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Waiting For It Gets So Boring // Luke Hemmings

Cass & I hope you've enjoyed our silly little miniseries - we're both thrilled to be co-writing together again and have many more projects in the works so stay tuned! We're closing out the week with a story about trying to make some memories with Luke amidst a loud house party. Historically, we're Cashton girls and only write for our lanes but Hemmo currently has us both feelings things and thus this bonus chapter was born.

If you haven't already, be sure to check out yesterday's offering featuring Calum over on @cal-puddies and Ashton's chapter, posted here on Wednesday. And of course, the series masterlist linked below has been updated with complete links. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke trying to reconnect with his girl after returning from tour. Marijuana edibles consumed at a party. Semi-public teasing, moderately rough sex featuring brief choking, oral sex, cum play, mention of hypothetical anal play, dirty talk containing strong language.

Word Count: 6360

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“Oh my god, that’s so much better, I feel like I can breathe again. ”

You plop down on the outdoor couch, relieved to get away from the noisy, raging house party and take in the cool, night air. With Luke on tour the past couple months, it’d been a while since you’d been out and trying to get back into the swing of things with a rager at Michael and Crystal’s house was like diving into the deep end; you knew their place was huge but it was still shocking to discover exactly how many people can fit in there at one time.

“WHAT?!” Luke yells from across the yard, walking comedically slow so that he doesn’t spill the red solo cups of water he snagged for you on the way out of the house. You giggle to yourself at his concentration, trying to focus on the filled to the brim drinks but also process what you were saying over the music and the stoned thoughts swirling in his head.

If the crowd wasn’t already overwhelming on its own, it was decidedly way too much to handle once you and Luke agreed to share one of the gourmet edibles someone had brought over from a fancy dispensary you’d been hearing about. The two of you are far from novices when it comes to weed but edibles always hit different and these designer ones seemed especially potent.

“I guess we’re a little out of practice here,” you comment as he gets closer, taking your cup from him.

He kicks his leg up on the coffee table, striking a cool pose as he downs his water in one gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey, I think I’m killin’ it tonight,” he brags, crushing the plastic cup in his hand, struggling to stave off the self-satisfied smirk that always paints his face when he knows he’s amusing you. You laugh, probably a little too loudly, and tug on the sleeve of his striped button down, eager to have him sitting beside you.

“Guess the important part is that we’re trying,” you shrug, cozying up against his side as he throws his arm around you and settles in. You lean over and peck his hand resting on your shoulder. “Making new memories together, like we said."

It’d been a whirlwind year since you’d met Luke; with him actually staying in one place to record the band’s album, the bond between you grew quickly and strongly. You knew when he left for tour the adjustment period was going to be tough, and it was, but what neither of you anticipated was how difficult coming home again would be. You shared stories from your life at home, he shared stories from the road but it wasn’t the same as the stories you used to star in together. It seemed you’d both gotten used to the distance and it was taking longer than it should for that sense of closeness to return. 

Something had to be done and after much discussion, it was decided the two of you needed to get out and experience things together again, make an effort to forge a new bond instead of waiting for the old one to be restored. And that’s how you ended up at a party neither of you were particularly enjoying, high off a weed cookie that was definitely way too tasty to be trusted.

He nods, joking, “Exactly. New memory of us only knowing about 12 people at this party: unlocked. New memory of us trying to be social and deciding we’d rather be alone: unlocked. New memory of me doing this: unlocked.” He leans in, rubbing softly over your cheek before planting a soft kiss on you.

“Smooth,” you chuckle, pecking his lips as he pulls away. “You still taste like chocolate.”

His face lights up and he reaches into his shirt pocket. “Funny you should mention that…” He triumphantly presents a folded up napkin to you, containing the other half of the cookie you split. He raises it to his mouth slowly, clearly anticipating your reaction.

“Lu! Oh my god,” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head as he smiles mischievously and takes a bite. “You can’t tell me you’re not feeling it enough already, I told you half was more than enough for us to share!”

He scoffs playfully, “And I told you half of a half wasn’t nearly enough for a big guy like me.” He offers you the rest of the treat and when you firmly refuse, he shrugs and proudly pops it into his mouth.

“You’re a tall guy, babe, I dunno if I’d say big.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Not what you were screaming last night,” he declares smugly, managing to run his hand up your thigh before he starts giggling uncontrollably.

You shake your head but find your grin growing wider as you join in with his laughter; you’ve always thought Luke was funny but he’s always hilarious when he’s high. Or is it just because you’re high that you think that? You don’t give yourself time to ponder that question because his hand has not only remained on your thigh but is now mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts and you’ve suddenly decided this gesture must be repaid with your affection.

The party swirls around you, music fading into the background and he’s in the middle of saying something but you can’t imagine a more important task for his lips than what you have in mind so you quietly shush him and pull him in by the neck for a kiss. He relaxes into it, never one to protest a rude interruption such as this. After a few beats, you deepen it and he takes that as a sign to trace his fingers teasingly up your leg, leaving a blazing trail in their wake. His other hand wraps around your waist and your hazy, lovestruck brain decides that’s as good an invitation as any to climb into his lap. 

“Oh!” He voices his surprise as you move to straddle him. He giggles joyfully as you carefully settle on top of him and once you’re in place, you return your lips to his. 

“Luke,” you sigh against his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s a question, a request or a reminder to yourself at how lucky you are to call the man underneath you yours, but it needed to be said. Maybe it’s the high, maybe you’re still needy from missing him, but you can’t remember the last time the two of you took a moment to just make out and enjoy each other like this. You can’t believe how incredible it feels, how incredible he feels. You feel like you can’t get enough of him, like you need to feel more from him right now this second so you roll your hips over his, holding his face to keep him in the kiss. You gently scratch his beard, enjoying the way it prickles your fingertips, longing to feel that friction elsewhere on your body.

Luke can sense your need, pulling away just long enough to groan, “God damn,” before giving your ass an appreciative squeeze and crashing his lips back to yours. His fingers tuck under your shorts, searing into your thigh and you can’t help but want them everywhere. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you let out a distinct moan, immediately pulling back to laugh at how loud it seemed, breaking your heated silence. Luke, of course, catches the giggles alongside you and pulls you closer, resting your foreheads together as you chuckle. 

Just as you start to catch your breath, his laughter reignites as starts exaggeratedly moving his head to the rhythm of the song playing in the distance; he notices you watching in amusement and moves his hands off your body to intertwine your fingers, lifting your arms and swaying them in a swimming motion to the beat. He sings along, rocking you both back and forth while continuing the motion with your arms, nose to nose. 

“You’re hot when you’re cute,” you say, cracking up at how dumb it sounds, no matter how true it is. 

His face lights up at your compliment and he drops your hands so he can wrap his arms around you and lean you all the way back for a kiss; you squeal happily, holding his face to deepen it. The embrace presses your bodies closer together and as your hips bump over his, Luke groans into your mouth. He quickly pulls you upright, exhaling your name and protesting, “Gonna need you to stop grinding on me.” 

“That was absolutely your fault, Lu,” you giggle. 

“I don’t know, I think you need to control yourself,” he teases, running his hands over your backside with a twinkle in his eye.

“And what about you, then?” You ask, kissing his jaw. 

“Honey, I am on my best behavior,” he promises, offering you a wide smile, poking his tongue through his teeth sweetly. 

You brush his curls back off his forehead and he closes his eyes in appreciation of your touch, goofy smile still painted on his face. You can’t help but smile back, giggling at how obviously high he is. You give him a feather light peck and he slowly licks his lips, searching for more of your taste. You decide to tease him a little more, peppering his face and jaw with kisses before moving to nibble at his ear. 

Luke lets out a quiet hum to accompany each of your kisses, his hands mindlessly rubbing over thighs. The contrasting sensations of his touch make you breathless: his rings are cool on your skin, his skin warm and inviting. The skin of his palms are soft while his fingers are enticingly rough, calloused from years of devotion to his guitar.

“Your hands feel so good on my skin,” you murmur. He captures your lips appreciatively, his fingers continuing to move up until they’re playing with the trim of your underwear. You let out a small whimper, thinking about how good he could make you feel right now if his fingers just explored a little further. You rock your hips, encouraging him. “Lu… just want to feel you, babe.”

He groans, staring up at you with pupils blown wide. “Aww, can you not feel me like this, baby?” His voice is sweet but teasing as his hands hook into the legs of your panties, just enough to pull and trace over the material but not enough to do more than graze your skin. “Is that enough? No? Still need more?” He grins at you, keeping eye contact as one of his hands slides out from your shorts to sneak under your shirt, giving one of your breasts a tight squeeze over your bra. 

You feel your breath becoming notably heavier, the vibe between the two of you becoming more charged by the second. You’re not sure where it’s coming from or how it’s escalated this quickly but you couldn’t be more thrilled to be caught up in it. “More,” you say simply but confidently, your own fingers hastily working on the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. 

Luke playfully dances his fingers over the cup of your bra before slipping them inside, the metal of his rings giving you an extra pinch as he gives your nipple a tug. “Feel me now?” 

You give him a hungry kiss, your hands dipping into his shirt, chest hair tickling your fingers. “More,” you dare him. 

He doesn’t hesitate to follow your instruction, crazy enough about you to do what you ask, inhibitions lowered enough to not care where he gives it to you. You feel the hand between your legs shift and you both groan when he makes contact with your pussy.

“Feel that?” He asks breathlessly, leaning forward to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. You nod, rolling your hips against his hand. He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching for your hand and resting it on the bulge straining against his already notably tight slacks. “How about that, baby? Feel that?”

You give him a squeeze, biting your lip at the groan he lets out as a result. “I need you, Lu,” you state matter of factly. 

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell,” he teases, running his fingers through your folds and bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “I swear I could fuck you right here.” 

A voice clearing their throat in the distance breaks the lustful spell the two of you have fallen under and you both quickly but casually remove your hands from the questionable places they’ve been taking up residence.

“Who is that?” You covertly mouth to your boyfriend, who is either too startled, too high or too aroused to understand you were trying to be discreet. He shifts your weight in his lap so he can see around you, noticeably staring and trying to make out the figure in the darkness.

A beat passes and you begin to smell smoke from a cigarette that is distinctly Calum’s brand and when he clears his throat again, you definitely recognize his voice behind you. “Uh… hey Luke… you guys maybe thinkin’ about getting a ride home? Unless you wanted to give a free show to anyone who wanders out here.” 

“What do you mean? Just a little moonlight make out with my girl,” he feigns innocence, giggling, 

Calum snorts, taking another drag. “Sure, mate… definitely why you had your fingers in your mouth when I first came out here.” You can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth to muffle your giggles as the guys talk.

Luke does his best to keep a straight face, nodding at his friend. “Ok… yeah, fair point.” He hugs you tight against him and shrugs his shoulders. “Just so happy to be home and out with my girl… She just… baby, you just… smell… taste… sound… feel so damn good!”

“Mmm hmm and all those things will still be true back at your place, you fuckin’ animal,” Cal laughs, shaking his head. You turn to him and whisper a quick sorry and thanks. He stamps out his cigarette, waves and heads into the house, leaving you alone again. 

You climb off Luke and move to sit against the other end of the couch, your legs stretching out across the cushions towards him; you scoop your phone off the end table and start looking for an Uber. His features fall into a pronounced frown and his hands immediately resume rubbing up your legs. His hands inch higher and you preemptively give the very quiet warning, “Luke.” 

He rests his head on your knee, giving it a peck, bright blue eyes looking up at you innocently. "We can go home if you want, honey," he offers, nipping at your skin. “You’ll taste just as good there as you would here.”

A deep exhale escapes you, your legs parting, inviting him to crawl between them. He gladly accepts and leans over you, grinning. “You’re insatiable when you’re high, you know that?” You run your hand over his beard, dragging your nails down his neck, pulling a deep groan from him just like you hoped you would.

“Think you mispronounced ‘irresistible,’” he boasts, groaning again as you pull him closer and his hips press against yours.

“I said what I said,” you flirt, moving in for a needy kiss. It’s hot and intense from the start and only becomes more heated as you grind against him, quietly moaning when you discover he’s still hard for you. You break the kiss, pushing his hair back as you gasp, “So if we’re not going home, what do you want to do, then?”

