Tumgik
#this was a trial of an idea but it’s too plain
camtot · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Playing in the rain 🌧️
224 notes · View notes
sleepybbie · 10 months
Text
#TRENDING ! | nagi x reader
Tumblr media
summary: your and nagi’s name seemed to be in the main headline of hashtags on twitter when you woke up one day…
proplayer!nagi x idol!fem!reader
warning! mentions of threats and hate comments,
a/n: this fic is based on episode 9 of season 2 of aggretsuko on netflix when they found out retsuko and tadano were dating TwT
Tumblr media
it really wasn’t tensional.
you were feeling lonely, and so did he. nagi followed what you told him. he thought if he were to hide through his identity with a cap, mask, and some glasses, then he wouldn’t be easily recognized by the public, and then he would be able to meet up with you in secret with no one to disturb you two. go at his place, exchange kisses and words of affirmation, cuddle and have your time together.
the pro football player, going out with one of the most beautiful known idols in japan. basically you. it was a death sentence at just that.
ever since your manager, sara, allowed you to date someone after the success of your first solo album to be released, you had never been more happy to tell nagi the news, in which he too was delighted, kissing the temple of your head after. finally, you don’t have to hide your phone every time she checks.
your manager says that if this information were ever to be turned in public, there’s a chance that your career would have a turn for the worse, and that you have to keep it private.
fans are crazy, she says. and she wasn’t wrong.
you received a couple of threats from letters you thought were fan letters, and even some during your concerts, in which they were gladly taken away by security and were banned from ever attending to your concerts. being famous is scary, but nagi had became your comfort after all of that. that’s why you dated him. surprisingly, you two have already been dating for 3 years, in secret from your manager even. only his best friend reo knows about your relationship and so as your two closest friends. they were amazing at keeping secrets.
you promised your manager that you would try your best to keep a low profile when going out, using the same method every famous people do when walking outside in public—which is wearing a disguise.
since the two of you were famous, you told nagi that the best disguise is just a simple cap, mask, sunglasses and an attire that would look plain. nagi took these suggestions in mind, and used them one day during a rest day. you were used to wearing disguises, so you had a usual waiting for you in your hotel room. you had finished doing a song rehearsal, and nagi messaged to you if you wanted to go out on a date for your free day.
without thinking, you said ‘yes.’
maybe you should always take your manager’s words in your head all the time. and the thing is, she had no idea you were dating him.
Tumblr media
wednesday, 11:02am
sara sat down on the computer chair as she slammed the finished documents over her desk, stretching her arms up in the air along with a tired sigh escaping her lips. she just finished her paperwork for your album, talking to various producers who’ll help you out and such, making schedules and plans afterwards.
thank goodness it was a rest day, you were probably busy anyways and she doesn’t want to do anymore work for she only messaged to you about the upcoming rehearsal you were having on friday and to prepare. and that was that. the stress she was having at the moment irked her.
“it’s like seeing my old self…ugh, my back hurts..”
without saying anything more, she opened her computer, google, then checked out the latest news. maybe a little drama could spice up her boring day..
“new trial; kiinomori, says not guilty,” boring.
“a car crash happening after a cos event, yesterday,” do car crashes always happen now?
“japan’s new technology shocks the tokyo community,” eh, not interested
“wanted: extra line artist,” why are you even looking for help here on the news website??!
‘even the news are starting to become uninteresting…well at least the crime rates aren’t going up any sooner..’ she thoughts to herself, clicking on the mouse to see if there were any particular headlines that might catch her interest. maybe about you would be nice.
however, something stopped her from scrolling.
“photo of japan’s football genius and japan’s most beloved idol’s lovey-dovey date.”
her eyes widen a little. no, that was impossible. you wouldn’t find a boyfriend that soon, right? and a football player? no, far too impossible..it just might be another idol, yeah. maybe even a colleague? yeah, that must be it.
steadily, her mouse clicked on the news page, and in an instant it opened.
“are the two going out as friends? or something more?” was what the article stated in the first sentence. sara took a good look on the photos, and all she could see was what she recognized to be the genius nagi seishiro’s back, his white hair flowing out of the cap on his head, holding a lemon tea drink in his hand, and the other in his pockets. nagi seishiro, the proclaimed genius football player who participated in the blue lock project? dating? sara barely knew anything about him, but woah.
beside nagi, was a girl smaller than him. sara couldn’t see her face, so she went forward to scroll down for more pictures.
that moment when she continues to scroll down on her computer, eyes intensely trying to take a good look on the photos took by the secret paparazzi, they kept only taking shots of nagi’s face, not even bothering to let the viewer look at who he’s with. her patience was almost running out…
that was until…she finally identified who the footballer was with.
time pauses, the tranquil silence was eerie, and sara felt her heart stop at the moment. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and the cup of coffee she bought at starbucks almost fell to the ground, a drip of the coffee falling on her desk.
“y…y/n..?”
then the whole public went on fire.
“WHATTTTTTTTTT???????!!”
“EEEEHHHH????”
“HUHHH????”
“HAHH?????”
“FOR REAL?????”
“HWHSHUHHHH???”
“OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD??????”
the article, with now over 2 million views, ended the statement with, “will the two get married soon??”
“a-aha..ahaha..they’re joking right?? y/n with t-that guy..? ahaha..ahaha..” one was on the verge of insanity from astonishment.
“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MA’AM!”
the number one trending hashtag on twitter, over 400 brand new tweets not long after the news broke out in public. your closest friends, saw the article. and not long after they tried their best to contact you to no avail.
“you’ve seen the article?”
“yes, i have. have you seen the way y/n’s instagram has been popping up after?” one of your friends showed the other on her phone screen, your verified instagram page. it seems your followers had multiplied after the article was posted online. from 30k to now 70k followers. your friends were able to read the newly added comments from your last post. the other comments are mostly from the good fans, showing their support for you and nagi’s relationship, and some were mostly from those nagi fangirls in which they despise the most..
‘found her lol.’
‘nagi could do better lmao.’
‘she’s not even that good looking.’
‘she’s just attention seeking lol.’
yeah, they definitely despise them. since not long, the two were preparing their bot accounts, about to fight them back.
even the team blue lock members’ were able to read the article, jaws dropped on the floor in surprise. how did the lazy genius managed to pull a famous idol like you?
“wha…what is…what’s this..?”
“holy crap, so this is why they’re trending?”
“i…i’m shocked.”
“woah! nagichi is actually dating y/n? how lucky, aha! they’re trending!”
“is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“so this is what that guy’s keeping away from us, huh?!”
“i didn’t even know he was dating someone. better yet, someone famous.”
“is this also why he’s late for practice?”
“it’s almost 3 million views now, they really are taking over the headlines.”
“wait, since they’re dating can i ask nagi if i can get an autograph from her??”
“shut up, igaguri.”
Tumblr media
your friends were almost screaming at the end of the line when you answered their call, curled up over your bed and a little shaking, covering your naked body in the blankets with a sleepy nagi next to you. this wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t. you didn’t know, you didn’t know that there was a secret paparazzi nearby. now you’re scared of what your manager might say to you after this. will she force you two to break up? or never see each other again? make you say you’re just friends with him? no, no, anything but that.
you thought the morning routine for this day would be blissful, with yesterday’s love making was comforting and full of passion, and now you’re awoken with news about you and nagi’s relationship now being in public.
“Y/N! YOU AND NAGI ARE TRENDING.”
“y-yeah, i know..” your voice was hush, like a whisper. you felt afraid of what might happen.
“y/n, are you alright over there? we can come over if you want. is nagi there with you right now?”
“n-no, you guys don’t have to..and yeah, he’s with me right now...’s just asleep..” you replied.
“it’s insane. it hasn’t even been hours and you two are—
your other friend’s voice has been cut off quick, “you don’t have to remind that to her..! listen, y/n, don’t be scared ok? i know it’s scary, but stay strong. trust me, that’ll get over soon.”
their voices are a little muffled on the end of the line, probably fighting over the phone.
the moment you felt movement beside you, you were quick to turn your head to see nagi already waking up from his sleep. great, now how are you going to tell him?
“guys, i’ll call you back later. i have to talk to sei about it. bye now.” then the call dropped. when you looked back over to nagi, his eyes were half lidded, white locks covering his right eye as he rubbed them awake.
“morning..”
“ah…morning, sei…uh..” you nervously avoided eye contact, fingers padding through your phone to look for the article about you and your now public boyfriend that went viral online. nagi tried to pull your figure close to him, arms wrapping over your stomach with a mumble, “it’s so early…hey y/n…go back to sleep with me..”
“it’s 11am now, sei..don’t you have practice today..?”
“ah, you’re right…what a bother..too tired from last night..” fuck, how are you supposed to tell him now? it’s now or never.
“hey, sei…i think you should see this..”
“huh?”
passing your phone over to your boyfriend, you anxiously played with your fingers as you can spot his pupils reading the article displayed over the screen, lazily. it took him some time to finish, his thumb scrolling down to continue reading before nagi lays the phone down between the both of you and groans. “ahh…what a pain. how did they even manage to recognize us? ‘thought my disguise was good..”
“paparazzis are terrifying..” was what you replied. in a few moments, you sighed, covering your face with both of your palms, letting go of the blanket that was covering your upper chest. “what should we do? this is bad…if sara sees this then we’re done for…how did this happen?? oh please, i don’t wanna leave you, sei..”
“didn’t she say you’re allowed to be in a relationship?”
“yeah, as long as i keep it private..!” you say, almost yelling at him. nagi stares at you, hugging the pillow he’s laying underneath. realization hits you, then you covered your mouth, embarrassed. “ah, sorry…i didn’t mean to yell at you..”
“ts fine…” he responds. you hid your face beneath your palms again, expression filled with nothing but worry and little fear. your insta’s been popping up, more followers were added and even more comments popping at your last post. and when you looked over to twitter to see your name trending over the hashtags, the whole world fell down over your shoulders.
“hey, y/n…look at me.”
you couldn’t.
“y/n. hey, let me see you..” nagi who was now sitting up, grabbed both of your hands off of your face to make you look at him.
pretty, you were so pretty. so pretty for him. “it’s gonna be alright..”
“no, no—easy for you to say but…my..my manager..she’ll..” then you looked down over the blanket again, breath hitching as you struggled to breathe a little. nagi had to hold you close to him in order to calm you down, hands brushing your hair, voice hushing your small whimpers. “shh, hey, hey..take deep breaths…c’mon…calm down..”
he always did that when you had panic attacks. most of the time after your concerts or handshakes with your fans. nagi holds you close, then stays quiet. maybe you’re overreacting a little bit…yet at the same time, it’s going to be scary facing the public afterwards.
nagi stayed with you for a while until you could face him calmly, with steady breaths and a peaceful heart. he could see the notifs popping up on his phone.
99+ new messages.
38 missed calls from reo
17 missed calls from isagi and the rest ongoing. his phone too was exploding this morning. but first he has to make sure you’re ok.
when you finally managed to calm down, nagi continues to brush your hair back, looking straight to your eyes. “feel a little better?”
you nodded. “just…just still a bit scared of sara..”
“yeah? well i’ll make sure to apologize. i was the one who dragged you out after all.”
“n-no, sei! you don’t have to i—that’ll make it more worse i’ll be the one to talk to her.” nagi shakes his head, not approving of your idea. “it would be a hassle if you had to go through that alone…at least let me talk to her too..” your boyfriend caressingly rubs your hand together with his, he could still spot the small bruises he left on your neck..a loving gaze pictured over his face.
“it wouldn’t be so much work unlike practice. i’ll come with you…wherever you are. sometimes i wish we were cats so we can spend 9 lives together, y’know?”
you couldn’t say anything much for this dork, except pull nagi for another hug. you prayed to whatever existed that you don’t ever get pulled away from him, your beloved. you sometimes wished things don’t turn out to be in a bad way, after all, you’re an idol of love and kindness. however sometimes, maybe the entertainment industry should be less strict on their idols, including you. nagi was the only one that made you feel alive from them. from all the negativity you’ve been feeling because of what you do.
you love nagi seishiro. and nagi seishiro loves you. that’s there to it.
in the end, you and nagi managed to talk to sara about the whole relationship situation going on, and the only thing she was mad about was that fact you didn’t tell her you were dating, better yet a pro player. she just gave you a warning and then head straight to ask permission to your company about your relationship.
then not long after too, the situation calmly fainted down, and everything went back to normal. maybe except about some of your fans who are quite upset that you’re in a relationship.
still, you were glad the company was kind enough to let you two stay together. maybe it’s because you’re with someone famous, too, but it didn’t really matter.
yeah, maybe you were overreacting.
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
malehypnofantasy · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
I found him trying to ransacked my house one day after I just finished a very energy-draining trial day on the court. He thought his built and athleticism would get him away as he planned to harm me in his way out with the contain of my safe box, but I was not in the mood to play around that day so I just focused my thought and then told him to stand still. Much to his horror, he stood still in the middle of my apartment unable to move a single muscle in his body. I took of my shoes and then walked my way to him, much to his fear as the severity of his condition eventually sunk in. As I told him to drain his mind and then went on to sleep, he soaked his pants wet in instance as I placed this idea of him getting his mind drained by shooting the biggest load of his life which is where all his brains content went away. He let out this long lustful moan as 22-25 years of his life sucked all the way down to his meat and then spilled out with the semen that now dribbled to my carpeted flooring, which he would clean after all of the process finished. Around 10 minutes later, he's an empty bottle ready to be filled with anything I wished so I decided to ascribed him a much needed role
That was 3 years ago, right before the pandemic. He's been my loyal in-house servant ever since and with the lockdown enforced, I was having a full rein over him without a single soul ever asked on his whereabouts. Nowadays, I bet none of his friends or families (if he ever had any) would come looking for him. I can see him being quite a difficult douchebag to live with, I bet his surroundings might be so elated that he's gone
As I conditioned him to become my servant, aside from the sexual favor he gave me everytime I wanted it from him, he would bring me my coffee everyday to bed and he would be up since early morning to ensure my breakfast is served when I'm awake.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
When I left him to work, he would send this routine selfie every 3 hours telling me what he has finished and what he would do for the rest of his working time.
"Cleaning the guest bedroom," he would sent me a text that accompanied his manwhore of a picture
Tumblr media
Or something like
"Done with the master bedroom, waiting for you to be home so I can sit on your weary lap like this and give it a good rub,"
Tumblr media
And these messages always managed to spark something in my senses that just made me rock hard every single time.
