He told me, getting up to go.
"Okay, next time then,"I yelled.
"There better not be a bloody next time!"
There was in fact a next time.
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God I love me some possessive men-am thinking about HSR daddies with their Omega mate that suddenly goes into heat while their in public/crowded area. (๑/////๑ " )
Them being both worried and protective bc other alphas are starting to take interest. While their poor spouse is just there, clinging for dear life.
Imagine this was before they bonded- free real estate for other alphas to swoop in to woo the poor thing.
IMAGINE IF SOME OF THE ALPHAS DO CHALLENGE THEM ONG (⸝⸝˃ ་། ˂⸝)
Blade would probably be the worst out of all of them. Bro would be pissed as hell. He's ready to fight the world.
Jing Yuan probably would either be very calm, Instead trying to get you someplace safe, or freaking tf out & growling.
Welt, my poor bby would be very concerned (♡´𓋰`♡) prioritizing his mate's wellbeing first. But would he step up if another Alpha would challenge him?
Kyaaaaaaaaaa >-<
I am entertained by your emoticons and your stunning mind :o
Including Luocha cause I keep leaving him out of things.
CW: omegaverse, violence and death mention.
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Blade
All he has to do is release his scent and that'll be enough to send anybody running, if not that then seeing the blood lust in his eyes and the sword by his side will.
If anybody is foolish enough to challenge him it's their last day breathing. They better enjoy the scent of his omega while it lasts.
Doesn't escort his omega to safety but does have them hide and close their eyes as he deals with the idiots who thought they could claim them. As soon as he's done he's taking them back home where they'll be safe and checked for any wounds.
If their scent sours because of the violence he might regret killing those other alphas but only because it upset them. Cleans them and himself up of any blood and wraps them up in his sheets before wrapping them up in his arms.
He's struggling a bit with his Mara and his rage at being challenged as an Alpha so he doesn't have the energy to properly take care of them besides this for now. Give him a moment or two and he'll be ready to tend to their every need and comfort them better than he is at the moment.
Jing Yuan
As soon as he smells them he's ordering the nearest soldiers around to clear a path so he can escort them to safety. They follow even if they too are bothered by their scent, they know their place and not to dare lay a hand on his omega.
Everyone knows who the General's omega is, with or without a claim mark, so it'll be surprising for some brave(read: foolish) soul to try and challenge him of all people.They must be some foreigner with no clue on who's in charge of the Luofu and or they don't care.
Point is they've challenged not only their General they've threatened the safety of his omega and he and his people won't stand for this. He doesn't have to lift a finger or look in their direction as his soldiers drag the offender away and focuses on getting them both home.
On the occasion it's just him without any soldiers nearby it takes seconds for him to knock down the competition as soon as they reach for his omega.
Once they're both somewhere safe he's sticking by their side, looking them over for any injuries and checking their medication to see if they've missed taking it or something to explain their sudden heat.
If they allow him he's more than happy to help them out but he'd prefer to make sure they're feeling safe and secure before he's willing to help.
Welt
His priority is to get his omega somewhere safe before dealing with any threats, they can wait but they can't.
He escorts them to a room, such as a bathroom or somewhere else where the door can be locked from the inside and tells them to stay there and to not open the door for anyone until he calls them.
Let's say one of the Alphas follows him and challenges him for his omega thinking with his old age they could do so much better. He doesn't hesitate to put them in their place through words alone, letting them know that clearly they aren't a good match if all they can do is think with their dick and then some.
If the other gets enraged he'll deal with them promptly with his powers until they and any stragglers flee the scene. Once he's sure the coast is clear he gives his omega the signal and finds the quickest route back to the Astral Express or their hotel room.
As soon as their safe he does his best to take care of his omega by giving them the space or comfort they may need from such a stressful situation. Will help them out with their heat if they like but their mental, emotional, and physical health comes first.
Luocha
Since people tend to think of him as an omega as well they might try to come after him as well. Doesn't mind the attention as he can deal with them easily but with his omega struggling to stay standing he's got to prioritize their safety first.
Releases his scent to get most of the other alphas to back off before taking his omega into his arms and cutting past anyone who tries to stop him.
If an alpha decides to pursue not getting the hint they're not wanted he's taking them out, zero hesitation. They might not be dead but they're gonna wish they were.
As soon as he's got his omega to the safety of their shared room he's giving them all the attention they could want in the world. He might have to take a break away from them to reschedule his meetings and the like but that's nothing, their health and well being matters far more than some business.
