#too many butts and abs on show /s

[boinin]

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[makeyoumine69]

I Wanna Feel You in My Bones

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Patrick decided to show you how to train more effectively, but he didn't tell you that it would involve sex.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │porn with feelings, oral (both receiving), clothes ripping kink, vaginal sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, body worship, teasing, heavy Daddy kink, mild degradation kink, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names, sensual baby Patrick himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

◥ A/N: I kept this in my drafts for too long! Many thanks to the amazing anon who sent me this request, and my dear @thesirenrealm for the gif set she made for me!💞 Hope you like it! *hugs*

◥ SONG REC: Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes🔥

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Your heavy breathing bounced around Bateman's fashionable living room as you tried your best to finish the damn stomach crunches he asked you to do.

"No, no, Cupcake," Patrick scolded, standing near his audio system and watching you from above. "That doesn't count!"

Huffing, you glowered at him, small droplets of sweat running down your aching abs. "W-what? Why?!"”

“You are slacking off…a lot.” Smirking, he got closer and leaned down to touch your belly.

"Well," you stammered as his cold finger caressed your skin, painting invisible lines across it. "I'm not as physically fit as you."

"That's why you need to work harder," Patrick said, pressing his palm against your stomach and licking his lips briefly as his tantalizing gaze roamed shamelessly over your tense body. "'C'mon, baby. Move!"

Desperately, you let out an exhausted whine before you obeyed and did a few more crunches, feeling your muscles tighten like a string.

"Good girl," Bateman crooned, holding your bent legs to keep you in place. "Keep going, you're almost there."

“You’re not helping!” You muffled as you seemed to reach your limit.

"Really?" A small chuckle echoed in your ears. Shaking his head, Patrick knelt beside you and lifted your hips up to smack your juicy ass. "Next time I won't hold your legs. No one helps me when I work out, you know."

You wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out, but that only encouraged him to drag you closer. And then his powerful arms were already pulling your leggings off, tickling your bare skin a bit.

"Patrick..." you gave him an innocent look, pressing a finger to your half-open lips. "I'm too tired."

Sneering, Patrick exposed your butt, squeezing it with his both hands. “You don’t need to do anything, silly. Not now.”

You gasped as his large palms were still playing with your buttocks, sending shivers down your spine. “G-God…you're incorrigible, m-mhm…”

No matter how weary you were, this man was evoking something primal inside your gut, something that could force your blood to rush in your veins, melting your body like a candle. 

Possessively, Bateman cupped your heated pussy, not surprising how wet you already were. “Did watching me exercising aroused you that much, my slutty girl?” 

Without resistance, he pushed your panties aside and rubbed your swollen lower lips to taste your sweet flavor.

“Ah, Daddy…” You mewled, watching him suckling off his fingers and touching his hard groin. 

Trembling, you could definitely see the outline of his huge dick thanks to the tight gray pants he was wearing. With a quiet growl, Patrick pulled on your leggings way too harshly for just removing them and then, you heard a distinctive sound of ripping fabric.

"W-what are you..." before you could say that, Bateman's muscular hands were already working on tearing your underwear apart, not even paying attention to your angry protests. "Stop! That was my favorite!"

"Leggins or panties?" He laughed in a mocking way, tossing hunks of fabric to the floor and lifting your bottom.

“Both!”

"What a shame," his devilish smile was brighter than the sun, even his slightly sweaty locks couldn't hide it. “But don’t worry, Daddy will get you new ones.”

"But-" an electric shock coursed through your body as his heated mouth touched the delicate skin of your inner thigh, forcing your words to stick like a lump in your throat. "Aa-ahh, Patrick..." 

Shyly, you covered your face with the palm of your hand, feeling the growing tension as he approached your mound. Panting with excitement, Patrick whispered: "Damn, I love the way you get embarrassed," he purred, leaving tiny hickeys wherever he could. "My delicate...mmm-little Cupcake."

After saying that, he greedily moved your hips closer, raising them higher and resting your legs on his broad shoulders, and then he couldn't wait any longer to bury his face between your legs as he began to eat your sleek pussy.

Right away you arched your back from the sharp spasm in your womb, his wet tongue swirling around your blushing clit so perfectly, so masterfully. And of course Bateman knew how good he was making you feel when he heard your sweet, innocent moans that made his cock twitch from how fucking hard it was.

“Pull up your top and play around with your nipples, I wanna watch,” he didn’t ask you–he insisted. “You’re shaking  already, how pathetic.”

Sobbing, you did what he wanted and now you were balancing yourself on the edge of pure bliss, rolling your taut peaks between your fingers while his experienced mouth was sucking out all of your sweet juices. 

"A-aww," you almost screamed as Patrick gripped your ass and lifted your lower body even higher, not letting you move and looking at you from above while lapping at your dripping cunt. “Oh, G-God…” that was certainly a big mistake, to stare at him back, as your inner walls were about to clench into a spiral from the eye contact you made. “Pat-Patrick, please…Take m-me…”

"Take you? What do you mean?" Teasingly, he tugged on your sore clit with a squelch, his chin glistening in the daylight with your slickness.

What an asshole.

“Stop pretending!” you hissed as he kept doing nothing, but waiting for your answer. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Maybe I do…but I want you to say that,” with a sassy smirk, Bateman made one flat lick across your sensitive folds. “Cupcake, if you want I can lean over…and you will whisper it into my ear.”

Rolling your eyes, you felt him moving along your body. Oh shit, was he really serious?

“So?” He climbed on top of you before he bit your lower lip, pressing you down with his massive muscles.

“Mmhm,” you shrugged and whimpered beneath his solid frame as he brushed his hips against yours, to make sure you knew how stony his dick was. “Fuck me…D-Daddy.”

“And how do you want me to do this?” Bateman whispered near your cheek, and then he playfully licked your earlobe, coaxing all of your insides to cramp almost painfully. “Tell me more, baby…”

“Fuck me… just the way you like it, Daddy.”

“Really?” he continued to rub himself against you, grinning sparkly from how your hands were nervously tracing against the floor. “You must be really desperate…”

You exhaled noisily, when Patrick came back to his previous position, resting on his knees in front of your opened wide legs. Smoothly, he put off his sweaty white T-shirt, letting you admire his perfect torso–you couldn't take your eyes off of the small drops of sweat that were running down his small trail of hair and damn, that vein under his navel. 

And of course, Patrick couldn't miss your foggy gaze which was hungrily tracing all around his firm frame. Arrogantly, he drew close to your neck to leave a noticeable wet mark on it before he kissed your mouth really hard, pushing his strong tongue inside as far as he could. Closing your eyes, you nearly choked, frantically clawing at his broad back, feeling his strong muscles tense under your touch. 

Eventually, Bateman broke away from your lips to tease your hard nipple a bit, as he couldn't leave his favorite tits without his attention. Licking and sucking on your tip, he was literally tormenting your strained mind when he suddenly grabbed both of your hands and pressed them against his beefy tiddies, sliding them down over his abdomen to his pubis.

Panting sharply, you almost froze in place, glancing at him from under your lashes, but he only smiled at you as he got closer to your face, caressing it and tracing his long finger across your lips to make you know what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pulled down his gray pants, exposing his glistening tip, and then you gave it a few kitten licks, causing his palms clenched into fists.

“Babydoll…” he groaned, nearly audible as you took his full length inside your mouth. Gritting his teeth,  Patrick tilted his head down to see your plump lips latched around his thick shaft. “So needy…so slutty, ah-fuck…”

Soon, his pounding became more and more persistent, you even had to lean on his hips to slow him down a bit. But then, Bateman pulled his dick out from your mouth as suddenly as he pushed it in, leaving behind a thin trail of your saliva.

“Gosh, Patrick…” you muffled, hungerly catching the air. “You’re insane.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” he mused husky, prodding his leaking cock against your wet little hole. “I am.”

A loud, uncontrolled moan escaped your lips before you realized it as he fucked you slowly but deeply, his solid hips meeting yours in perfect synchrony; his languid breathing was all that mattered to you now, even your own gasping was nothing compared to his, especially when he towered over you, demanding in a stern tone: “Let it out, Cupcake.” Gently, Patrick placed his arms under your shoulder blades, hugging you tightly to keep you closer and never stopping to thrust into your spasming pussy.

Shuddering with every push he made, you submitted to his will, again. “Please… k-kiss me…”

Domineeringly, Bateman clasped your chin to open your lips even wider as your wet tongues slipped against each other in a sensual dance of pure lust. God, you were so close, the way he drilled into your tight inner channel was almost brutal, yet so delightful, his ferocity and almost affectionate caresses making you sink into emotions you never knew you could feel.

“Pat…Patrick…” You cried out, as you couldn't take it any longer.

“I know, dear,” growling, Patrick looked into your hazy eyes before pushing himself as deep as he could, his heavy balls hitting your ass made you almost squirm. “Mm-mhh…wrap your legs around my back…I need to feel you closer.”

His sudden words took your breath away because he sounded so sentimental and desperate - he was already fucking you so hard and it was still not enough. There was no more thinking as you hooked your hips around his loin, crossed them and then let yourself go. The next second you were cupping his firm ass and Bateman couldn't resist sneering in ecstasy, even with his messy hair he looked so perfect.

Everything about him seemed to be perfect, the way he treated your body was not an exception. Seizing the moment, when your legs only started to shake, Bateman pulled out of you abruptly and went down on you again, swiping your clit with his hot tongue.

“Aa-ahh, Daddy…Aa-www…” Your voice waved as you climaxed so intensively, you had to grab on the mat beneath your quivering body.

“Mmm…” Patrick moaned against your cunt, tightly holding your legs to prevent them from closing, his fierce mouth never stopped devouring your tender flesh.

“A-awww, f-fuck…ah!” Still trembling, you yelped with how his thin curling fingers were suddenly stimulating your G-spot, prolonging your orgasm and forcing you to gush like a fucking whore. 

"Well, well, well... look who just cummed so hard," Bateman rejoined, stuffing his fingers into you to the knuckles, your sleek flavor almost floating on his Rolex, which he always wore, but he didn't care. "Jesus, are you going to flood my apartment?"

His mocking words only urged your inner muscles to clench tighter around his fingers, you thought you were going to faint as you felt yourself so light-headed and completely devastated. But yet, you managed to lean on your elbows to see him licking off his fingers and lazily stroking his soaked cock. 

“What about you, Daddy?” 

Patrick brushed his sweaty hair away, unable to stop a broad smile from appearing on his tense face as his wild nature craved a sweet release – it yearned for you. "Oh, you're so lovely, Cupcake," he beckoned with his finger, and you followed him as if hypnotized. "Do you want to take care of me, honey? Make Daddy feel so good?"

You nodded, barely breathing, but the tantalizing sight of his twitching cock gave you no chance as you let the longing heat in your body take over, forgetting everything, there was only you and him and your ravenous need to meld together.

Without saying a word, you allowed him to sit you on his firm knees and ring your legs around his back, and then you shrugged when he bottomed out, because you were already so worked up that it even hurt.

"Mmm, Patrick..." you huffed into his ear, keeping up the pace and riding him more deeply. "You're so b-big...Gosh...Ahhh, please...fill me with your seed!"

"Ahh, you want my cum?" He squeezed your waist, controlling your movements and helping you a little as he fucked you from below. 

"A-aawhh...yes!" you bounced on his beefy shaft, desperately hugging his strong shoulders as you let him wreck you like a toy. "I want it all...till the last d-drop...p-please."

With a guttural sound, Bateman grabbed your ass, rammed deep but sloppily into you, and the next moment you felt his hot liquid pumping you from inside, painting the walls of your womb white; his fingers digging almost painfully into your soft skin as his orgasm hit him hard.

A little while later, you were both still writhing in pleasure, his strong arms wrapped around you like ropes, as if he was afraid you would disappear like a mirage. Panting, you looked down at him, pulling away his brown tresses to see his peaceful face, now so flushed from the heat. Mesmerized, you didn't even realize that you were literally admiring his perfect features, tracing a finger along his cheekbone while his eyes were tightly shut. But when he suddenly opened them, your blurry gazes met and you felt as if you had been caught doing something wrong. But was it really that wrong or was it just in your head?

"Cupcake..." Bateman let out a sharp breath before leaning in to kiss you on the lips, wiping away all thoughts, leaving nothing but the illusive sensation that this man belonged to you, completely and irrevocably. 

Afterwards, Patrick pressed his forehead against yours and you were so afraid of ruining the moment that you stayed still in his embrace, listening to his rapid heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, that did not last long as he got up and left you on the mat while he removed his pants completely. Huffing, you watched him stroll around his living room completely naked, and holy hell... he was still so hard. You gasped when you heard him talking with his casual, arrogant intonation:

"When you remember how to walk, join me in the shower," he said as he headed toward the bathroom, his solid hips swinging with each step. "But don't make me wait too long."

The last vestiges of his vulnerability faded with him as the sound of the door closing echoed in your ears. Still, it helped you wake up from your naive reflection on his candor.

You wished you could just stop thinking, you wished you were free, you wished you never met him.

[luvleeknowie]

Seungmin: Long distance

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗦𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗯!𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹(𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

S: "Let me show you how much I've missed you!"

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I'm finally meeting my long-distance boyfriend after 3 whole years! I've missed him so much, emotionally and physically. So, currently I'm waiting at the airport for him, It's 8:00 pm and it's freezing.. To be honest being an idol isn't easy, Seungmin has been on a U.S tour for the past 3 years but Seungmin wanted to see his old house and his friends from when he lived in the US for a bit, the members also wanted to see what it's like to live in America so they all decided to extend their visiting time.