Today I just won a rather landmark case that took quite too long in my opinion, so I'm up for a celebration. I can see myself buried deep within him when I gave him the hardest fuck to date, but maybe I should dial things up a bit. A resistant story as I momentarily let any trace of old him resurfaced and realized he's been living a nightmare? Or should I just go the plain way of throwing him around like a rag doll? Hmmmm......so many choices or schemes I could go through to be honest
463 notes · View notes
steveharringtonat3am · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
word count: 1.1k
You had always been a sucker for Valentine’s day. Maybe it was the love in the air, the beautiful pinks and reds that seemed to adorn every surface. You just couldn’t get enough of it. But with all the joy of love everywhere, you couldn’t help but feel a slight ache. You wanted that love with someone. In fact, you already had someone in mind.
“Oh good, you’re here!” Steve welcomes you into his apartment with a grin, taking the bags full of craft supplies from you as you hang your coat up. You were quite familiar with Steve’s apartment as he insisted on hosting weekly movie nights for your friend group.
“So, I went a little crazy in the craft store but you can’t blame me cause well…it was so pink!” You sheepishly smile, but feel no shame.
When Steve had asked you if you wanted to help him make some decor for tomorrow’s movie night, a romcom themed frenzy, you had jumped on the idea. A Valentine’s themed movie night with Steve? You were hooked instantly. Of course being the show-off he is, he needed to go all out. That’s where your crafting skills came in.
“This all looks great! But I have to ask, what exactly are we making?” He unpacks everything methodically, careful to not mess anything up.
“Well, I figured we could make some cute popcorn buckets, some fake movie tickets, and a whole bunch of decorations to make your place a little less…guy.” The comment makes him laugh, shaking his head at you.
“You’re in charge, I’m not very good at the whole Valentine’s thing.” He admits as he sets next to you, watching you set everything up.
“Really? I thought you had a Valentine last year?” You start making a trial movie ticket, sneaking a bite of the crackers and cheese Steve had set out for the two of you.
“Well I did but…she didn’t seem to like what I had planned.” You glance over as he messes around with the bottle of glitter, refusing to look at you.
“I’m sure your plans were wonderful. Maybe you just need someone who…gets you.” You feel heat in your ears as the words slip out your mouth. Your crush on Steve was a closely guarded secret and you weren’t quite ready to let it out just yet.
“Right…so how exactly are we doing this?” He holds the plain popcorn bucket in his hands, turning it over and inspecting it.
“Just do whatever feels right!”
“Alright but if it turns out ugly it’s Dustins’.” He grins at you as you laugh.
You play some music as you work but it’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. Steve had this quality about him that just made you feel so at ease. It was one of the reasons you liked him so much. You could just be yourself with him.
“Steve? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He briefly meets your eyes, gauging how serious of a question this was about to be.
“Do you have any…dreams to get out of Hawkins? Sometimes it’s all I think about.” You had been worried briefly Steve would move away after you both graduated. So when he hadn’t, you had been so relieved you nearly confessed then and there.
“I think about it sometimes. Now that all the craziness has died down…I wouldn’t mind moving to the city someday. But I wouldn’t wanna go by myself.” He smiles softly at you and you return it.
“Yeah, me too.” You keep your eyes laser focused on the glue you’re meticulously applying to the pink cardstock, just a little afraid to look at him.
“What would you do when you got there?” He asks.
“I’m honestly not sure. I’ve always kinda dreamed about opening a cafe.” You share the thought quietly. You hadn’t told many people about the cozy cafe you had always dreamed of running, full of simple pastries and comfortable seating.
“That would really suit you.” He smiles.
You both reach for the pink glitter at the same time, fingertips brushing quickly. The sparks shoot up your arm as you recoil. You were no stranger to touching Steve. He was very affectionate, always bumping your shoulder when he made a dumb joke, brushing your waist whenever he needed to get by you, hand slipping into yours in a crowd. But it still took you by surprise. You offer the glitter to him wordlessly, picking up the red glitter instead.
The urge to confess climbs up your throat and you have to push it down with a sip of your water. You work in silence for the rest of the night, aided by your constant moving around to decorate every corner of his living room.
You both collapse on the couch late into the evening, covered in glue and glitter and exhaustion. His knee brushes yours and you’re suddenly wide awake.
“I think you’re ready for tomorrow.” You note, the room around you covered in pinks and reds and whites.
“Yeah…you think I’ll ever get this glitter out of my hair?” He shakes his head in an attempt to get some of the pink sparkles out, but it’s mostly futile.
“You want the truth?”
“Not at all.” He grins, making you both laugh. It’s not very funny, but you blame the fatigue that has settled in your bones for your current state.
When you finally recover, you both rest your heads on the couch, eyes locking.
“I’m really glad to be spending Valentine’s with you.” He mumbles, hand coming up to gently brush some hair off your face. His thumb lingers, stroking your cheek.
“So am I…” You trail off. Have his lips always looked this appealing? You can’t seem to think straight and the next thing you know, his lips are pressing against yours. You kiss back instinctively, like you’ve been doing it all your life. You sink into him, hands combing into his hair as he cups your face. It’s a thrilling moment, and you almost want to pinch yourself.
When your bodies finally come up for air, you can hardly stop the ear-to-ear grin.
“So…wanna watch a movie?”
157 notes · View notes
sadisticsongbird · 3 months
Text
fair and just ~ william bonney
Tumblr media
summary: billy’s been arrested and it’s bringing up some questions about your father and what his true line of work is.
warnings: physical abuse (please don't read if this subject triggers you), fluff, language, not proofread
word count: 5.6k
You hadn't known Billy long, but long enough to know that he wouldn't hurt a fly. Sitting in the back of the room, you watched as your father was ready to sentence him. He got caught, granted, but he never actually did anything. His shoulders were slumped over and he faced the ground, knowing what was coming. You wanted to stand up and yell at your father, but you kept quiet, huddled in the back of the room and wearing stolen clothes from your father’s old closet and a hat tilted over your face so no one knew you were there. Women weren’t allowed in the courtroom, but you weren’t recognizable.  
“We find the defendant, William Antrim, guilty of attempted burglary and theft at the said Chinese premises and sentenced hereby to a total of three years in jail.”
You heard a sharp inhale to the left of you, recognizing him as the journalist who came up to visit the town a few weeks ago. Only from what you had heard, you knew that he was here investigating the rings that ran around here. Not that you knew much about them. Just that they were the power around here.
“Young as he is, we hope the defendant will use his time in confinement to reflect on his crime, and when he emerges back into society to commit himself to more lawful and productive lawsuits.”
The gavel rang through the hollow room, leaving everybody in silence. You saw something change in Billy’s body language, making him seem like he had no idea what had just been happening. “Remove the prisoner.” 
Something seemed to click in his mind when Billy began to argue with your father’s decision. 
“Wait! Don’t I get to say anything? This sentence is plain unfair.” Billy asked. 
You agreed. While you knew your father wasn’t a completely lawful person, he never dismissed the fact that everyone was given the right to a fair trial. With no idea what was exactly happening, you kept quiet and still in the back. 
“I didn’t steal anything. I didn’t hurt anyone,” he rebuked again, raising his voice. 
Your father harshly put the gavel down again. “I said, remove the prisoner!” 
You were ready to push towards the front of the small room and demand that he give Billy a chance to speak. But you couldn’t move. If your father found out that you were here, you’d be a dead woman. He had made it perfectly clear that you shouldn’t insert yourself into his work. You were all he had left, your mother passing in childbirth along with your younger brother ten years ago. 
As the room began to fill with chatter, two men moved over to Billy harshly grabbing his arms and pulling him towards the cell in the other part of the building. He was coming your way but you knew you couldn’t reach out to him. You would risk your father spotting you, or worse, the two men wrestling you away from Billy. Instead, you tipped your hat up  slightly, enough so that anyone looking directly at you could see your eyes. Puckering, your lips you whistled a short tune, quiet but loud enough for him to recognize as the song his mother sang to him over and over again as a child. His head glanced up around the room, searching for the source of the tune. When his eyes met yours, his gaze lingered even as the men pulled him out of sight. Realizing that your face had been out in the open a little too long, you quickly dropped your hat back down and glanced around the room. No one had seemed to notice this few second interaction, except for one. The journalist. He stayed looking at you with concern in his eyes, but when you averted your gaze, he did too. The room was still for a moment, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw the journalist next to you calmly walk towards the front of the room. 
“This is a travesty,” you heard him mutter quietly to your father, leaning towards him. “To make a kid pay for the things I’ve done?” What things? Did he get Billy wrapped up into whatever this is? “Shame on you, Judge.”  Pushing himself off of your father’s stand, he moved towards the front doors. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he walked out, burning your gaze into the side of his head. He was almost out of your sight when he glanced towards you and gestured for you to follow. Without another word, the writer left. 
“Hands,” the jailer said, redirecting your attention to Billy. You watched his hands pop out from the cell bars and the jailer removed the cuffs from his wrists. You couldn’t see his face, but from the way he retracted his hands from the reach of anyone, you knew he was livid. You thought back to the journalist. Mr. Upson, was it? Against your better judgment, you made your way towards the door, careful not to alert anyone else of your presence. When you embraced the outside and Upson was nowhere to be found, you caught yourself wondering if he really meant for you to follow him. 
“Ms. Wilson.”
Turning around, you saw Upson leaning against a wooden support, a cigar to his mouth. 
Clearing your throat, you opened your mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted. “I believe we should talk. How ‘bout a walk home? Wouldn’t want your father findin’ out you’re out here.”
You made no reaction, yet he still walked on, leaving towards your home. With your mind moving faster than your feet, you watched him walk a block before you actually began to move. Kicking up the dust from the oversized boots on your feet, you finally were shoulder to shoulder with the journalist, looking up at him for answers. 
“Why do you think Billy’s bein’ punished for something you did?” you ask. 
He inhaled, taking a moment to come up with an answer. 
“How much do you know about your father’s work?”
“Not much. I know he’s this town’s only judge. He’s got this other thing that he won’t tell me what it is, but he says it's for improvin’ our lives. Everyone’s lives out here.”
He laughed slightly at your innocence on the subject. “Sure, sure.”
“What? Did I say somethin’ wrong?”
“No, no,” he reassured. “Just…how much do you know about the Santa Fe Rings?”
The Rings? Not much. You knew that they were a power group out here in the West, but not much else seemed to be known about the members. From what you had heard, they tended to be on the richer side of folks out here. “Not a lot. Just what people like to say out here. What does that have to do with my father?”
“Did you know he was part of them?”
Your father was a part of the Santa Fe Rings? That would explain this other job that he claimed to have, but it couldn’t be. Your family wasn’t by any means rich and your father maintained honest work. He never made poor judgment on a case, no matter how much better it would be for anyone. You refused to answer him, only asking another question. 
“But what does that have to do with Billy?”
“The men your father works for have got an issue with me bein’ around here. Me knowing Billy hurts him. They all think he’s doing digging for me and my investigating.”
“He isn’t, is he? He never mentioned it.”
“No. I tried to get his help a while back, but he’s stubborn. Doesn’t want to wait to resolve things.”
You nodded in agreement. You knew how impatient Billy could be. He got upset just waiting for you to grab your things if you were going out. Part of you wondered if it was because he felt the need to look over his shoulder all the time. Ever since he was little, he always had his guard up, waiting for something or someone to sneak up and take everything away. The only time he seemed to let his guard down was when he was drunk or when he was with you, and even then, it didn’t last long. 
“Is there any chance they’ll retry his case?”
Upson just shook his head in response. “The Rings have their fingers way too deep out here. They got eyes and ears everywhere. If Billy is getting in the way of things, even unintentionally, he’s not getting out until his sentence is served. By then, they’ll probably come up with something new to charge him for if he’s still a problem.”
“Not even if I talked to my father?” you asked, genuinely wondering. But your question was answered the moment Upson’s arm swung across your chest to stop you from walking. 
“None of this conversation reaches your father. He must not know you were in that courtroom today. Being here, talking to me, is already putting you at risk. If your father finds out, or anyone from the Rings, finds out there is even a slim chance of you being in the way, they’ll arrest you or even kill you.”
“Then why talk to me? Why put me in danger?”
He scoffed, continuing to walk forward towards your home, now in sight. “I need your help.”
“How am I going to help? Especially after you just told me to stay out of it?”
“Stay out of the way, yes. Let everything happen as normal. All I need to know is if something is going to happen. Your father is deeper in this than he lets on. To anyone.”
You already didn’t believe he was involved. The man who taught you how to survive out here yet still hold onto your morals? The man who raised you to stand up for the right thing? While you knew it was a possibility, you forced yourself not to believe it. 
“Forget it,” you said, making your way to your front door. “I don’t wanna lie to my father, much less rat him out.” You took a pause. “IF…if he is what you say he is, then I’ll think about it. But the father I grew up with has never done anything in cold-blood. He believes in the fair and just.”
Upson hummed in response. “Okay, Ms. Wilson.” He tipped his hat to you. “You’ll know where to find me.” 
You watched as he turned around, making his way back down the street he had just walked with you. His words were stuck in your head. Was there the possibility of your father being corrupted in his line of work? Even if it was true, how many people had then been hanged to save your father’s skin? To save anyone’s? Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you quickly hurried inside to take your father’s clothes off. They suddenly began to itch and it made you want to claw at your skin. The moment you were inside the doors, you forced the fabric off of your body. No. Upson couldn’t get in your head. Your father was fair and just. Fair and just. Picking the discarded clothes off the floor, you ran to your room and put on the dress you were wearing this morning. Upson might have been wrong about a few things, but the one thing he was dead on about was the fact that your father could never find out that you were there. You hung his things back where they were supposed to be, making sure they looked as neat and untouched as possible. 
Taking a deep breath, you decided there were a few things that needed to be done before your father got home. You grabbed the bucket sitting next to the door and walked out to the well outside your house. There was an elderly woman already there trying to lift her pail over the edge, but the rope only seemed to be slipping from her hands. Picking up your skirt, you rushed over to help, grabbing the rope from her hands. 
“Thank you, dear. You have a good heart.”
“It’s no problem at all,” you said to her smiling. “Do you need help taking it back home?”