Luke stares down at you panting, chest heaving, underneath him and bites his lip; whether it’s from arousal or concentration, you’re not sure, you just know you wish you were the one with it between your teeth. An idea must have sparked in his mind because suddenly his eyes somehow have both lit up and darkened with lust. He separates himself from you, moving down your body to rest at your legs again. 

He presses a soft kiss to each knee, just as before, but this time his lips continue their journey down your legs, kisses becoming wetter and sloppier as he gets closer to the hem of your shorts. You watch curiously as his mouth meets fabric and he doesn’t stop, instead following the seam until he’s at the center. Your breath catches and you tuck your fingers into his hair as he nips at the thick seam, the warmth of his breath palpable even through the linen. He looks up to make sure you’re watching and satisfied with your attention, he darts his tongue out to lick at you over the fabric. 

You jump at the teasing sensation and he grips your thighs, rings sinking into your skin. “Easy, easy,” he soothes, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss over your clothed pussy. “Soaking through these shorts, baby… swear I can taste you.” He presses his entire face between your legs, letting out a loud groan. 

“Luke,” you moan, slapping a hand over your mouth, unsure how loud it was. He sits up and pulls your legs along with him, pulling you to rest on one of his thighs, creating a delicious friction. You roll your hips a couple times before you have to admit again, “Need you, Lu.”

It was a simple confession but evidently a powerful one, sending Luke immediately into action. He slides a hand between you, lightly teasing over your wet shorts as he pulls your head forward to press slow but promising kisses to each of your lips separately. “I need to bury my face in your cunt right now. Let’s go.” 

You choke back another moan as he pulls you up - Luke’s language only gets that rough when he’s in a mood and you can tell it’s going to be to your benefit. Once you’re back inside the house, you lead the way through the crowd, expertly weaving through the dancing bodies and dodging the gaze of multiple Instagram stories. 

Luke follows close behind you, holding onto your waist so you don’t get separated. You can feel his stiff cock pressing into your backside and he leans into your ear, whispering, “No one here knows how fuckin’ hard you made me out there… how good I’m about to make my girl feel.” 

You shiver at his words, hurrying up the stairs, saying a silent prayer of thanks when you see the hallway is empty. You turn and yank him down to your lips, letting your tongue tell him how excited you are to be truly alone. 

He reciprocates, tugging at your bottom lip as he pulls back. “Up,” he commands, lips curling into a smile when you put your hands on his shoulders and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He groans when your bodies collide and you immediately need to hear it again, rolling your hips over his hardness in search of more. 

“Lu… want it so fuckin’ bad.” 

Intoxicated with need - and the second half of that cookie -  he whimpers into the passionate kiss he plants on you as he rushes you down the hall and through the door to the guest room at the far end. He smoothly hits the light switch on the way in, before dropping you onto the mattress. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking you up and down, licking his lips as if he’s about to devour you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he breathes, pulling you back up to his lips, his hands making quick work of undoing your shorts.

You scramble to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and tug it off, exposing his broad shoulders that you’ve been waiting all night to sink your teeth into. He pulls your bottoms off while you pepper his chest and shoulders with kisses and nibbles; he quickly discards your shirt and bra before gently pushing you onto your back, hands eagerly exploring your bare skin. You arch your body into his touch, your breathy sighs enticing enough that he has to move one of his hands from your breasts to his cock, palming himself through his slacks.

Wanting to appreciate him the way he’s appreciating you, you whine at him, “Lu,” but you’re having trouble articulating what you want so you push yourself up and pull him closer, kissing on his tummy while you undo his pants. You suck a mark into his hip, nibble at his belly button and mouth over the bulge in his boxers. 

Luke gathers your hair in his hand, pressing his hips against your mouth. You moan loudly, grabbing his ass, encouraging him to do it again. He groans your name, teasing, “Oh… is that what you want, baby? My girl want me to fuck her pretty little mouth?” He pulls you back by your hair and gently pushes two fingers in your mouth, grinning at the way your lips instantly suck at them. “That ready for it, huh?" He removes them with a wet pop.

“Please, Lu… fuck… do something," you whine, not caring how desperate you sound.

He scoops his arm behind you, settling you to lay on your back in the center of the bed. He hovers over you, pressing his lips to yours before working down your body. He groans against your skin, relieved at finally getting his mouth on your tits like he’s been craving, leaving a hickey on each one before continuing down. You wish you had more to offer in this moment than your moans but you don’t have the strength to do much else, everything you’re feeling - the scratch from his beard, the way the air cools your skin after the blaze of his hot open mouth kisses, the softness of his fingers contrasting against the harsh metal of the rings decorating them - is just so overwhelming. 

He finally settles on his stomach between your legs, pulling one leg over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh. “You are soaked, honey,” he groans, rubbing a finger on your clit. He continues longer than he intended to but he can’t get enough of how your jaw continues to drop in relieved silence as he works you. When he finally leans in and slicks his tongue through your wetness, he moans loudly, moving up and down along your folds a few times, almost as if he’s lost himself in the tactile experience of feeling all your textures and details. He groans again, breath hot on your thigh. “God, that’s the taste I’ve been needing… nothing in this world tastes better than when my girl needs me.”

Before you can respond, his lips have wrapped around your clit, sucking with torturously light precision. “Luuuuuuuuuke,” you breathe, in disbelief at how desperate you already feel. “More, baby… need more.”

The vibrations from the moan he responds with ripple across your pussy. “Oh my sweet girl, I’m gonna give you so much more, don’t you worry,” he promises breathlessly. He dives back in, fluttering his tongue on your clit, batting it back and forth, loving the feeling of you squirming underneath his hold. You moan his name dreamily and your stomach flips when you see his hips press against the mattress in response, searching to find some friction of his own.

His tongue dips down to tease at your entrance, his hands rubbing over your thighs again before one snakes around to toy with your clit some more. He noisily laps up your arousal, murmuring against you something indecipherable but that you’d guess has to do with how good you taste. You’re so caught up in the feeling between your legs, you almost forget that one of your favorite parts of having Luke go down on you is getting your hands in his curls while he works. You comb through his hair and whimper at how soft and silky it feels between your fingers, you scratch at his scalp and it draws a muffled whine from him and your hips buck up against his mouth in response.

“Mmm, getting impatient, are we?” He taunts, moving to nip at the inside of your thighs. You whine at his attention diverting from your pussy, not exactly disproving his point. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna cum for me, baby… just not until I’m ready for you to.”

You sigh, frustrated but aroused by his teasing attitude. Luke’s always so generous in the bedroom, you rarely experience him denying you - you can’t say that you mind it.

He pulls back, staring at your body for a beat before raspily praising, “Such a gorgeous cunt, baby.” He presses small pecks along your slick lips before giving a single flick of his tongue to your clit. “You want me here, baby?” He licks down and pulls away just before his tongue meets your entrance. “What about here?” He asks, finger stopping short of pushing inside.

“Yes, Luke… please,” you gasp, aching for any part of him to be inside you at this point.

He ignores your plea and continues moving down, hands gripping your ass cheeks, fingers intriguingly close to grazing your tightest hole. “Ever thought about me here, baby?” He notices your breath deepen and his fingers move closer. “I think about it all the fuckin’ time… My fingers… my tongue… my cock… doesn’t fuckin’ matter, baby… I just want as much of you as you’ll let me have.”

You feel your wetness dripping down your skin and onto the bed; you don’t know if you’ve ever been this wet, ever been this fucked out without even being fucked yet. “I… I’ve thought about that too… god… I want it, babe,” you pant, rocking your hips towards him. “Want you anywhere… everywhere… all the time, any time… just fuckin’ want you… always.”

Luke rushes up your body to kiss you, needy at your neediness. He gets lost in the distraction of your kisses and you take the opportunity to push him onto his back so you can show him some appreciation of your own. He groans as you climb on top of him, instinctively lifting his head up so you can start working your way down from his favorite spot just above his Adam’s apple. 

“Good boy,” you smirk, sucking and nipping at his neck.

“Oh my god,” he laughs knowingly, the sound of his voice vibrating under your tongue. “Don’t start.” 

You tug his necklace with your teeth before pulling back to smirk at him. Part of you wishes you had the patience to tease him like he teased you but you know that’d probably end up driving you crazier than him right now. You bite gently at his collarbone before kissing gently down the middle of his chest, hair tickling your face while your palms stroke down his body, working on either side of your head. 

Moving down his torso, your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and he eagerly helps you rid him of them. His cock slaps against his skin, red and angry from being hard for so long without any relief. You’d feel bad for him if you didn’t know he enjoys the build-up so much.

“Look at that,” you murmur, rubbing your hand flat against his shaft where it lays on his stomach. He bites his lip, hissing at the gentle pressure you’re applying. “So hard, Lu… been treating me so well, giving me so much… and this has just been waiting for my attention, hasn’t it?”

His eyes are glassy as he watches you squeeze his cock before pulling it away from his body, your fingers swiping at the thick string of precum that stays connected. “That’s all for you,” he sighs, breath deepening as you start to stroke him. “Only you could ever get me this hard.”

“All mine, huh?” You lilt, giving him a few more firm tugs before taking him between your lips. You suck lightly at the head, tongue swirling, cleaning all that he’s leaked out for you. You work him down more, going slower than you need to just because you feel like it, one hand grazing your fingertips over what’s not yet in your mouth, the other gently pulling at his balls the way he likes. 

You play with him just long enough to satisfy the urge you had to do so, knowing there’s a different type of fun to be had here. The bright pop of you pulling off is quickly followed by a heavy plop as you let his cock fall back against him. You push yourself up, waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you ask, “What was it you were saying about fucking my pretty mouth?”

There’s barely a chance for you to see the smirk that spreads across Luke’s face before he’s on his feet and pulling you to the floor. He watches you wrap your lips around him again, bobbing up and down briefly before moving down to tongue at his balls. He tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you back while he uses his free hand to stroke himself. “You ready to open up for me, baby?” 

You answer his question by sticking your tongue out as far as you can. Luke praises you softly as he slaps his cock across it a few times before guiding it between your lips. He gently rocks forward, back and forth, testing to see if you’re ready and when you murmur approvingly, he picks up the pace. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he growls, holding your head steady as he thrusts into your mouth. At first, he’s silent, clearly focused on keeping himself in control; you peer up and see his head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You dig your nails into the backs of his thighs, knowing the pain will add to the sensations he’s feeling, hoping to get an uncontrolled reaction. 

He more than delivers, moaning loudly and beginning to ramble a list of things he’d like to do to you while his hips speed up. You don’t hear the entirety of his monologue, you’re focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw as his cock pushes across your tongue, but when you tune in, you immediately feel your skin heat up at his words.

“...How you moan for me when you’re getting it from behind, begging for me to go deeper… I wanna be as deep as I can, baby, want you to feel me everywhere.” His head tilts forward and he looks down at you. “Do you want that, honey? Want me everywhere?” 

Before you can answer, he’s speeding up again, inspired by the thoughts he’s having. “Still thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours too… how good it must feel…  so tight and hot… can’t imagine how incredible you’d sound whining for me to go faster… I’d take it slow, though, baby. Treat you right.” He goes quiet again and for a moment, only the dull bass of the party music and the wet smacks and gags of his cock using your mouth fill the room. 

Luke is closer to the edge than he’d like to be and his fingers tighten in your hair as he pulls you off, groaning, “So good to me, honey… so good.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe at the spit dripping down your face. “Make me feel so good, Lu… want you to feel as good as you make me feel,” you pant. 

“Aww, baby… made you feel that good and I haven’t even made you cum yet? Let’s fix that,” he declares. Both of his hands clasp onto your arms to help you up and next thing you know he’s tossing you onto the bed on your stomach. You squeal as his hand swats against your ass before pulling your hips up to him. He kneels behind you on the bed and you feel him tap his cock on your ass a couple times before briefly rutting between your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lu,” you whine, looking back at him. “Teasin’ me so bad tonight… need your cock, babe.”

He grins at your earnest plea, stopping briefly to slide his tip through your folds before finally pushing into your wet heat. You both moan in satisfaction at the feeling of him finally filling you. He grabs your hips, pulling you back against him as he pumps into you, the slapping of skin and your mixed moans the new competition against the party sounds happening downstairs. 