I just scroll on my phone, leaning on a nearby pole when all of a sudden I'm lifted off the floor, I look up to see Seungmin. He spins me around and embraces me to the point where I can't breathe. "MINNIE!" I shout, hugging him back, earning a few judgemental looks, but I'm with the love of my life so honestly, I don't care..

Seungmin shines his amazing smile before finally placing me down. "Minnie, I missed you so much!" I say hugging him harder.

"Baby, I can't breathe. Loosen up your grip." Seungmin says, laughing.

"Oh, sorry.. " I say letting go of him.

"Let's go home, I'll drive!" He says, holding my hand and entwining his fingers in mine.

We walk halfway towards the car when I abruptly stop.

"Seungmin."

"Hm?" He says, stopping as well.

"Your luggage..."I say, face palming. His eyes widens and he runs back.

Once we put Min's suitcase in the cars boot. Seungmin sits in the drivers seat, and I sit on the passenger seat. He starts the car, and before we know it, we are on the road.

"So, did you bring any souvenirs?" I ask, choosing a song.

"Yeah! I got you so many things and I can't wait to show you it!" Seungmin says.

"How was it there? I told you to face time me at least once every three days, but you'd only face time me about 5 times a month.." I say pouting.

"I know. I know. I am sorry, but I've been really busy." He says, placing his hands on my thigh and smirking.

"Uhu, doing what?" I say, crossing my arms,

"Well...I found a bunch of toys we can try out when we get home." He says, moving his hands north.

"Yah! Kim Seungmin! You make even the most innocent questions dirty!" I say, moving his hands off, to which he chuckles.

Once we get home, it's 10:00 pm. I shuffle with the keys and finally open the door.

"Home sweet home!" Seungmin says from behind me.

"Go take a shower, I'll make breakfast." I tell him, pushing him towards the bathroom.

He holds the door frame and pulls me by the waist. "Do you wanna join me?" He asks me,smirking.

"No, I gotta make food for you so we can sleep straight after." I tell him.

"Boringggg," He sighs, shutting the door. I walk over to the kitchen counter.

After about a good 25 minutes, I felt someone grab my ass while I was cutting vegetables at the counter. It wasn't just a butt slap. It was a butt grab. (Seungmin spends too much time with Leeknow) I look back, and obviously, there's seungmin. His hair is all wet, and the water from his face is dripping down. As a natural instinct I look down, his abs were chiselled and defined. He was wearing just joggers, so that's all I could see. I look back up at him and make eye contact.

"Go get changed, and I'll be done cooking the food by then." I tell him, turning my attention back to the food.

"Haven't you already eaten yet? Why are you making food now?" He asks me.

"Well, the food isn't for me. It's for you! Are you not hungry?" I ask, turning back to face him.

"I am, but I'd much rather eat..." He says, pulling me closer by the waist, then he bends down so that he was at my height.

"You." He says, grinning, making a blush rise up my cheek.

"Well, what are you making?" He asks me, using my shoulders as a head rest as I finish chopping the vegetables and place it into a pan. Halfway through making the meal, we are still in the same position as earlier, with him resting his chin on my shoulder, but this time, he presses his whole body onto me, additionally his boner pressed against my ass. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Y/N..."He whispers in my ear. He's barely done anything, and I am already aroused.

He turns off the stove before saying:

"Let me show you how much I've missed you." He looks me in the eyes for consent, and the second after I nod, I am lifted off the floor.

He practically runs up the stairs and drops me on the bed. He hovers over me and connects our lips while unbuttoning my shirt, I let him do so while I cup his face. He then removes my shorts and slips off my panties. The cold air hits my sensitive area, making me gasp. Seungmin starts nibbling on my neck, leaving red marks all over my neck. He then makes his way to my cleavage and chest, marking, nibbling, sucking and kissing those too before leaving a trail of wet kisses down to my pussy. He purposefully breathes and whispers near my core, which sends shivers down my whole body.

"S-Seugmin...no teasing." I whine.

But he doesn't listen. At one point I got so impatient that I grabbed his hair and pushed his face into my pussy. (CHILLLLL Y/N) .His mouth is magic. His tounge swirled around my clit before he started sucking on it.

"S-seungmin..." I moan out.

His tounge thrusted inside me. I am really sensitive down there so it didn't take long till I had to cum.

"Min- I'm gonna cum." I said breathlessly.

"Okay baby, cum for me." He whispers, in a husky tone.

Without further ado, I watched him lap up all my juices. Once he was done, he unbuckled his pants and let his cock spring free. I gulp at the size.

"You ready princess?" He asks me.

I nod my head in amusement. He lines himself up against my entrance. He slowly pushes into me, and lets me adjust before he starts to thrust into me at an animalistic pace.

"Seunmin...God..." I moan out arching my back at the extreme amount of pleasure given to me by my boyfriend. He thrusts harder and deeper. After a few rough thrusts I feel him twitch inside of me.

"Baby, are you ready?" He asks me, tilting his head ever so innocently.

I nod and before I knew it we both release together. He flips onto the bed space near me, panting.

"I love you baby." I say hugging him.

"I love you too." he says smiling.

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[baby-fics]

Cg!Bo Sinclair x Little! Reader, ft Vincent and Lester head-cannons

TW: Slashers, reference to m*rder and tort*re, reference to child ab*se. Not super prevalent, and not graphic.

I think Bo would actually benefit from being a caregiver. One of his worst fear's is being an abusive piece of garbage to his kids or his partner- anyone he cares about really, like his parents were.

He does have issues with anger as we all know, but knowing his s/o has the mind of a child encourages him to let out that anger in a less... Terrifying way!

After not receiving any genuine, soft, or affectionate love his entire life, having a little that will push past his misdeeds to snuggle up under his chin anyway? Oh you bet your butt he'll try to be the best Daddy you could ever have.

When he found out about your regression however, you were mortified. Absolutely convinced that he would be disgusted, and have Vinny turn you into a candle right then and there.

After watching the beginnings of a panic attack, Bo showed you the most gentle side of himself that you had seen up until that moment. Trying to show himself in the most non-threatening light while attempting to help you calm down.

He kept a non-threatening posture and spoke to you in a low tone,"It's alright sweetheart, you don' have to hide here. You're one of us doll, there's nothing you could do to make me get rid of you. S' Daddy clear on that?"

Now that sent you into INSTANT babie mode, and he could tell. In a moment you began subtly rocking back and forth while fiddling with your fingers.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded which caused Bo to lift your chin to meet his gaze so he could say, "You gotta use words baby, Daddy can't hear you that well!"

"Mm, yis Bowie.. Don' gotta hide" you said, the word Daddy sounding unfamiliar and uncomfortable given your lack of having a previous caregiver.

"Aww.. Bowie! Aint you precious.. Don' worry baby, you do whats comfy for you" he said while petting your bright red cheek as you averted your gaze.

Eventually he wants you to feel safe enough to call him whatever you want and be as small as you want. Bo can be patient, and he'll support you for however long it takes to fully feel confident.

Bo will ask you a ton of questions about what you like while you're small, and is very happy with any kind of Babie or Kiddo he has. He loves the dependence and clinginess of a younger littles though, but also an older little who can help their "Bowie" in the shop!

He's also absolutely fine with anything that comes with being the CG of a very small Little. Pacis, Bottles, Pull-ups, etc. You name it baby bear! He's got you! There's nothing that can deter him!

Bo's first step was creating a "Little Space" (ha get it?) in his room with a blankie, pillows, a decorated shoe box with your little items in it, and all of your stuffies. He also refuses to let you try to hide your little items or any attempt to conceal your regression from his brothers.

In fact all of the brothers are very supportive about your regression, you bring a sweetness and sense of joy to Ambrose. They're also very adamant that you feel comfortable in being authentic in your home with your found family.

Vincent and Lester eventually become "Uncle Vinny" and "Uncle Lettie" and are 100% okay with their new position along with being interested with the prospect of babysitting.

Obviously you cant just ✨magic away✨your anxiety or intrusive thoughts, that stuff takes time. But when you're surrounded by people who know that and are determined to prove those thoughts wrong? It helps that worry ease faster.

Vinny really likes to color with you and will let you do crafts in the basement sometimes! He'll let you play with clay or wax too! On one condition though, you can't go in to the basement without one of the Brothers when you're small.

You don't have many rules but "No babies in the basement without a big present" stops babies from seeing things they should not see!

Lester tells you stories and promises you stuffies in return for an invitation to one of your elusive tea parties; And as much as your shy lil self doesn't wanna come across as "greedy", any CG knows no little can resist the art of Stuffie Bribery for long.

Overall, it doesn't matter who you are. Once you've been accepted as a Sinclair, you ARE a Sinclair and they will accept whatever strange or unfamiliar quirk you come with. Because lets be honest, they come with some pretty funky ones too and they know it.

Daddy Bowie and your Uncles will do anything to keep the littlest Sinclair of them feeling safe and happy. Whatever it may take. <3

(Sorry that was so long! Thank you for reading! This wasn't proofread too much so pardon any mistakes! This is mainly based off of how my little space works and is for the most part indulgent lol.)

[nspdr-neo]

Any headcanon that you have for the female Pokémon protagonists regarding their rumps if the tier list from the original blog still holds up?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

S Tier - Rosa (Supreme Seat Goddess)

Rosa has the largest, jiggliest, softest ass of all the Trainer girls...and is very much bashful concerning it.

She might be a actress at heart, and loves the attention her work gets, but the fact that its her booty that brings in a whole other wave of fans has her very shy.

In fact, her usual skirt and leggings is her way of trying to cover it whenever she's about...as one can imagine, its a rather poor method~

Her ass constantly is clapping about and sticks out like a sore thumb. It can hardly fit underneath her skirt and Rosa constantly has to buy more leggings for how much her booty keeps wearing them out and ripping them (it has happened multiple times in public and tabloids have a field day whenever it happens).

When it comes to her lovers, who all are obsessed with her butt, she has come to accept it for them and has taken to even being ab it of a flirt by sitting on their laps whenever they are alone.

That or wearing small booty shorts that drive her partners so crazy, that can't help but snap and fuck her wherever they are at in the house~

A Tier - Dawn, Akari, May and Hilda(Assceptional Queens)

Dawn, and her ancestor Akari, has been blessed with hips and booty from their services to Arceus. Though, how both react to said 'gifts' varys.

For Dawn, whose a natural flirt that loves to wear short skirts and is both an expert battler & Coordinator, she is very satisfied with her big butt and loves to tease others by wearing the shortest, tightest, dress as possible that helps out her shapely figure. It especially comes handy in terms of Contests, where she would dress up in her fanciest to perhaps 'sway' the judges if things cut it a bit close.

When it came to gym battles and general fights, it wasn't too out of her nature to 'get distracted' during the fight and turn around (and it just 'so happened' every time she did this, her skirt was up to show her pink tong bubble butt~)

For Akari, a member of the Survey Corps whose main job is to go into a world where wild Pokemon are very much a clear danger to one's wellbeing, she could only wonder if this was Arceus playing an even crueler joke on her after sending her to such time periods. She often struggles to get pants on in the morning and its not uncommon for them to rip while she's doing her work.

(The claps of Akari's cheeks has brought the attention of many a Alpha Machamp and Lopunny~)

May got her booty from her Mother and is mother than willing to flaunt it off in her shorts and use it to her advantage as Daddy's Little Champion~ (Yes, she is fully taking advantage of being a Gym Leader's daughter...though might have slacked off considerably because of it).

Compare to Dawn, who at least tries be of the subtle, classier sort when it come s to flaunter her assets, May is as subtle as an exploding Voltorb. When it comes to battles and contests, she deliberately goes to put her jello booty in the lower and tighest of shorts and altogether act very slutty with it if it means getting that win. She's famous for catching a shiny Gardevoir and doing a double twerk act to reel in the judges~

As for Hilda, any 'teasing' on her end is purely by accident. She's as much of a battle addict as Nemona and is way more concerned with fighting than modeling lewdly for anyone. Though you wouldn't be blamed for thinking otherwise as her choice of jean shorts utterly fail to cover even inch of her booty and with how much she's running about, she's attracted all kinds of attention.

That said, she's more than willing to literally put her ass on the line for a good battle. Usually, if she wins, she gets not only the loser's money, buy also sitting her sweaty big butt on their face too. Though, if someone manages to win, their prize is not only double the money Hilda wagered, but also doing whatever they desire to her ass. Usually winners tend to be satisfied with just groping it, but the bolder have her twerk, spank it red and raw, or even plow it after being worked up so much from this athletic girl~

B Tier - Leaf/Green, Elaine, Kris, Selene (Bubble Butt Beauties)

If Red is the Champion that everyone knows, Blue for being the confident grandson to the famous Pokemon professor, than Leaf (or Green these days) needed her own ways to become well known! And what better way to stand out, aside from dominating her own battles, is basically make herself known as the 'mysteriously strong beauty' of Kanto.

Was she a spy for Team Rocket? Long lost sibling or lover to Red? Perhaps a crazy strong Pokecollector seeking to one day rule over the region? No one but her knows the truth...but she as Hell wanted to leave an impression. Which is why she always switches up her outfits to leave something in the hearts of others~ Somedays its a long black dress that showed off her cleavage when she wants to be known as 'secret agent' like, other times its showing off that bubble butt of hers in booty shorts when she wants to have her body really leave an 'impact' on people~ (though aside from a few, you have to be apart of her chosen few to get enjoy her 'assets to the fullest).