“No thank you dear. I’ve got my small cart to help me,” she said, gesturing over to her wagon already loaded with cloths and food from the market. After you helped her get everything settled, you watched her walk up while you got your own water from the well. 
You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to what Upson said about the Rings being everywhere. If they did, why would he risk talking to you out in the open? You didn’t want to believe anything he claimed to be true, but a part of you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder now. Despite the fact that you didn’t want to be involved, you knew that you already were. Whatever relationship you had with Billy was bound to be questioned and with the possibility of your father being a part of the Rings, you knew you weren’t safe. Once you had a full bucket, you made your way back into the house, placing the water over the fire to warm for your bath tonight then began to prepare food for dinner. Once your father got home, you would have to act like you had been here all afternoon. And you couldn’t bring up the case either, despite how much you wanted to avenge Billy. 
You sat at the table, food all prepared, waiting for your father to walk in the door. You could barely move from your spot on the table, your muscles tense and hands shaking. Your tongue was raw from biting it all evening. You couldn’t make up your mind. A part of you knew better than to question your father, but you wanted to know what was truly happening with Billy. But were you then really about to question your father? He wouldn’t hurt you, would he? He loved you, but that didn’t stop him from harming you for questioning his authority. Your breath halted when you heard the front door open. He’s home. 
“Mmm, smells good. Y/N?”
“Yeah, Pa. I’m in here.” When his figure walked in, the small light in the kitchen illuminated the shadow of his body so that it towered over you. Your father wasn’t a sprightful man, but where he lost in that he made up for in sheer strength. You wondered if he would have been able to take down Upson or Billy if either one of them had initiated violence in the courtroom earlier today. 
“How was your day, Pa?” you asked, standing up from your chair to begin making a plate for him. 
“Tiring,” he groaned, placing his coat on the back of his chair and sitting down in the seat adjacent to you. “Had a tough case today.”
“Yeah?” you tried to seem oblivious. “Heard it was a kid.” “Where’d you hear that?” your father said awfully quickly. 
Shit. You had no reason to be in town today. If you said something wrong, you know your father would be mad. “Mabel stopped by today. Giving me one of my books back. She’d been in town with her mother today.”
Your father said nothing, only humming at your answer. You placed his plate down in front of him and began to make yours. “It was a kid. Matter of fact, you know him. William Antrim. Was arrested for burglary last night. Such a shame for such a young boy” You tried not to react, no matter how much you wanted to argue. He knew that it was attempted theft. Why would he lie to you? Did he know you were lying? 
“You mean Billy? Yeah, I know him. Helped out his mother in the restaurant last summer. He seemed like a nice boy,” you finished, setting your plate down and taking a seat next to your father. 
“I don’t want you hangin’ around boys like that. Anyone committing crimes and diggin’ where their noses don’t belong are just asking for trouble. Trouble I don’t want my daughter caught up in.” He rested his hand on top of yours, meant for reassurance but only made you want to pull away. You knew your father was shady about his new Rings business, but maybe you didn’t know as much as you thought. 
“Let’s say grace,” you suggested. 
Without another word about Billy, your father agreed and began to pray. The both of you sat in silence for the rest of the meal, the only noises being the silverware on the glass plates and your father clearing his throat. The tension was thick and weighing over your heads. You hoped your father couldn't tell how angry you were with him not only for what happened to Billy but also for lying to you about it. When the food off your plate was finished, you stood up, placing your dishes on the prepping table. You'd wash them later when you could stand to be in the room with your father. You then walked over to the fire where you had been warming water for a bath. The pail had barely been lifted from the flames before your father spoke up. 
“You know, I thought I recognized my old hat in the back of the courthouse today. Would you happen to know anything about that?” Fuck. You'd been caught. Did he know you were there for Billy or did he just assume you'd been there to see him? “I thought I told you not to involve yourself in my business.”
You took a deep breath. “I know, Pa. I know,” you said, turning to face your father. “I just wanted to go into town today and I figured I'd come see what things happen that you tell me stories about. But I knew-”
“When I told you to stay away from people like Antrim, I meant it. You were there for him today, weren't you, and don't you lie to me young lady.”
You couldn't get a word out before he spoke up again. “Despite what you may think, that ruling was fair and just and to know it.” His voice was beginning to raise and his body along with it. He stood from his chair and his fist pounded on the table along with his words. “Question my judgment again, Y/N, and you WILL regret it.”
Tears were threatening to spill over, but you cleared your throat and picked up the pail. “Yes, sir,” you managed to get out. 
You didn't give your father another glance before heading to the washroom. You needed to wash the grime of your father's old clothes and the dust from the town off of your skin.
As you let the water cascade down your body, you couldn't help but think of Billy. It would be dark soon and he was stuck in a cell. From the way he looked at the trial today, he hasn't eaten much in the last few days. You knew that his mother had been sick before she died a week ago. She had contracted whatever his little brother had died from a month prior. He was all alone now. You knew he had hung out with the likes of Jesse every once and a while, but other than that, you were kind of all he had. The two of you weren't close friends by any means but he got along with you surprisingly better than him and Jesse. You were one of the first ones he went to when his family died. You understood what it was like to lose family. Although you still had your father, lately it had felt like you were the only person in your home. His business took him away from home far too often for your liking. You and Billy both filled that lonely hole in one another’s lives. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. 
“Y/N, I know you're upset with me and what happened today, but you have to understand that I did what I had to.”
You scoffed, getting out of the water and grabbing your drying cloth. “I'm not talking to you, Pa.”
“You have no reason to be upset. Antrim was trouble as it was and it was only a matter of time before he snapped.”
“We're not talking about Billy. What's done is done, even if you're wrong,” you decided to argue. You were losing your temper. What happened was wrong and you know that is it was anyone else, there would have been a fair trial. But those in cohorts with Upson were doomed to Billy’s fate. 
“I’m not wrong. The boy had what was coming to him. Better you learn that now so you don’t end up in the same predicament.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Pa. You know that you were only trying to save your own skin. You and them Ring fellows. All you were doin’ was keeping people from findin’ out the truth about you all.”
There was silence coming from the other side of the door. You wrapped yourself tighter in your drying cloth, worried that you had taken it too far. Everything that Upson had warned you about had just spilled out in anger for Billy. You made your way to the door, ready to push it open to see what happened when your father came storming in. You could almost see the steam coming out of his ears as he charged towards you. As far as you could, you backed up towards the wall, trying to keep yourself together in your father’s presence. As strong as he was, you could be stronger. No matter what your father did to you, you wouldn’t let it show. 
“Now you listen to me, young lady,” he spit in your face, gripping you tightly by the chin. “What I do is none of your goddamn business. And if you wanna talk about what’s really happening in my work then you are just as good as that no good journalist you seem to want to defend. Bound for the noose,” he screamed. His fingers dug into your skin, burning their imprint in your skin. Your body was still as you didn’t allow yourself to move. He had never gotten this angry with you before, never walked in while you were indecent, and never laid a hand on you like this before. The person you thought you knew was completely gone. But maybe he was never there to start with. Against your will, you felt a small tear slip out of the corner of your eye, falling onto his hand. 
“Do you understand me?” he seethed. 
“Yes, sir.” 
With one last search in your eyes to make sure you meant it, he dropped your face and turned around swiftly toward the door. You could almost feel your face bruising. When you reached your hands up to touch the marks, you realized just how much you had been shaking. You couldn’t live like this, scared of your father. Making quick work of gathering your things in the washroom, you blew out the lantern hanging and hurried across the hall to your room. The moon was shining nicely through your window, illuminating the space around you so you could see. Dumbstruck by what had happened, you didn’t bother drying yourself off or getting yourself dressed. All you could do was grab the small shotgun hiding inside your nightstand drawer and crawl under the covers. There was no need for your weapon before, but tonight you felt that you needed that extra layer of protection. 
Tumblr media
There was a knock outside of your window. At first, you brushed it off as dust or a branch hitting the window, but when you heard it again, you peeked your eyes open. You couldn’t see it clearly, but there was what appeared to be a shadow outside your window. It could just be the tree’s shadow bouncing off of the moon’s light, but it moved in a way only a person could. Realizing that you were still naked, you grasped the gun in your hand slightly, cocking it so you were ready to shoot if you needed to. After you heard glass shatter, you squeezed your eyes shut, relying solely on your gut for where to aim. There were some grunts, but not loud enough for you to figure out who it was. You waited a few seconds before flipping the gun up from out of the sheets. The person matched your speed, taking his gun out of its holster and pointing it directly at your head. But even in the dark, you could see his face, making you lower the gun almost instantly. 
“You gotta get quicker than that if you hope to defend yourself, doll.”
Billy. 
Watching as he placed his gun back on his waist, you then pretty much threw the gun across the room, no regard for your father probably sleeping in the other room. Trying to keep as much of your bed sheets around your body, you climbed over to Billy who was at the foot of your bed. He wrapped his arms around your form as you threw yours around his neck, practically jumping at him. Thankfully he was strong enough to keep the two of you from falling backwards. 
“The hell are you doin’ here? How’d you…”
“I got out,” he said, pulling away from you. He leaned his forehead on yours and looked in your eyes. “We gotta talk.”
“We do. Billy, the hell? Why would you come here? This is gonna be one of the first places they look when they find you missing.” 
“I bought myself some time. I needed to come here and find you before…”
“Before what?” you asked. 
He needed to tell you. He couldn’t without telling you first. “Before I go.”
Letting your arms fall from around his neck, you sat back on your knees on your bed in disbelief. “You’re leavin’?”
“Y/N,” he began, leaning down to put his hand on your cheek. “I gotta get outta here. Ma’s gone, Joseph’s gone, Jesse left me for dead. I…I gotta go,” he finished with his voice cracking. 
“Billy…” you barely let out. You could see tears starting to pool in his eyes. You’d only ever seen him cry twice before and it was when he lost his brother and mother. You mimicked his movements, caressing his face before taking his hat off and letting his brown curls fall loose. Letting your thumbs brush over his cheeks, you felt his now free falling tears on your skin. He was losing a lot by deciding to leave tonight. He was losing his friends, losing his family, losing his home. You couldn’t let him lose everything. “Let me come with you.”
His face flashed with confusion. Why would you want to leave all that you had? For him? It was then he noticed the purple blemishes on the bottom of your face that weren’t there this morning in the courthouse. “Who did this?”
It didn’t register right away what he was talking about, but when his fingers started to brush over your chin, the pain helped you figure it out. “It doesn’t matter.”
“YES IT DOES!” he raised his voice as loud as he could with your father next door. “It does, Y/N. I’m gonna kill ‘em.”
“Billy! All that matters is that I wanna get outta here. I can’t let you go off alone. I can’t let you lose everything.”
He felt that his heart would shatter any second. The only other person that cared for him like this was his mother. You would never know how special you were to him. Billy’s mind raced over the consequences, the negative possibilities of bringing you with him. As much as he would love for you to go, he’d rather you be safe. But were you safe here? Whoever did this to you certainly wasn’t someone you could be around. 
“Okay.”
Your eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah, come with me.”
Reaching up, you leaned in, initiating a kiss. It started out slow and relaxed, before he registered what was happening. Billy deepened the kiss by brushing his tongue along your bottom lip, allowing yourself to open up to him. Your hands snaked around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer to you. His fingers hooked themselves under your chin, both of you melting together. There was a  feeling in your stomach resembling what could only be described as butterflies and all you could do was let out a small whimper as he pulled away from the kiss. Just enough that they didn’t still stick to yours. “Y/N,” you heard him slightly whisper. 
“Go, find us a horse. I’ll be ready shortly.” 
He didn’t say anything, only smiled at you before grabbing his hat and heading out the way he came in. As quietly as you could , you stood from your bed and began to dress in the clothes you had on earlier today. You grabbed your small bag under your bed and began stuffing it with things you knew you’d need or want to keep. Some extra pairs of clothes, a blanket, extra bullets, a locket that your mother gave you when you were younger, and your guitar. You knew it wouldn’t fit in the bag, but you never left anywhere for long without it. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed the gun off of your bed and stuck it in your boot. One last thing, you told yourself. Setting everything down next to the window, you made your way out towards your father’s bedroom. You knew exactly where to find it, having placed it there this evening. Your father’s old hat. As much as you loathed him right now, you needed something to remember him by. Having hurt you or not, he was still your father, still the man who cared enough to keep you and raise you all these years. You watched his sleeping frame, body sprawled all over your mother’s nice sheets and an empty beer bottle in one hand falling over the edge of the bed. You won’t cry, you told yourself as you let your hand come up to brush the marks your father left. You were ready to be on your own. You NEEDED to be on your own…well, with Billy. Ready to leave the room, you spotted some stationary on your father’s desk. You thought for a moment before deciding it was best to write a letter. Scribbling as fast, but as neat as you could, you folded the completed letter and stuck it next to the gun inside your boot. 
Making quick work to get out of your father’s room and back into yours, you noticed Billy already waiting at the window for you to hand your stuff out to him. You gave him your guitar and slung the bag across your body. 
“Got the horse?”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, avoiding answering your question and moving his hand up to glide his fingers on your bruises. 
A quick peck on the lips was answer enough for him, but you figured you reassure him with words, muttering a small yes. Setting your guitar case down in the gravel, he helped you out the window, careful to guard your body from the glass shards still sticking out of the wood. You jumped down from the sill and into his arms before he gently set you on the ground. He walked over to the clearly stolen horse and began to strap your instrument to the animal, easier said than done. You were ready to tell him to forget it before he told you it was stuck and wasn’t going to fall off. He knew how much you liked to play, how much you liked to sing. He couldn’t let YOU leave this part of yourself behind. Getting on the horse, he made sure that he was settled and everything was in order before sticking his hand out to you. He pulled you up onto the horse, seated nicely behind him with your arms already around his waist. 
“Before we leave, I need to make a quick stop.”
“Sure, he said, before urging the steed forward. He made his way through town, careful not to disrupt anyone or anything and avoiding the jail. How know one seemed to know he was missing yet blew your mind, but the only thing you were concerned about right now were delivering this note and getting the hell out of this town. You made sure you were on the side of the building, double-checking that this was, in fact, the room, before grabbing the piece of paper in your boot and sliding it under the window sill, far enough for the person to grab it. As soon as you knew it was secured, you told Billy you were ready. Spurring the horse on, you and Billy began to move faster than before, nearing the edge of town. The sky was near pitch black. The moon had by now disappeared behind the clouds and the stars were the only thing guiding your way. You let yourself fall into his back, letting yourself close your eyes as you both rode off into the night.