Between Luke’s harsh thrusts and the way you’re bouncing yourself back on his cock, it’s no surprise your arms quickly give out and you fall forward onto the bed. He takes the opportunity to flip you over, soft touch soothing over your heated skin. You squeeze his hands, raising your hips to prompt him to slip back inside you. 

He slides in, quickly resuming the pace he’d set. “Fuck, babe… feel so good around me.” He grabs one of your legs, pushing it up against your chest. You cry out in appreciation at the change in depth and his head drops and he bites his lip in response. “Think I wanna cover you in cum,” he murmurs breathily. 

You reach up and clap your hand over his mouth. “Your dirty talk is spot on tonight, baby, but I’m gonna need you to fuckin’ do some of this shit instead of just saying it.” 

You feel him grin against your palm and he accepts your dare, driving his cock into you with precision while his hand drops down to rub your clit. Your hands claw at his chest, arms and back, scratching at his skin, feeling yourself come undone. It’s like all the build up from tonight hits you at once and you whimper helplessly, “Fuck, baby… ‘m gonna cum.” 

“I know, honey… want you to.” 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck… Luke… please.” 

A strained scream rattles your throat as you tighten around him, cumming harder than you thought possible. It seems to go on forever, the waves crashing over you rapidly and intensely and you don’t know what else to do besides moan his name.

“Jesus, baby, could you squeeze any tighter?” He groans in awe, leaning in for a rough kiss and  a soft bite to your lip. As you come down, he pecks over your face and babbles about how good you gripped his cock, how he’s never felt you get that wet before but you can’t quite make it out over your panting and how fucking good you feel. 

“Now you,” you prompt him, voice sated but still filled with longing.

He exhales loudly, moving to straddle your stomach. His hand dips between your legs again, collecting some of your wetness and he uses it to slick his cock, quickly getting back to a rhythm that feels good for him. “Look at you,” he growls, hand speeding up. “My pretty girl… all mine…”

“Gonna be even prettier decorated with your cum,” you groan, sitting yourself up to get a better view, scratching your nails up his thighs. He looks so gorgeous stroking himself for you, he’s been so good to you tonight, you want nothing more than to participate in his orgasm. “Can I help, Lu?” 

He blows the curls off his forehead and grabs your hand from his thigh and moves it to his neck, your fingers draped over the sides. “Squeeze for me?” 

Luke has never asked you for something like this but you trust him and his judgment implicitly so you gingerly add pressure. “Like this?” You confirm, watching his face carefully.

A guttural groan you don’t recognize comes from deep within his chest and he breathes a needy yes as he fucks into his fist with desperation. 

It’s not only possibly the hottest situation you’ve ever found yourself in but you don’t think you’ve ever felt closer to your boyfriend. Your sex always feels intimate but this feels different. Feeling overwhelmed again, you rush a kiss to his lips and coax, “C’mon, baby, need you to cum for me.” 

Luke whines, “Tighter, babe, please,” and you oblige his request. “Just like that,” he puffs out just as his cock begins spurting. He varies his strokes as ropes of hot cum spray across your chest and neck, moaning loud and long as the orgasm washes over his senses. As his hand slows down, your grip on his neck loosens and you murmur encouragingly, letting him know you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He takes a deep, exhausted breath, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your palm. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles. 

He flops onto the bed beside you, running his hands through his hair. He turns to see you drag a finger through the cum on your breasts, licking it off appreciatively, unaware he’s even paying attention. He chuckles at you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to help you out. 

“Fucking at Mike’s house? New memory: unlocked,” you joke, grinning at him as he gently cleans you up.

He snorts, adding, “Sleeping over and waking up early to wash these sheets tomorrow: future memory unlocked.”

You cackle, making grabby hands at him while he gets up to discard the tissues. He climbs back in bed and into your open arms, kissing you slowly before moving down to lay his head on your chest. The two of you lay in drained, contented silence for a while, Luke’s fingers dancing across your bare skin, yours brushing softly through his curls.

“So…” You start, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you continue your thought. “Choking, huh?”

He lifts his head to look at you, playful twinkle in his eye. “Ass play, huh?”

Laughing, you move in for a kiss. “We did agree to try new things.”

Luke warmly chuckles against your lips. “That we did.”

[kyouka-supremacy]

Does anyone know where I can find the good quality version of this image? It's so frustrating because when cross searching on google it'll tell me the original quality is 850x478, but I can't find a way to download it in that quality. This is another version of the image (I'm guessing it's Mayoi promo art):

But I liked the clean white background one...

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

[awrkive]

[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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But, think about this, Catnap and Dogday both being clingy towards Smiling Critter! Reader 👀✨ perhaps they're both acting this way due to the Reader spending less time with them, part of it due to the Playcare getting busier and busier with new orphans coming in. The other Critters also felt a left out but not as much as Catnap and Dogday. The reader indulged them in their clinginess but oh my Prototype, the reader suddenly has to get transferred to the game station??

For what reason is up to you along with the rest of the idea, I wanna see what you can cooked up 👀✨

Good luckkk 👀✨👍

Alternative For Two

Note || I love a challenge! I hope this lived up to your expectations 🤞

WC || 1,279

Sypnosis || two clingy little boys desperately trying to get your attention once more, but what happens once they learn of your sudden transfer?

More often than not, you were quite distant. Indifferent to hanging around the other Smiling Critters, on a daily basis there always seemed to be more and more orphans coming in and out of Playcare. So you were busy tending to them as much as possible. 

Then there was DogDay and CatNap, they were also playcare attendants but they had a particular clinginess to hanging around you–you always indulged in affections for them. They were absolutely fluffy, and you didn’t mind putting aside some time for them.

Yet as of late, you were busier and busier with each passing moment. Well, not always could your time be occupied, by mandatory state regulation you had to have breaks from time to time. 

CatNap and DogDay were a little worried, being a little more clingy as time passed. You had wondered before why they were behaving this way, you just had been busy is all. There are many orphans to take care of and tend to.

“This is interestin’.” You murmur, seeing official paper of transfer right in front of your very eyes. You truly didn’t expect to see something like this today, but your only biggest problem is how you would tell your friends you are being transferred. No less the reason being it is for it. 

Especially with having two particularly clingy friends of yours at the hip, always vying for your attention for some odd reason.

Perhaps, you thought, that you could distance yourself for a while. Long enough for every single one of your friends to start getting detached from you, you weren’t going to be able to see them as often as you would anymore.

Even more-so, management had only just now decided to transfer you to game station of all places? 

“Crazy, if you ask me.” Another voice broke you out of your thoughts, “I thought Mommy handled the station?” KickinChicken, one of your many friends. He was more keen on keeping secrets more than anything, inquiring about the girgaum of information management that had been passing lately. 

You nodded, setting the paper at your side. “You're right, I suppose they needed more hands? There have been more and more orphans coming into both the game station and Playcare as of late.” You cross your arms, tapping your foot as you think about it more clearly. 

KickinChicken shrugs, not even a hint of amusement shining through his expression. “I dunno, but I really wished you could stay here with us.” 

You too, wished for the same condition. “Oh but, I feel bad for DogDay and CatNap too.” You mutter, your voice clearly not being masked as your strained emotions shined through. KickinChicken laid a hand on your shoulder, rarely had he been the one to reassure someone, but this was right now.

“When’s all said and done, they’re your friends.” Your yellow-feathered companion nodded without a shadow of doubt betraying his unwavering confidence, “I’m sure they’ll understand.” 

KickinChicken was right, they’re your friends you had reminded yourself–with an affirmed nod. “I guess you’d be right, I shouldn’t be that doubtful of them.” You spoke slowly, letting out a fluctuating groan once more. 

“Well,” He began after the time had passed, very awkwardly. “You’ve still got time and things to do here, right? Cherish it, y’know.” KickinChicken removed his feathered hand from your shoulder, taking a step back from you. 

“Anyway, I gotta go take care of some kids.” He waved, a silence filled the air before he finally decided to elaborate, “A group got assigned to me.” To which in turn you nodded, he prompted a step of hesitance–then left you alone with your thoughts. 

You sighed once KickinChicken left, your shoulders slumping as you were practically left in a defeated state.

Ah, why did the gift of existing have to be so complicated?

All the children in the room with you were right as rain, everything was going smoothly. You just didn’t expect such a sudden surprise from behind when a mysterious figure hugged you from behind, you yelped and turned around to see who it was. 

“CatNap!” You utter without missing a semblance of a beat, looking up to see his beady white eyes interlocking with yours. 

“Very… distant.” CatNap mumbled, audible enough for you to hear, no one else is close enough to hear your conversation. You raised a brow at what he had meant, blinking at him in confusion for a few moments to discern the meaning behind his words. He relaxed his hold on you, then sat down.

Finally, the cogs in your head had adjusted correctly, “OH! I’m just… pretty busy.” You nodded, “You know how it is with all the new orphans we’ve been taking in lately.” CatNap’s head lolled about as if he was heeding your words, considering them. 

“No kidding!” Another interjected, your head turned to figure the source of the new voice, it was DogDay! How surprising it is they are both with you now and again. “But I’m glad we can help them, they aren’t alone as we aren’t either Angel.”

DogDay nodded, proud of his statement. CatNap stepped sideways a little bit to make room for the sunny dog who was now sitting down next to CatNap. 

“I suppose this is an intervention or something?” You inquired, your brow raised with a quirk as you set down the box of toys that you had held steady in your hands. DogDay raised his hands, slightly flailing about as if a blush of embarrassment bloomed across his brightly orange-yellow face. “Not at all! We just like spending time with you.” DogDay replied, CatNap nodding along at the dog’s words as he spoke.

Your tense expression eased up, still not letting up on the fact you felt a ball of anxiety forming in your gut, about ready to cause you to burst into tears. About any emotion really. A sort of darkness overshadows your own heart in this very moment, allowing you to stay still and remain calm. Whatever your feeling right now was most likely untrue or unnecessary.

“Well alright, mind helping me with these then?” You heaved a heavy breath as you picked up the box of toys, gesturing to the other ones you had at your feet. 

DogDay and CatNap looked to where you had pointed, then nodded, already making movements to take one each and follow you behind. “So, I was wondering… maybe you want to hang out with the rest of us later?” DogDay wanted to ask what was up with you, but he didn’t want to probe you for answers, thinking it to be rude. Merely only asking a silly question.

“After this? Sure!” You grin, beaming with excitement at the prospect.

They really wished you would have stuck to your promise, you weren’t one to make and break promises just like that. DogDay was happy to hang with you again after some time now, as was CatNap (in spite of being a very tired cat). 

“We just now know of this?” DogDay’s voice trembled, holding the official paper that would notify you of transfer.

It had seemed you were whisked away to be transferred earlier to the game station then expected. Only KickinChicken knew of this, which was the only way to tell CatNap and DogDay about your predicament.

KickinChicken frowned, shrugging as his foot kicked away a stray plastic pebble. CatNap was remaining quiet, even more eerily than usual–that wasn’t normal. “M’ sorry, I assumed [First Name] would’ve told you beforehand?”

CatNap shook his head, DogDay’s fabricated lips pursed, his expression contorting to that of a defeated state.

You were really gone.

[callsign-dexter]

My Brother's Wingman 18+

Request: Ok... I debated with myself, but... I'm gonna be a selfish bitch now and some idea in as a Bday present for me (even if its still coming on friday) and I hope you dont mind <3 

So I'd have MAJOR Rooster feels, you cant imagine! Thats why I thought about something with him, where she's Jake's sister and they have some kind of secret affair, as Bradley is slightly scared of what would happen if Jake finds out. Soo they sneak around for some time until one day you're both at Mavs hangar working on a plane (while he's gone with Penny and let's you over) and you get really turned on by Bradley being sweaty and covered in dirt, soo you somehow end up sleeping there together but later Jake comes there as he was looking for Bradley and catches you both, so you have to explain everything and Bradley fears the worst. Luckily Jakes cant do much against true love and finds his peace with it ? 

Omg does that makes sense? I'm also so so sorry it's gotten so long :O

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Navy SEAL!Reader, Jake Seresin x Navy SEAL!Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

A/N: Happy belated birthday to the anon that sent this in and I'm sorry that it is late. I hope you enjoy! Also @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms prepare yourselves it gets steamy!