#honkai star rail a/b/o#honkai star rail x reader#blade x reader#jing yuan x reader#welt x reader#luocha x reader#gender neutral reader#honkai star rail omegaverse
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Thot of the Day: College COD men x shy!wife AU where they're your best friend... and then more!
After you finally break up with your sorry excuse for a boyfriend, your best friend immediately confesses to you.
Telling you how much he loves you and he always has, and also how sorry he is for not saying it sooner, especially after the mistreatment by your ex. He was worried he might ruin what the two of you had, even as just friends.
He should’ve acted on it so long ago. Something he should've done from the get-go.
But now that the jerk's out of the picture, all that matters is the two of you. It always has been. One day, when the two of you are attending a college party, your last one before graduating, you stick close to each other in the corner of the room.
And then, he sees your ex with his new girl.
But that man also wouldn't stop looking at the two of you to the point where he's not even focusing on his new girl anymore, even when she's grinding up against him and nipping on his neck.
His presence also catches the interest of a few partygoers. Always known as the self-assured, overachieving and respected figure of the school.
He exudes confidence with those he meets, but he prefers his tight-knit circle of friends. With his achievements and how he carries himself, he was intimidating just as he was inspiring, so it was a surprise (but not really, because you are his best friend) to see him shamelessly showing you his affection.
Word spreads fast about the 'best friends' finally dating, after all.
So, he takes advantage of the situation, holding you in his arms at all times, kissing you ever so softly and whispering God knows what that has you looking away with a bashful smile, all while your ex watches as if you had betrayed him.
The glass in his hand shakes just a tad bit, threatening to break it as he watches your face contort in pleasure from a mere kiss. Then hiding in his chest because you're scared the students around you might be watching.
Oh, how he enjoys seeing the jerk's eyes widen in fear when he looks up at him. Sharp and darkening as he stares him down.
He's gonna have to keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid just to try and win you back.
Again: try.
Because the bastard can try all he wants, but there's no denying that he'll look fucking stupid in the process.
But if he tries anything. Anything that'll scare you like he did when you were still dating.
He's going to get it. Worse than what was already coming for him.
Real soon.
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Caught
Tw: more fluff :> You and Leona cuddling, your relationship was still a secret..until Ruggie decided it wasn't.
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It was pretty late in the evening, Leona and you were getting ready for bed. He of course was always ready for bed, he hardly took the time to change before he laid down and got comfortable.
"You're so fast to crawl into bed, Lazy lion." You chuckled and unbuttoned your blazer while you spoke. He rolled over to face you, his green gaze narrowing into a stubborn glare, "You could do the same, save us both the time."
You rolled your eyes and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed and sticking your tongue out at him playfully. He scowled just a bit with a disgruntled expression, his tail lashing about fiercely as you taunted him.
"Just lay down, dammit." he huffed and reached for you, before you even had the thought to pull away he had you trapped between his arms. "But i haven't finished cha-!" he quickly interrupted your sentence with a kiss, gently holding your face before leaning back.
He grinned smugly seeing your baffled expression and red face, a wide and cheeky look on his face. "That shut ya up fast." he snickered and pinched your cheek. You swatted his hand away and lowered your head to keep your face out of sight.
"Stupid lion..just go to sleep.." You mumbled, he looked down at you. Still smug, but he softened up a bit and pulled you close, his tail wrapped around you and he held tightly onto your waist before he pulled a big blanket over the two of you.
You were completely hidden underneath, not that you minded, it was a safety measure so it was nearly impossible to see you, so no one would catch the two of you.
Speaking of, why were you and Leona keeping your relationship a secret? Perhaps Leona didn't want to tarnish your reputation with his own, as dating a lazy second born prince with a lot of baggage..well, people will talk.
You wouldn't care if the two of you were found out, but if it made him feel better, you agreed to keep your relationship a secret.
Leona fell asleep pretty fast after you playful argument, and listening to his soothing heartbeat and breathing put you to sleep fast as well.
Hour passed, and the sun began to rise on a new day. When morning comes, so does Savannahclaw's daily morning Spell drive training. And Ruggie knew Leona well enough to know he wasn't going to be getting up on his own, no chance.
"Hey, Boss!" came a stupidly energized voice, one that only belonged to Ruggie. Leona grumbled softly and nuzzled closer to your, his ears flattening as he tried to stay asleep.
"Come on, if you sleep the morning away not only will you miss training, you'll miss morning classes!" He huffed and put his hands on his hips before a sly toothy grin painted his face.