For Elaine, newcome to the Kanto scene, this shortstack is kind of like Rosa in that she very much hates the attention her dumptruck gets, but has to up with it. She just wants to be known as a good battler like the rest, but often times her own unlucky nature has her get into situations where she is 'showing off' more than she'd like (such as getting stuck in to many bushes and walls to count).

Also has to deal with Green showing up one too many times to 'catch' her, and often gets roped into the latter's schemes. Schemes that often result in Green using her tan bubble butt to keep others distracted for whatever reason. Perhaps for some nefarious goal...or, really, it might just be because Green loves teasing her. Probably the latter.

Given how much Lyra was taken center stage, her 'big sis' Kris needed all the ways to get the spotlight as she could. And what better way to do that than by showing off just how much dough she had compared to the busty Lyra.

Kris loves to wear yoga pants that show off her firm bottom and iron thighs when not wearing her shorts. While she won't brag about it, seeing heads turn or getting her cheeks slapped by someone does turn her on massively.

As for Selene, this wild woman is the twerking champion of the trainer Pokegirls. She has learned some traditional Alolan dances and combined it with her own natural talent for booty shaking. Try as one might, defeating this woman is impossible and she takes pride in being undefeated (and for getting people to cum just from the sight of her globes clapping together~)

She prefers to wears thin, beach skirts around her waist (think like what Pokemon's Phoebe wears) and is always happy to teach anyone her moves...especially in private~

C Tier - Lyra, Serena, Julianna (Caked Up)

Lyra is way more loved for being bustier than her 'big sis' Kris, but it'd be a lie if he her booty wasn't also helping in her popularity. Her overalls hug a very jiggly rump that many people can't help but walk up to and spank. Sometimes to keep the overall spunky girl ground, but oftentimes because people feel like it.

She is much prouder of her boobs, but if the occasion calls for it, she's not above shaking her booty in front of some poor horny soul to help get what she wants. Though compared to Dawn or May, what she wants is usually small or just for the sake of a good joke.

Coming from Kalos, this fashionista is more focused on spending money to enhance her 'front', but she is more than aware that to complete her look she needs a desirable ass to. Hence she spent quite a bit of change to acquire a bubble butt she'd be satisfied with. Not too big, but just enough to really get people's eyes firmly on her~

Serena loves to model lingerie and 'sexy' clothing. For those who catches her eye, she tends to give them quite a lot of dirty pictures of herself. If she knows one looks her ass a lot, prepare to be sent multiple pictures of herself in various thongs and lacey panties to 'entertain' yourself with.

Julianna, playful college student as she is, is very proud to have a big enough booty to flaunt around. While she resents people thinking she'd use her ass to boost her grades, she is the type to tease those in her club or friends with getting a shot at 'Jiggly Julianna'~

She's very much a fan of mooning and streaking around school, getting a thrill out of possibly being caught and getting her big booty punished for her indecent behavior's~ Though, rarely does that ever happen.

D Tier - Gloria (Dumptruckless)

Gloria is well aware that, out of the rest of the Trainer girls, she is very much lacking in the big booty department (at least compared to the girls rather than the average person). It is very much advised that you never point out that fact.

Fools who have failed to heed said warning have found a Cinderace punting them all the way to the Orre region.

Note: this is the ideal compared to Gloria herself actually getting her hands, and thicc thighs on you.

When you get to Orre region, as you rest up in the hospital, make sure to properly thank Cinderace for saving your life~

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Or

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend ---  but something went downhill.

//

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

.

[okaywa]

I love your works omg! 🥺 could I request hcs for oikawa , Kuroo and bokuto where their s/o just finished a bunch of school work and they “reward” them 😳 if you get what i’m saying 😂 (smut is all I ask for basically 😳) thank you! ❤️❤️

ddHahah my classes just started so here we gooo 

... wish I had a haikyuu man to reward me lmao 

NSFW BENEATH THE CUT

Oikawa

is first of all one of the neediest boys even though he acts indifferent sometimes (mainly when he’s stressed about volleyball)

but even though everyone says he only cares about volleyball he is actually so attentive and in tune with you

he’s an amazing boyfriend and you can pry that out of my cold dead fingers  

so of course he sees how hard you've been working and is so proud of you for powering through your massive workload 

bc sometimes its easier to get overwhelmed and lost in it 

(this is unnecessary to the request but y’all met in Argentina while you’re  studying abroad and he’s playing in the San Juan club) 

But he’s barely seen you all week :(( stupid exams so he let himself into your apartment after practice to find you passed out in your bed, backpack tossed against the wall 

He smiles softly at the sight, he can't help it, you're just so cute. You're hugging one of your pillows while wearing a sweatshirt of his that he’d left here (on purpose but you didn't have to know that.) He crawls up the bed, careful not to bounce the mattress and leans over you, pressing featherlight kisses against your cheeks and lips. He can tell you're starting to wake up by your little twitches and the scrunch of your eyebrows. 

“Mm, Tooru, when did you get here,” you slur sleepily, shoving aside the pillow to wrap your arms around him instead. 

“Just now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not letting up on his kisses until you purse your lips for him. 

He kisses you languidly, like the slow build up of the morning tide just a few miles away, until he’s got you pinned to the mattress. His hips grind down on yours, soft gasps shared between the two of you when his tip hits your clit just right. You're still sleepy, despite the sudden arousal that sends sparks through your tummy, so he keeps it relaxed. He captures your lips again, the rutting of his cock against your damp panties steady as to cause a quick buildup of heat in your core. 

“So proud of you, sweet thing,” he sighs into your ear. “Hnn- ah.. you work so hard..”

“Tooru,” you whine, now moving in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Shh-shh, let me take care of you,” he smiles down at you gently, rolling his hips at a new angle so his tip nudges your clit each time. 

You nod weakly, lips parting for his tongue as he guides you to completion. His hips lose their rhythm once you stiffen beneath him, whining as your orgasm finally crests and spreads through your core. Oikawa grunts above you, dropping his forehead against your clavicle while his cock throbs against your ruined panties and he spills into his pants. 

“Love you,” you pant against his hairline. 

“Love you too,” his lips press warmly against your throat. 

Kuroo

probably has just as much work as you but hes clingy so he insists that y'all study together even though your majors are totally different and you're not much help to each other 

He’s the type to shove your papers out of your lap so he can lay his head there, or he just puts his head right on top of them 

just constantly in the way but you love him so its kinda cute 

also I think Kuroo is one of those ppl who barely takes notes, is on his phone the entire lecture, and only studies the night before and somehow still has a 4.0, I hate him (sike)

that or he’s so studious he keeps track of your due dates as well

Yall come back to your shared apartment exhausted but pleased exams are over

“Mm, just one more semester and we graduate,” Kuroo sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “How do you think you did?”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist. “I feel good about them, actually.”

Kuroo smiles proudly, ruffling your hair before grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss. You smile against his lips, humming when his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt mischievously. 

“Tetsuuu,” you whine when he tugs insistently. “We just got home...”

“I knowww,” he mimics, slowly walking you backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. “But I want to show my pretty girl how proud I am of her for getting through these exams.”

Your stomach flutters at the low, sultry drop of his voice. He nips at your ear teasingly before pushing you to sit. 

“As soon as I saw you put this little skirt on this morning,” Kuroo grins, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like I hide my head under here and...”

His fingers tease the damp cloth of your panties lightly. “Devour you.”

You whimper as he looks up at you through his lashes, fingers stroking your covered folds more firmly. He cocks his head curiously until you nod desperately, parting your thighs eagerly for him. His smirk widens once he lays his eyes on your ruined panties and he wastes no time pulling them down your legs and shoving them in his pocket. 

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your butt to the edge of the cushion and drops your calves over his shoulders. He immediately draws his tongue through your soaked folds to tickle at your clit. He moans throatily, murmuring about how delicious you taste before burying his face between your thighs. 

“Haaah- ah! Testu!” 

Kuroo’s tongue immediately licks inside of you, his nose pressed firmly to your clit. Gasping at his fervor, you grasp at his hair, knowing how much he enjoyed having you pull it. His eyes immediately fluttered open, heavily lidded and foggy with lust. Winking up at you, he curls his tongue just right and groans when your thighs lock around his neck. He shakes his head slightly to give your clit just enough stimulation to have you hurdling to a quick orgasm. 

He licks up your slick eagerly, determined to catch every drop but is cut short when you writhe away from the intense overstimulation. He laughs softly, climbing up the couch to smash his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself. 

“Mm, let’s go to the bedroom,” he rumbles, nibbling at your bottom lip.

Bokuto

He is so damn proud of you it’s adorable 

He’s been gushing for the past week and a half to his teammates about how smart his girlfriend is 

He’s a little bummed you haven't been able to pay attention to him but he understands and is happy to just watch you study

So when you finally get home from your last exam he pounces on you

Scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom immediately 

“Kou!” You laugh into the crook of his neck, squeaking when he suddenly drops you on the bed. 

“I've missed you so much,” Bokuto clambers on top of you. “Been driving me crazy with how busy you’ve been.” 

“I know, handsome,” you frown sympathetically, bushing your fingers through his wild hair. 

“I’m so proud of you though,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're so smart. Pretty sure Atsumu was ready to throw a ball at my head because I wouldn’t shut up about you.”

He settles on top of you, kissing a wet trail up to your jaw. Your hands are gliding up his back muscles and grabbing at his broad shoulders. 

“Kou... I need you to-” you're cut off by his lips on yours. 

“I know, baby, I got you,” his rough hands shove your pants down so you can kick them off. “How about I make you cum for each of your exams, hm? I think that’s a good reward for all your hard work.”

“Please,” you whimper, needing him to release all of the stress that had built up. 

“How many was it, baby?” He asks while pulling his shirt over his head. 

“Six,” you take in his toned chest and defined abs hungrily. 

“Six orgasms it is,” he grins, pulling your own shirt off. 

Within seconds he’s knuckles deep inside you, groaning about how ready you always are for him. He pumps and curls his fingers perfectly, thumbing at your clit until you’re cumming all over his hand.

His cock is always a delicious mix of a burning stretch and a sensation of fullness. Bokuto’s cock was thick and long, his head dragging along your g-spot with each of his rolling thrusts. Your walls suck him in greedily, clenching so tightly that he’s whining against your lips. 

“So wound up, aren't you?” He pants. “Need me to take the edge off, huh?”

You already have tears in your eyes as you nod, crying out when his fingers find your clit. He ruts his cock into you roughly, gritting out praises until you arch underneath him and cum for a second time. He stops completely, kissing your cheeks gently while you recover.

“Kou...” your eyebrows draw together. “You didn't...?” “Four more times,” he grins, and slowly starts thrusting again.

[kaypeace21]

Analyzing the 5 plays in this drama club poster .From the bts pics of stranger things 4.

So... some of ya’ll know I'm going through the st s4 films given to us by the official st twitter + the films reffed in the show itself or mentioned by the Duffers in interviews .

So I decided to look at the plays mentioned here. Because even if we don't see the monologues in the show directly - the Duffers wouldn't name drop anything unless it inspired them in some way. Similar to films name dropped in the show. Tw : for some dark themes .

This is just a quick little analysis I decided to do since we probably won't get any new st content today (3/22). Nothing too deep. Just mentioning things that caught my interest especially cause these plays have a lot of narrative connections to the st s4 movies I've been watching.

Invitation to a march (Authur laurents)

Reminds me of the stancy/jancy love triangle. "A young woman is having second thoughts about doing the right thing and marrying a respectable , rich, kind, young man with good prospects.By way of a prewedding diversion, this woman becomes interested in the passionate but poor and entirely unsuitable son of a local landlord.Basically, the plot concerns the efforts of Norma Brown to choose between a conventional fiance who "puts her to sleep" but is wealthy (like what her own mother did) or go for this new-poor guy. The play is principally interested in how this youthful love triangle affects the three mothers involved (whether the kids like it or not)

12th night (Shakespeare)

 - viola (el) wrongly assumes a family member (hopper) is dead. She dresses up as a man named 'cesario'. A girl named Olivia falls for 'cesario' (violet dressed as a man). "Finally, when 'Cesario' and Sebastian (violet's twin brother: assumed to have drowned - Will) appear in the presence of Olivia there is more wonder and confusion at their physical similarity. Taking Sebastian for 'Cesario', Olivia asks him to marry her, and they are secretly married in a church. Cough if Olivia is 'straight' cause she fell for Viola (as a doppleganger dressed like her twin brother).Mike being into el who multiple characters in s1 said looked like a boy and specifically like Will is...suspish and a hint he's not straight lol. just like Olivia they're both into guys . plus, this play just has a butt load of love triangles (ugh i hated that aspect). There was also romantically coded letters (which was in the s4 films) . One character is also thrown into an insane asylum and framed as 'insane'.'Pretending that Malvolio is insane, they lock him up in a dark chamber. Feste visits him to mock his insanity'. We all know the psych hospital will be narratively important- talked about it more here.