Jake Seresin had a twin sister, you, that was almost a female version of him but could bring him down back to earth when he got too high and mighty. You both knew how to push each other’s buttons and you both did it out of love even if it seemed like you both were harsh to each other. You were a Navy SEAL and loved it, you really thought about becoming a pilot like your brother but you loved being on the ground more and plus you got to deal with guns and more combat.

You had been stationed at Naval Amphibious Base, in Coronado which was only 28 minutes away from where your brother was stationed now. Occasionally you would go down and visit him and go to a bar called The Hard Deck and have a few drinks with him and his new squad and you liked them all but one in particular caught your eye. When you saw him, he always had a Hawaiian shirt on with a white shirt underneath and form fitting jeans that hugged him everywhere and in all the right places, he also had this mustache that you could only imagine all the pleasure that it could bring you. It seemed like you had caught his eye too because he had been looking at you nonstop and you would only know this because you had been looking at him nonstop as well and throwing your signature Seresin smirk his way.

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You had just arrived at The Hard Deck after your brother practically begged you to come and you finally broke down and said yes. You had just gotten back from a deployment and were more than eager to blow off some steam. You walked into the bar and looked around to find it filled with civilians, aviators, and tag chasers. You hadn’t come in your uniform because you didn’t want to be in it any longer even though you absolutely loved being in it but not at this moment. You immediately saw the blond haired, cocky, and full of himself aviator that was your brother. You walked over to him and pulled the pool stick from his grasp and took the shot yourself and sunk the ball and you smirked as you came up. “Hello, sister.” He said and you turned around to him.

“Why hello there, little brother.” You said he rolled his eyes.

“By one minute.” He said but pulled you in a hug and then you pulled away and looked at everyone who was silent and stunned.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce your sister to us, Hangman?” A guy a Hawaiian shirt and a mustache said and when you said that he looked good, he really looked good enough that you wanted to pull him inside the bathroom and do him right then and there. He had yet taken his eyes off you and you and you didn’t mind at all.

“Rooster this is my twin sister-“ Jake began

“Older sister.” You said smirking and looking at him for a second and then your eyes were back on Bradley and again he rolled his eyes.

“By one minute. As I was saying this is my twin sister, Y/N ‘Bullseye’ Seresin. She’s a Navy SEAL and off limits to anyone.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Well Y/N it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Bradley Bradshaw.” Bradley said and sent a smirk of his own. Everyone went around and introduced him themselves with their names and their callsigns. You also learned that he was your brother’s wingman.

“Bullseye. How did you get that name?” Bob asked and you smiled at him.

“It’s because I never miss my target that I’m aiming at.” You said and Bradley could’ve sworn he was falling more in love and that his jeans were becoming a little tight. “I’m gonna get something to drink. Anybody want anything?” You asked and they nodded and told you what they wanted as you were walking up to the bar Bradley stopped you by the wrist.

“I’ll help you.” He said and when you looked over to your brother, he had this look on his face but you just smirked and dismissed it and headed to the bar with Bradley. You arrived there and Bradley flagged down what looked like to be the owner. She walked over and smiled.

“I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Penny.” She said and smiled a sweet smile that reminded you of a mother.

“I’m Y/N Seresin I’m visiting my brother.” You said and smiled and she nodded letting you know that she knew him.

“Ahhh so you’re her. He’s told us a lot about you.” She said

“All good things. I hope.” You said and she nodded.

“What can I get you two?” She asked

“Another round for the group and whatever she is having.” He pointed to you.

“I’ll take what my idiotic brother is having and put it on his tab.” You said and she nodded and chuckled and got to work.

“So how long have you been a SEAL?” He asked you and you turned to look at him.

“For as long as Jake has been an aviator. We went into the academy together and then we split paths but still stayed in touch with each other.” You said and he nodded

“Have you always wanted to be in the Navy SEAL?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea I have. Mostly to get under my parent’s skin but it really spoke to me.” You said and he nodded and about that time Penny came back with the drinks and then you walked back over to the group and they took their drinks. The rest of the night was filled with drinking and getting to know each other and getting the chance to knock Jake down a peg and embarrass the shit out of him which you did with a smirk. After the embarrass the shit of your brother came to an end and everyone went to their other activities you slipped outside to grab some fresh air and look out over the ocean. You weren’t out there long when you felt someone slide up next to you. You turned and looked at the person and saw that it was Bradley and you smiled.

“Needed a break?” He asked and you nodded

“Yea, it was getting a little hot in there.” You told him you both looked at each other for a minute and then you both were leaning in until your lips touched and the sparks flew. You pulled away when air was needed.

“I really like you.” He said and you smirked.

“I really like you too.” You said and then you both leaned back in and the rest was history.

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You and Bradley had been dating for 3 years and somehow managed to keep it a secret from your brother, and that was amazing because you were either there in San Diego on the weekends and would visit your brother or Bradley was at your place in Coronado. It had been your weekend to stay over at Bradley’s, he told you that he was going to be staying at Maverick’s, you had met him during your time visiting your brother and now boyfriend and you both really hit it off, hangar so he could work on a plane that he and Bradley had started to restore. You and Bradley have agreed to meet at his home and then he would drive to the hanger in his Bronco and grab some food on the way there. You both had just arrived at the hangar and after some making out you both got out and headed into the building it was late when you got there so you both figured you would eat and then he would work on the plane while you watched.

The next morning you both slept in but not for long because of your guys’ internal alarm clock and you both were up and heading out of the trailer. Bradley made you breakfast and as you both at cuddled up to each other you both enjoyed the comfort of each other. “Have you thought about telling my brother?” You asked him as you both had finished eating and you put your plates on the table in front of you.

“I’ve thought about it but scared about his reaction.” He said and you nodded “You?” He asked.

“I thought about it but I like keeping it a secret. He knows I’m seeing someone but he doesn’t know who and it’s driving him insane and I love it.” You said looking up at him and chuckled.

“I have to admit it is fun. He also knows I’m seeing someone but doesn’t know who.” He said and you chuckled. You both talked for a little bit and then you sat back and watched him work the plane and looked at the pictures and other things around the hangar. Every now and then you would look over and watch the muscles in Bradley’s back flex and it was slowly turning you on. He would occasionally turn around and look at you and you could see the dirt and grease smeared across his forehead and the sweat that was covering his forehead. You bit your lip as he turned back around and continued to work. You pressed your thighs together just thinking about him taking you right then and there all sweaty. It wasn’t long until you couldn’t take it anymore and slowly made your way to him and slid your hands up his back feeling his muscles work and then around his waist. He stopped what he was doing and turned his head where you captured his lips into a fiery passionate kiss, he brought his arms down and turned around dropping the tool he had in his hand neither of you caring. He brought his hands to your waist and slowly backed you up until you hit the shelf.

You looped your finger through his belt loops and tugged him closer enough to feel his erection through his form fitting jeans. He licked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth and his tongue slid into your mouth and your tongues battled for dominance until his won. You only pulled away when air was needed. Bradley’s pupils were blown with lust to the point where his irises weren’t visible. “You’re so sexy.” You said and that seemed to do something within him because he was attacking your neck in and you allowed him access he sucked and bit to the point you knew there was going to be hickeys. He trailed his hands down to the back of your thighs and patted them lightly signaling you to jump and you did so. This wasn’t the first time you both had sex together and each time you did so it felt like the first time and it was always so fiery and passionate but rough at the same time and you loved it and so did he.

Bradley walked towards the trailer and blindly opened it and then walked to the bed and then gently threw you onto you which made you squeal but then he climbed up and attacked your neck again which made you moan. “Bradley.” You moaned out and he slightly rubbed his clothed erection on your clothed core and you moaned again. He let up and smirked and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I love it when you moan my name.” He said and then he was quick to shed his clothing and then he helped you get rid of yours until both were naked in front of reach other “Absolutely beautiful.” He said and your thighs clenched together around nothing. He brought his hand up to your soaked core and ran a finger up and down your folds “So wet for me.” He said and you nodded and moaned.

“You’re the only one.” You said and moaned when he slipped a finger in and rubbed your clit at the same time. Once he felt like you were ready, he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of contact. You didn’t have to wait long until you felt him slide his erect cock up and down and then you both moaned as he slid into you. Your hands went his shoulders and dug your blunt nails into his shoulder blades as he set a slow and steady space. He put all of his weight on his elbows and continued a slow and stead pace. “Faster.” You moaned out and he did as you asked and picked up his pace.

“So tight. Always so tight when I fuck into you.” He said and moaned out he hit all right places and knew exactly where to hit to find your g-spot and when he did you felt the rubber band in your stomach tighten.

“Bradley, so close.” You said and he nodded.

“Hang on baby.” He said as he picked up his pace he started to sweat more and you had started to sweat as well. His thrusting was starting to get sloppy. “I’m close, baby. Cum with me.” He said and then he changed his angle to thrust deeper in you and that what made you come undone and you came hard as he came painting your walls white. He stayed put catching his breath while you caught yours. He slowly slid out of you and then laid beside you.

“That was perfect. Just like all the other times.” You said and turned your head to him and kissed him.

“You’re perfect.” He spoke. Both of you laid there for a few minutes and cuddled until your stomach growled and you both laughed. “I’ll go and get some dinner started.” He said and you nodded and laid there basking in the after sex high. Once you felt like you could walk you got up and put on your jeans and his shirt. You joined him and watched him cook and when he was done, he handed you your plate and then he sat down beside you on the couch that Maverick put in not that long ago and you both ate dinner and then headed to bed. Bradley closed the hangar up making sure everything was secure and pulled The Bronco inside. The both of you headed inside of the trailer and headed to bed.

The next morning you woke up after Bradley and your hand went to his side but you felt it was empty but still warm this confused you but you didn’t have a long time to be confused because you heard what sounded like your brother’s voice.

“Hey, Rooster! Maverick told me you were going to be here.” The voice said

“What’s up?” Bradley asked

“I needed the plans for the new Top Gun class that’s coming in on Monday.” He said

“Yea, they’re in The Bronco. I was gonna work on them this weekend but got distracted.” He said and they both headed to the car and that is when you decided to make your presence known. You got up and luckily was still dressed and walked out of the trailer.

“Jake?” You asked and he turned around not expecting someone else to be there as you walked closer to him.

“Y/N/N?” He asked and then Bradley turned around wide eyed. “What are you doing here?” He asked and you didn’t speak but then he turned to Bradley and he had a look of a deer caught in headlights. Jake went back and forth from you to him and then he took in your clothing. “Is that Bradshaw’s shirt?” He asked and again he got no answer.

“Jake.” You began “We can explain.” You said and he nodded and then you looked at Bradley and walked over to him and stood next to him and Jake turned to look at you both. “We’ve been together for 3 years. We both had fallen in love with each other 3 years ago when I met you down at The Hard Deck.” You said expecting him to be mad and lash out as you leaned into Bradley and he put an arm around you but he didn’t.

“I’m not mad.” He said and you made a face of shock and so did Bradley.

“You’re not?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No. I’m surprised you kept it a secret this long but I can’t be mad at true love.” He said and both you and Bradley sighed in relief “Besides I had my suspicions especially since Rooster kept disappearing every other weekend up close to your base and when you came down here to supposedly see me.” He said with a smirk “I’m happy for the both of you and I’m happy it was Rooster that you had fallen in love with.” He said.

“That means so much to us.” Bradley said and you nodded.

“Now those plans.” Jake said and Bradley nodded and grabbed them and the three of you headed over to the table and couch and you sat quietly thinking as they worked. You smiled watching the two people you love work together and get along, any other boyfriend would’ve only lasted a week around Jake but he was just being protective of his twin sister. You were just happy to finally have someone that loved you just as equally and maybe a little bit more than your brother. You knew everything was going to be fine and nothing in the world could split you apart from the two men you loved and held so close to your heart.

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[fanfic-obsessed]

Not the Mama...or the Father

This takes place in a universe where Jango Fett survived Geonosis AND where Palpatine is defeated without Order 66 coming into being (the chips still existed, yes that is important).  