"You leave me no choice!" he snickered and stepped closer to the foot of the bed, grabbing a handful of the blanket and pulling it right off with ease.
You stiffened, Ruggie froze in surprise, and Leona seemed too bewildered to move. It was like the whole room had completely froze, that is, until Ruggie began to chuckle and laugh like the hyena he is. As he laughed, you could tell Leona was getting visibly agitated..which wouldn't work out well for Ruggie.
"Get. Out." Leona growled, his ears had flattened and he snarled. Seeing his anger, Ruggie quickly shut his trap and smiled awkwardly with his hands raised. "i'll just tell em you're sick! Yeah- that'll work-" he turned on a dime and quickly ran out.
With the hyena gone, Leona slumped over and sighed. You sat up and stretched before flopping onto him, "i'm pretty sure you can scare him into silence, y'know..?" you did your best to offer him solace, but he just flopped onto you, laying his head on your chest.
"Forget it, it was gonna happen at some point 'n time.." He grumbled, letting out a yawn once he had relaxed again. His tail wash lashing about, so you could tell that he was at the very least still irritated.
"Y'know..even if people don't like that i'm dating you, i thought you'd be the kind of guy who wouldn't care.." you hummed and brushed your hand through his hair. "Hmph..I don't want my poor rep to effect you..that's all." he sighed.
His tail gradually began to relax the more attention you put into messing with his hair or rubbing his ears. "I mean..I think less people will want to mess with the magicless Ramshackle student once they know I'm with you, y'know?"
He glanced up at you, those green eyes of his full of doubts and uncertainty. "I think the Savannahclaw students will treat me with more respect now! Well, that's if Ruggie goes running his mouth.." Leona smiled to himself seeing you so bright.
"I feel stupid for worrying about you." he hummed and closed his eyes, "Are you not going to morning training..?" You inquired and tilted your head, only to be met with soft snores. "You-" You sighed and rolled your eyes before kissing his forehead and leaning back, "Sweet dreams, Lazy lion.." You muttered and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep soon after..
Thanks for reading.
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Speaking on the fatphobia, especially when pertaining to monsters like hill giants, it is definetly a WotC problem. Like, if the hill giants had any other trait then being described as mean, greedy, and overall just being unpleasant to be around then I’m pretty damn sure they would do better. Certainly doesn’t help that they tack on the whole “not all (x) are like this” while not giving any actual examples in their books.
Exactly. Most people read the description, and basically all of them are like "this is a horrible person who makes games out of torturing and killing people and doesn't believe in bathing. Also they're stupid and nobody likes them." at which point someone who's a "maybe" based on looks, even a solid smash, can become a "no." Though the depiction has a lot to do with it as well. Like, the hill giant in BGG is the same creature as the one in the MM, still supposed to have all the same traits, but like
Maybe it's because I'm a lesbian and the right is a top tier body shape, but I feel like there's a difference. The left one's slack jawed expression does it. he's waddling around in dirty underwear with a stick and a slack jawed expression while it talks about how stupid and mean he is. The right one (who we'll poll on later) actually has some intent, and it just talks about how they throw rocks while running people over and devouring them like a living avalanche. Granted, also a little less stupid with only a -1 on intelligence instead of -3. but it doesn't spend the whole time throwing shade. and I'm sure that'll do a lot better!
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the forest demon
a/n: a blind shrine cleaner wandered off too far into the forest to bring the children home until she met him.
c/w: blood, physical abuse, violence
a/n: omg this was my first draft ever i shouldve format the starting like this for my two other fics (not much diff but its less messy). sassy men apocalypse!!!
c: sukuna x gen!reader
it's been the third warning this week, it was ridiculous. the village empty with such silence. the village heads had retreated up and left the poor to resign in this little village that'll soon collapse to an unnamed forest demon.
a parcel was thrown at the shrine cleaner with a malicious snicker, it wasn't heavy and the sound of screws and bolts clink together when it hit the ground.