The seagull (Anton Chekhov-russian)

similar to how I believed s4 will show m*#even already broken up since the months between s3-4 : act 3 (s3) ends with Nina begging for one last chance to be with Trigorin before he leaves/moves away. They kiss and make plans to meet again in Moscow.And in act 4 there's a timeskip where it shows they've been broken up for a long time between acts- and its established they never actually loved eachother. Do i even have to spell out why this parallels the m*#even ending in s3? There is also a play within the play (this is common in a lot of the st films- they have plays- or a story within a story- which illustrate certain themes or emotions of the characters within said film : blackswan, children of paradise, highschool musical, Rushmore, book of Henry, welcome to marwen, never ending story, romancing the stone, wet hot American summer, etc).The play is Konstantin's latest attempt at creating a dense symbolist work. There is also alot of love triangles in the seagull. TW!: for se#ual ab*se/su*cidal thoughts/ inc*st (here and in other play segments). The seagull motif reminds me a lot of Jonathan's rabbit story.Konstantin romantically into Nina shows up to give her a gull that he has shot. Nina is confused and horrified . Trigorin sees the gull that Konstantin has shot and muses to Nina on how he could use it as a subject for a short story: "The plot for the short story: a young girl lives all her life on the shore of a lake. She loves the lake, like a gull, and she's happy and free, like a gull. But a man arrives by chance, and when he sees her, he destroys her, out of sheer boredom. Like this gull."  This immediately reminded me of jon's rabbit story and some of the movies on the s4 list . Like in forrest gump- Jenny (who is poor) was se*ually ab*sed as a very young girl by her father. As a child she runs away into a field-away from her alcoholic father yelling at her -there she prays that she can "be a bird so I can fly far far away" .

Jenny as an adult struggles with this unresolved trauma- being with ab*sive partners, doing dr*gs, and having su*cidal thoughts . She as an adult when contemplating su*icide, jokes 'you think i can fly like a bird ?' while looking down at a bridge.God-i'm worried about jonathan (Jenny was also a musician sort of like jon). In another s4 movie example ' mystic river ' :(in the 80s) a preteen baseball playing boy is r*ped by men in the woods. He later says he wishes he could become an undead monster to not feel the pain of that experience - cause quote " if I'm not human anymore maybe the pain will stop" (Will) . slightly off topic but he also has another personality, imagines a alternate word that dissappears when he turns his head. And as a less direct animal parallel to the play - the boy from the film also imagined his perpetrators as monsters and wolves to cope.In 'getout' the photographer character sees a dead deer in the woods and it represents a parent/his own childhood tra*ma relating to his past. similarly in 'prince of tides' the 2 siblings as kids were ra*ed by men. The older brother remembered it and the younger sibling developed DID (so didn't remember but she would draw wolves- as the perpetrators/villains in her picture stories she created . In the film they also had an ab*sive dad and were very poor. She also tried k*ling herself multiple times-but started to get better after remembering the source of her pain and trauma.  There is also the theme of multiple attempted su*cides in the play- and the play ends with yet another attempt- and the audience is left unaware of the artist's fate at the end of the play.

The tempest (Shakespeare)

Prospereo - (the perceived antagonist) is a wizard with monstrous looks, storm powers , and ability to create monster-dogs

He wants revenge on a man who tried ra*ing his family member & revenge on his other family member who wronged him years ago. I mean... pretty much my did theory.But in the end.Prospero decides to show his enemies the mercy that they did not show him twelve years earlier. He tells Ariel to bring the men to him, he will restore their sanity and then renounce magic forever.Prospero breaks the spell that the men are under .

Diary of a scoundrel (Alexander Ostrovsky-Russian)

-  I suppose this could loosely relate to Jonathan? Glumov, is a young man from an impoverished family lacking status seeking entrance into society's pampered class. A 19th-century Russian scoundrel must scheme his way out of his meager life in a small apartment -whatever it takes.He has a quick mind and some talent for seeing through the hypocrisies of people around him ( Jonathan does make a lot of social critiques about society). That gives him some advantages. A tale of one man's mission to finagle his way into upper-class society and find a cushy job. Set in 1874, this social comedy follows Glumov, a Russian youth who begins his ambitious ascent to social esteem. He progresses by wit, guile and rhetoric. Pitting one stupid person against another, he soon gains his ends. To reach these goals, Glumov will lie, flatter, and cater to the vanities of the wealthy. Unable to contain his disgust with his victims, Glumov decides to relieve his unvoiced satirical comments by recording his schemes in a diary. But he is tripped up by his uncle's wife, to whom he has made passionate love on his way to success. At the end of the play, his diary is stolen and his duplicity exposed, but he can nevertheless suceeds. The author is much more critical about the high society itself than about the main character, so the play keeps attracting generations of directors by opening possibilities for political criticism while also avoiding naming names of the current rulers.The play's aim was to overthrow bourgeois tradition and establish a class-conscious art called eccentricism giving a deliberately comic portrayal of reality.

I suppose I notice some possible commonalities-  besides s3 critiquing the wealthy/capitalism in comedic ways . jonathan since s1 has worried about his family's finances / had some resentment toward the rich . In some of the s4 movies ‘orphan’ & ‘ girl interrupted’ someone reads their diary out loud to get at them (in girl interrupted the winona character’s diary even had critiques of her new friends).  Alot of movies also have someone (usually a teen/young adult) making a documentary about their life -which could narratively replace said diary? A few movies have a poor guy adjusting to snobby rich social circles (or being poor and then getting money)- titanic, kingsmen, karate kid, the craft , godfather,  wardogs,into the spiderverse,flashdance, and many others . And movies like wardogs has a poor-young-character do shady things to finacially support his family . There’s also that whole uncle’s wife thing- which makes me uncomfortable for obvious reasons (but I’m just thinking of Lonnie’s creepy gf who was into him). A few movies had the guy’s step mom innappropriately hit on him- orange county & you got mail. And him trying to avoid her advances. Or...not to mention ... it may be a problematic coincidence /trope. But in enter the void -the guy who needs to finacially support his sibling/ does dr*gs -hooks up with his dr*g dealing friend’s married mom (who would give him money).  Or in gilbert grape- the poor teen-who has to finacially support his siblings/single mom-has his endgame relationship be a girl his own age. But before that he h*oked up with a married woman -who would give him money. Don’s plum -young film guy-propositioned by older female film director (for dream job). Not even mentioning the other films that have the guy hooking up with toxic older women (like ‘the graduate’). Or analyze this-where the therapist accuses him of having an Oedipus complex (not touching that one... but the guy in ‘enter the void’ a 100% had one). It’s possible those movies were just- inspo for s3?  A coincidence? Or s3 was foreshadowing for this in s4- but unlike s3 it will accurately be played as wrong  and a sign of Jonathan recreating past tra*ma caused by Lonnie (cough like the photos) /being desperate for money. And not played ‘comedically’ like how it mostly was in s3. But shown as self destructive  (for Jon) and immoral on the Woman’s end. Like... Billy and Jon are character foils. Both are older siblings into rock music, with ab*sive dads who shoved them into walls. Both lose it (and beat steve to a pulp when Steve accidentally triggers their daddy issues). In s3 it’s established womanizer Billy has mommy issues, than he tries ho*king up with someone his mom’s age, and the characters ref ‘back to the future ‘ and Steve incorrectly says it’s about “alex p keaton trying to bang his mom.” This could illustrate his subconscious issues with parental figures/adults cause of Lonnie’s  possible past se*ual ab*se . One film the friend even says to the guy “you don’t have friends!” guy b: i have friends! him:  no you have acquaintances! ADMIT IT! YOU’RE AFRAID OF MEN!I mean-Jonathan liked Nancy- but he initially hooked up with her cause he wanted to prove he didn’t have ‘trust issues’ from his dad. Also it’s prob a bit of a reach (and maybe a coincidence)- but the fact Murray in the same breath compares Steve (Nancy’s then bf) and Lonnie  ... uh... if you think too long about it ... it’s very sinister .  Especially because in s3: muray tells Joyce  that despite her wanting to be with a nice guy, she’s curious about “the brute” Hopper despite him reminding her of a past “bad relationship”(aka Lonnie). Like- yeah connect some dots.  Quite a few films (other than forrest gump) also have the character who (as a kid) was  r*ped by their dad/parent-  begin to do dr*gs/be pr*miscuous as adults since they never learned to properly cope with their trauma (’girl with the dragon tattoo’,  ‘black swan’, and ‘magnolia’). Unfortunately the whole relative doing such things to kid-relatives is in at least 30+ movies. 

Personally, i would be MUCH happier if Jon had a age appropriate romance- and had not a single creepy adult near him. A few movies actually imply Lonnie gets yet another ‘new model’  replacing his gf in her 20s with a new gf- who is ‘barely l*gal” and just turned 18. so there’s that possibility as well- that she’s jonathan’s age.I just want Jonathan-happy &safe. GOD. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

[lovee-infected]

hello! may i please request NSFW headcanons of Lilia, Rook, Chenya (if you write for him), and Floyd dating a f!mc who is a brat in bed? thank you! (ps, i love your work so much, you deserve more attention and love!!!💖💖💖💖💖)

Feeling spicy tonight, aren't we?~

Warning(s): Nsfw, Bdsm, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Cum play

Spice will remain undercut!

He loves to have you explore his body. You little koebi sure are pretty curious, aren't you? He's a brat all the time nonetheless of how you're going to play, but watching your enthusiasm to challenge him and his big dick energy in bed makes him wants to take a step back and watch how far you may go.

He can pin you down within a second but if you wanna top, go on. It's your chance to show him how entertaining you can be, though it won't last all night. He'd just lend your body for you to play until you no longer can. But in case that you'd prefer to have him top you instead he won't be as kind.

Floyd has literally got no mercy when he tops, and having you continuing to tease him although you're well aware of what his immense thirst can do to you can only have one meaning: You want more. You look so cute when you get nasty in bed, so adorable. He loves in so much when you, his naughty baby, squirm under his rough touch like a tiny fish begging for water.

You won't need to tell him to go any harder or faster, he already knows how to turn the bed into a jungle. All he needs is you going along with his rough pace and driving him even crazier than usual.

Be careful not to go too far though, he's got his own limits. You're free to do whatever you want as long as he hasn't reached his orgasm but note that if you keep on teasing him afterwards even Floyd can be bothered. Better slow down with a slower pace or softer actions like kisses on tip of his cock or softly licking him so he can enjoy his orgasm.

Instead of getting to the point of causing him too much pain or making him ask you to stop, try teasing him. If he ejaculates in your mouth, instead of immediately swallowing it, keep it in your mouth and play with it. He'd surely be turned on even more if you go kinkier, you can open your mouth and use your fingers to play with his warm, sticky load. Making satisfying sounds or just gently humming "Mmmmm" as if you're so hungry for him to feed you his seed is another way of making it more erotic for both of you.

Go as kinky as you want to, but don't be fascinated if he decides to punish you when you're done. He'll force you to wear your underwear without cleaning after sex so you'll have to keep his seed on all the time. No need to mention that he'd probably leave a mess of markings and bites on you especially on places that are hard to hide, even your cheek.

You may be a brat in bed but remember that Floyd would continue to be a brat even after you're done, so when you're playing around in bed, better be prepared for the consequences coming after wards.

You know what they say: “Treat her like a Queen, fuck her like a whore.” Doesn't matter how much of a gentleman Rook is in the daylight, when the night comes, he's just the animal and you're the pray, watch him eat you.

Not that Rook is always one to go that wild during sex since he's still pretty considering toward his darling's emotions and limitations; he doesn't want to be the one enjoying your lovely time after all. He is more into love making than just having sex for fun, but he'd prefer it with more, well, excitement.

Why of course he doesn't mind you being a brat at all since it's nothing different from receiving your permission to go wild. Wanna play? Let's play.

You may end up being the one topping him at first because he is probably... intrigued. He likes to see whether your actions are as tough as your words when you ride him or not. Remember: He's got the stamina. He'll patiently wait until you can't take it anymore then pin you back and have his own turn. See how the tables are turned-? He can go for long, tiring rounds all night leaving you both in a mess of sweat and each other's juices as you'd still have to take in his huge cock.

When he tops, there's no stop until he makes you scream. He'd love to see how you'd go from a insubordinate brat to a helpless bottom hoe begging for mercy. So pittyful and needy, isn't that just beautiful?

Though he's quite the opposite as a bottom. He can see your growing excitement and nasty thoughts through your eyes so he doesn't mind giving you the chance to take advantage of him. He'll give his body to you with pleasure so you can play with him as you wish.

Other than getting to have his perfectly masculine body and sexy abs, remember etter that that soft, thicc and squishy butt of this man is an absolute treasure on its own so you better not lose the chance of getting to eat mister Hunt. You can get him to lie on his chest while still on knees so he is pushing his ass into the air, giving you the best advantage to have your meal.

You can do whatever you'd like to then, show how much you can do with that mouth of yours. Even give him a rim job in case you're into it. Use lots of saliva to make more enjoyable as you kiss or lick, he'd absolutely love it. Best part would be... biting. That squishy flesh of ass of his is softer than you'd ever imagine so better take the chance to eat him. In contrast to many men Rook doesn't mind you leaving some of those savage markings on his ass and you'd even get to hear him letting out some deep, sensual moans to the pillow when you're having his butt. It'd surely drown him in pleasure.

Got a kink you wanna try? Go on and throw it at him. He doesn't mind trying new things on you but often decides to let you be the one choosing them. Mostly because of the high possibility of his choices being too much for you, he doesn't want it to be that merciless. Be careful not to give him too much power though, try not to bring in any dangerous kinks otherwise it cannot be guaranteed if Rook can hold himself back or not.

Beware, Rook is a gentleman who knows when not to be gentle...