Tumblr media
a/n: i'm back to writing and i've found some *cough cough* inspiration. I'm also willing to write more parts to this fic AS LONG AS IT IS ASKED FOR.
303 notes · View notes
jaehyunnie77 · 1 year
Text
surprise birthday gift
Tumblr media
summary: gifting your husband the best valentines and birthday present ever.
pairing: jaehyun x f. reader
genre: pure filthy smut | fxmxf
warnings: pet names (babe/baby), threesome, nipple play, sub reader, oral (male recieving), deepthroating, facial, cum eating, hint of oral (female recieving)
wc: 3.3k
a/n: based off of this request! first time ever writing something like this and ... damn. there was no reason for my mind to go this deep - no pun intended lmao. thank you anon for requesting! not edited lol. happy birthday to our valentine boy ❤ and happy valentines!
--
Valentine’s Day is a special day for both you and Jaehyun, your husband, of six years. Besides the national showering of love, confessions to crushes, love making day, or even heartbreak, it is also his birthday. Which makes the date and holiday ten times better. Usually, you both would spend the day together being low-key and maybe going out on the town for dinner and drinks.
This year however, you made other plans. Plans you don’t really do but nonetheless want to surprise him.
Though you’ve been married for six years, you’ve been together for way longer than that. Ten years to be exact. You both met in one of your freshman courses in college and hit it off. You trust each other with your entire being and cliché as it sounds, he is your best friend and vice versa. You both confide in each other about your insecurities, secrets, and fantasies, which is how you thought of the surprise gift for him.
Just a week before Valentine’s Day, you were both laying down in bed watching a random movie when he asks you about your kinks and fantasies.
“Hmm, I can’t think of anything right now.” you shyly say.
“Baby, it’s just me you can tell me.” he laughs at how cute and flustered you are.
“I know, but I really can’t think of anything. We’ve pretty much done everything I can think of.” you laugh as memories of the many hot and steamy sex you’ve both had flashes in your mind. 
“Oh really. Please do remind me.” he teases knowing where this is going.
“Well for starters of all starters, fucking in the bathroom in the middle of a college party was always on my bucket list. Car sex out in the middle of the woods when we went camping the first time. A quickie in the upstairs bathroom when we met our parents for the first and they were downstairs –“
“That one was funny, they kept asking you if you were alright.” He chimes in.
“Oh! That one date night when we went to that popular restaurant we’ve been wanting to go to and we were so horny, we ended up having sex in the back of the alley. Hmm, oh! When I wore those vibrator panties when we had dinner with your boss and his wife.”
“Okay that one was a fun night.” Jaehyun laughs at the memory of you squirming in your seat and trying hard not to moan as you kept crossing your legs.
“Yeah and plain torture for me when I was coming five times in a row.” You smack him playfully on the shoulder. “Meany. Anyways, um we did a bit BDSM and role playing after watching Fifty Shades of Grey. When we went to New York for the weekend and had sex in front of the large window in our hotel room when we were like 500 feet in the air. And lastly, we’ve had sex toys in play.”
“Damn, we’ve done a lot. I truly do appreciate and love you, you know.” He says as his mind replays all of your sex adventures and all those trials and errors. He’s trying hard not get a hard dick, but how can he not when you’re the best and amazing person he’s ever had sex with, and better yet, the woman he loves.
You can tell by the way he shifts that he’s trying to be more comfortable when you can clearly see the imprint of his meat on his pajama pants.
“What about you sir? Any other kinks and fantasies we haven’t done yet?”
He’s silent for a second trying to come up with a way to answer your question without giving you the wrong idea. “Um, I’ve always thought about a threesome –“
“Oh! Me too, not going to me –“
“But with you and another girl.” He says quietly as he looks at you. He studies your face to see if there is any negative reaction from you. You think about it for a second more before smiling at him.
“That’s not a bad idea. I mean I know I’m team dick all the way, but I have always wondered what it’d be like to be with another woman.”
“Hmm. Interesting. Please do tell me more.” Jaehyun kisses you on the cheek before getting on top of you and littering kisses all over your face. The movie is long forgotten as both of your minds are filled with only pleasuring each other for the remainder of the night.
Two days before Valentine’s Day, you had the perfect birthday gift for Jaehyun. Yes, you are going to fulfill his fantasy and grant him a threesome with someone you both know and trust. Sure, you could have called an escort or so, but you watch too many movies and the outcome in those aren’t good. Besides, this friend of yours is an expert in these kind of kinks.
When you bought up the conversation you and Jaehyun had to your friend Ana, you kept going over the pros and cons of a threesome with another female.
“It’s not that I’m insecure or afraid that he’ll love it so much and cheat on me, but I just never done anything like this before. I mean three is a crowd already.” You tell Ana your concerns.
“First timers are always scared and nervous, but once you’re in the act of doing it all, that’s the last thing on your mind.” She says slurping on her ice.
“I guess I just don’t want to look like I lack in the sex department.” you laugh out loud.
“Y/N, take it from someone who is wild and loves sex and practice safe sex, no one really cares if you know how to give the best blowjob or not as long as you’re having fun. Personally, being with three people is super fun. You get to take turns and bring out a whole different side you never thought was there. Then again, I don’t intend to settle down.”
Remembering why you asked her for a quick catch up, you swallow thickly and hope this doesn’t make anything awkward after asking her this. “You trust me right?”
Ana nods her head in response.
“And I trust you and we’ve known each other since practically middle school, and again I trust you –“
“What are you trying to say Y/N?” Ana says intrigued that she’s never seen you stumble over your words before let alone how nervous you seem.
“I- I was wondering if you wanted to help me and surprise Jaehyun for his birthday and gift him a threesome.” You shyly look away as you internally cringe. There could have been a better way to word that.
Ana stares at you because you’re acting as if this is your first time ever having sex. She chuckles a bit to help ease your nerves. “For starters, I’m super delighted you trust me and I’m even more honored you asked me. Are you really sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. Honestly, I’ve always been curious what it would be like as I’ve told you before.”
“Okay then. I trust you and if you were ever feel uncomfortable or want to call it off, just let me know. I will completely understand.” She says before sealing the deal on your surprise gift.
Valentine’s Day is finally here and you have both the butterflies and anxiety running around.
“He’s going to be home in five minutes.” You tell Ana on video call as she gets ready in her bathroom. Luckily, she doesn’t live too far from you.
“Remember to relax Y/N.” She tells you after seeing how nervous you are.
“I know I know. Okay, so we’ll grab dinner and I’ll text you when we are on our way back home.”
Ana just chuckles, “Sounds like the plan. I’ll see you soon and have a lovely dinner.”
You breathe in heavily and exhale all the nerves your body. You look around your living feeling proud of yourself. You outdid yourself by placing rose petals on the floor and hanging up balloons for this special day. You even have a box of chocolates in the middle of your dining table.
When the door finally opens and in comes your hot husband, you burst with excitement for what’s in store.
“Hi honey. Happy birthday.” You give Jaehyun a kiss as he stumbled back a little. When you part, he can see there’s something different about you tonight. It’s probably just the day today, but you look extra and really beautiful tonight. That’s when he realizes the balloons hanging and the rose petals and slow soft R&B playing in the background.
“Wow babe. You’ve outdone yourself this time. Thank you. Truly.” His eyes turns into crescents when he smiles at you.
“Thank you. Now go get ready before we head to our reservations.”
After grabbing dinner and having a splendid meal, you both head back home. You quickly sneak a text to Ana to let her know you were on your way. Twenty minutes later, you pull up to your cozy condo and get slightly nervous again. It wasn’t until you see Ana and relax just a bit.
“Oh hey Ana. Nice to see you here.” Jaehyun says surprise to see your friend on your doorstep this late in the night.
Ana smiles sweetly at him, “Happy birthday and happy valentine’s day. I know it’s late, but I was wondering if I could borrow that one dress Y/N? The one you showed me a couple of days ago.”
“Oh right! You have that date tonight don’t you. So sorry we came home late, but yes!”
Seriously, you both should win best actress or some shit because you said that without stuttering.
Jaehyun unlocks the door and you and Ana walk into your cozy home. You lead Ana towards your bedroom as Jaehyun heads over to the couch and finally relaxes.
When you come back out two minutes later, you gather your courage and sit next to Jaehyun.
“I have a present for you.”
“Oh babe you didn’t have to. Seriously, you being in my life is the best present I’ve ever received.”
“You still know how to make my heart skip a beat.” He leans in to give you a chaste kiss.
“So you agree that you’re my present?” he teasingly asks.
“I have to give you your actual present first before we get to that. You deserve something rewarding for being the best husband in the world. Now, close your eyes.”
He smirks at that last sentence, “Kinky are we?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, “Jae please. Just do it.”
“Fine, fine. Closing my eyes now.”
He does as he’s told as Ana quietly peaks her head out of your bedroom and walk towards you. You stand up next to her as you try easing your nerves.
YOLO you thought to yourself.
“Open your eyes Jae.” He opens his brown eyes and is confused to see Ana standing next to you.
“Um? Okay?”
“Your lovely wife here thought we would surprise you for your birthday this year by doing something you both would like to experience together.”
Still not understanding Ana, he looks at you for help. “What is she talking about?”
“Well you know how we talked about fantasies and such? Well I thought I’d do just that for your special day.”
Jaehyun thinks he knows what you’re talking about, but it wasn’t until it was confirmed when Ana stands behind you and starts touching. She pushes your hair to one side and kiss your neck tenderly, her hands roaming around your chest and landing to massage your breasts. As she does this, you make eye contact with Jaehyun communicating through your eyes somehow.
Ana takes off your jacket and unzips your dress. When the dress falls around your feet leaving you only in your bra and underwear, Jaehyun’s jaw tightens. He wishes he could touch you at this very minute, but he was so hypnotize from what’s happening in front of him.
Ana turns you to face her and tells you to relax with a comforting smile. She brings her face closer to you and kisses you gently before tongues were in the mix. You can taste her cherry chaptick on your lips as she brings your bodies closer together becoming one. You get lost in the moment as you start to enjoy kissing your friend and soon your hands have a mind of their own. You take off her jacket and tug at her shirt to pull it off. She trails kisses down your jaw to your chest and you look at your husband who now has a full hard on.
You lightly moan when Ana teases your nipple over your bra and Jaehyun’s eyes follow her every move on you.
“Jaehyun, do you like what you see?” she asks breathlessly.
“This is so fucking hot.” He immediately responds.
Ana unhooks your bra before turning you to face Jaehyun as she begins to suck on your hard nipple and her hand massages the other. She lets go with a loud pop and looks at Jaehyun, “She’s so sensitive isn’t she?”
All he could do was nod at her statement before she repeats her actions to the other breast. The feeling of her tongue and the look on your husband’s face, you swear you could cum right there. Ana once again lets go with a loud pop before sitting down next to Jaehyun in only her bra and panties.
“Y/N, I want you to get on your knees in front of your man.” Ana demands.
You do as you’re told and sit there waiting for your next action. Ana gets closer to Jaehyun’s ear and whispers, “She’s such a good submission isn’t she.”
“You have no idea.” He responds back as his hooded eyes stays on you.
“Undo his pants slowly.” Ana continues.
You undo his pants slowly making sure your hand brushes over his hard length. Your mouth waters just by the fleeting touch and can’t wait to have a taste of it.
“Take off his boxers slowly like a good girl.” Once you do that and his cock is exposed she tells you, “Now, give his big cock kisses it deserves.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You grab his heavy and beautiful cock and give it kisses up and down his shaft. You hear Jaehyun breathe deeply and you know he’s trying to control himself and not let the beast out just yet. Ana begins to give him kisses along his face down to his collarbone. She tugs at the end of his shirt for him to take it off and he does. Once that is off, she continues to kiss his abs down to his happy trail until she is kneeling next to you.
Jaehyun’s hand has a mind of its own as they both hold onto each of you.
“Put him in your mouth now.” Ana says lustfully.
You slowly put him in your mouth feeling every ridge of vein as he goes further down your throat. Jaehyun whispers a low fuck in the process knowing how much he loves it when you suck him off slowly like this. What he didn’t expect was for Ana to hold your head down while you deep throat him causing tears to form in your eyes as you make eye contact with him. He couldn’t help but buck his hips into your mouth loving the sensation of your warm mouth and the sound of you gagging around his cock. .
What he also didn’t expect was once you come up for air, you offer Ana to have a taste.
“Are you sure Y/N?” both he and Ana ask at the same time.
You’re too horny to think about anything and just nod your head.
Ana slowly puts him in her mouth as she slowly begins to bob her head.
Jaehyun couldn’t believe this was happening to him right at this very second.
While she was busy doing that, you come up to Jaehyun to kiss his neck as you both watch Ana suck on his dick. You swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever encountered. Jaehyun turns your attention back to him as he kisses you deeply and one hand massages your breast. Getting an idea pop into your head, you break the kiss and go back to sit next to Ana.
While she sucks his dick, you massage his balls and that action itself makes Jaehyun rolls his eyes to the back of his head in ecstasy. You suck on his balls lightly before teasing him again. Ana chuckles when she notices what you’re doing sending the vibrations straight to Jaehyun’s spine.
She comes up for air and grabs your head to bring it back to her and kiss you. Jaehyun opens his hooded eyes in time to see your tongues playing with each other. As if you both have the same mindset, you both bring your faces in front of his angry cock and tease it with your tongues on both sides of his length. You both get into the same rhythm of going up and down his shaft with your tongues and meeting at his tip to exchange saliva and kiss each other with tip in both of your mouths.
“Fuck this is so fucking sexy.” He breathlessly says.   
You smile love knowing that he loves it as Ana signals you to repeat the motion. After a few more, you put him back in your throat for him to fuck your throat as Ana sucks on his sack. Jaehyun couldn’t handle it anymore. He was a moaning mess and bucking his hips more rapidly into your mouth.
“Fuck I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck.” You feel his cock twitch and you pull off his dick as Ana joins you in waiting for his warm cum to hit your faces. A second later, he finally releases his long and warm load on your tongues and faces.