After the war ends there is an absolute legal quagmire regarding the clones. Their origins (Possibly commissioned by the Jedi, a Republic Entity, outside of Republic Space, on Kamino, using the DNA of a Non Republic Citizen for a Republic Army, paid for by means that no one has been able to identify-presumably illegal and/or embezzled) mean that acknowledging their sentience also means that everyone involved broke so many laws that prosecution would take a decades. This compounded by the fact that it is an all or nothing kind of situation, on paper the Jedi who did their best were tied to those crimes just as thoroughly as senators who abused the Guard.  While the Jedi, as a whole, would be willing to face that prosecution if it meant the clones would be considered sentient, they had rather less power than the Senators who did not want to face their crimes.  In the end the only way to get the support for the Clone Rights bill was to add a clause that the bill would not be considered retroactive. The clones would be considered sentient after the bill was turned into law but could not seek any kind of reparations, back pay, or even acknowledgement that their rights had been violated prior to the law. 

NOTE: It horrified everyone (though it should be acknowledged that the Jedi and the Clones were horrified for very different reasons than many of the Senate) when the Coruscant Guard successfully sued a number of Republic Senators, their aides, and several citizens for ‘sexual abuse of a non sentient’(It was a very odd lawsuit where Thire, who had taken to law with a frightening passion, was able to argue that the Clones could bring the suit as their own owners, since being sentient with a start start date essentially meant that they now owned themselves and the laws around abuse of non sentients are written so that new owners can sue past owners for abuse-written so that animal abuse could be fully prosecuted even years after the fact).  Criminal charges were even filed, though it was harder to get those charges through the system.

Jango Fett, due both to the Clones legal tangle and how it had to be resolved, could not be brought up on charges for his part in the creation of the clones, their training, and the chips. None of it was technically illegal.  The fact that all of the clones looked like him meant anyone who did not know better tended to consider the clones his children. At first Jango was just as quick to correct people, somewhat violently.  

However as more and more clones began to distinguish themselves he started to play into it. Saying how proud he was of his children and that his genetics must have been superior (incidentally giving Boba more than one complex in the process). Most of the clones have no idea what to do with this behavior, since acknowledgement by Prime was something that almost all of them wanted as children. Also he wasn’t really acknowledging any clone in particular.  He was simply soaking up the accolades of being associated with so many driven, accomplished people.

Though the Commander batches tended to be the most well known, every batch of clones had at least one or two members that distinguished themselves in a positive manner. 

Then comes the very public wedding of Commander Bly and Aayla Secura. While the two are very much in love it is also a political/PR move. The scandal of the Amidala/Skywalker marriage left the galaxy with a very skewed view of the Jedi and marriage.  The fact that Skywalker would go on to tell anyone who would listen that he was kicked out for falling in love made the issue worse.  (Commander Cody and Obi Wan were also considered for this PR move, however they were not quite at the point where they wanted to get married, also Anakin’s…reactions to the scandal of his marriage left some scars for Obi Wan. It would be quite some time before being perceived by a large crowd of beings-with the exclusion of the Jedi or the clones- would be something Obi Wan could tolerate) 

Though the Jedi wedding traditions are typically a private affair, with permission of the happy couple every tradition would be made into a public spectacle with explanations for the traditions. One such tradition is that a parental figure (generally the Master if it is a Jedi) for each member of those getting married would escort their children down the aisle, as it were. This was a way for the parental figure to signal their support, or at least acceptance, of the marriage. Within this tradition it was very noticeable when a particular parental figure did not show up…or was not invited. 

The public nature of the ceremony meant that Jango knew when and where to show up. He did not think much that he was not specifically invited, having bought into his own propaganda of being the father of the Clones. He arrives at the staging area, Boba in tow, to loudly announce that he was there to walk Bly down the aisle.  Very publicly. 

All preparation stopped for a moment, a silence descending that almost echoed. Then Bly scoffed loud enough to be captured by the recording equipment (Every moment of each tradition was being recorded by no less than three recording crews at all times, currently there are six recording the lead up to the ceremony). 

Derision dripped from every syllable coming from Bly’s mouth, “Why should I care about your approval of my life partner” (harkening back to the meaning behind the tradition).

Jango spluttered about being Bly’s parent.

Bly tilted his head, eyes distant as if looking into the past, “What was it you said, when you heard Ponds ask Alpha-17 for a name?” 

Jango looked perplexed, clearly not remembering the interaction. 

Wolffe stepped from crowd, “you said, ‘livestock doesn’t need a name’”

 Cody took his place at Bly’s side ‘You are no parent to us, you lost that title when you sold us.’

Bly nodded along, “Cody is walking me down the aisle (In the background Alpha grumbles that it is only because Cody is tricky little shit. All the clones in the room smother a grin as Cody shoots Alpha a smug smile-NOTE: There was a duel/tournament between fifteen Alpha and CC clones that were considered ‘older’ than Bly on who got the honor of escorting him down the aisle, since the explanation of what constituted a parent left them with the firm belief that any clone that is older than you could be considered such) and you, Prime, are not welcome. Go back to the son you claimed.”

The galaxy at large absolutely ate up the ‘You are not my father’ drama, which frankly served to humanize the clones, and their assorted Jedi, better than anything else.

[missezramay]

ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.

I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.

I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.

Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...

For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??

When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.

So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.

The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.

Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.

Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.

Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.

Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.

Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.

But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.

The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.

We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.

I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.

I just cannot. understand. this. choice.

Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.

This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.

Going to miss them. x

[hellfiresmaster]

i would absolutely be in love with something inspired by the song Judas (80s ver) by Gemyni. (not sure if this counts as a request)

I love this request so much (and the song). And I'm sorry it took me forever :( but I hope you like it! i am also clearly unable to write a short request sorry aljsifjdsjfhsg

Exit Stage Left

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader and eddie dont like each other but are actually so in love (help), heavy make out, (vaginal) fingering, squirting, a little degrading and praising from our metalhead, pining sort of

Word Count: 1.4K

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"Please welcome Corroded Coffin!" 

The static-filled mic radiated through the small space. The Hideout seemed to be more packed than usual, well, more than the five regular drunks that used to hang around, that is. Tuesday nights were always your favorite. Always hanging around the bar, twirling a cheap plastic straw in your watered-down drink until your favorite band took the stage. Corroded Coffin and a particular lead guitarist that always managed to catch your eye. 

Eddie Munson. Despite being a total asshole most of the time towards you as far back as you can remember, you always considered him sort of a friend for some reason. Suppose you could even call it that. To be honest, you didn't know what to call it; apart from the secret meetings in the forest a couple of times for some weed and an occasional smoke every summer, it was like you didn't even exist to one other. But despite the bickering and unintentional flirting, Eddie made his way under your skin. It was a rarity to see past his harsh exterior, always having his walls up around everyone else, but Eddie offered you glimpses every now and then. Each stolen glance and smartass remark had you falling more and more for the metalhead over the years.

"If you wanted an autograph, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart?" A voice jolted you from your thoughts when you noticed Eddie leaning against the bar beside you.

"You wish, Munson." His sly grin pierced through your tough facade as he chuckled under his breath.

"Well." He paused and slid closer to you; the scent of weed and post-concert musk intoxicated every last one of your senses as you tried your best to keep steady and focus on the drink in front of you. "Aren't you gonna tell me how badass I looked up there?" 

Eddie's tone was arrogant and obnoxious as usual, it should've annoyed you, but you found yourself turned on by it. Asshole, you thought to yourself. Eddie leaned in closer, barely grazing the side of your body, forcing you to direct your gaze toward him. His hair was slightly matted under his bandana, a clearly worn-out Metallica shirt clinging onto his chest and ripped somewhat in the middle, offering a view of his chest and the ink that adorned it. He knew exactly what he was doing. Damn him. Eddie's hand waving in front of you broke you out of your haze. 

"Still got that guitar, huh?" You were desperate to change the conversation to keep Eddie from seeing the effect he was having on you. But Eddie brushed it off.

"I overheard you talking with the bartender. I can give you a ride, you know?" You glimpsed towards the bartender, who gave you a shrug and smirk as he looked at Eddie. "I just gotta get my keys, and we can head out the back." He walked towards a door behind the stage to see you still standing by the bar. "Come on. Stop being a brat; let's go." You reluctantly sighed and nodded as you followed Eddie through the back area of the bar, pretending as if those words didn't just affect you. "So you wanna grab some coffee or something?"

"Now?" His question caught you off guard. "Why would you wanna get coffee with me?"

"I mean, we're friends, so it wouldn't be such a crazy idea.....and who knows, that doesn't sound too bad for a date either." Eddie chuckled to himself while keeping an eye to ensure you were still following him.

"Friends? That's a bit of a stretch." You snickered as Eddie stopped suddenly and turned towards you, clearly irritated with your tone.

"Oh, don't play games with me; you came to my show in this shit hole bar, and you're coming backstage. I don't know about you, but that sounds like you might have a thing for me, sweetheart." The words coming out of his mouth annoyed you more than you cared to admit. 

"I can't stand you, Munson." Your tone was stern as you stopped walking behind him in the narrow hallway, but the way Eddie was staring back at you instantly had you softening under his touch. Your cocky stance faltered long enough for him to step closer toward you making your back lean against the wall behind you. 

"You're lying to yourself. And you fucking know it." He moved closer, pressing his chest against yours, sliding his hand to grab your ass, and then moving down to your thighs. "I still remember what you felt like, tasted like. Even those sounds you used to make just for me." He whispered softly. You were pressed against the wall, the heat between your bodies filling the air between you, making it difficult to think straight as he consumed every single one of your senses. "I bet if I touch you right now, you'll soak my hand with how wet you are for me." You bit back a whimper, threatening to escape when you felt his hand slither around your waist, teasing at the waistband of your panties under your skirt while his lips ghosted over your neck. 

"Beg. For. It." He whispered in your ear through gritted teeth, lingering briefly between every word. The low tone of his voice and the warmth of his breath on your cool skin sent shivers through your body. You didn't say a word, your pride preventing you from begging for the thing you wanted most at that moment.

"Hm. A shame. You're so pretty when you're desperate for me." He continued as his hands withdrew from your body. A slight panic surged through you when you realized he was pulling away—your back arching slightly towards him out of pure instinct, practically burning for his touch again. Before you knew it, you gripped his shirt and drew him back towards you into a bruising kiss.

"Stop teasing and touch me already, Munson. Before I change my mind." The smirk that spread across his face was captivating; he really had no idea how beautiful he was. But there was no time to dwell on that now, not when his hands were already hiking your skirt above your hips and pulling your panties clean off in one move. 

Your hands tangled in his flowing curls when you felt his fingers skim over your folds, gathering up the slick. Slowly, he slipped two fingers into your cunt, making you groan at the stretch as his thumb worked your clit. Eddie began pumping in and out of you as you mewled and squirmed against him.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this. All fucked out on my fingers. Needy little slut. I can just imagine how good you'd look taking my cock so well." He groaned at the mere thought of it. 

Eddie's ring-adorned fingers wrapped around your neck, pressing harder with every thrust of his fingers. You could feel the imprints of each ring already making their mark on you, which only made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.

His fingers moved inside you as he dragged them along your walls until you were mewling, clamping down on him, showing just how close you were.

"Eddie..I feel like...I fuck." 

Eddie couldn't believe the sight before him, you of all people letting him touch you like this; it felt like a dream. A dream he never wanted to wake up from. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention as you began to gyrate your hips on him, desperate to feel more. He practically moaned in your ear at the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him, fluttering as he curled his fingers toward that tender spot inside you again and again. 

"Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?" You would give anything to wipe that cocky smirk right off his face, but the building pressure inside was too much to bear. All you could do was nod and whimper, desperate for him to give you the relief you so desperately needed.

"Fucking slut wants to cum all over my fingers, huh? Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum for me." Your vision went blank as you felt yourself finally let go. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you up as you leaned against him, moaning and body jerking from the force of your orgasm. Your juices sloppily leaked over him and covered your thighs and his forearm as you came down from your high. When you finally gathered the energy, you glanced up to see Eddie adoringly gazing back at you, chest heaving with the biggest smile on his face. 

"So, what now?" You breathed out as you adjusted your skirt, and Eddie readjusted but still kept you nearly pinned against the wall.

"Oh, I'm not letting you go just yet. You still owe me a drink."

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Everyone Has a Talent (Jesper Fahey x Reader)

Request: No (self indulgent)

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Nothing except a very flirtatious Zemeni sharpshooter

Summary: Here in Ketterdam, you've finally found a home. Even though it's chaotic, you love your life. You love your friends. When walking through the city to deliver a message for the one and only Kaz Brekker, what happens when you catch your best friend flirting with himself in the mirror?