Oh lord, is he being underestimated? No matter how much of a brat you are, when Vanrouge's in the mood it's far beyond your limits to have a chance against a this pink gremlin in bed.

Better be into bdsm: Chains? Whips? Collars? Gags? Ropes? Butt plugs? Bring it on baby!

He actually does already keep quite a few of bdsm toys and matetials in his room, somewhere no one else can find but him of course. He allows you to choose your favorite color what he's going to use on you and when it's the time, he allows you to choose them for him.

Tie him up and make him your bottom slave, he doesn't mind at all~ People are quite predictable and uninteresting these days so, he likes to see how you may surprise him. Go nasty, go feral, go wild. Make him seriously cum after all these years with his uncool sleeping mates.

He may not seem to but he's quite hard to satisfy, especially as a bottom. Doesn't matter how much he's enjoying himself between your legs, it isn't going to hold him back from trying to piss you off.

"My my, Is that all you've got...? And I thought you were going to bring me some fun..."

He has a thing for humiliating you and watch how far you can go to prove him wrong. Top brat x bottom rat= Ultimate freaky cycle.

Regardless of how much of a bottom he can be, better be prepared for the times he tops. Both of you are freaks in bed but there's a difference: He's got the power. He'll definitely make you cry even if he has to use another of those orgasm spells on you.

As a top he'd want total dominance over his darling but he sure does want it to be hard to achieve. He wants to have to push you back in bed. Tease him so he can tease you even more, that's how it works.

Is into into inflicting pain through both physical side( Biting, chewing, nailing) and the erotic side. Leaving Markings behind and bloodplay may be his simplest kinks but he's also got a thing for playing with your body and mind.

Misbehave and you'd be punished; he can easily dig his long fingers inside you and have his long nail mercilessly crumb your walls before pulling out right as you're about to cum, leaving you in a painful mess inside your stomach wanting to cum so badly.

He's such a freak ass for edging, he'd get you to the brink of orgasm then backs off. He'd repeat this over and over as long as he likes to play before giving you an explosive orgasm. To bring you even more pain, he'd come up with one of his secret orgasmic spells to make you even needier that'll make you cry in pain. Ah yes, he is being a bitch and he doesn't mind at all. You would often end up screaming as you beg Lilia to let you cum, as if he's going to give in this easily. He's going to make sure that you'd learn your lesson.

"N-gah sugar. You gotta be punished for your veeeerrry poor manners tonight. My pet must learn to behave,"

Were you looking for that one pink neko who also happens to be a bottom bitch? Here he is! So get on top of him and kitty-play with him all night because it's all both you and him are asking for.

He isn't even going to fight back, things are much easier and better when someone else is in charge of the game, he can just lay back and enjoy the show. You have no idea how much fun you bring him everytime you pin him to the bed and tell him what a fuckable furry he is.

Chenya as well has got a little bratty side in him which can also be seen in bed; but it usually won't go any further than either make specific parts of his body invisible right at the moment you aren't expecting him to (Especially when you're giving him a hand job / blow job and suddenly his cock fades away-) or giving you nicknames. He isn't really into cursing or calling his partner names in bed but sure does have a thing for them having nicknames; especially those that radiate top energy. He'd actually come up with lots of fancy nicknames for you: Poison cookie, Marsh Mallow, Juicy lips, Majesty, Mama, Sexy witch,...

He's lowkey into bdsm as well so go get him some pink collars and gags, maybe some ropes tie him to bed as well- Note that he really enjoys getting o your nerves and having you punish him after wards. The harder, the better.

Chenya is more than ready to be your pet in bed so don't be surprised when he calls you mama; he's your pink naughty bitch so go on and would love it if you punish him for being such a nasty kitten.

He literally wants you to treat him like your bitch so the brattier you get, the more he'll love it. One of his favorites would be when yo give him one of those wild rides as you savagely pull the chain connecting to the tight collar you've put around his neck, lowkey choking him everytime you pull it up.

He loves watching you play with his cock, even thinking about that seductive sight between his legs as you take his length in makes him want to cum.

As he leaves most of the play-thing and decisions to his darling you won't get to see him doing much more than breathlessly smirking through his moans and dirty talking, telling you to either discipline him like a slut or keep him tied up forever and use him as your personal sex toy.

In case that you want to use him even more, know that he's an absolutely cute one to be pegged, his ass is more than ready for you to make him cry.

Feel free to sit oon his face cause he'd gladly command your order. While being a bottom hoe, he still knows how to put that mouth of his into use to satisfy his owner. his long togue would sharpy dance through your clit making you all wet in your magical juice like heck, he's really got something speak in that filthy tongue that'll make you want to force him to eat you out over and over.

He'd be recklessly laughing through his moans as if he's mistaken having sex with a free visit to the circus. He sometimes rambles nonsense as well; asking you unrelated questions using fancy nicknames he has given you. He mainly means to get on your nerves through it so you'd go even wilder.

See he loves having you punish him, bad kitties need a lesson.

[fbfh]

Leo Valdez relationship and intimacy headcanons

As with all steamy/nsfw works, the characters are aged up to 18+/college era

so

let’s get started ‘,:)

(1.2k, get ready)

When you’re making out he’s a top

But when things get heavier

Bottom as hell

Like he’ll instigate

He’ll dance with you and playfully grind a little

He’ll kiss you and bite your ear and whisper things in spanish that shouldn’t be translated

But as soon as you reciprocate

Oh

Bottom mode: fucking on

[plankton voice] I didn’t expect to get this far

Later on in the relationship he might get a little more confident and top you on occasion

Or more if you encourage it

But if he could have one image for the rest of his life 

It would absolutely be you hovering over him about to go to town

Dies in the best possible way if you push him onto the bed/couch/wherever

Gets very excited when you straddle him

Please please straddle him

His hips will automatically go up a little before you even do anything

Really loves when you straddle him 

Loves holding your waist and loves squeezing your butt and loves touching your hair

Genuinely loves all the parts of you

Ass? Yes. Tiddies/pecs? Yes. Legs? Yes.

Big fan of making out

B i g fan of grinding

You could absolutely finish him by grinding

I’m not saying it hasn’t happened before

Like if you grind against him at all even a little

Shabam

Putty in your hands

If you do that little swirly thing with your hips that he loves he’ll moan so loudly

Speaking of which

He is so vocal

S o vocal

Half to break the tension half cause he can’t help it

Makes the absolute nicest noises

Like he takes in a sharp breath and then moans it out

It’s n i c e

A little part of you wants to bite his neck and record the noise as his ring tone in your phone

L o v e s  when you grab him by the collar

If he’s wearing a tie grab him by the tie

Lowkey started wearing a tie more often jus so you’d do this

Generally loves being in a very close proximity to you

He’s the type to be at least a little horny all the time 

His love manifests as horniness a lot

I’m talking any time any place

Especially if it’s inconvenient

Grocery store, clothes shopping, bumping into an old friend

Wake you up in the middle of the night to see if you’re feeling frisky kinda shit

And how could you not be with this boy

The morning after he’ll wake you up with neck kisses

And in his gravely ass morning voice 

“So… you up for round… what round are we up to?”

Goes feral when you lift up his shirt/hoodie by running your hands up his abs

Member 2/2 of the growl/purr thing club

He’ll say something dirty in spanish and punctuate it with some kind of purr snarl and maybe a well placed bite

It’s extremely effective

Don’t let him know that though

Otherwise he’ll do it all the time and have too much power

Speaking of power

Call him papi and he bursts into flame

“Whatever you say, papi…”

!!!!!!

He’ll genuinely freeze in shock

Red as a firetruck

But you can only do it like once a year or he’ll actually die

It’s that powerful

Really likes lacy underwear

If u wear bras and you happen to wear like 

An unlined lace bra

Esp if it’s like burgundy or red

Obvs

Or if you genuinely want to end him then wear matching bra and panty sets

The top of his head unfolds like a cartoon and animated rockets and fireworks spray out  

Another fun thing you can do to ruin him:

Trace your fingers over the lines of his muscles 

Especially his v line

Makes him shiver every fucking time

If you surprise him by pushing him onto the couch, straddle him and grind until he’s bucking his hips and moaning

Dw it doesn’t take long

He will literally genuinely unironically propose marriage if you do that

The type of person to cancel plans if you take off your shirt

Have you seen those tiktok videos where people surprise their s/os by walking out naked

The first one in this compilation is all I have to say about that

H i c k i e s

This man and his hickies,, eye-

He fucking LOVES giving you hickies

Will not object in any way shape or form if you give him a few on his chest and neck

Will “accidentally” let them show without an ounce of shame

r/oopsdidntmeanto

Bite his collar bones really gently

Just trust me his reaction is worth it

Very very worth it

Squeeze his thighs from time to time

It’s a nice surprise for all parties

He is a total hoe for egirls 

You cannot convince me otherwise

Like if you put on any kind of egirl outfit/makeup he loses his shit

Do an ahegao face as a joke 

He actually stumbles backward and falls onto the nearest surface

And then bursts into flame

He just stares at you and you know you’re in for a long night/afternoon/morning

“H-how… how do I make you do that again??”

If you combine the face with the egirl look just uuuh

Time it at the beginning of a vacation or three day weekend

Cause neither of you will be doing anything for a while

Except each other

An “every surface in the house” kinda guy

Literally genuinely such a good lover

Like he’s so focused on you 

Gets serotonin just from you being around

Much less you trailing your hands under the waistband of his underwear

Oh do that too

Like you unbutton his pants and start to tug them down

But kinda play with the band and material of his underwear before you finish undressing him

Drives him fucking wild

m u t u a l  g r o p i n g

Very into foreplay/fun teasing

But won’t die without it

It’s like,, you get a cake and it’s amazing

And the more frosting decorations and sprinkles you add it gets even better

You’re just so excited you have dessert 

Idek if that makes sense but you probs get what i mean

He has a unique brand of aftercare

Ig it’s like,,, more focused on bonding than one person taking care of the other

Good luck not cuddling with this man

Let him sleep with his face in your chest

We all know he’s a stomach sleeper

Esp if you have boobs

If he could purr he absolutely would

If you try to wham bam thank you maam without cuddling after like 

He’ll survive

But when he finally gets you to cuddle he will absolutely make up for that lost time

His favorite thing ever is when he gets to see you just like,,, being organically yourself

Like watching you take off your makeup

Absolutely the type to watch you get dressed the morning after

Like you don’t even really realize he’s awake 

But you get that feeling like eyes are on you yk

You turn around and see him looking at you all sleepy and lovey

“...What?”

“Nothing…”

So you keep getting dressed

But the look doesn’t fade 

And you know it’s not nothing

The way he’s looking at you now, you know you’re the something

He makes it feel really nice to be the something 

Cause like you view yourself as his something

But he deadass sees you as his everything

And he will do everything he can to make you feel euphoric in as many aspects of your life as possible

[markleesthighs]

Can I request a piece of writing with Badboy!Jaehyun and him changing throughout their relationship because his shy girlfriend has asthma and can’t be around him when he smokes cigarettes?🥺

-ahh i love this concept thanks for sending it in!

You never thought you would end up dating Jaehyun. He was the complete opposite of you, loud, rebellious, and dangerous. You, on the other hand were someone who did well in school, kept yourself quiet, and followed rules accordingly. You met Jaehyun at one of his parties, your friend dragged you to it because she wanted you to get out of the house for once. She clearly dressed you up, putting on your makeup, clothes, and jewelry for you. You looked completely different, you weren’t wearing your soft sweaters and ripped jeans but a tight fitted dress that was riding up your butt. (You kept trying to pull it down) So when you entered the party it would be no shock that everyone drew their attention to you, including Jaehyun.

“Woah! y/n looks hotter then normal!”

“I’d tap that any day.”

“Who knew she had those curves under those sweaters.”

All these comments somewhat ticked off Jaehyun. He liked how you looked before, you looked cute and innocent, he liked that you were and looked different from his lifestyle. He admits that you looked hot, but he didn’t like that you looked like fresh meat for all the other guys drooling over you. When Johnny approached you, he snapped out of his thoughts. You still looked like an awkward mess while trying to talk to Johnny, but when he was about to whisk you away upstairs (probably to make out or something) Jaehyun stepped in and asked Johnny if he could talk to you outside. Johnny smirked and said

“Get it Jae, you sly dog. You are a lucky man.”

Drunkenly laughing Johnny walked off to hit on another girl for the night as you looked up with your innocent e/c (eye color) eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or if he had too much to drink. He dragged you outside almost like a strict dad pulling their child outside to scold them.

“What is all of this? Who do you think you’re fooling?”

“Relax, Jaehyun, I didn’t want to show up like this, I wanted to come in a hoodie and sweats and curl up in the corner with a book.”

“But why?”

“My friend dressed me up after seeing me in my outfit.”

To prove your point you kept tugging your dress down and attempting to take out your fake lashes. Admittedly, you had a crush on Jaehyun, but you thought you were just like everyone else, everyone has a crush on the bad boy, why would he want to date you? Part of you let your friend dress you up like this because you knew this is what Jaehyun liked, at least up until now when he’s confronting you about it. You sighed as you tried to take off your heels but you stumbled and fell into Jaehyun.

“S-sorry!”

“It’s alright you can hold on to me while you try to take off your heels.”

You thanked him as you held onto his shoulder taking off your heels and then laying down on one of the pool chairs.

“Shouldn’t you be going back to the party? I’m alright now, and I’m probably going to leave soon.” You said struggling to take off your left eyelashes.

“Nah, the party can survive without me, here I’d rather be out here helping you.”