Once he comes back from the heavens, you look at Ana and quietly start laughing. You really can’t believe you three just did that. Still being a newbie at this, you didn’t expect Ana to grab the back of your head to bring it closer to her face as she sticks out her tongue into your mouth as you both share and mix Jaehyun’s come.
Seriously, he is the luckiest man alive because even though he just busted a load, he is getting harder again just watching you make out with a girl and sharing his come.
“This is the best birthday gift ever.” He says lowly enough for you to hear him and you break away swallowing his load and giggling.
You begin to get up to go get cleaned up, but both he and Ana grab onto your wrist preventing you from going anywhere.
“Where are you going?” he asks teasingly.
“To get cleaned up?” you say unsure, but all Jaehyun does is shake his head as he makes eye contact with Ana. Something in that look communicated with one another as they both had the same idea in mind.
“We’re not finished though.” Ana says gleefully as she begins to tug on your wrist.
“We-we’re not?” you swallow thickly knowing full well what they meant.
“We’re just getting started baby.” Jaehyun says as his other hand pats the seat next to him on the couch. You get up from your knees to sit next to him as Ana kneels closer to you and begin to tease your skin. You could feel your wetness gushing out of your aching core.
Jaehyun gently grabs your chin to kiss you deeply, “You did such a great job baby. You’re really the best wife ever.”
“Anything for you my love. Happy birthday.” You whisper to him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he whispers back.
You feel Ana beginning to leave love bites up your leg to your inner thighs as she gets closer and closer to your core. You sigh in satisfaction as you begin to moan loudly when she finally gets to your much needed throbbing core.
Indeed, the night is just beginning.  
516 notes · View notes
cryptidclaw · 3 months
Note
hi ..! sorry to um bother you but you made a map of your clans territories a few days ago its reallyyy cute your art is so nice by the way <- not flattery just saying things. well you drew the map in a really clear Easy to Understand way and i was wondering if you had any tips on that ? ive always struggled trying to think of how the territories can fit together yknow its hard for me to visualize exactly how they all work ..
I can try to give some advice tho this was the first time I tried drawing a map so it was really just trial and error heh 😅
Layout wise:
It took me VERY long to figure out how I wanted the territories to fit together. What I did was make a rectangle frame and then I sketched a lot of different ideas of the border lines and layouts for a while to figure things out!
The main things I thought about were: which clans need to border eachother for the plot? Ex: i needed Roar, Sing, and Growl to border Whisper! I then planned around that! I also thought about the clan's relationships to eachother and to the land, like I knew I wanted Singing to be friends with Weeping do I put them next to eachother. And I knew I wanted Singing to center around the river so I placed them so the river went right thru their territory!
It takes a lot if trial and error but I got there eventually!
Style and readability wise:
I went through a few different versions of what style I wanted, but I settled on it being more representative rather than super size accurate. I think this helped with giving it some whimsy while also making is easier to read!
For example: I made the mountain really tall and pointed, would that actually make since size wise? Probably not, but it helps show the viewer the vibes of the territory and the difference between it and the other clans' territories!
I also used a lot of simplified items , like the trees are all one blob shape with little sticks on the bottom, this was so the map wasn't too busy and you could see the basic shape of where the forests were.
I also left out small things like extra little shrubs or trees to keep things less busy as well, like there are probably a few more plants in Whisper, Roar, Growl and Echo territory but I left it more flat and plain so things stayed simple and easy to read!
I also used the different color pallets of each clan to color each of the territories, which helped in keeping each separate and showing where each clan border is! Not very realistic but who cares it helps with labeling!
Idk if any of this is helpful, but this is what I got hehe
76 notes · View notes
daisymylove · 1 year
Text
I sincerely don't know if Im alone on this one, so I want to know what yall think. Again, I may get some heat for this, but it’s my honest opinion.
Something I noticed in my reread is that I grew a slight dislike for lucie in chot, and as someone who had always previously rooted for her, I’m currently annoyed at myself.The thing is, Lucie IS a very privileged and sheltered girl.She was born into a wealthy, loving family and, because of her apparent “normalcy”, never suffered the brunt of the shadowhunter prejudice like Tessa and James.
None of this is a problem in itself, but my point here is that there were always other people protecting, thinking and worrying for her, so I think not only she never realized how precarious her family’s position actually was, but also has no true understanding of consequences and how the “real world” works.She knew in some level that what she was doing regarding jesse was dangerous, but was never truly afraid of repercussions, bc unconsciously she knows there will be someone to catch her . And while I do like to see a character become aware of its own privileges along the narrative, there’s no growing here.She finished the book without ever realizing it, because everything was just SO easy and convenient, and that bothers me greatly.
In all fairness, how could she? she does whatever she wants with no consequences.
I feel so conflicted bc while I actually cheered when she brought jesse back in choi, and always shipped them, I find the outcome of her actions to be low-key infuriating.Lucie wasn’t willing to give Jesse up, but also never seriously considered giving up her comfortable life to start over with him somewhere.That ludicrous and set to fail jeremy blackthorn plan wasn’t even her idea, it was the people around her finding a way to fix her “mistakes” to save all of their asses from jail.
Lucie could’ve had her marks stripped, her father could’ve lost the institute, it could’ve costed Tessa’s life.Those guys had been waiting 25 years for the slightest opportunity to pounce on her, does anyone seriously believe they wouldn’t all automatically think the warlock mother was involved? How come there was some major necromancy going on under her roof and she had no idea?  we know she didnt, but still   All of this was severely downplayed and there was little to no conflict regarding it, and anyone can correct me if im wrong, but none of that ever dawned on lucie.She never fully thought about how her family would be implicated, and nobody brought that up to her.Zero confict just chill, I guess this is our life now .Dont get me wrong, I dont want that shitstorm to actually happen,I just wanted her to become AWARE of it
 she literally brought home this complete stranger to them all (we know jesse, the characters dont) that was 8 years her senior (it doesnt matter his body was frozen for 7 years, mentally jesse is 24), Tatiana’s son, and had been dead up until last tuesday, but nobody save perhaps jessamine, and god it pains me to agree with jessamine had a problem with that.Instant acceptance, no resistance, no objections at all.All it would take for that lie to crumble would be ONE trial by the sword at any point of their lives and everybody was as chill as chicken joe from surfs up
Her fight with Cordelia pissed me off too. Lucie meddled on something she had no right and no knowledge of,and demanded things of Cordelia without even being willing to hear her out. ”oh the poor thing is suffering so much bc of you, why can’t you just take him back?” GIRL, FOR ALL SHE KNOWS, UNTIL A WEEK AGO, HOME BOY WAS SWEARING UNDYING LOVE AND BURNING DOWN MANORS FOR GRACE BLACKTHORN. 
WE know poor james was ensorcelled and fighting it, but what was cordelia supposed to think of it? How dare she assume that Cordelia “took advantage of James going to Cornwal to run away with matthew”? 
The demon of secrets in edom scene was plain ridiculous.”yo I had a childhood crush on your brother, sorry for never telling you, I was embarrassed” is not a big deal.The fact that they needed demonic intervention for THAT so late in the book baffles me
While I do think most characters were severely nerfed on this book and behaved ooc on several occasions (swear to god I have some mild ptsd from all the times cordelia ran and did unhinged things) , my conclusion about Lucie’s arc is that she took her good life for granted, endangered her entire family, didnt grow from the experience, but still got everything she wanted with no consequences or sacrifices.She lost a cousin along the way, but who cares about that guy? what was his name again? Its my understanding that Lucie never even faced a trial.Thats unrealistic and bad writing, if you ask me.When I think it over, the word that comes to me is...spoiled.
And dont get me started on the fact that she found out Malcom was planning on doing full blown necromancy and didnt do anything about it.How that had no repercussions AT ALL still blows my mind.
 The worst part for me is that I genuinely believe Lucie deserved better you know? 
If lucie and cordelia hadnt been allowed to become parabatai, and jesse had received some other minor yet life changing punishment, and we had seen a trial scene I would’ve been satisfied, because at least it wouldn’t have been nothing.
393 notes · View notes
jaylleoo14 · 2 months
Text
I have this little idea to which im gonna incorporate into "To Fathom You"
But where Floyd just acts like a little questionable. Like he just, slips up. And does stupid things and say things without consideration and thought. Like saying something he didnt mean to say out loud and someone is like, "What? Say it again?"
But he only does, says, and acts this way around you. Anything relating to you.
"They're beautiful...."
"Who's beautiful?"
"I said 'they're plentiful,' as in the amount of madol we have Azul."
"Mhm, yes indeed. Certainly, whatever you say Floyd..."
URGHHHHHHHHHH! A shy and in denial Floyd having a big crush on you is too much to bear, especially when so much happens in between the lines of such feelings. How can he stop feeling such a way? These feelings of his, it makes him feel stupid. Plain stupid in love. He hates it, oh so much. He hates you. Hates you so much that when he sees you in the distance laughing and smiling he cant help but want to come over and be that reason youre laughing. He hates you so much that when he wakes up the first thing that comes into his mind is what you could be doing right now. He hates you so much that whenever he sees some pastries he thinks whether or not you may like them. He hates you so much that he wishes you could just be in his arms where he'd squeeze you so indefinitely and butter you up in batches of kisses. He hates you so much that he cant bear the thought of you being with someone else.
Perhaps some trial and error is needed, but no matter what he does to get you off his mind. No matter what he does to rid these feelings of his for you, you come into his thoughts like a gentle piece of fallen flowers on a spring field river.
He's so stupidly in love with you, its quite comical – according to Jade. To think his brother would fall so hard for you, yet in return to his one sided affections only scarce glances are returned. What an enjoyable movie this will become for Jade, and dont forget Azul in the back who is definitely eating his popcorn while this all plays out.
103 notes · View notes
quitealotofsodapop · 3 months
Note
Wukong may have not even meant to tell then about his pregnancy and the reason he had been seeking immortality. Like, he was probably not used to talking to people outside of his newfound family (something he and Sandy have been working on) and the last time he'd probably seen even half of these people was probably either when he was thrown in the Furnace, sealed under the mountain, or dealing eith some other negative event. Be had exactly 0 friendly memories with most of these people who now hold the fate of his long lost mate's soul in the palms of their hands. So he panicked when a bunch of the nobility started digging up his past crimes, all crimes he had been pardoned for by going onto that Journey mind you, and may have been trying to find a way to e plain it when he accidentally blurts out the truth.
Prosecution: Are wr really going to listen to a monkey who caused so much having and destruction!? Who stole the immortality peaches, and wine, and Lao Tzu's own elixir of immortality!? Who attempted to perform a coup!?
Wukong, bit really he was speaking aloud: It's not like I even wanted to actually perform the coup. That was Azure's crazy ass idea, I just wanted the fucking immortality so the cub would be born safely...
Prosecution: ...What cub?
Wukong *The most guilty and horrified look as he realizes the entire court had heard him*: Oh shit...
Referencing.
Wukong forgot from years of semi-isolation to keep his thoughts to himself. The gasps and loud arguing that erupted amongst the court was almost deafening.
Luckily the Monkey King's mate was too shocked to stay tight-lipped as he normally would;
Macaque, from the prisoner dock: "That's why you were collecting immortalities!? Peaches, why didn't you tell me?"
Wukong: "Because I knew you'd try stopping me if I told you!"
Macaque: "DAMN STRAIGHT I WOULD'VE! Having the cub could still kill you! I don't want to have to choose between you and our infant!"
Wukong, emotional: "I had already experienced half an eternity without you Plums... I thought if I could have this baby, I'd at least be able to tell them the stories of The Hero and the Warrior in your stead ."
Macaque: *stuttering with a deep blush* "Y-you remembered my plays...?"
Wukong, smiling fondly: "It was always the troops' favorite story. You tell it better than I ever could though."
Macaque: *too in-love to comment* ( *///•)
The Gods and Celestials: *surprised/aww'd telenovela noises*
Gold Star (judge): *has to quickly call for order less the arguing continues and derails the trial*
Everyone present in the court room is immediately fixated on the defence. It's literally the most interesting thing they've seen/heard in milennia.
58 notes · View notes
words-of-wolf · 25 days
Text
Content warning: this post contains mentions of wolves hunting other animals, and some thoughts on the subject. Nothing I'd consider graphic, but I know it can be sensitive for some folks so I thought I'd warn beforehand!
Hhh, it's a bit hard to know where to start with getting back into writing about my experiences.
It's not that I don't have anything to say - it's the opposite! There's so much I'd like to share. I've always loved talking about my experiences... maybe a bit self-indulgent, but I like to think it can help other folks too, and I've gotten many interesting conversations out of it in the past, so no regrets!
Can't imagine I'll be posting big things like this frequently, but I'll happily answer questions and chat too. ^u^
So... right now, what I've decided I'd like to write about is some of the, I guess kinda fundamental aspects of my identity as a wolf therian.
It's interesting in a way, because there are so many wolves around - there's a lot of people to compare experiences against! I guess, if you have a rare kintype, or a kintype that's varied enough that your individual variation of it is rare (like dragons) - it might be hard to imagine that a wolf would struggle to find other people they relate to. But then, well: there's me.
I don't think anyone's nonhuman experiences are wrong. I don't think anyones' are "superior" either; it's just about who you are as an individual, what feels right and comfortable to you. I just wanted to get that across! Cause what I'd like to talk about does involve some comparison between my feelings and the things I've seen expressed by other wolf therians, and I wouldn't want it to be read as me saying my way of being as any better than anyone elses' (it's not).
During my time in the kin and therian communities (which, I first encountered over ten years ago now, but my activity has been very on-and-off since I reached adulthood) I've met so, so many wolf therians. It's... hmm, complicated for me, in a way? Because I felt very isolated, especially when I was younger, and I felt like wolf therians were supposed to be "my people". But really, I could count on both hands how many wolves I've met that I really related to on any level.
And the reason for that is the same now as it's always been: for a lot of wolf therians, being a wolf seems to be a kind of violent, bloodthirsty identity. The "predator" feeling is strong; there's some affinity for the thrill of the kill, the violence of it all.
That's not a bad thing. It's not wrong! But my experience has been... very different from that.
My perception of wolfhood isn't really "red in tooth and claw" like that. It's more... simple. Not peaceful really - life as a wolf is full of trials and strife - but the violence never felt defining for me. In terms of personal importance, the feelings of wanting to hunt, to fight, to bite and maim... I'd be lying if I said they were entirely absent, but they were always tertiary to things that seemed far more present and central.