"here's a few, on the house." the blacksmith trudged past them, the crunch of the snow against his new shoes sickening to hear as he ushers his children to follow.
being blind in a village full of bystanders was ironic.
they turn blind on purpose when the blind cleaner's head gets smashed in against the pavement, stepped all over and trying to cup any bruises so the blood doesn't splatter on the stone. crumpling into the snow wasn't an option either, the only work that they can only do with their bloodied hands was to clean.
the only skill that was taught to them before their vision was stripped away from them along with their freedom.
spitting on the ground, the cane in their hand was clutched tightly with the parcel in the other. atleast the ones left in the village were the quiet ones who stare. people who didn't lend a hand other than to point at the shrine cleaner to their children to not get near in case they wanted a beating too. well, other than people, there were curses.
this village was full of unruly people, no wonder the number of curses that could be sensed outnumber the people in the village and they were out for blood especially since there were less people around, the easy ones were the children that were too curious for their own good.
"tomoko, dont go into the forest. your father's leaving." the child's cursed energy was too little to sense, she'd surely be missed if the sounds of her naked feet didn't step on the branches that broke off during the season.
the child wasn't the same as the father and she quickly ran up to the shrine cleaner to stop you from the shards of glass littered outside a smashed house. her small hands clumsily gripped the material of the kimono to deter you off the path.
"my friends are in there."
tomoko pointed at the forest, her cursed energy grows that it nearly caused a dulling ache in your head. the child continued to pull at the kimono in her hands when the adult they've grown accustomed to was headed to the path she pointed at. the child whined, wanting to follow to especially since it was getting dark. you needed help too, the branches were poking into your skin.
the shrine cleaner crouched, wiping the tears of panic from the child's eyes and patted her head. with a promise to get back as soon as possible, the figure of the cleaner dissappears into the forest. she grips her own kimono, a sense of regret in her heart as she runs to get help,
but who would help her?
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this was bothersome, the cursed energy in this woods was overwhelming and the only path was straight ahead. it was hell to go through. the thorns and scrubs that cut your skin was almost suffocating.
sweat trailed down her skin, hands getting clammy on both of the things that were being held in your hands.
nighttime aroused more curses but there was more than usual at this time, it was still evening you were sure. the villagers always left before the sun sets. you disperse of the curses in the area, they fade into ash as you trudged ahead, your cane sticking into soft snow.
crunch
a gnarly crunch was heard, it frightens you.
the dominating curse energy moved slightly but it didnt change directions. it was probably stuck into place.
tsk
a faint scoff was heard until another bite into flesh (which you hope was an animal) continued. there was a dig into bone again and a grotesque pull. your breathing pattern's changed now, this is impossible. you'd die if you come across this curse.
but tomoko's friends.. it was hard. regularly, tomoko would specify but now it was stupid of you. she might've meant small curses and not actual friends. you needed to turn back. the girl did have the ability to see curses, spilling stories about ugly figures that follow her or small ones that joined her.
crack
that was bone being split into half, sweat started dripping down your forehead as you turned back.
crack
it wasn't bones this time, this thing was getting closer. you wouldn't dare alarm it but it probably noticed you. no, no don't say that. your heart rate started increasing. anything but that, you wanted to die but not to a curse. never to them.
but your feet was stuck to the ground or rather it felt like you were walking through sludge, legs weak that it was pathetic. come on, just get through. your cane dig deep into the snow to move, running would be dumb too. though you walked straight ahead, you would injure yourself with nearby trees.
fuck, just move, move.
"face me."
it was behind you, directly behind you. if you just turned around, you would be face to face.
but hah, not to worry, you couldn't see anyways. you dont need to see how horrifying face of this curse. no.. no, thats not what you're supposed to be worried about.
you should worry about how your achilles tendons were both sliced in so deeply.
you shoved your wrist into your mouth as you turned and attempted to kneel, this cursed energy could kill you, you were getting lighthearted but it was hard to tell if it was from the smell of blood or from the thing that was gripping your face. your screams were muffled by your skin. the parcel had been dropped, tumbling god knows where.
tears rolled down your cheeks, you wanted to spit in this curse's face but it burns. your feet hurts so much that the contact from the snow stung even more.
"it hurts, doesn't it? walking in blind was your first mistake and foolish enough for you to not bow when you felt me."
such arrogance, he scoffed and shoved your face away.
he smeared blood onto your face, the stench was horrendous.
"lord, just what are you?"
he chuckled, a dirty smirk you were grateful you couldn't see and a growl that was deep from his throat.
"the forest demon,"
his cursed energy turned so erratic that you vommited but gracefully turning your head to the left before you threw up over his feet.
"hah, that's what silly humans call me this time. your village is quite brainless for simply calling me such a title."
you felt his breath on your ear meaning he had knelt to your level, it was so hard to stay conscious but you defitenely didnt want to faint on this curse's lap by any chance. he held up your head again when you look right about to pass out.