Jaehyun said as he ripped off the lashes like a band-aid, it hurt so much that you began to cry. Jaehyun pouted (but you couldn’t see) as he dried your tears with his thumb, now holding your cheek. He was about to lean in for a kiss before you stopped him.

“Look Jaehyun, thanks for helping me, but I’m not interested in becoming one of yours. I’m sure you can find someone better.”

“I doubt a girl dressed like you would take off their fake eyelashes for me.”

“But, do you only like what you see? Do you only like me because I’m dressed like this?”

“No! I liked you much better in comfortable baggy clothes, curled up reading a book.”

You gave him props for remembering details of your conversation, but that doesn’t change the fact that Jaehyun’s a bad boy.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“Wait-“

Jaehyun dragged you to the garage to his motorcycle. “So cliche” You thought. He gave you a helmet as he invited you to hop on. You had nothing to lose so you put on his helmet and hopped on. You were holding onto Jaehyun’s waist as you awkwardly felt his abs through his shirt, he’s lucky he can’t see you blushing right now. He smelled like how you imagined, cigarettes and musk, with a feint hint of pine. You and Jaehyun arrived at the top of a hill, which had an amazing view of the city. You could see all the gleaming lights without all the cars honking and people yelling. There was a bench and Jaehyun sat and invited you to sit. You sat down and you continued to stare out into the city.

“So, is this your usual hook up spot?”

Jaehyun laughted “No, I’ve never brought anyone up here before.”

“Riiight, lemme guess this is your ‘special’ place.”

“I-I uhh, yeah, I used to come here with my mom when I couldn’t sleep, before my parents got divorced.”

“O-oh I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.”

You both sat awkwardly as you were rubbing your arms from the cold. Jaehyun threw his jacket over you.

“I meant what I said at the party. You are different, and I like that about you. I’m not joking when I’m saying I want to ask you out.”

HUH!? He wanted to ask you out? why? what’s happening? Before you could answer he held your cheek, he looked even more gorgeous, with the light shining bright against his perfect skin.

“I won’t kiss you if you don’t want to.”

You kissed Jaehyun which made his eyes go wide as he kissed you back, holding both of your cheeks in his hands. You pulled back blushing awaiting his reaction.

“Was that your first kiss?”

You nodded

“I could tell.”

“Hey! I bet you’ve stolen so many first kisses.”

“You’re right but none of them were as good at yours.”

From that moment on you started dating, all your friends were worried that he was dating you for some bet but now you’ve been dating for almost a year now. Jaehyun invited you to eat on the rooftop with him, you’re usual spot for eating together. Jaehyun didn’t bring anything for lunch except for a box of cigarettes, which you had to get used to. He was caring enough to smoke a good distance away from you so it wouldn’t ruin your lunch. You, however has asthma, and always took your inhaler before lunch, knowing Jaehyun smoked often. But you forgot to take it today, so you were coughing more than usual. Jaehyun noticed this and immediately put out his cigarette to see what was wrong.

“Babe, was the smoke too much? I’m sorry, I-“

“It’s ok Jae, it’s just my asthma.”

“What’s asthma?”

“My airway is just more constricted than normal, meaning I have a hard time breathing at times.”

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You seemed to enjoy your smoke breaks, so I just take my inhaler, which helps open up my airway before I come up here. But I forgot it today.”

Jaehyun felt bad, and you could tell, so you kissed his cheek in reassurance that it was ok. But as the week went by, you notice he gradually stopped smoking, taking only one cigarette break per day. The following week he stopped carrying cigarettes all together but instead had dum dum lollipops in his mouth. He would suck on the lollipop to relive his stress. Since he didn’t smoke, he found himself sharing lunch with you, stealing the last chip or eating the last gummy bear. You found it endearing that he would change a bad habit of his because of you.

“Jae, where are your cigarettes?”

“Well, I want you to be healthy and be able to breath and take your break when you have lunch with me, so I wanted to quit. For you.”

“But- I don’t want you to change because of me, that’s not fair if I don’t change for you. Like the night you met me, you didn’t want me to change, but what if you like-“

“Babe, I’m changing for the good of your health, it won’t change who I am and why I love you.”

Your eyes softened at his words and you kissed him tasting the blue raspberry lollipop he was eating earlier.

“Blue raspberry?”

He giggled at you identifying his lollipop choice for the day.

“Never change y/n, never change.”

[secretaryunpaid]

5. “I pushed you away because…I was scared. Never in my life had someone so earnestly tried to be my friend. I was bitter because ‘bitter’ was all I knew how to be. And I’m sorry for that—I really am.” “It isn’t too late, you know.”

Any Pairing and any a.u you feel speaks to you

Pairing: Dahlia Dalton X Robin Flores

Word Count: 1,860 approximately

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): Not for immature minds, 17+, adult intercourse, bondage, cum play, spanking, female pegging

Music Inspiration:

Cum Get It (E) - Tink

Do For Me (E) - Tank

Girls Need Love (E) - Vedo

Alone With You(E) - Alina Baraz

Sending a quick text, she receives confirmation that he is home. “Sure, I haven’t seen my nephews in a while. What is this really about though, Dahlia.” With no response over the next five minutes, he phones her.

Hearing her sobs, he immediately becomes concerned. “How close are you?”

“I’m pulling into the garage now. The boys are asleep. Can you help me bring them in?” Upon taking a deep steadying breath, Robin opens the door. “I…” She immediately falls against him in exhaustion, tears flowing faster than before.

“Hey, now… What’s going on?” Feeling things he shouldn’t right now, he gently strokes her shoulder, attempting to soothe her staggered breathing. “I… just need a friend right now…“ Knowing there is much more, he doesn’t pry. He smooths his palms against her back until she finally calms. “Let’s get everyone inside, huh?” She nods, drying her tears, inhaling quickly…

Once inside, he suggests putting the boys on the bed in the spare room. Privacy will definitely be needed. The boys don’t need to see Dahlia upset. They can never understand and usually end up crying in her arms along with her.

With the twins snugly sleeping, Robin and Dahlia move to a part of the penthouse furthest away from the boys to discuss what has her in such a broken state. “Robin, have you ever trusted someone to have your back through everything and then they do the worst damage to you over everyone else? … Wait dumb question right… I wasn’t think- “

“Don’t apologize, Dahlia… This isn’t about me right now… What did my brother do?” Before the words fully reach her ears, she’s sobbing quietly, unable to face his question… “Can we … I don’t … I’m lost right now… I can’t even form a damned coherent sentence…”

“You don’t have to say, I know already that it’s Sam… This scenario has played out one too many times… Especially in colle- … I’m sorry, forgive me…” She peers up for a moment, “It’s really okay, Robin… You’re not wrong…”

“What does it for you? I mean, Sam isn’t the easiest character to deal with. I have to give it to you… You tamed him better than anyone I have seen, yet… So what is it about him that “keeps you”?”

“What does it for you? I mean… What gets you off?,” she boldly asks Robin. You taunt and tease, but is it just a facade? Are you … compensating?”

“That’s a loaded question you’ve asked me… Careful of that curiosity… it kills!” Showing that she isn’t afraid of a challenge, she strokes his crotch, flexing a brow, deepening her stare… “Is it ... loaded? I can help you with that minor problem!”

She drags her tongue against his closed lips, arousing him and providing a challenge at the same time. This would be an immediate situation, except now, she isn’t just Sam’s plaything … She is his wife now, and if he’s honest with himself, his enemy…

“Gonna make me work for answers, I see. More fun for me!” She trails her nail over his growing attraction, slowly batting her lashes as she casts her spell… Her hand moves up to pull his shirt free from his trousers, teasing his perfectly toned abs just before leaning close to trace the outline with the tip of her tongue.

“Give in to me Robin, or are you milking this for its worth?” The soft spoken words tickle as her breath grazes the sensitive places of his heating flesh. He adjusts as if pulling away, but she soon feels his fingers tracing her neckline. “Why now, Dahlia?... Why not before you became my brother’s property?”

“Property? Hmmm, m’kay… Can property make you feel like this?” She straddles his lap, slowly teasing her center against his. She slides her hands up his abs, spreading along his chest until she teases his nipples between her nails, lightly applying pressure.

“So you’re saying his Audi makes you feel like this?” Kissing him, slowly inserting her tongue into his mouth as it loses resistance to her advance, Watching the flicker in his eyes, she knows the fire has been fully lit, and only taking her fully would put it out.

She presses her breast against him, taking his hands in hers, massaging them as her head lolls back for his kiss against her neck. Unable to resist, he presses his lips to her flush skin. “Lick it, Robin… Tease me with your tongue… I’m feeling sinful…”

Her throaty groan sets the tempo, and he falls into her first line of capture. “So… again,” she says, kissing his full lips, “What? (Kisses his chin) Gets? (Licks from his chin to bottom lip) You? (Grinds hard against him) Off? (Leans back, staring like a panther ready to pounce)”

“Giving back shots, tasting what’s forbidden, fucking you so hard you’ll beg me not to stop … pleading through the pain… Need I say more?” Licking her lips in anticipation, “Say nothing... Do ... everything… someplace … private.”

“Are you sure that you are ready to walk on the ‘dark side of the moon’? You should be careful of what you let your curiosity get into… I won’t relent… So… You must give your consent…” She simply crosses her wrists behind her back, winking to assure him that she is a big girl… “Safe word or phrase ?...”

Hesitating to form something uncommon, she confirms, “Dark Phoenix”, and he begins to bind her wrists together, connecting them to the ankle restraints. (She has already informed him that he can unzip her skirt for removal, but all else must remain. With the twins here, she can’t afford to delay answering them should they wake.)

As he removes her skirt, he stares at every exposed area, teasing his nails against her inner thigh, sending a shiver of semi-release through her. Moaning, she spreads her thighs… “Again… Please, Robin.” As he does, he notices her sit back for just a moment, body trembling.

“I mean, I know I’m that good Dahlia… but give me a chance to feel that release.” Eyes coming back center, she lowers her gaze, slowly retracting her tongue against her teeth, as she squeezes her thighs together tightly. “Spank me, Robin.”

Eager to follow her commands, he moves behind her, smacking her ass cheek firmly, then gently rubbing light circles to soothe the sting. He reaches up through her legs, teasing her clit before running his fingers inside her folds, moving back to her anus… shocked by the fuzzy tickle of his forearm. “

“Are you wearing a vibrating butt plug, Dahlia? ... Kinky girl!” Her gentle hum excites him … sending a pulsing thrill up his shaft. “Shit, I love a freak.” She tilts her head just enough to speak over her shoulder. “How about Fuck this freak instead.”

He kneels in front of her, kissing her roughly as he stuffs three fingers inside her, stoking her juices as his tongue plays against hers. “Hold them still, I’ll ride them. Kiss me harder.” She winds against his soaked fingers. Her thrusts send his fingers deep into her, triggering soft moans of his name. “Fuck this, I need to be in you!” His desire peaked, he doesn’t waste any more time.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor immediately sends a thrill through her center, her climax building again. Within seconds, Robin is positioned behind her, detaching her wrist restraints from her ankles, then reaching over her thigh … pressing against her clit pinched between his fingers as he drives himself into her.

Exhaling deeply, he latches onto her neck, feeling the urge to shout from the intensity of feeling her surrounding him tightly. The vibration causes them both to grind, movement hardly noticeable, but involuntary. She leans her head back against his shoulder, and he instantly kisses her.

His tongue moves in time with his deep strokes, which are gentle at first allowing her to adjust to him fully. It isn’t long before he grips her forearm, stabilizing himself as he leans back to maximize his thrust. Her release evident as it coats him, causing him to still momentarily to feel every drop… quickly recovering, fucking her hard to bring them both to completion mindblowingly hard… Moaning together loudly before they realize volume.

Gradually falling from her high, she hears Robin explain their past indifference…

“I pushed you away because … I was scared. Never in my life had someone so earnestly tried to be my friend. I was bitter because ‘bitter’ was all I knew how to be. And I’m sorry for that- I really am.” “It isn’t too late, you know.”

“So, are you expecting us to be “friends with benefits” after this?” She smiles, tilting her head… “Robin?” He smirks, expecting her to say the magic words… “I’m going to need that video footage… Did you really think that I didn’t know you were filming this? And untie me!”

He laughs, running his hand over his scruffy beard, then through the right side of his hair… his ‘tell’ that he has indeed been caught. Quickly dressing, he removes the thumb drive, handing it over. “You have it, so… what are you gonna do for me?”

She hands him a thumb drive of her own… “I think that you will find Sam’s latest departmental projections quite interesting… It’s on you what you choose to do with this information …”

Making their way hurriedly to check on the boys, they find them still fast asleep. “Help me get the boys in the car? We have a flight to catch … “

“Does Sam know about this… flight?”

“Fuck Sam!”

“If this drive contains what I think it does … consider him fucked !”

Within an hour, the three Daltons are airborne, sound asleep as they make their way to Cordonia… But Dahlia wakes suddenly, feeling more guilt now than anger… “How could he? How could I? Does our marriage really mean this little to both of us? Dammit Sam… of all people, why Jenny? Hypocrite! Did you not just fuck Robin?” …

She places one final call, “I’m calling in that one-time home visit. I should be there before dinner. Thanks, Van… I screwed up big time… I left Sam!” As she places her phone on the nightstand, memories of her wedding filter to mind… and the tears start once more...