I think a big part of that is... well, for context, I believe my wolf identity is linked to a past life. Yeah, stereotypical, I know! But it's genuinely what I experience; I do remember that life, or at least aspects of it. And those memories influence a lot of my experiences in my current life as a wolf-person.
The thing that strikes me most when I compare my own perspective on wolfhood to the ideas often expressed by other wolf therians, is that to me, hunting wasn't violence. It couldn't be violence.
Why? Because I just plain didn't realise that the deer and other animals we killed were living things.
There was no... room to even consider that idea. I didn't know that the deer I drove to exhaustion felt pain and terror, same as I did. I just knew I was hungry and it was food.
It's a strange thing to consider, isn't it? People talk a lot about "what makes us human". I don't think there's any one thing that does. But if I were to point to one of the most jarring, and one of the most utterly sacred parts of being human to me, it would be the ability to connect emotionally with other species.
Humans are not unique for doing that. And maybe there's some animals a wolf could come to see as an individual, in the way I would've seen another wolf. But a deer would never be that. Which contrasts strangely with me, now, as a human: where I can love pigs, and care about their welfare and treatment, but still enjoy some bacon or a porkchop. That can conflict, sometimes, yeah - but from a wolf perspective, that would be incomprehensible. At least, from my experiences it would be.
And if you remove the idea of violence from hunting, suddenly a wolf's life doesn't seem very violent at all. The act of hunting and killing prey animals felt no more violent to me, than when I cook up a steak for myself now. To someone, that would be violent, but to me it's just a steak - y'know? I know the steak comes from a cow, but that fact brings me neither grief nor pleasure. It's just kinda how the world is and I'm mostly okay with that.
The act of hunting was, I'd say, something I enjoyed as a wolf. I loved the chase. It was fun. Taking down prey could be scary; even a deer is dangerous when cornered and desperate. But the thing with nature is that it makes what you have to do to survive feel desirable: so risking my life for a meal felt thrilling, in a way, and a full belly afterwards was satisfying, and comforting, and a relief from the usual gnaw of hunger.
Hunting's only a small part of being a wolf, though. Even setting aside all the attempted hunts that fall through before you even get into a full sprint.
A lot of wolf life focuses on territory. In some places, it's a very intense, almost war-like conflict; constant, bloody, often fatal. Not always, though. It depends a lot on the intensity of the ecosystem you live in: a place with lots of prey attracts lots of wolves, who then compete for access. If the prey's more spread out, the wolves are more spread out too... and an area of land feels less worth dying for when you've got so many others to search.
Me and my pack were one of the latter varieties. Territorial conflicts were rare, for us; I don't recall any specifically. We patrolled, we marked our space. Territorial disputes were something I was aware of, I think - if I saw a trespasser I certainly would've acted with aggression - but it just wasn't a common occurrence.
So my experience of being a wolf didn't feel like it was defined by violence much. It didn't feel bloody and raw. I could see myself in the image of a wolf that snarls, maybe, but moreso I see myself in the image of the wolf that sleeps, or - perhaps most of all - the wolf that wanders.
And that's what existence as a wolf was, and is for me! It's wandering. It is the neverending search. Even when you find what you need, the relief can't last long - you need to move on soon, you need to seek again soon, because it won't be long before your empty belly's gnawing at your insides again. It wasn't ever a life of violence, it was a life of travel, for the good and the bad of it: for the new sights and new smells and new opportunities; for the exhaustion, the uncertainty, the sore paws and aching muscles.
And the restlessness. The need to keep moving. Keep going. Keep searching, always searching.
But, of course, that's still not the centre piece of the puzzle. Because that could only ever, of course, be the pack.
This is something I'll probably dedicate time to writing about all on its own, because I have such deep feelings about "the pack" as a concept, and also about my pack, who I lived for in my last life.
But I will say that all of my deepest, most vivid, and most impactful memories... they're not of the hunt, they're not about territory or conflict or hunger. What I remember most richly is the love I felt for my pack. It's a feeling I can't quite find it in me to explain; sometimes I wonder if the reason I identify as loveless in this life, is simply because no love I've ever felt as a human could compare to what I felt as a wolf.
I think there's a kind of synergy between the simple mind of a wolf, and the feelings a wolf experiences: in the quiet of an animal's mind, emotions seem so much stronger, so much more vivid somehow. I feel that even now, when I have a mental shift, and the logic and reason falls away - all that's left is emotion and physical senses, and they paint a picture so, so bright.
And those past life memories that I hold dearest, they have a similar quality to them... to curl up with my family after a long day of travel. Or listen to their happy snores as we all sleep off a full belly. And playing with the pups... I was a very fun wolf-uncle. And those pups were my joy, light of my whole life! <3
So... yeah. That's what being a wolf is to me.
It's not the only way to be a wolf. It's not the "right" was vs anyone else's "wrong". This is just what wolfhood is to me personally. Maybe other wolves will see something of themselves in this, maybe not! Either way, I appreciate the time you took to read my rambling. It feels nice to carve out a place in my life again where I can really talk about this stuff. c:
51 notes · View notes
simonezitrone79 · 5 months
Text
The Movie "Stairway to Heaven"- Analogies, references and a big question about a book
I'm pretty sure not the only one watching the movie, because the poster is seen in the opening credits and in Maggie's record shop.
Tumblr media
And I'm not the only one writing about, but there are so many similarities and hints and questions in the end, I need to tidy up my brain and put some stuff on my shelf. Maybe I thought to much about, but I'm sure, I'm not alone with it. It got longer than expected, so just skip to my questions and conclusions in the end. Feel inspired to some more ideas and theories, I'm looking forward. And I really recommend the movie, if you like classical old movies.
The british movie has been published in 1946 with the original title "A matter of life and death" with the background to tighten the transatlantic friendship between Great Britain and the USA after WWII. "Stairway to Heaven" is the US-title, which was obviously the more appropriate choice to use in GO 2. The stairway in the movie is a real masterpiece for stage design in the 40's and really remembers me of the opening credits of GO 2, where our husbands lead the humans up the hill to heavens gate (according to Amazon's explanation forcast to the 2nd coming). But the stairway is too much of a typical element for movies including heaven and god to put too much emphasis on it.
So first, for everyone who didn't watch (yet) a short summary of the plot.
The plane of pilot Peter Carter gets shot over the English Channel at the end of WWII. His crew already left the plain, his radio operator is dead and his parachute ripped. Before he jumps off the plane he has radio contact to US radio operator June based at the english shore. While they talk, they fall in love.
Peter leaves the plane and suprisingly survives. Je gets washed ashore close to Junes Base. Thinking he's dead and in heaven searching for the right was he randomly meets her. But Peter should've died, Angel Nr. 71 misses him due to the english fog at the shore.
So the angel ist send down to earth to take Peter to heaven. He denies with the argument, that by reason of extra time given on earth, the circumstances completely changed because he has fallen in love. He wants a trial to get a chance to stay an earth and heaven agrees in the end.
He tells June about the Angel and she asked her friend Dr. Reeves to have a look at Peter. After talking to Peter the doctor assumes a cerebral trauma and advises an operation.
On the way to hospital the doctor dies of a motorcycle accident and so becomes Peters lawyer in heaven, where they have to prove, that Peter's love to June is true. Brain surgery and trial happen simultaneously in the movie. With the help of the doctor, the angel and in the end June, he wins the trial and survives the surgery.
Analogies
The plain white, sterile heaven, where the soldiers died in action arrive in the beginning of the movie immediately brought the GO heaven to my mind. Just an empty room with a waiting bench for the incoming soldiers in it. Exept the soda machine.
Then there's the bureaucracy in heaven. Heaven's filling thousands of books and folders with the people arriving, doing a balance sheet every day without a mistake for thousands of years. Till that day, the Angel missed Peter. Heaven sends him to take Peter to heaven and in the beginning he's doing everything, even tricking Peter and I'm sure because of being afraid of paperwork. And maybe of the chief angel, kind of archangel Michael.
The Angel No. 71, a former Aristocrat who had been beheaded in french revolution, really reminds me of Aziraphale. He likes earth, especially the colors in contrast to heaven and as a former human being understands human love. What started with tricking Peter back to heaven ends in helping his lawyer to win the trial and leave Peter in earth together with June. Maybe all that's because the movie is one of Michael Sheen's favorites.
For heaven the love between Peter an June is a love that must not be, that just happened because of some irregularities in heaven. And for them it's fake, just a cause for Peter to stay on earth. For the prosecutor (who was the first US soldier to in be killed in the war of independence by an englishman) a love between a women from the US and an englishman is not possible but in the end love triumphs over heaven.
References and foreshadowing
So is there any connection between the movie and GO that helps us to cope with the last fifteen and how the story will go on?
First, the trial. Some of us were wondering, if GO's heaven will be tricked and defeated in the end by it's own bureaucracy. Maybe with the help of Muriel, who, as a scrivener, proved at the Job episode that she can read and understand contracts. In the movie the trial is changed in favor of Peter by a trick of his lawyer, who defeats the prosecutor with his own arguments.
Then, the movie plays in two realities, one on earth and one (maybe) in Peters head /in heaven. Until the end it's not really solved what has been real or just a dream. And there are time stops, always the Angel appears on earth to talk to Peter. We all know about the irregularities in GO, the hall clock with a leap in time in the end, different times on Crowley's watch and his mobile phone and all the missing moments and logical gaps in the last fifteen.
My personal "Vavoom" was the moment, when June is asked to prove her love to Peter by dying in his stead and go to heaven. So she steps on the stairway and slightly goes up. By this, it was demonstrated to the court that their love was real so Peter wins the trail and both go back to earth. Our beloved husbands are separated in the end too, because both tried to prove their love. One ist going to heaven. But unfortunately, we had a cliffhanger at that point and have to wait for the happy end (of which I'm sure it will be a happy ending).
But Good Omens would not be Good Omens if there wasn't a big question in the end. It's about a book.
The Angel loves playing chess and borrows a book from Peter and takes it to heaven. It's "My best games of chess 1908-1937" by Alexander Alekhine. The fandom surely knows, that this is the book Jimbriel experiences gravity with. But why? Where's the connection?
When the Angel recognizes that he forgot to return it to Peter, when he got back to earth again, he throws it down to earth. June finds it in Peters jacket at the end of the movie. It's a sign that both realities were true.
That fits Gabriel dropping the book. But has there been something important dropped to earth? Some of us assume the book of life.
Is it really so simple, that heaven moves all the figures on the chessboard of life after their fancy to fulfill some ineffable plan?
I hope the solution is not IN the book and I have to go through some games of chess...
84 notes · View notes
hoepieces · 11 months
Text
Hiding In Plain Sight
Hello! This is the second chapter of my new mini series. You can find all the previous and following chapters linked and updated here.
I suggest you listen to Daylight by Harry Styles.
Please don’t forget to give me your feedback!
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff and cursing all through out the series.
Tumblr media
The night of the wedding, Trent spent the whole evening staring at you, completely in awe of how you moved and how you danced, not once able to remove his eyes off of you. He didn’t care that Adam brought up the fact that you were off limits multiple times, he didn’t want to pretend that his words got to him, because they quite frankly didn’t, not once did Trent feel like anything Adam said was going to stick, he wanted you and he was going to try no matter the consequences.
When the wedding was coming to an end, and after many trials of some one on one dancing with you, Trent lost hope, moving back to his seat to admire your restless self again. It was very special, the way you didn’t rest or take a break once, moving from table to table, getting everyone to dance and move along with you, it looked like you were the life of the party and he couldn’t help but feel his crush grow more and more.
That night he went home, thinking about you and how you would’ve looked leading him and Adam around, posing with them for pictures and showing them around the tiny city. He didn’t understand why or how you were going to do that, he was under the impression that you weren’t French and lived in Dubai, so to him, it was a mystery but it served towards him seeing you so he didn’t dare question it.
The following day he woke up, excited to meet you, he fantasized about what you would wear, if he would get to see a bit more of your skin, or if he would see you wearing a white flowy dress. He wanted to see you in every possible scenario and if it were up to him, he’d just stare at you every single moment of the day. To Trent, being so open and sociable wasn’t something he was used to, but with you it came so easily, and no matter what he wanted to keep your company, even when he felt his own body trying to send him into an introverted break.
Y/N is coming to pick us up in an hour
she’ll take us to a cool breakfast place
get ready
Trent stared at his phone screen, smiling wide like an idiot, seeing your name pop up in the text Adam sent him. It immediately dawned on him that your cousin would be around and would be completely pissing him off, the thought of Adam calling you off limits for the hundredth time annoyed Trent, because it reminded him that Adam was around you, and that he wasn’t going to have as much fun as he wanted while talking to you. He got up to get ready, excited to leave his hotel with the amazing view of the Mediterranean, just to go see you and be able to speak to you. He hurried to the shower, scrubbing all his skin clean hoping you would accidentally touch his arm or maybe link your hands in his to not lose him in the crowds.
His smile was stretched across his face, looking at himself in the mirror with so much joy, like a kid sleeping next to his first day of school outfit. It was insane to him how you managed to make him feel as giddy as a schoolboy. When he picked an outfit, he hoped you would be wearing white, so that you’d be both matching. He thought of how cringey it was and sounded, but he didn’t care, he pulled the tan cargo shorts out and the white shirt he loved too much, pairing them together and hoping you would wear some similar attire. It didn’t even sound close to normal to his usual self, but he felt like being around you was going to uplift his game, he felt like all of his introverted thoughts and ideas would be thrown out the window and he didn’t mind it.
*
When you pulled up in the car and saw them walking towards you, a big smile grew on your face, Trent was wearing almost the same palette as you, your white summer dress and your tan sandals matching perfectly with his tan cargo shorts and his white shirt, it made you giggle at how cute you two must look walking together. You shook the cringey thought out of your mind, waving at them as they stepped closer to your car.
“For someone who doesn’t even live here, you sure seem to know how to get around.” Adam said before getting in the front seat, you assumed he was talking about the car you managed to rent on such a late notice.
“Pretty privilege is just something you’ll never experience.” You teased, looking back at Trent who was already laughing and nodding his head.
“She’s not wrong Adam.” Trent shoved your cousin’s shoulder, chuckling at his immediate sour face.