As you walked through the streets of Ketterdam, you couldn't help but let a flicker of a smile spread across your face. The Barrel could be overwhelming at times, but it was home. You had arrived here at the lowest point of your life; you were orphaned, tired, and hungry. It didn't help that you were also down on your luck. The only way you were able to have a meal in your stomach was when you could afford to swipe scraps from neighboring carts and shops.

You found yourself at the front stoop of the Crow Club a few weeks after your arrival. At first, you thought you had gotten caught for lifting a few kruge from a lady's bag in an attempt to afford some real food. The next thing you knew, you were escorted to the back room awaiting a conference with the Bastard himself. Somehow you had managed to convince both Kaz Brekker and Per Haskell that you were worth the risk. They offered you a deal: five years of service and enough kruge to tide you over to wherever the next adventure took you -- no strings attached. How could you possibly refuse?

You had been working with the Dregs ever since. At some point, you even managed to prove yourself useful enough to be trusted on heists. The night Kaz totally didn't "relocate'' Jan Van Eck's prized De Kappel, you were there. You had run the surveillance during the job. It wasn't the most glamorous of responsibilities, but it still gave you a feeling of purpose. There were times that you would be called upon by Kaz to put together last-minute disguises to take on another job. Although that was incredibly infrequent.

Still, you couldn't complain. Kaz hadn't just given a roof over your head and a steady income; he had given you a family, too. You had started to grow closer to some of the Dregs after a few missions. Jesper Fahey (Kaz's overly flirty and gangly sharpshooter) and Inej Ghafa (Kaz's prized Wraith and...investment?) were two individuals you shared particularly close connections with. You would spend many nights keeping watch and waiting for new shipments to enter the Ketterdam docks. Conversation was bound to happen. At least, with one of them, anyway. Inej mostly kept to herself, only speaking when absolutely necessary.

Jesper was different, though. The two of you would use the time to catch up on what was happening in your lives, commiserating over how dead-ass broke you were, and for you to pester Jesper about his gambling addiction. It didn't matter what you talked about or what job you were on. You just enjoyed being together. One of your favorite conversations in particular was a game you would play. You would plan out these exotic days of adventure for when you could finally leave the busy city and explore. When Jesper had found out you wanted to travel, he encouraged you to save up for a trip.

"You never know when your last day may be," he insisted. "You deserve a trip, love. Treat yourself when this is all over. Just don't forget about us little people."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what would happen if you brought Jesper along on your travels. What would your lives look like? Would your dynamic still be the same or would it be different? Would you start a life together? It wasn't that the thought scared you. It was quite the opposite, really. The idea of having a real- an actual life- with Jesper brought a smile to your face every time you thought about it. You just didn't know how he felt about it.

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As you continued your trek, you turned into an alcove where you found your best friend getting lost staring into a side mirror. Jesper was pretending to be some sort of suave gunslinger. Which, while he technically was, it never hurt to see him practice. He always looked so calm and so cool. The thwip of the weapons being removed from the holsters and placed back moments later was almost relaxing. You couldn't allow yourself to get distracted, though. You had a message and you were quite attached to the fingers Kaz had threatened to remove should you not find Jesper.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" you began, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Jesper grinned back at you through his shiny reflection. "What can I say?" he remarked. "When something looks this good, you need to stop and appreciate the true art."

A laugh escaped your lips. "I can't tell if you're flirting with yourself or the mirror."

"Couldn't it be both, love?" The Zemeni sharpshooter turned around and shot you a wink. "What's the problem with a little self-love?"

"It's a problem when it's distracting you from the task at hand."

"And just what might that be, love?" Jesper moved to place his revolvers back in his holster, resting his hands lazily on top of the handles. He loved those weapons more than life itself. You'd seen him play with them when he was bored, anxious, or plain fidgety. Which, needless to say, was always. It mesmerized you to watch him spin the weapons as if they were mere children's toys. Back and forward, round his index fingers...Saints, the things those hands have done…

You cleared your throat and shook your head to clear your thoughts. Can't afford to get distracted, you reminded yourself. The blush flashing across your cheeks almost caused you to hide. "Uh, Kaz needs you," you somehow managed to get out.

"He always needs me." It was meant to be a casual careless statement, but you could sense the subtle presence of pride laced in his voice. "I think he could spare a few minutes."

You stood there in silence for a minute, unsure of what to do next. The right thing to do would be to go find Kaz. But you and Jesper rarely had time together outside of heists…

"Come here."

You blinked. "What?"

Jesper gave you a small smile and pointed to a spot on the ground beside him. "I said come here."

You shoved your hands deep in your pockets and shrugged. "I'm fine right here, thanks," you responded. "What's the problem?"

"I want to show you something." He was determined when he wanted something. You had to give him that. You were surprised when he sighed and grabbed your arms, gently pulling you closer to the mirror. Jesper pointed to the mirror. "Look."

"Okay...that's me?" You were now confused. "What's wrong?"

Jesper gestured with his hands. "You look tense," he remarked. “Make a face at it. Just do something to relax."

"How can I relax?! I tried, but there's just too much to do!" you exclaimed in a bitter huff. "You make it look easy. What's the secret?"

Your friend made a little show by leaning down as if he was about to whisper in your ear. You had to repress a shiver as his breath fanned against your cheek. He was so close right now, his chest pressed against your back. It was an intimate feeling, but you had to stop yourself before you made a mistake that ruined everything. "Afraid it's a trade secret, love," he mused with a dramatically hushed tone and wink. "It's just yet another Jesper talent."

"I just wish I even had a single talent."

This confession seemed to surprise Jesper, whose eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," he said. "You have a great number of talents."

You gave a small shrug. "I make clothes and I hide in the shadows," you relented. "Nothing as groundbreaking as shooting a guy's hat off from twenty feet."

"Actually, it was twenty five, but..." Jesper caught himself when he recognized your giving him a steely glare. He cleared his throat. "That's besides the point. I'm sure we can find something for you." Suddenly, his dark complexion shone with an unexpected glow. "I've got it!"

You watched in the mirror as he reached into his holster and pulled out one of his prized mother-of-pearl encrusted revolvers. The cold metal was a shock against your skin as Jesper pressed the weapon securely in your palm. "Try this. I will have you know that if you break it, I may need to reconsider this partnership." Even though his tone was serious, you knew Jesper was joking...possibly. "Now, here. Spin it like this...now like that..."

The two of you spent the next twenty minutes practicing revolver spins in the alley mirror. There were a few times where you would end up losing your grip on the gun, but Jesper was standing right by you to make sure it wouldn't be too detrimental to the design. You were so engrossed in the lesson that you almost didn't notice how much your smile had grown from before. Your cheeks had a tint of pink against them due to Jesper's close proximity, but you knew it would fade in a second. You just wanted to enjoy this moment.

When you finally managed to get a full series of rotations, you jumped for joy. Without thinking, you quickly pulled Jesper into a kiss. It was a short-lived moment, but the contact set off a bushel of butterfly flutters in your stomach. "I'm so sorry!" you were quick to apologize. Kissing your best friend was one thing, but your coworker? That was a whole other set of wrong. "It won't happen again."

"...Why not?"

You froze, eyes locking onto Jesper's grey hues. "What?"

"What was so bad about kissing me?" he asked. "I didn't think it was half bad."

He liked it? your mind asked you. That's certainly surprising. "Well," you tried to explain. "We do work together."

"I do think I'd be able to exhibit control, love. You on the other hand..." Jesper held up his hands in mock apology, which only had a well placed smack sent in his direction. “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

"I can kiss you! I don't have a problem with it." You really needed to think before you spoke.

Before you could run away, you felt Jesper's hand graze your left cheek. You could feel the stingingly cold metal of his colorful rings. His fingers were calloused, yet soft after all his work in the Club and the field. "Then how about we try that again?"

Surprised, you nodded silently and his lips were over yours once more. The two of you stayed there for as long as possible without losing oxygen. The only problem with that was you never heard Kaz approach with his cane. "Jesper," he said. "We need to go. Now." Kaz paused for a moment. "And tell your kissing pal that when the two of you are done, they're needed to collect some coin from the vault."

With a sigh against your lips, Jesper pulled away. "Right away, boss," he replied.

"This better not affect your performances," Kaz warned. He then nodded and limped away with his cane clutched tightly in his hand. It was just you and Jesper again. Alone. In the alleyway.

"Well, love," Jesper apologized. "I hate to kiss and run, but I"m afraid I'm needed." He pecked your cheek quickly before shrugging on his coat. It made your cheeks flush again. "We'll continue this when I get back, yeah?"

You could only wordlessly nod in agreement, causing him to give a curt nod as well. "Good." He began to walk away. "Oh, and by the way," he said in a louder tone. "I do think we found your talent."

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Author's Note: Okay, so hi. I completely disappeared from the writing circuit forever ago and still haven't completely come back. I wrote this fic almost two years ago when I first got into the Grishaverse fandom. It is posted on my AO3 if you want to see it in its former glory, but I felt it was high time to upload it here. When I found this in my docs, I was kind of surprised at how I captured his character, but I didn't hate it??

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of my writing again. If you did, please drop a like and reblog this fic so I know whether or not to bring back my favorite cheeky guy again. I hope to be back to writing some fic soon, as I'm taking a creative writing class this semester in uni, so the ideas should be flowing again!! Make sure to follow so you don't miss a thing -- we're so close to 500 followers, which is insane to me. Can't tell you how grateful I am for each and every single one of my fellow fandom people <3

[cheolmyhubby]

cherished moments

☆ boyfriend!yunho x fem!reader ☆ golden retriever bf yunho ☆ fluff/ romance ☆ no warnings ☆ 1,5k words

There’s something truly special about the deep connection you share with your beloved partner, yunho, who happens to be your golden retriever boyfriend. It’s the little gestures that touch your heart the most, like how he sets the alarm half an hour before both of you wake up. As the alarm goes off, he is quick to silence it, wasting no time in reaching out to wrap his arm around your waist or your head. It’s a tender act from yunho, his way of ensuring his beautiful girlfriend her day begins on a positive note.

This particular monday, yunho was quick to snooze the alarm, sparing you from its annoying loud noise. In an instant, you felt the loving embrace of your caring boyfriend, pulling you closer to his comforting chest, while his steady breaths brought a sense of calmness all over you. However, today was different. You struggled to find the motivation to rise and face the day. The past week had been filled with difficult moments, and today felt like it was going to be another one of those challenging days.

Yunho noticed you were having a rough week so he decided to surprise you. He had a special date night planned in his mind, a thoughtful idea to lift your spirits. Unaware of this surprise, you decided to stand up from your warm comfortable shared bed and prepare for the day with weariness weighing you down, but yunho found it challenging to contain his excitement as he observed your tired state.

After enduring a week of hardships, you believed things couldn’t get any worse. Yet, it seemed like everything that had gone wrong in the past week happened to unfold within a single day. Nevertheless, you got through the day, fueled by the thoughts of returning home and seeing your boyfriend. You longed for yunho’s affectionate cuddles and kisses, as if you hadn’t laid eyes on him for weeks.

As you made your way back home, a wave of happiness washed over you. You were heading back to your home, where your boyfriend is waiting for you. Throughout the entire day, you had eagerly awaited the moment for him to hold you in his arms as soon as you came back. As you entered the door, he immediately noticed the toll the day had taken on you. With a happy but tired smile, you approached yunho, hoping for a smile back and a warm embrace. In this moment, all you needed was his loving hug, and just like that, it happened. A warm and comfortable hug from your golden retriever boyfriend who you love so much, receiving the hug just after seeing him smiling beautifully at you. His smile radiating joy.

‘My lovely girlfriend, how about you put on something beautiful, and we go out? Or would you prefer to stay home and snuggle up in bed with me?’ He gently broke the hug to meet your gaze, determination shining in his eyes. ‘We can do whatever you want. I am committed to making you feel better!’ He tenderly pecked your lips, and a shy smile come up to your face. After all these years of dating yunho you still look at him with heart eyes and feel the butterflies in your stomach, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. ‘Can we do both?’ you softly suggested.

You changed into a lovely outfit, doing your makeup on the vanity in your bedroom with yunho watching you from your shared bed, who is in adoration by your every move. He occasionally asked you about the products you used, how they worked, and he showered you with compliments. Yunho listened as you passionately discussed the latest releases from your favorite makeup brands and the products you really wanted to get.