[rodeoxqueen]

Ever since I got this idea I haven't been able to stop thinking about Dante being a stripper cowboy 😳😳 Maybe smol shy S/O was dragged by her friends into a strip club when she caught the attention the attention of a certain red devil? 👀🌹 I have a mighty need for some Dante erotica, I'm sorry 😅

Howdy Howdy,

Partner, there’s no need to apologize. If anything, I’m sorry this request was sitting in my inbox for more than a week. I was watching as many male stripper movies as I could find to make this accurate. Here’s a fully written work to make up for the wait. 

Part II is in the making, I couldn’t fit all that raunchiness into one chapter. For my male and gender-neutral readers, I’ll do my best to write inclusive installments that make you feel sexy and well-loved by this stripper cowboy. All readers deserve a lap dance.

Yours,

Rodeo 

Can You Touch This?-Cowboy!Stripper! Dante/Reader-(PART I)(AFAB! READER)

Tags/Warnings: 18+, AFAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Magic Mike!Au, Erotica, Minors Do Not Try It.

Read It On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28256070/chapters/69242487

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club. 

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys!  That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building. 

So when you couldn’t hear your own thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face. 

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?” 

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills. 

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!” 

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who clearly went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you. 

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin. 

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers. 

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor. 

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot. 

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar. 

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your heels. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home. 

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence. 

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink. 

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting. 

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled. 

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation. 

“I’m Dante.” 

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled. 

“Nice name for a nice lady. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded. 

“What did you wish for?” 

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants. 

“With those friends?” He chuckled. 

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined. 

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself. 

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned. 

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner. 

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face. 

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin. 

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-”  Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter. 

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room. 

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends. 

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?” 

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased. 

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness. 

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm. 

“Oh girl they’re gonna need a mop after this.” 

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic. 

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.” 

 The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across. 

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock. 

White hair. 

“Ladies, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat. 

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement. 

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table. 

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked down muscles. 

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted. 

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands. 

His hands groped his own butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare. 

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt. 

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face. 

“Now, ladies.” He pointed to the crowd. 

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package. 

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching. 

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word. 

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs. 

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.” 

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight. 

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.”  He pointed at the DJ. 

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back. 

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs. 

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you. 

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts. 

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast. 

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, pretty girl?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake! 

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened. 

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked. 

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped. 

“Take a seat, lil lady.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended. 

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval. 

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair. 

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him! 

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you. 

Despite the one in a million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up. 

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded. 

“Okay, Dante.” 

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his own peak-conditioned skin with your own hands. 

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had really been this close to anything like those erotic novels. 

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?! 

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up. 

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation. 

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her. 

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze. 

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile. 

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him. 

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed. 

“Just givin’ a nice lady some lovin’.” He argued. 

“No, get off the stage, Dante.” 

“Five more minutes?” 

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine. 

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted. 

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases. 

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you. 

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head. 

“Ah! He left his hat!”  You exclaimed as you took it from her hands. 

“A souvenir.” 

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service. 

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes. 

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at. 

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom. 

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.” 

 He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar. 

“Hey girlie, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner. 

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table. 

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either-DS 

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your purse, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club. 

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver. 

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your purse weighed the heaviest on your mind. 

High heels in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home. 

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh. 

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular. 

[minniepetals]

uh part seven please 🥺👉👈 if you’re not busy

— part 7 / more here

There's something in the way that they hold you and refuse to let you be alone despite how much you want it. There's something special in how they address you, when you're sitting on the floor of the living room as Seokjin fixes your shoulder up, when you're refusing to meet their eyes because you feel like a fool (plus the top of your chest and up is exposed for Seokjin to see your injured shoulder).

There's something in the way they hold you after you're somewhat fixed up, letting your body lean against them, gently wiping the tears that refuses to stop freely flowing.

They let you cry, let you use their shoulders to let it all out. But they also whisper sweet words that is far from an image they show to the rest of the world. No one else understands who they truly are, that they are sweet and kind and loving, that they aren't just badboys who likes to mess around, fighting and racing on the streets.

Because to you they're your boys. The ones who will always drop everything the second you ask for them no matter how busy they are. The ones who will never hesitate to lift a fist for you. The ones who will continue to shower you with love even as you eventually fall asleep in their arms with the last of your tears escaping.

You cling to them through your dreams, whimpering into the night, letting them hold you and care for you.

When you awake the next day, it's hard lifting your dominate hand with your injured shoulder but they take care of it all for you.

You giggle with Yoongi and Namjoon as the two of them help you in the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth.

"You're really bad at this," you tell Yoongi who sticks your toothbrush in your mouth.

"Hush," he tells you as he holds your face steadily with his free hand. He's so close when he leans in, concentrating on each brush as carefully as possible to not accidentally push in too deep and choke you.

Namjoon watches with a smirk as your cheeks blush easily at the close proximity. "Babygirl, open wider," Yoongi advises and you grumble something under your breath as toothpaste drips from your open mouth and falls against Yoongi's hand.

"I'm drooling!"

He doesn't really care. "You're adorable."

You make a face. "I'm ugly!"

Yoongi pauses as Namjoon tsks. "What'd you say? Did you just degrade yourself? How many times have I told you that I'll beat up anyone that dares to say rude things to you?"

You take his hand off with your good hand and the younger man hands you a cup to rinse your mouth with. "Will you beat me up then?" You ask after rinsing and Namjoon goes to wipe your mouth with water. You feel like a child being taken care of right now.

"I will if I have to," Yoongi huffs.

"You wouldn't," Namjoon laughs.

"Alright maybe not," he sighs before narrowing his gaze at you, "but that doesn't mean you're allowed to hurt yourself. You're pretty and I will kill anyone that dares to think otherwise."

Namjoon carries you back down from the marble counter of the sink as you shake your head lightly. "Go on, babygirl," he says while tapping you lightly on the butt. "We'll join you in the kitchen in a few."

They let you scurry along down the kitchen where Hoseok already has pancakes prepared on a plate, decorated with little blueberries and strawberries.

Jungkook helps to feed you, not allowing you to lift even a finger, saying how you'll hurt yourself more despite how many times you've told him that's not how things work. But he insists, always too stubborn when it comes to wanting to help you, so you let him.

In the moments of just being there basking in their presence, you are the most happiest.

It doesn't matter whether you find yourself wanting to cry again because they're there in an instant, or if you're just sitting and the bad thoughts cloud your mind. Because no matter what, they'll never let you fall into a daze for long and is there to pick you up when you need it.

Not all moments are pleasant but them being there for you makes everything so much better. After all, you know you'll never be able to get through much without them.

"Jimin?"

Another two weeks passes by and it's you and Jimin alone one night. He's down in the basement sweating as he continues to throw punches onto the punching bag hung from the cieling. They've stopped attending formal boxing tournaments and have settled with friendly boxing amongst one another for you so you're happy for that.

Upon hearing you call his name, softly as ever, Jimin lets himself take a breather as he looks up to find you walking down the stairs of the basement. "Are the others back?" He wonders as he thanks you softly when you hand him a water bottle.

You shake your head lightly. "I just wanted some company."

"Oh," he says before gulping down the whole bottle. "Sorry about that," he pants as he shoots the bottle into the trash can tucked away in a corner. "You can stay here if you'd like."

"You're sweating," you note at the way his body is drenched with sweat and his hair falls damp on his head. It's quite a sight, in all honesty, seeing your best friend like this with shorts and just a white tank.

Jimin lets out a light chuckle and goes on to pull the white tank over his head, allowing your heart to just stop then and there.

He's...hot.

Literally and figuratively.

At the strip, the tattooes that falls down his sleeves are revealed some more down his chest and back. You don't know how you've been able to survive here for so long, living in a house filled with seven handsome men.

But they're your best friends, you shouldn't think of them with such thoughts especially since they're already dating each other and you've just ended things with your ex a little over a month ago.

So you clear your throat as you avert your eyes to reach for a towel. "Jimin," you call again and he turns to let you lean up to wipe the sweat that falls on his face. You have to control yourself at how close he is, still breathing heavily from the hard training, as you go on to run the towel along his temple, down his jaw, and down his neck.

Everything is sweaty.

"Are you almost done?" You ask to break the thick tense silence that has passed. Is it just you? When he hums, it's low and husky and your heart only escalates. What is wrong with you? He's your best friend. "You should..um...take a shower."

"Right." It's so tense. "Babygirl."

Babygirl.

"Hm?"

"My eyes are up here."

"Oh." You hadn't realized you've been shamelessly staring at his abs and the tattoos that falls down his chest. "S-sorry," you stammer and can feel your face heating up. But when you look up, it's another mistake because Jimin is so close.

"Babygirl..."

You don't know who makes the first move but the next thing you know, Jimin's lips are on yours and your heart skips a beat.

[peachyunjinnie]

Bang Chan A-Z

chan  minho  changbin  hyunjin jisung  felix  seungmin

masterlist  making out with chan

pairing ➛ bang chan x female reader

genre ➛ a - z list.

warnings ➛ mention of kinks

synopsis ➛  this is an alphabetical list of smut themes, from aftercare to kinks everything is covered in this post.

word count ➛ 1.2k

author’s note ➛ my first ever a-z, i don’t really know if it’s good but i hope you still enjoy !!

A: Aftercare

Chan is so good at aftercare, he will take a shower with you or a bath when your muscles ache more than usual when he was rougher than usual. He would praise you so much, telling you how well you were before and how happy he is to be with you. Lots and lots of cuddles and a night full of kisses.

Definitely 10/10 in aftercare.

B: Body

On himself: He loves his dimples and arms. He thinks that they are his charming point. I mean he got that point, cause his dimples make my heart explode and his arms make my mind explode.

On his S/O: He loves the way they laugh. Just seeing you laugh or smile makes him go completely soft. But he loves your lips aswell, how swollen and red they are after making out or how his cum drips down after a bj. aight imma head out

C: Cum

Let me tell you something honey... this boy is m e s s y when it comes to c u m. your stomach, your thighs, your butt, your face or his favorite place inside you. this boy may be a clean person but when it comes to cum he gets m e s s y

D: Dirty Secret

He often times imagines his S/O being a dom/top. He wants to feel how it is to let someone else be in charge but he never brought it up and was so frustrated and feeling submissive that he took your dildo and imagined you pegging him. okay, why is this so detailed i-

E: Experience

He is a trainee since he was 14 so I guess that he had his first kiss and maybe even given a hickey. But more than that I don’t think he has done anything more.

F: Favorite Position

D o g g y s t y l e. He can just pull your hair and keep your back to his chest and play with your breath or just admire what is his and hitting it from the back.

G: Goofy

He is more on the serious side when it comes to intercourse but when a member walks or when you get away too touchy with each other, he will definitely laugh or give you a soft smile showing off his adorable dimples.

H: Hair

He keeps it down but not completely gone and has a little happy trail when there aren’t any promotions where he has to show his abs. Trimmed but not gone.

I: Intimacy

He can get from very praising intimate to rough degradation. He wants you to ride him so that eye contact can do it’s magic with the deep and lost gaze into each other's eyes he whispered underneath his breath “I love you.”

J: Jack Off

Our Chris is a hardworking man so I think he wouldn’t have very much time but when you aren’t around and he is alone, maybe does it about 3x a week.

K: Kink

Degradation : Giving

Praise : Giving Receiving

Dominance : Giving

Submission : Receiving

Edging : Giving

Overstimulation : Giving

Slight BDSM : Giving

Breath Play : Giving

Oral : Giving Receiving

L: Location

Everywhere in the dorm behind locked doors. The Kitchen, The Living Room, The Bathroom, His Studio, and many many other places. Behind closed doors and his knowledge where the others are he would do it everywhere.

M: Motivation

Your Eyes. When he sees your eyes he imagines them looking up with that innocence and pure gaze. While choking on his dick, that really be keeping him going.

N: NO

Anything that involves any other members, he isn’t good at sharing his S/O and wants her to only spend time with him. So he would get jealous a little easier than other people but he can hide it really well so you would mostly not even notice.

O: Oral

He may not be experienced but he knows what he is doing, okay. He flicks and licks with his tongue. Doing things that most dicks can’t do.

He loves receiving oral. He is so amazed by your skills and how you can manage to take all of this in your small little mouth. He can’t control himself so he often fucks your mouth, hands in your hair grabbing it and keeping it going.

P: Pace

It depends on how he is feeling:

If he: feels soft and wants something more passionate he would go slower but roll his hips into you, hitting every spot that could be hit.

Or

If he: feels dominant and frustrated he can go to the point where you can’t walk for some days. Keeping you up all night with his kinks.

Q: Quickie

He is not a big fan of it but as I said he is such a hardworking person that he most of the time doesn’t have time for real sex.

R: Risk

He could risk some but not too risky like the parking lot of a Taco Bell. screams in European. he could go for a public restroom or the dance practice rooms.

S: Stamina

He could definitely last for 2 rounds since our Chris is into sports and his stamina should be pretty good. But more than 3 rounds it would be problematic.

T: Toy

A vibrator, dildo, handcuffs, and blindfold with a buttplug. He is pretty decent but not an angel but it’s still something to work with. I could imagine him being the type to push a vibrator into you after you agreed on playing a game with him. He would have an iPhone control over the little device that was deeply buried into you. The game was if I made a noise of if anybody would notice it there was a punishment.