“Rule of thumb Trent, I’m never wrong.” You said with the greatest amount of cockiness. You watched him nod as he hummed in approval, swallowing your big ego.
“So where are you taking us?” Adam said as he played with his sunglasses, cleaning them with the fabric of his shirt.
“The other day I had breakfast at this great lowkey spot, it has a good view and it’s severely good.” You hummed the words out, focusing on the road as much as you could, your eyes begging to stare at Trent’s face that was decorated with his big pair of sunglasses.
Silence fell on the group and you started thinking, what if Trent was just a flirty person? Adam mentioned he played for the Liverpool team and it immediately took everything in you not to groan out loud at yourself for forgetting to look him up. You didn’t want to make the assumption but a handsome footballer like him, he must have been ran through, and it made you think he must be seeing you as the fruit of the season.
After a while of driving in silence, everyone’s minds racing at their respective paces, you arrived at the tiny bistro you tried the other day. It was a little further south and you could see a clearer view of the Mediterranean, the air was crisp and you loved the atmosphere and how it took the idea of Trent being a womanizer off your mind.
Once inside, you immediately noticed it was relatively empty, with little to no number of customers, which prompted Trent to take off his glasses. You looked at him, only the side of his face visible to you but he still looked as handsome as ever, it didn’t make sense to you. His broad shoulders had the white material clinging onto him in the sexiest way, you could barely take your eyes off him. Adam cleared his throat, moving to a table for you three to be seated, pulling you away from the staring contest you had with Trent’s back muscles.
“I think you should get the croque madame, I had it the other day and it was amazing. Also the truffle fries are to die for here!” You said, looking at the menu for something to drink, already knowing your order.
“As you said, you’re never wrong, I’ll trust you.” Trent said, closing his menu and leaving it on the table.
Adam’s brow cocked, not believing Trent was going to let you, a stranger, pick his first meal of the day. That was something Trent never allowed anyone to do, any suggestions were usually thrown out the window and ignored, but all of a sudden he wasn’t going to bat an eye and absolutely accept a suggestion from you? It sounded absurd to him and he needed to press Trent into answering him.
“Hold on, you can’t have that, it’s got a big egg on top.” Adam said, looking at the menu and then back at an obviously irritated Trent.
“Nah, that’s not an issue.” Trent said, trying to seem convincing, even though the idea almost made him throw up, his hate for eggs was something that he never lived down and Adam knew it.
“Let the boy have his egg Adam, don’t be rude.” You said, once again not removing your eyes off the menu in your hand.
“He doesn’t like eggs Y/N.” Adam said, watching how Trent’s face flushed with disappointment, he didn’t want to shoot your suggestion down and he wanted to make a good impression, but of course, Adam the cockblock couldn’t let him have it.
You dropped your menu on the table in shock, looking over at Trent sat in front of you, not believing someone would be able to hate eggs. “You don’t like eggs?!” You said with clear surprise and a glimpse of disgust.
Your love for eggs was something so deep, never once did you go a meal without at least one egg, so for someone, an athlete too, to claim he didn’t like eggs, it baffled you. Trent looked shocked by your reaction, seemingly worried that he might have offended you in some way.
“I don’t mind them.” Trent said in a very unconvincing tone, trying to play it as safe as he could. You looked at him and then back at Adam, trying to understand what was happening.
“Hates them.” Adam said with a smug smile on his face, looking back at you, Trent’s sigh was heard loudly making you laugh.
“It’s alright, you can get whatever you want really, everything is really good here.” You laughed, sliding him his menu again.
Trent rolled his eyes, insisting he was going to get the croque madame like you. He wanted to glue Adam’s mouth shut, but it truly pissed him off that he had to eat the egg on top of the sandwich. He didn’t care, he weighed out the options in his brain, either a disgusting egg on a relatively good sandwich that you seemed to love, or let you down and order something you didn’t suggest. It seemed stupid and dramatic, but he didn’t want to take any wrong moves or steps while dealing with you, constantly worrying about how he could be in your good books.
After a hellish meal and an hour spent staring slyly at you, Trent mentioned that he wanted to go to the beach as he claimed that he didn’t get the chance to cool off and properly tan. It was an obvious lie that Trent prayed Adam wouldn’t catch on, he had been tanning his ass off in Ibiza before stumbling to Marseille for the wedding. Trent just wanted to stay in a peaceful setting with you, and preferably ogle at your exposed skin glowing in the sun, he just didn’t want to admit it to himself yet.
When he learnt that you actually had plans of taking them to a serene secret place you stumbled on near their hotel to tan yourself, his heart felt at ease knowing he was for sure going to have some alone time with you, with Adam’s definite swimming session on the horizon. The whole drive back to the hotel, Trent was thinking of how he was going to shoot Adam’s offer to swim with him down, he already knew how his friend got around the water, never ever denying himself a good swim, and as much as Trent wanted to drop in the cool sea, he couldn’t pass up on the rare opportunity to hang around you without Adam’s intruding self.
*
After grabbing Trent and Adam’s swim trunks, you walked with them to the tiny corner that was empty, a little 20 minutes walk by the beach near the end of where their hotel borders were. The water was a clearer color of blue and it didn’t have a pack of people every few steps, so it truly was a win for the entire group.
You laid down your towel before sliding your sandals out of the way and taking off your dress. You didn’t know why you suddenly felt hotter than before, but you had a good guess, it was either the sun rays reaching new parts of your skin or Trent’s burning gaze on your newly exposed body. The navy blue bikini you picked was definitely a good choice, and if you could bet on anything, it was that Trent agreed as well with the way his eyes didn’t move off you.
“Come on Trent, I think we can swim a bit further with the waves this calm.” Adam said, stretching his limbs as he looked at the water.
“Rude, aren’t you going to ask Y/N to come with?” Trent said with sass, rolling his eyes at his friends and secretly praying you would shoot Adam’s offer down.
“Nope, I know my cousin, she never gets in the water before tanning for at least half an hour. Come on.” Adam slipped out of his shirt and slides, looking back at a hesitant Trent.
“No bro my calf is still hurting, I might have to sit this one out.” Trent lied, avoiding eye contact with Adam as to not give away his lie. His calf did hurt but that was a couple days ago, he surely didn’t have any issue with flopping in the water like a dolphin, but he wanted to stay with you and get to know you more without a chaperone.
Adam seemed to have bought Trent’s gimmick, choosing to leave him back with you as he jogged towards the water. A sigh left Trent’s lips, leaning back on his towel with his shirt off.
“He isn’t that bad, yes he’s annoying but he can’t possibly be that annoying.” He heard you joke beside him, referencing his loud sigh.
“I guess he isn’t that bad, but I can’t properly speak to you with him around, you know?” Trent chuckled, letting out a blunt response that he couldn’t keep in for longer.
“Wow. You can comfortably stare now that he’s gone.” You laughed at him, spraying your sunscreen and avoiding his gaze that you knew was focused on you.
“I can do that while speaking to you though, where do you live?” He got straight to the point, not wanting to waste any moment of peace that Adam gave you.
“Dubai. Do you always ogle your friends’ cousins?” You countered with sass, turning your neck to face him.
“Just the pretty ones. What do you do?” He smiled at the sun, face looking up at the sky with closed eyes.
“You’re really living up to that footballer reputation, huh?” You said as you laid back on the towel, relaxing in the sun.
“I’m different, I stay at home most of the time and I don’t like having several girls on my arm, just a pretty smart girl who can make me laugh. Preferably someone who works your job.” Trent fought back in the most nonchalant way, still flirting smoothly with you.
The comment made you laugh, a footballer who stayed at home most of the time and didn’t like having a plethora of girls on his arm was something you found hilariously unbelievable.
“I’m an interior designer. You like those?” You challenged, knowing he was going to say something stupid like how he owned a house and that somehow meant you had something in common.
“Of course I do, I have a house, you know. Pretty important job you got there.” Trent said with all the confidence in the world, thinking he was being the ultimate flirt, meanwhile he was proving to be very predictable to you.
“Thank you, I’d argue your job is more of an essential though.” You said sarcastically.
“Yeah? Why’s that Dubai?” Trent said, eliciting a smirk from you at the nickname.
“It makes my day to watch hot men running around in shorts.” You giggled almost feeling his smirk even though your eyes were closed.
“You’re welcome then.” Another cocky comment from Trent was made, making you roll your eyes.
“I want my day made, if I ever want long term depression I’ll tune into one of your matches.” Trent chuckled, accepting defeat and laying in silence.
In the twenty minutes Trent shared with you, you both learnt a lot about each other. From your favorite colors, to your favorite teams and hobbies, it was all just fun for the both of you. You learnt that Trent was leaving to the UK in three days, and that he hated the fact you supported Chelsea, those were the two things that rang through your mind. You didn’t want to think of the possibility of Trent not flirting with you in the south of France, getting annoyed with the fact that you lived so far away from him.
After an hour of tanning and half an hour of swimming for you, you all decided to call it a day, no longer wanting to soak in the sun, opting to go relax in a well air conditioned room instead. On your walk back, all you could think of was the fact that in a couple days, you and Trent would be strangers, or best case scenario, might be acquaintances. It wasn’t enough for you, and even though the crush seemed to be mutual, your brain still told you he must have just been acting on his footballer instincts, and was not in fact interested in you. You still wanted to speak to him, laugh and giggle at his bold flirting and appreciate his good jokes, but you would never be able to do that if he wasn’t staying in the south of France with you.
When you arrived at their hotel, you got ready to say goodbye and leave them, sadness washing over your face as you remembered you barely had enough of Trent in those couple of hours.
“You’re coming along tonight right?” Adam asked you, leaning back from your hug.
“What’s happening tonight?” You asked, fixing your sunglasses on your head.
“I was thinking Trent and I could go clubbing or maybe we could go to that beach bar everyone was talking about. You could be our wing woman, please?” Your heart sank at Adam’s words, not believing Trent would be okay to flirt with another woman in front of you, let alone have you be his wingwoman, it felt ridiculous to you, and it felt even more ridiculous how you got so jealous just thinking of the idea.
You looked at Trent, his body moving back in forth a few steps away from you and Adam, speaking on the phone to what you assumed must have been another girl, since it only made sense to your green mind. You felt angry, the thought of Trent being charming with another woman making your stomach hurt a bit. You decided to not let your emotions take over, agreeing to go just to watch and maybe even pick a man for the night to show Trent that interior designers could also play his game. You knew his flirting must have been random and natural to him, but to you it felt a bit more, a man that handsome buttering you up was sadly going to affect your mood and the idea that he might have not cared at all and was just doing it for his own fun, pissed you off, regardless of how tiny his hints and flirting was.
“Sure. I’ll see you guys tonight at 7, we could go grab dinner before going.” You said to Adam as Trent joined you, only catching the butt of the conversation.
“Going where?” Trent asked, looking at you, but you tried to ignore him, slightly feeling angry at what Adam said.
Luckily, Adam was never one to pass up an opportunity to speak, so he turned to Trent to give him the updated plan, telling him that you were going to be their wingwoman. You watched Trent’s face fall slightly at the mention of you being their wingwoman, unbeknownst to you that his stomach flipped at the idiotic suggestion Adam gave. He was angry at Adam for even hinting, let alone confidently dropping the thought of you helping them with girls. Trent got worried at how you must have reacted and how you must have thought of him, with all your funny jabs at footballers ringing in his ear still, he was sure you thought of him as some sort of whore, but he genuinely was interested in getting to know you, not anyone else.
Trent looked back at you, smiling and hoping to read some sort of false confirmation that you didn’t believe Adam’s dumb idea of a night out with them. However, all he could see was a flat face, a face that displayed serious frustration and a glimpse of disappointment and disgust, so he just told you he’ll be seeing you tonight, to which you replied with a nod and a tight lipped smile before turning around and leaving.
“Dude, why would you tell her she could be our wing woman? You’re ruining everything here man!” Trent turned to your cousin, clearly too pissed to filter out that Adam told him you were off limits.
“Ruining what? Bro, I said she’s off limits, there’s no way you’re trying it with my cousin!” Adam argued calmly, almost certain Trent and you would never work.
“Listen, she’s really cool, it’s unfair of you to act like that.” Trent tried to reason with him, treading lightly as to not erupt an argument out of Adam.
“You’ve only known her for a day and a half!” Adam’s confusion bubbled in his voice, raising slightly with surprise at Trent’s ability to push him.
“Fine, I’ll back off, but if she initiates anything, I’m jumping at the chance!” Trent accepted his friend’s stupid rule, faking agreement, knowing fully well he was going to try and get your attention tonight.
“As if. She’s not into famous people, she’s lowkey and doesn’t even like Liverpool.” Adam rudely reminded Trent, but he still didn’t care, pressing on the button to call the elevator, and walking in with questions of how to win you over on his mind.
168 notes · View notes
Note
Told you that you shouldn't play along with my horny deluluism, Ivry. Now deal with the consequences:
I'm in no rush for this one or any other I make, so take the time you need.
Our sugar daddy vampire AU, when they bite her for the first time (whatever is during sex or not it's up to you)
Love you my soulmate 😘😘
I LOVE YOU TOO BABY DOLL 😘♥️
Warnings: Blood, oral (male receiving), fingering, pain, toxins, penetration (female receiving), butt stuff, wounds, double penetration, contracts, vampires, jealousy
Comment: @lyramundana's word is my command. It took a while to finish this because I don't know... lol.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Proud Vampires
The sun had set on the city you were new to, but that didn't mean you were going to sleep. You were alive and ready for the next events of the night. Both of your sugar daddies were holding onto one of your arms, making sure nothing happened to you in the next twenty minutes as you made it back to their elegant apartment.
You always felt so taken care of when they were with you, and tonight was so special that they were extra clingy. Besides the Prada that you were wearing, you had diamonds glamorizing your neck and brought all attention to what you assumed they were most excited about.
After two weeks of them treating you like their baby girl, you were being escorted by them and two guards to sign the paperwork and make it official. Your trial run was so smooth that you felt like you were dreaming the entire time. They were perfect gentlemen and exuded elegance everywhere they went.
As they treated you like their best friend, they continued being the prettiest couple in every room they entered. To the outside world, it was two beautiful gay men in a loving relationship hanging out with their best female friend; that wasn't too far from the truth as far as you were concerned.
But when they confessed to you, at the dark club you had run into them multiple times, that they were also into some kinky shit you got excited.