You are now in the car with yunho besides you, the playlist he loves is playing in the background. Hearing yunho singing along with his all-time favourite song is already comforting enough for you. The man who can’t be moved by the Script, you automatically sing along with your boyfriend which made him absolutely adore you even more than he already did.

After having a delightful meal and deep conversations with yunho at one of his favorite restaurants, pure happiness filled your heart. Your boyfriend knew exactly how to lift your spirits, and he was exceptionally good at it. Strolling hand in hand, your arm interwoven with yunho’s, your happiness blossomed with each passing moment spent together.

As you passed by a makeup shop, yunho caught sight of the brands you had told him about. Without a word, he gently pulled you inside. Confused, you looked at your boyfriend, expressing concern about spending too much money and consuming too much time in the shop. However, when you searched his eyes, all you found was a radiant smile. Of course, yunho wasn’t concerned about these little things. All he cared about was your happiness, and this was undoubtedly something that brought you joy.

You playfully swatched various products on yunho's hand since it’s big enough for a lot of swatches, after some time you realized that there was no space left for another swatch. It’s been a quite long time since you entered the shop, it surely didn’t felt like that long though. Yunho had been incredibly helpful the whole time, guiding you on which colors suited you best and which would enhance your natural beauty.

Observing the contents of your shopping bag, you hesitantly asked your boyfriend if it was too much. Yunho chuckled at your surprise and reassured you, ‘Babe, all of this together won’t even cost €40. Don't worry, i'll pay. I know how much you've been wanting these makeup items.’

His assumption of a mere €40 price tag left you amazed. If only he knew that a single product alone already exceeded that amount. When you told yunho the actual price, his eyes widened in disbelief. ‘That can't be! Then how much does this one cost?’ He picked up a small blush, and you couldn't help but smile, ready to see his eyes widen once more before you answer him. ‘It's actually €35,’ you said. Yunho gasped dramatically and walked to an aisle filled with other products, recognizing the lipstick you always used on the shelf. ‘Okay, i’ll exaggerate and say this one is €18. It can’t be any higher. Otherwise you’re being scammed,’ he claimed. However, you laughing at his response made him feel like he was wrong again. ‘Yunho, my sweetheart, this lipstick is actually €50,’ you revealed. He struggled to believe anything you said, spending time analyzing price tags and jokingly criticizing makeup brands. Eventually, he paid for the products in your bag, and you both left the shop after giving him a quick peck on his cheek

As you reached the front door of your shared home, you realized that yunho was the happy pill you couldn’t live without. Watching him open the door and gesturing for you to enter first, he spoke, ‘My princess first,’ making you giggle with delight. After changing into your cozy pajamas and brushing your teeth, you heard yunho’s voice from the bedroom. Curious, you made your way there, finding him deeply concentrated in a game of League of Legends. It was a sight for sore eyes; his messy hair, the cutest pajama shirt, and his eyes sparkling as he looks up to the screen leaving you in awe.

Yunho caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and spoke up, about it ‘do i look that good?’ It suddenly struck you that you had been lost in admiration of your perfect boyfriend. ‘Yes, every day i fall more and more in love with you’ you confessed. Yunho’s gaze immediately met yours, forgotten that he was still in the middle of his game. ‘I love you so much,’ he expressed, watching as you walk up to him. Sitting behind him, you embraced him tightly and whispered, ‘i love you too,’ and turning his head so he could start focusing on his game again. You spent the rest of your time watching yunho play, he was a good player and you really enjoyed watching him doing the things he loves to do.

You were on the verge of falling asleep when yunho spoke again. ‘Thank you so much for today,’ he uttered, his eyes fixed on the screen. It was difficult to form a response as you felt that you should be the one thanking him. After some seconds debating what to say you started; ‘i appreciate all the love and support you give me, yuyu. I’m thankful that you are willing to spend your attention on me. Usually receiving love is difficult and draining to me but you make me feel recharged instead,’ Yunho softly giggled as he noticed you were about to fall asleep. As exhaustion overtook you once more, the last thing you heard was yunho mumbling about your response suddenly being so serious.

Yunho is the best golden retriever boyfriend ever to exist and you live by that. You can’t wait to open your eyes in the morning and hear the alarm yunho set 30 minutes before actually waking up. Feeling his warm embrace around you once more made you realize just how fortunate you were to have him as your partner, the luckiest girl in the world.

[korpuskat]

Can you please tell us more about the moment Rama finds out about reader jerking it only to R-7000 porn? :3c

pfft I knew someone would like that, need another fic of Ramattra jerking off.

But assuming the same universe: you dated and broke with with Ramattra in Nepal, then he begins stalking you, arranging "nice things" for you and then discovers this--

The only thing he can focus on is the thought of you jerking off. If he's this far into stalking you, he knows you do it, but perhaps looks away or avoids it where he can. He may have been knuckle-deep in you before, but it feels impolite now (not that he has an issue with hacking into your internet history). But some so blatant as your bookmarks? and then that tag?

He's almost frozen just visualizing you touching yourself... to him. It can't be for anyone else, R-7000s were essentially wiped out by the time he left Nepal, there's no way you're thinking about anyone else but him. A memory autoplays- of you moaning his name.

He's immediately keyed up, memory divisions rerouting to his sensory drivers. It takes monumental self-control to not simply rip his plating off- still barely managing to get it undone before his patience snaps. Ramattra wouldn't have used his cock often, if ever since its installation so it'll feel so new. And oh, you haven't even seen it, have no idea he's made this for you in your absence.

After he cums he'll be hit with two realizations:

One: You could've- in the time since Nepal- realized you just liked his build. You could be not just a gearlicker in general but perhaps you... have a particular fetish for R-7000s. It's not impossible- Ramattra had learned quickly that humans deal with his uncomfortable presence in a myriad of ways, arousal not the least of them. (Though he hopes this is not the case. He cared for you and hopes it was mutual.)

Two: Regardless of the previous, he absolutely must speak with you. In a world where he realizes you're attracted to him- or the same build of omnic- there is no timeline where he stays away. He'll make up any excuse to see you. He'll wander into your shop by "mistake". He'll message you, he happened to find you on social media after so many years. It doesn't matter. Even the potentiality that you still think of him in that way will drive him mad if he doesn't know for sure.

[kaeyats]

SAGAU,, playing favorites

your other acolytes' reactions to playing favorites (with kaeya, razor, ei and gorou separately).

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: excessive favoritism, extreme jealousy, yandere themes, saucy stuff with kaeya and gorou, platonic with razor unless you interpret it otherwise, murderous intent

diluc didn't think he could be in a sourer mood than he was on that night. he was sourer than gooseberries, sourer than rhubarb. and although it was normal for the winery owner to sport a grumpy look on his face, even his closest companions could tell he was unusually sour, anger ascending the bounds of grumpy. what was the cause of the nasty grimace on his beautiful face?

it was the equally beautiful man with the star-shaped pupils and a mysterious eyepatch, who, at that very moment, had a benevolent god clinging to him like he was the only remaining human being in the world.

"diluc, can you get us more 'death after noon'? kaeya already emptied his bottle."

diluc tried his best not to crush the glass he was clutching into pathetic, broken pieces. the more he served you and kaeya wine, the more his supposed brother got drunk, and the more he got drunk, the cockier he became, and the cockier he became, the more it tested diluc's self-restraint. he couldn't stand watching the way kaeya's ego grew by the second and he especially couldn't stand the way you were encouraging him, practically coddling him.

the way your fingers danced against his chest ever so often, the way you squeezed his bicep whenever he leaned towards you, the crippling, painful way you had small make-out sessions with the cavalry captain, excusing it as "just tasting the wine" even when you had a glass of your own, half-empty of wine. it left him breathless everytime, both kaeya and diluc. and diluc could only envy the way kaeya got to make cute nicknames for you, the way kaeya could whisper scandalous things into your ear and make you turn red, the way you looked at kaeya like he was the most precious thing in the whole universe.

if diluc closed his eyes, then perhaps he could imagine himself in his brother's place. perhaps. but judging from how loud your sloppy kisses were, he doubts he can have a moment of peace anytime soon.

amber and eula could only watch in absolute shock as you ran around, chasing tiny squirrels around. they were, at the very least, confused by your intentions. granted, considering you were quite literally the most important god in teyvat, and were openly given millions of opportunities. so why in the seven archons were you running after tiny and helpless beings when you could've easily had their entire race be extinguished with a few words?

they couldn't say for sure, but they had an idea. while escorting you around mondstadt, they were surprised by how fast you had ran into the wilderness, looking like you were finding a particular treasure. finally, after hours of following you around in silence, a joyful gasp broke their suspicions as you ran to hug a messy-haired wolf boy.

the boy immediately broke into a defensive position at your sudden presence, triggering eula and amber to do the same. even after everything, you had chosen to defend the strange boy against the two and that absolutely broke their heart.

he was keen to be your friend, but he didn't quite acknowledge you as high as the other characters had. which was entirely refreshing. you found friendship with razor, not some bullshit imbalanced power dynamic. and the two couldn't quite understand why you liked razor so much, but they could say nothing, only being able to watch as you and razor did the most unusual things they had ever seen in their life.

chasing squirrels and howling at the moon with the peculiar boy from the woods.

venti wanted to die. ever since your arrival in teyvat, you did nothing but hit on the archon of electro and it made him want to bite into his arm until he no longer had an arm. he didn't hide it either. everytime you made the goddess blush, he would whine and try to jump into your lap. everytime the goddess unknowingly made you giggle, he would sloppily try to make himself silly with the few props he could find. whenever you sat down with the three archons and only ever seemed to talk to ei, he started outright crying to get your attention.

zhongli was a bit better than the archon of anemo. he wasn't dramatic enough to confess to everyone that he wanted to end his life out of misery, but he was jealous enough to want to end the electro archon's life. and ei wasn't stupid, she sensed the way the former archon glared into her skull everytime you two walked hand-in-hand, she felt his murderous aura whenever she called you by your name, and she especially noticed the pitiful longing in his eyes whenever he looked at you. he wasn't as good as hiding his emotions as he thought.

but ei wasn't threatened, no. as long as your existence graced the lands of teyvat, you would be hers for eternity.

kokomi sat silently from across the room as you tried persuading gorou into letting you touch his ears for a second time. it was quite a shock that he refused you, the creator of their world and their existence, anything at all considering how devoted he was to you. everyone else in the room prepared to have gorou's head, but no, you were protecting the stubborn general from them. and, if kokomi was correct, you did it out of admiration.

it made her want to sob fat tears into her hands. she understood that she shouldn't be jealous, rather happy for her dear friend, but she couldn't help it. she wanted to be the one who was seated so closely to you. she wanted to know what it was like to be loved so dearly by you. she wanted to know how giddy gorou must've felt when you bought him so many gifts from many foreign lands. she wanted to know what you two did behind doors and the reasons behind why the general whined so loudly in each one of your lovemaking sessions.

she wanted to know so bad. and judging from the way the kamisatos glared at both you, trying to hide their envy behind forced smiles and the way kazuha was practically wounding his own hand with the harsh squeeze of his nails, she knew everyone else wanted to know too.

however, she could not act upon impulse too soon. after all, patience was a part of her plan to win you over.

a/n: the characters in this fic are my personal favorites. send an ask with your personal favorites and i'll write for them! anyway, this is some short stuff i'll throw your way while i work on part three of "the creator's bride/groom", matchups, and smut ideas. :D

[temnurus]

More Wangxian Faves: Post-Canon & Canon Divergent

This list was made to honor the request in the notes on my WWX recs post from @100percentserenity for some more fics featuring Wei Ying set in canon or canon divergent fics. Now, not all of these are strictly from his POV, but they all feature him at his quick-witted, charming, & hopelessly oblivious best. Canon divergent can be a pretty wide category, so do keep that in mind if you see a rec & think, "This isn't very canonical.." Haha. There are two repeats from my first Wangxian rec list, but they fit the ask & are both excellent & worth mentioning twice! Now, in no particular order, may I recommend:

Far Away You Are by cqlorphan (E, 17,358)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved the idea of the esteemed Hanguan-jun being this not-so-secret purveyor of comfort hugs & heartache advice. Wei Ying’s shock upon finding this out was so funny I couldn’t help but laugh, & my amusement only intensified when he made the scary Yiling Laozu face while asking who broke Lan Zhan’s heart, only to be told it was him who’d done so. I wanted to hug all the Juniors myself. They’re all so very precious. This was a lovely story where very little hurt in the end, & sometimes that’s just nice after the gut punch that canon gives us.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

Not What We May Be by brooklinegirl (E, 29,222)

Thoughts: I love Wei Ying’s cleverness in this. He’s his usual irreverent, chaotic, charming self, & I never get tired of how wonderfully his mind works. The odd phenomenon occurring in the town he’s staying in was an interesting mystery to solve, & I had to laugh when Lan Zhan arrived with the usual Lan Juniors ensemble in tow. Watching them all work together to figure out how to fix the issue while also dealing with the healthy side helping of oblivious Wei Ying & searing sexual tension between him & Lan Zhan was a fun treat.