"and reducing you to such a mess, im impressed. you let them treat you like this?"
you could just laugh at him, spit in his face even like you originally planned. but he had ripped through your skin without even doing anything, you couldn't feel his cursed energy or his sharp nails scrape at your feet. you'd be dead in no time. you looked up at him, choking.
"you'd like to be one of them too?"
that made him hum, such bite in your words that his lips tickled your earlobe.
"don't get too ahead of yourself, i can leave you to die just how the villagers wanted it but i have plans for you, you're quite farmiliar with this treatmeant. im sure of it."
he made a dig to how you were merely a toy to be used, treating you just like villagers do when they have dirty work for you to do.
he stands up, pulling you up by the wrist and you'd almost stumble when you felt no pain anymore. he walked to the direction of the village, that was enough to tell you to follow him and just how, how could he possibly heal you as a curse? the priestess could only do that, swearing to herself that her abilities were the purest form of jujutsu. but it seemed that others might have outmatched her. better yet, a curse; something she exorcises daily.
you walk behind him, knowing better than to question him but words slips.
"i hope you're not as bad as the villagers in whatever ploy you think of doing."
"im much more worse."
now this was a doozy, should've death been a better option? your lips twitched upward in a slightly maddening way.
stepping back into the village, you heard the farmiliar rumble of curses that reach out to you.
"go on, show me what you got."
you heaved a sigh before you flicked up your two fingers to send a blast to the crowd of curses that gather and it was ill to think that they were crawling everywhere like maggots.
"again."
some flew over head and you took them down, you move to flick back two that were close to the forest demon and directly tore apart ones that managed to land a hit on you.
"again."
you twirled around, bumping into a bunch of curses that was defitenely looking forward to consume you but you threw them back with your cursed energy and made them burst apart.
"again."
you reached your hand out but stopped abruptly.
"my friends are back !"
tomoko giggled, she was holding two bee looking curses that buzzed about but it wasn't due to joy but extreme aggravation under the gaze of the 'forest demon'. he sent a slash motion to the curses, killing them.
"go on."
tomoko watched in horror, her two curse friends' guts all over her hands. she looked up at you. no, you couldn't have done that right? her back hits one of the houses that were abandoned.
"y-you!"
the forest demon chuckles, shrugging, his hands on his hips.
"c'mon,"
"you monster! you killed them!"
your hands shake, still in the same position as before as tomoko screams at you, tears surging out her eyes. she ran towards you.
"you unruly shrine cleaner!"
your eyes widened in an inhuman way, her words striking the deepest nerve in you and you raised your hand further.
blood then smear against white snow. your hand falls back down to your side as you hear him move forward, a sickening crunch in his step.
"you don't possibly think i brought you back to the village to only kill curses?"
he waited for no response.
"we'll see each other in a bit."
a low buzz was audible in your ears as silence was heard. wow, what was this feeling? you nearly fall over from your shaking legs and you stuffed your face into hands. this was utter hell but people don't change. the smell of blood was distasteful but not unfarmiliar. the whispers drove you insane. the same damn insults thrown at you when they think you couldn't hear.
but you're free now.
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your brain was empty except for the fact you were finished.
you walked ahead to the forest demon and it's gotten hot, you've heard shouts of "forest demon!" and what not when you were slaughtering the others so maybe they think torches would kill him.
you felt him and you were about to walk into a fire until he blocked you from it. his arm blocking you and you took it as a sign to walk the opposite direction. he didn't say a word for a long bit. but you could've swore he had looked you up and down.
were you a serious mess? a bloody one at that? blood soaked you but it was not clear on where it had spread too.
his sharp nail startled you as he held your cheek, he deepened that nail to form a mark and made it bleed. why did he even felt the need to do that?
you pushed his hand away and he made an amused noise to it.
"now you've fulfilled something in your life, you'll follow and serve me next." you made an obvious grimace, biting your cheek but his abrupt chuckle hit you. he crossed his arms, his biceps flexing.
"oh, another thing. your work doesnt end here. your cleaning work i mean," he held a hand to his chin. "you're meticulous with cleaning but not so much with your technique, work on it."
and he walks away, without saying anything you were to follow him. this was unexpectantly troublesome. so much for being free but maybe being by the forest demon's side wouldn't be too bad after all? walking away from the village that was in ruins and in flames,
you start your new life under him.
oh, that reminds you about the parcel you had dropped prior. maybe, you'll get it next time.
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