The two confessed to being vampires.
Being very familiar with the kinky side of sex and the darker scene, you were not phased. Well, that was until they took you into their private booth in the back and Han showed you his fangs popping out of his gums and bit down on his man's neck.
You were intrigued.
And now, you were at their dining room table with lawyers surrounding you and the two men you had grown attached to at the opposite end observing.
The head lawyer explained all the rules and made sure you agreed to each part individually, allowing room for discussion or further interpretation between you and your friends. They were as kind as ever to you, making sure you were comfortable with your allowance, your accommodations at their abode, and how frequently they would be feeding.
Once everything was signed, they took you to the basement for the first feeding. The two gods had showed you this room before. It was mostly deep red and black, to fit the aesthetic of their whole house, but with sterility being key considering the open wounds that would occur and your obvious humanity.
They sat you onto a leather chair, a similar chair to that of a tattoo studio, but much more luxurious. After you were reclined comfortably, they asked you sweetly where you would like the first punctures to be; healing will be pristine but takes a week.
"Let's go big and do my neck first, I know you guys borrowed that necklace for a reason. But if one of you wants to surprise me, that's fine too!" You smiled at the eager men at the mention of the trophy that had adorned your glorious neck. Your outfit was a plain black t-shirt with sweatpants now, one of similar outfits that had been purchased with the idea being they may be one time use.
Minho ushered his beautiful partner to have the first taste. Han didn't fight him at all, as he walked up to your figure and turned your face away for ease of access. He was mesmerized by the way your muscles changed the contour and showed him his target with clarity.
As he sunk in, you at first hissed at the sensation, but soon felt something else overcome you; arousal. When a vampire bites into their victim, there is a toxin that is released from their spit that makes the bitten feel lustful, instead of pain. For ease of consumption and possible murder.
The men had already told you of the effect their saliva has when it goes into someone's blood stream, but that didn't make you anymore overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations that were impacting you currently.
While he took his fill, which wasn't a lot to sustain him for a few days they had mentioned on the contract, you whimpered and felt your back arch off the seat. Your arms had a mind of their own, as they started reaching for your sweats and you tore them off; feeling way too hot from the toxin doing its thing.
As soon as they were at you ankles from all your kicking, Minho took them off the rest of the way for you. You stared him down as you continued squirming. His eyes seemed darker than normal, and you wondered if it was a play of the lighting. But, honestly, he seemed turned on. And was that a semi he was harboring in his leather pants?
There was one last major component of the contract that was flooding your brain now.
'If any of the party develop an attraction towards the other, and is consensual, it is allowed to be enjoyed.'
You had been confused at first, thinking that the men were gay, but they clarified to you right then that they were, in fact, both proud bisexual men that had been known to add anyone to their escapades, regardless of their gender identification.
And now, you were face to face with the devil himself, and wanted nothing more than to go to hell and experience all the dark and fun things they have to offer.
"Min- ughhhh oh god - Min I know you want to touch me. Please do." You groaned lightly as the arousal continued washing over your entire being. As you slowly moved your fingers down your torso towards your legs, the man watching took a few steps to stand above you.
"You want me? Is that the poison in your blood talking, or you?" He wondered as he ran a knuckle over you upper knee, and watched in amusement at your reaction.
You hummed loudly, trying to keep your appearance looking like you were under control. If you were being honest, which this intensity made you feel like you were shot up with truth serum, it was all you, "Come on... Everyone knows how hot you two are, even a blind man would be able to- oh my god Han are you almost done?"
Han laughed from his spot, his nose releasing a huff of air on your neck and sending chills up your spine and making you dizzy, "Baby, I can stop for you if you'd like? I was close."
"OH I'm already close, Ji." You rolled your eyes at the feeling of him removing his fangs. "Why does it feel like you just pulled out?" You squirmed at the emptiness, and the two men both snickered quietly at your reactions still.
"So dirty. Our explicit dinner seems to have no fear of saying what she likes, does she?" Your eyes were squeezed shut and you couldn't process who said what.
The thing that drew you out of your trance, was the feeling of two more fangs sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh. There was no holding back as you released a scream worthy of all horror movies. But there was no mistake if anyone watched your face that you were in pure ecstasy.
"How can I help?" Han asks as he wipes the hair off your sweaty forehead. He looked a little concerned, but more entertained than anything. "You're doing so great, sweetie."
"Just kiss me. I've wanted to taste you since that first night."
He didn't even respond, he just allowed his lips to press into your own eagerly. Minho, from his spot so close to your sex, was watching and moaning in pride at how his partner gave you what you needed after doing the same to you.
Han's lips were just as amazing as you had imagined. And the skills he possessed were something ungodly; having lived for nearly ninety years of what must have been so fun. You were in heaven despite making out with a literal being of darkness.
Both of his hands grasped your neck, allowing him to rub his thumb over your fresh wound he had given you. He released his tongue from your mouth to look at his art, "This is so much better than any hickey a loser had given you before. You look so pretty with it." He gave one long, slobbery lick to it and sent a third wave of arousal to your veins. As Han's lips returned to yours, Minho was working on his own plans.
Unbeknownst to you, Min had grown to love your noises, but wanted to take it to the next level. His hand gave no warning before it began rubbing your cunt over your undies and you immediately released your lips to moan loudly and curl your back off the comfort of your recliner. His palm was fully connected with your clit while he continued sucking and injecting his saliva into your thigh nearby and you thought you were going to faint.
Han took that opportunity to tear open the tshirt you had been wear and start sucking on your tit nearest him. You gasped at the connection, realizing he had not yet retracted his fangs and was grazing them slightly against the sensitive skin. His spit was so cold as he continued groping the other breast and pinching it where he wouldn’t dare bite down right now; fully aware of how stimulated you already were.
As Minho released his teeth from his claimed region he spoke up, “Dearest y/n, you are already more than I could’ve ever imagined. In my 140 years I have never had such pleasure from someone I shared with my beloved. Thankfully for you, I ordered this chair specially for you.” He articulated and punctuated every word with a graceful finger cleaned with his tongue and gracefully showed you what your chair could do.
From beneath the recliner came two leather cuffs that fastened around each of your ankles like a belt. While Han continued his playing, you took all your effort to watch the handsome man at your feet. As soon as he reached under the foot end of the chair, he pulled a crank that began pulling both of your legs apart.
He just kept going and going, testing both the chair and your limits at once. As soon as you were spread at what had to have been close to one hundred and eighty degrees, he stopped and analyzed your struggle with a curious look in his eyes. Han bit down on the soft flesh of your breast to bring you back to him.
“He’ll only do it if you ask nicely.” Han whispered up to you to try and be discreet.
“Shut it, mister. Let her be a big girl and talk when she is most apt to do so. You look so perfect, y/n. You should be happy that in my age I have grown to be a glutton in other departments of life… would you like to see?” You nod your head, still overwhelmed with all of the sexual feelings coursing through your blood stream.
“I need words, my lady. My handsome and foolish love has already given you a helpful hint.”
You could only gulp as you took in your surroundings. But as your eyes wandered the layout of the room, you catch sight of the inhuman bulge that was protruding from Minho’s black boxer briefs; pants somehow discarded in the last couple minutes.
Finally you found the courage and brains to conjure your sentence, “Please, sir. Would you please fuck me already?!” Somehow coming out more needy and demanding than you had planned.
Minho tutted at the uncivilized woman he had let into his life. She may be a mess, but he is willing to deal with it and help her learn how to fit in when necessary in their lives. But right now, he was more concerned about how he was going to fit his cock in.
His long slender digits began working their way into your sopping pussy, two right away and you were back to screaming. You and never been afraid to be loud during sexy, but it must be the venom they added that just riled you up more.
The fingers were eager and working hard immediately. You accepted the stretch he created as he scissored his way deeper into you.
Another finger added.
Han comes back up to meet your mouth with his. Not to shut you up, but just to feel that glorious tongue on his own for a second, “While Minnie is working you open, would you be up for taking mine, doll face?” You nod and he give you a ‘come on’ look. You know what to do.
“Of course, give it here, Han.”
Before Han could place himself close enough to you, Minho added a fourth and you sighed heavily at the stretch between your legs, and Min was speaking up over your calls, "You need to be well stretched, darling. Especially if you will be taking my member, deary." His words distracted you further, drawing you to hold yourself up by your elbows and take in what you were about to be impaled with.
Dear lord. The man at your cunt was both beautiful and overly endowed. And the meat that now hung by your head wasn't anything to take lightly either. Was this a god damn vampire thing, or were these two just extremely lucky?
After you took in the sights, you reached over to Han and pulled his manhood into your eager mouth, wanting nothing more than to please them as much as their feeding had already given you.
The younger vamp was a sight to see as you deep throated him, with small kitten licks and kisses littered between. You were loving the reactions you pulled out of this sugar daddy.
To both of your surprises, you screamed over his cock as Minho wasted no time in fully sheathing himself in your soaking pussy. Han thought he was going to cum form the vibrations and tears that were now streaming down your face, but he held back, wanting nothing more than to continue enjoying both your mouth and the view of his love wrecking your kitty for every other person (human or not) for all eternity.
"Pretty girl, you're taking Min's cock so well. Look at that face he's making. I think he might cum if you clench down-"
"Stop giving her ideas! Focus on your own orgasm and let me have her my own way." Their bickering was always amusing. Han was such a troublemaker; messing with Minho like no one else. But you liked causing trouble yourself. So, you clenched your cunt down on his dick and he moaned out, "Dear lord, the two of you will be the death of my sanity." He chuckled darkly as he flipped you over, with no regard for the other man in the room.
Han whined at the loss of connection and stimulation. While you were being rammed from behind and squealing at the new angle, "I have a better idea, baby." Han continued whining and resituating you, barely giving Minho the time he needed to pull out before your body was being contorted against your will.
You were placed on Han's lap in the same chair you were previously sat upon, facing away form his chest and straddling his hard on. You reached below to place it into your eager hole, but he lifted you up. "Sorry, sweets, but I'm going through the back entrance." And you held your breath as he lowered your ass onto his erection slowly.
Minho eagerly met your eyes and pulled you by the chin to kiss him. They were sweet and a distraction from the quick stretch Han was dealing to you. To make the situation you were in more interesting, Min started reseating himself into your pussy and rubbed your clit at the same time.
The room was your own little world, surrounded by stars and galaxies as you felt yourself losing touch with reality and entering the foggy scene of arousal. Once you fully sat on Han's lap, he lifted your lifeless body up and down himself. You were unsure of how you were taking both men at once, but as Minho continued kissing you, you were sure that this is what heaven must feel like.
As you rocked between the two, fully under their control and using no strength of your own, you felt yourself edging towards your climax. The two of them could hear the rush of your heart rate and knew what to do to get you there. Their paces were speeding up and you were thrown over the edge.
As you screamed louder than you had all night, your muscles clench around both of them and they both released into you.
You were a mess of cum, saliva, blood, and twitched at the release of your orgasm with two beautiful creatures admiring your form.
"I believe this contract will suit all of us splendidly." Min smiled proudly at his two babies that were both heaving. He kissed both of your lips and just continued to look upon you two for a few minutes while he cleaned you both up.
My spooky pookies: @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent
89 notes · View notes
ddarker-dreams · 2 years
Note
Imagine Scara being "cute" just to make "You happy" but then you realize it's just plain creepy and he's like: ... didn't you want this?!?! Wtf?!?!
scaramouche........... calling you something like sweetheart or baby................................................ 😦😦😦😦😦😦😦😦 oh no no no. it sound so gross and icky. condescending too, even if he's trying to be genuine. ewww.
fortunately for your mental health, he can learn from trial and error fairly quickly. unfortunately for your mental health, that doesn't mean he won't take offense to his advances getting lukewarm reception. is he not doing exactly as you requested? acting 'nice' and 'cute'. was this all an elaborate setup on your part to make him embarrass himself? it's amazing how he'll berate your intelligence yet still paint you as this mastermind who foresees ten steps ahead in the game of relationship chess. like pick a side. he vacillates between both extremes and you wish he'd just cut it out so he'd stop ruining every meal you share together.
creepy... hmph... what do you know about creepy? have you seen sandrone's robot arms crawling toward freedom only to get dragged back into her infernal workshop? witnessed columbina humming to some spectral figure no one aside from herself can apparently sense? he's starting to debate dropping you off in their vicinity so you can learn he's far from creepy.
... then he remembers he doesn't like sharing you, and the idea is dropped promptly.
442 notes · View notes
chihirolovebot · 2 months
Note
what would an au where the phys is the mastermind be like? have any thoughts abt this plagued your silly mind?/pos
my silly mind omggggg <3333
mastermind!phys is so . ok i swear i talked about this before but it was definitely awhile ago or maybe in the discord . the idea of mastermind phys is so interesting to me because it sort of reminds me of what they were kinda going for with shirogane ? but to me the downfall of her was that she was too plain and kind of too boring that the impact of her being the mastermind was very much lessened. v3 is the first game that the mastermind is someone who was with them from the start and through the whole game with them and it feels sort of wasted to reduce her to a total tertiary character with zero depth unless u do her fte's ( which virtually nobody did because we were all focused on the actual interesting characters )
mastermind phys reminds me of what i would have liked to see shirogane be. more close personal ties to the main cast and survivors, impact on the trials but not like , ouma or momota levels of impact, just occasionally contributing something very niche and useful and having enough deductive reasoning to show that they're cleverer than the average student but not as much as someone like ouma or saihara . phys' close friends in a mastermind au actually become a little sinister then - saihara, the smartest. chabashira, the strong. kiibo, the audience surrogate. like they're all sort of staged around phys to protect them at all times, because if those people trust you you're basically guaranteed safety.
always a sucker for like . this is so niche but. a character who could in some circumstance be extremely scary and powerful, but in canon is just a very passive peaceful guy who was no interest in confronation. but like the ult physicist could be someone very very scary . phys is extremely smart in their field of knowledge and although their specialty is quantum mechanics, they're very knowledgeable on almost every field of physics. if they wanted to they could do some very scary shit with it . might even be a really cool tie-in to the executions, like , oh phys totally designed and built the set themself, do you like it ??? i built it especially for whoever was being executed!
so thats kind of creepy . i would need a whole new thing to ramble about how this would affect their relationship with ouma .
32 notes · View notes