All Caught Up by brooklinegirl (E, 36,934)

Thoughts: Wei Ying proposing to Lan Zhan to get him out of an arranged marriage he didn’t want is so something he’d do. There is no character more quintessentially chaotic good than Wei Ying. You can’t change my mind. The practice kissing was a lovely regular feature from this author, & my particular favorite thing in this fic was Nie Huaisang’s cameo as their pseudo wedding planner with his classic meddling while insisting he’s useless shenanigans. This was super cute. I liked it a lot.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 100,123)

Thoughts: I loved the idea that Wei Ying would actually get to attend Jin Ling's one month celebration, but I was, of course, still concerned about the continued danger he'd be in. This fic nicely showcased Wei Ying's sharp wit, charm, & ever-present sass. I also loved his dramatics when it came to his interactions with Lan Zhan (and in general, of course, haha), but their sweetness together was ultimately my favorite thing about them. The continued threat to Wei Ying's life & all the plotting surrounding it was interesting, but the best things about this fic were the characters & their bonds with each other.

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (E, 31,775)

Thoughts: This was set during the Cloud Recesses Study Arc, & it was so, so good. The sexual tension between them was just simmering the entire time, & the idea of them “practicing for marriage” on each other was fucking hilarious. Their banter was top notch, & I absolutely loved Lan Zhan’s nearly overwhelming desperation for Wei Ying, not to mention Wei Ying’s bullshit getting him in over his head (as usual, but this time in a fun way, haha). The feelings were actually very sweet, too. I enjoyed this a lot.

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64,120)

Thoughts: I love the tag “Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel”. It made me laugh before I’d even started the fic. While this was set during the time period in which Wei Ying frees the Wen refugees, they didn’t end up in Yiling this time. I won’t get too specific, but they still ended up rebuilding their own little settlement & farming to survive, basically. Lan Zhan found them & decided to stay. The slow burn was so good, & I loved the pining in particular. I cried a couple of times in this. It really was just that good.

your problem as a mountain. by cupofwater (E, 30,989)

Thoughts: It was so cute to see the difference between Wei Ying’s & Nie Huaisang’s fantasies, & Wei Ying’s turning out to be more vanilla & romantic in nature absolutely cracked me up. I nearly hurt myself laughing when Nie Mingjue sent Lan Zhan some of the letters by mistake, & I was delighted by Lan Zhan’s reaction. I won’t spoil it, but the smut was lovely & despite the misunderstanding our boys definitely both got their happy ending, haha.

The Vermilion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 233,368)

Thoughts: This sat on my Marked For Later list on AO3 for the longest time, & I really did myself a disservice by not reading it sooner. It was absolutely fantastic. The world-building, pacing, & intricate plot were all brilliantly done, & Wei Ying being in the Wen clan was nothing like I imagined it was going to be in this. Instead of his core family being the Jiangs, we get Wen Qing in Jiang Yanli’s role & Wen Ning in Jiang Cheng’s. Now I’ll warn you that this got super heavy in some places, so mind those tags & take care of yourselves. Nothing was graphic enough that I had to stop reading, but it didn’t shy away from the serious subject matter it covered either. The whole fic was a real emotional roller coaster, & I can’t recommend it highly enough.

[dancingrain9625]

Couldn't stop thinking of your Imposter!reader AU, a cycle of needless murde

Tws for caps

Imagine Imposter!Reader who justbreaks and centers their entire identity around being the imposter who revives again and again.

"Memento Mori" they start calling themselves, ignoring or forgetting the name they claimed was theirs to everyone. The name others still call them by until they just give up. (Does anyone keep using their human name?)

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, you monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

"The Creator made me for Teyvat, and I will serve it just the way their Grace told so."

("no you weren't you're not from this world that's NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE-")

"Look at how I die again and again! Proof mankind has needed an outlet to sin onto since it's very start, and an outlet your Creator gave."

"Nobody is without sin, be it the infants or the elderly. So come to me. Save yourself. Save those around you. Purify yourself through me."

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

("Schadenfreude," Mondstadtian's outside their cult, and then the rest of the world calls them, "Memento Mori, God of Schadenfreude.")

But what about Teyvat's view on this?

Who just accepts the Imposter as somebody who they can do anything to without consequences? Who just takes it as the Imposter being delusional? Who is perfectly fine with this? Who isn't okay with this? Who accepts the idea of the Imposter calling themselves a god and who doesn't?

Does anyone try to implement laws to protect the Imposter? Does anyone try implementing laws that make doing whatever you want to the Imposter more legal?

Does a religion or even a cult surrounding the fake god ever form? Kind of hard to disapprove that idea of them being even somewhat divine when they don't stay dead me thinks. What would their followers philosophies or religious beliefs be?

Btw even if Memento decided to fully embrace their imposterhood/godhood, I don't see their pain tolerance getting better. They scream when tortured as horribly as they did the find time around. They cry and sob just as much as they did their first death. If they're dying but alive they writhe and flail their limbs, making just as much noice. Their pain never numbs unless alcohol or other means of reducing pain is in place.

Now imagine if the reader held a notebook they wrote within since ending up in Teyvat. A diary that they abandoned once they mentally broke. A diary that miraculously enough is perfectly undamaged. Writing wholly legible. One where they wrote about how amazing it is they woke up in a piece of fictional media (assuming they're from Planet Earth and were a Genshin Player that is.), the excitement of meeting their favorite characters, notes of being scared for their life, wanting to go home back from where they came and wishing they never played Genshin Impact, denouncing their love for the characters they loved in plenty of detail.

"My name is [name]." Is scrawled again and again in one particular page.

"I'm not an imposter I just look like their god. I'm [name] Im [name] [name] [name] [name]-" the rest of the page is their name over and over again.

Of course, when inquired about the notebook, Memento will claim it's unfamiliar to them and that they've always been on Teyvat, they've always been the Imposter, and they ABSOLUTELY were handmade by the Creator for Teyvat to break again and again like children throwing tantrums with their toys, please cease your silly games now!

Though this begs the question of who gets possession of the notebook after Reader breaks.

Say, what does the Creator think of the Imposter, before and after they becomes Memento Mori?

And who/what is responsible for the Reader always resurrecting after Death. If it's a person who did it, do they ever put a stop to their resurrection and finally let Reader stay dead or do they let Reader keep dying and reviving as always. For what reason do they do either? For what reason did they not let Reader stay dead in the first place?

Do the Creator take action regarding the Imposter or do they leave them alone?

But if it's not a person but a something keep Reader resurrecting what IS that something and is it possible for it's ability to keep Reader up after deaths ever run out?

First. LIKE DAMN DUDE you pretty much wrote it for me!

But I'm more than happy to expand on your idea! I think it's very cool.

Memento Mori

Remember that you I must die

Those two words held little meaning in the world of Teyvat. At least until you arrived.

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

The biggest lie you had ever told. Yet one that was impossible to refute. Could they not see how no matter how it was done, no matter who had done it. You would return all the same.

At first, everyone had taken your words as the mere ramblings of a dead man walking. But as the people of Teyvat continued to kill you over and over again your words seemed to be all the more true.

It was a slow but sure process. The views the people had on you changed. They no longer looked upon you with deep hatred but rather a morbid curiosity.

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, your monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

No one believed you at first. As you shouted those words from the middle of Liyue Harbor the people were hesitant to kill you. Especially if you were asking for it.

But all it took was a single person. A single Yaksha. Poor sweet Xiao. His karmic debt-burdened him deeply. Wouldn't you help alleviate that pain?

You smiled as you helped Xiao steady his spear. Pointing it straight at your heart.

"Come Xiao. Allow me to carry the burden you've been forced to bear all this time."

Your smile remained as his weapon pierced through your skin yet the pain was unbearable. Still the same as when he had done it the first time oh so long ago. But it didn't matter. That feeling was nothing compared to the triumph you had just achieved. Did killing you alleviate Xiao's debt?

You didn't know. You didn't care.

But things had finally begun to change in Teyvat. But it was unbearably slow. Whether your plan worked or not didn't change the people's suspicion. Especially of those in power. Still, that didn't change that the domino effect had started.

First, it was one person. Then it was a handful. Then a crowd. Then a town. The people would come to you in lines. They'd each come up to you hoping to have their sin's forgiven. And who were you to deny them. This was your job. What you were created for. (Or so you'd say)

Still, you were bored with the slow progression. So you took drastic measures.

"Kaeya, Surely the regrets of your time as a spy still burden you? How you're actions resulted in your father's death."

"Raiden, don't you wish for a dreamless sleep where you don't see your sister's face?"

"Zhongli, don't you feel a fraction of guilt for putting your people in such danger with Osial. Not to mention how you've treated poor Xiao."

Perhaps you had gone a bit too far with what you told a few people, but it's what they deserved. And low and behold, someone you weren't quite expecting was found at your knees.

As you stared at the Geo Archon who knelt before you it took much willpower to stiffen your smile. Oh how he pleaded to use you so that he might cleanse himself. And over the next days you’d find different people at your feet.

Ninguang.

Jean.

Diluc.

Venti.

Ei.

The list went on and so your place in this world had become solidified. The process of killing you had become something of which only the most worthy could do. Each nation making laws that forbid your killing without those in power’s consent.

Things had finally seemed to be going your way. The people had even begun to call you by the name Mori. Worshiping you as the god you claimed to be. Of course there were still those that doubted your godly hood but with no evidence to prove otherwise they kept their mouths shut.

At least until the Lady Guuji had come across a notebook while searching your room during your stay in Inazuma.

The book was filled with your thoughts on each and every person in Teyvat. It was evident that you had started this journal only once you had taken your position of power but it was none the less completely full of information. Each page filled to the brim with drawings and notes.

Eventually as Yae looked through the pages she stumbled on one that focused on you. It wasn’t like the others all it said was

I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM

The words continued endlessly as they were sprawled onto the page before ending with

I want to go home.

Written in a red ink that stained the nearby pages. Yae kept her discovery to herself as she carefully put the book back where she found it. As she snuck back to the shrine all she could think about was what her Creator thought about all this.

They were very amused.

The Creator watched on with a twisted interest from on high. They had planned to return you home oh so long ago but… this plan of yours… it was far too entertaining. Surely you wouldn’t mind if they kept you around a little longer.

They didn’t quite get it but when the creator looked upon you and what you had done…

They couldn’t help but want to see what happens next.

___

Hope I did your ask some justice.

Thanks for Reading.

[jullbnt]

hello! :D just wanted to say that I found a few of your loz ballet drawings a while ago and now after going through every one of them I am absolutely in LOVE with all your designs and the way you’ve drawn the acts omg

I love ballet with all my heart and I absolutely adore that you’ve imagined OoT and TP as ballets (TP Zelink paired with the Romeo and Juliet scene actually broke me IT’S SO GORGEOUS AJHDJFJSHD)

Oh thank you!! I’m so happy this series is still getting some love 😊

Looking back on it I have no idea where I found the energy to do all these drawings in one month 😆 I definitely don’t have it right now haha

I just want to say this was not meant to be an adaptation of any particular game, even though I ended up using mostly iconic scenes and characters from OoT and TP (and a bit of Skyward Sword with Fi)

I’m glad you loved the Romeo and Juliet pose!! I just had to use it, it’s such a beautiful scene. My first idea for this one actually was that Link would get a vision of Hylia, but I went with Zelink instead to keep things simple ^^

I have another series of ballet drawings with different Links and Zeldas in my WIPs, I’ll try to finish them soon :)