U: Unfair

Let’s be honest and come together and agree on the point that Chan loves teasing but hates being teased. He loves the way you squirm and whine when he does the smallest things. But try to kitten-lick his tip a little bit more teasing or wear some really revealing clothing. Homeboy will get wild.

V: Volume

A grunter and groaner, but can get whiny when he cums. He knows how much you love the sounds he makes so he would lean down to your ear and grunt into them while having his bony slender fingers wrapped around your neck, slightly adding pressure.

W: Wild Card

He loves lingerie. The way it fits you or the variety of colors and pieces. Lace or cloth panties. He loves to rip them apart when it gets heated. He would buy you many of them and would love to see you showing them to him when you’re wearing nothing but his shirt, exposing your butt.

X: X-Ray

Not too long, but the girth... girl. He would fill you up so well and the reach is unbelievably amazing.  

Y: Yearning

He is a needy baby boy but doesn’t show it. He would sext or call you for some ‘fun’. Send him nudes and you can get him going. Send him a picture of a dildo inside of you and you can expect what will happen later. 

Z: ZZZ

Tired. Just tired after the aftercare. Cuddles and kisses, but about 15 mins later he would be g o n e. 

[p-artsypants]

I Do...I Guess (6)

The Farplane

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I decided to change the way the Farplane worked, only for story purposes. You know, you gotta do what you can for the Drama™.

Also, I’m going to try to keep the lore the same, but it gets kind of confusing towards the end of the first game, so if I mess up or change something, I’m trying to have it make sense in my head. 

Also, I don’t want to completely rehash the whole story the same way, except for the little change of Yuna and Tidus being married. But some of the events are going to be pretty similar and chronological. I mean, they have a path they have to go, and I really liked the story in the game. Why ruin a good thing?

The longer time goes on, the more we’ll diverge. I’m hoping this story will reach into X-2’s timeline, but the ending is still fuzzy. I’m not writing this ahead of time, like a smart person would. You’re getting it as it comes! Whoooo!

—

As they reached the gate to the Farplane, Auron took a seat on the edge of the ramp.

“I can’t go in.” He said simply. 

Rikku took up the seat next to him and took a deck of cards out of her inventory. “We Al Bhed aren’t super big on the Farplane. We prefer to leave the past in the past.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you dig up all the Machina.” Wakka muttered, before being elbowed by Lulu. “Ow!” 

“Behave.” 

The gate to the Farplane looked like a wall of water, mirroring the side they were on.

Tidus hesitated outside, but Wakka and Lulu walked in without another thought.

“Are you coming?” Yuna asked. 

“Uh yeah…” 

And it felt like submerging underwater, but there was no wetness, just the sensation of moving from one world into the next. 

The Farplane was vast and huge, teeming with life, despite being the land of the dead. Flowers covered the ground, and cascading waterfalls filled the sky. 

The sun looked like a hole had been punched in the sky and light shone from behind. A rotting, swirling blackness gnawed at the edges, making the almost pristine world have an ominous air to it. 

“Whoa.” Said Tidus. 

“It’s so pretty,” said Yuna. 

“So how does this work?” Tidus asked the more experienced party members. 

“It’s pretty easy,” Wakka walked up to a podium at the edge of the platform they stood on. “All you gotta do is touch this sphere, here. Then, all the people in the Farplane that want to see you will appear. Then you get to pick who you want to talk to, and they’ll come forward, and then you can talk to them.” 

“Have you done this before?” 

“For sure, ah? Quite a few years ago, Chappu and I were talking about an old Besaid legend, the Melonheads. It was a group of people with swollen heads that lived in the caves down by the beach. Chappu never believed they existed, but me and some of the Aurochs were sure it was true. So when Lulu and I came through on our last pilgrimage, I asked the previous leader of Besaid about it.” 

“And what did he say?” 

“He didn’t know, so he called on his predecessor, and he called on his, so on and so forth, until we got all the way back to the war.” 

“And?” 

“And it was a bunch of bologna. It was some dumb joke from my grandfather’s era.” 

“That’s really cool you got to solve it though!” Yuna chirped. “And you got to talk to the founder of Besaid! That’s amazing.” 

“So who’s going first?” Tidus asked, glancing at the podium. 

“I’ll go. I’ll show you how it works,” replied Wakka. He confidently strolled up to the podium, but paused with his hand hovering over the sphere. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I just…got nervous, all of a sudden. I haven’t seen Chappu since…” he swallowed instead of finishing his sentence, and then pressed his hand on the surface of the softly glowing sphere. 

The air filled with hazy figures, slowly solidifying into ghostly people. Details and faces appearing as they were before they died. About fifty in total, and mostly men. 

Luzzu, a crusader that Tidus had met on Besaid, and travelled with the team all the way to Mi’ihen, was among them. 

“Wow,” Wakka said with a little, sad chuckle. “There’s more here than I was expecting.” Then he spotted Chappu, and beckoned him forward. 

“Hey big brodda! It’s been awhile, ya?” Chappu greeted with a big smile. Though he had the proud Besaid accent and boisterous voice, his sound was airy and wispy.    

“Yeah. Yeah it has.” Wakka responded, without much enthusiasm. 

“What’s with the cold reception?! Bummed because I’m dead?” 

Wakka laughed slightly, unable to help it. “Yeah. Yeah man, that’s it exactly.” 

“Well knock it off! The Farplane isn’t too bad, ya? I built a place down by the river, surrounded by flowers. We play Blitz all day, and never have to work. And the best part? No Sin! Sure, we don’t eat or sleep, but we don’t need to. So stop moping!” 

“I just…miss you. Is all.” 

“Yeah, I miss you too, eh? But time is different here. Not sure how long I’ve been dead.” 

“About a year now.” 

“Wow, a whole year! Feels like just yesterday, but also like I’ve been here for eons. It’s too hard to explain.” He waved a hand in front of his face, changing the topic. “What are you doing in Guadosalam anyway?” 

“I’m a guardian again. This time, for good. Gave up the game. It was time to get serious, you know?”

“Who this time?” 

“It’s Yuna, she’s finally ready.” He gestured behind him so that Chappu could see. 

Yuna waved. 

“Little Yuna is already on her Pilgrimage? Well, good luck! And I’ll save you a good spot!” He laughed. 

No one joined. 

“Hey Wakka,” Chappu grew serious. “You takin’ good care of my girl?” 

“He bullies me,” Lulu answered. 

“I do not! If anything, you’re the bully!”

“You need to be bullied. You’re too immature.” 

Chappu laughed again. “I guess I got my answer.”

“If anything, I’m taking care of him.” Lulu added. “But he makes sure I’m staying safe.” 

“Good, glad to hear it. I’d haunt Wakka if he wasn’t taking care of you.” 

Lulu closed her eyes, and downcast her face, hiding her expression. 

“I see Kimahri, and who’s this dude?” Chappu gestured to Tidus. 

“Your long lost twin, ya? Gotta rub some tomato in his hair, but he could be you. I gave him your sword. I think he likes it.” 

“Good! I certainly don’t need it here. Better he use it to keep Yuna safe.” 

“You got it, Chappu!” Tidus gave him a thumbs up. 

“I wish I could talk longer, but your time is precious. Just promise me one thing, Wakka.”

“What’s that?” 

“Let me go.” 

Wakka swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t know if I can do that yet, you know? For the longest time, I hoped…” he swallowed again, finding his throat too dry. “In my head, I knew you’d be here. They told me they found your body. But my heart kept hoping that they were wrong. But here you are.” 

“So take this as closure. I’m fine. Great actually. I have plenty of regrets,” he glanced at Lulu, “but there’s no one in the Farplane who doesn’t have their regrets. I’ll learn to live with them. Or…die with them, as the case may be. But you still have time, and hanging onto me is going to drag you down.” 

“Gee, when did you get so smart?” 

“You learn a few things when you arrive here. Things that seemed important when you were alive suddenly aren’t anymore, and you get a look at a bigger picture. But I’m spoiling it for you.” He shot his arm out, giving Wakka a brotherly punch that he’d never feel. “Take care, brodda. Get Yuna to Zanarkand, and maybe coach the Aurochs again if you get back, ah? We got to win once.” 

Wakka laughed. “We did win! This guy,” he pointed at Tidus. “He allegedly played for the Zanarkand Abes! He took us to the finals!” 

“You for real? He’s from Zanarkand? We played them on this side not too long ago. Great team! They got some moves I’ve never seen before. Kicked our butts, they did!” 

Wakka laughed, a real genuine laugh since they had arrived in Guadosalam. It was heartbreaking. 

“Well, you better get off the line, before we talk about Blitz for three hours.” 

“Yeah.” He sighed, and his shoulders relaxed. “I’ll see you around, ya? Next time, I might be on the other side with you.” 

“You better be an old man.” 

“No guarantees. You save me a good spot too though, okay?” 

“Already did. It’s blocked out and everything.” 

“Thanks. Well…bye Chappu.” 

“See you, Wakka.” 

And he removed his hand from the sphere. For a while, he stood there, staring at the place Chappu had been. Then he quickly wiped his face and turned to the group. “See? Easy as pie! Who’s next?” 

Yuna avoided eye contact and twiddled her thumbs. 

“Lu? You wanna go?” 

“I have no one I want to talk to.” Then she considered a moment. “But, there is someone I want to see. Just to make sure they made it to the Farplane.” She approached the podium, and touched the sphere. 

About the same amount of people appeared for Lulu as for Wakka, with lots of the same faces, including Chappu. 

After a glance over the crowd, she frowned. “A shame.” 

“You don’t see them?” 

“No. But, they could just not want to see me. I wouldn’t blame them either.” She removed her hand and stepped back, leaving the podium open for Yuna. 

“I guess it’s my turn, then.” 

With the determination he saw her garner when she summoned, Yuna approached the sphere, and placed her hand on it. Tidus was quick to take his place beside her, for emotional support. 

Many more people appeared. Maybe 200. Maybe more. It was hard to tell. 

“Famous even in the Farplane,” Tidus joked. 

“Hm. Many of these people knew my father, and probably would like to speak to me because of him. Or perhaps I met them once and made that big of an impact. It’s hard to know. But, honestly, I don’t recognize them all.” 

But there, in the middle, stood her parents, arm in arm, reunited in death. 

She beckoned them forward. 

Immediately, Lord Braska’s face melted in adoration. “Is that my Yuna? My little girl?” His voice, like Chappu, had a wispy quality to it. The sound of someone speaking without vocal chords. 

“Hello mother, father.” She greeted with a tearful smile. 

“My my child, how you have grown. How old are you now?” 

“17.” 

“Ten years it’s been then? What are you doing in Guadosalam?” 

“I’m on my own Pilgrimage to Zanarkand.” 

Instead of beaming with pride, like Tidus expected he would, Braska frowned. “You became a Summoner? That’s…a fate I had hoped to spare you from.” 

“You’re so young,” said her mother. 

“I know. But, when you defeated Sin, you brought so much joy to Spira. I want to do so too. And it’s not your fault, but I think everyone expects the same of me.” 

“I was afraid of that.” Braska lamented. 

“I want you to meet my guardians!” Yuna interjected, before the man could blame himself further. She beckoned Kimahri closer. “This is Kimahri Ronso. Sir Auron met him on his way back from your Pilgrimage and asked him to find me. He brought me to Besaid and stayed with me ever since.”

“Glad to know Auron kept his promise to look after you.” Braska smiled. 

“In Besaid, I met Lulu and Wakka. They’ve been like family to me. They practically raised me. And Sir Auron, we met up with in Luca. He’s outside, with Rikku!”

“Rikku?” Asked her mother, “your cousin?”

“Yep!”

This little tidbit of information did not escape Wakka. “Your who-what now?” 

Yuna hunched her shoulders. “Um…Rikku is my cousin?”

“But…that would mean…you’re Al Bhed?”

Yuna’s mother spoke up. “Half. A summoner married to an Al Bhed is given no favors, even if he’s widowed. So, it’s not well known.” 

“Summoner Braska married one…” Wakka shook his head in disbelief. “What a way to learn this information…” 

“You’re not going to bail, are you?” Asked Lulu. 

“No. Guardian through and through. Just…I need some time to process.” He held his head and muttered something that sounded like, “and I said all those things.” 

“And who’s this strapping gentleman standing next to you?” Yuna’s mother asked. “I think you missed a guardian?”

“Oh! Of course. This is Tidus, Sir Jecht’s son…and my husband.”

THAT brought joy from the couple. 

“You got married!” Her mother cheered. “That’s wonderful!” 

“To the crybaby?” Asked Braska, with a smug smile.

Tidus rolled his eyes. “I’m not a crybaby.”

“There will be some hard times ahead of you, and having someone like a spouse to support you will help. It's a luxury I wish I could have had.”

“Actually…” She clenched her hands to her chest. “There’s something I need your advice on. One Summoner to another.” 

“Whatever you need, My Love.” 

Just that little nickname brought joy to the part of her heart that had desperately missed her father. “Did you ever know Maester Seymour Guado?”

He thought for a moment. “Lord Jyscal’s son? I don’t think I ever met him. He’s half human, half Guado, right? He’s a Maester now, hmm? Good for him.”

“Yes, he umm…he proposed to me.”

Braska laughed. “And you obviously told him you were married, correct?”

“Well, yes. But Tidus and I have only been married a few days. Well, Maester Seymour believes it would be best if we got our marriage annulled, and Maester Seymour and I wed instead.”

“He said that!?” Yuna’s mother gawked. 

Braska, too, looked disturbed at the idea. “Why would he ask such a thing?”

“He said that…well, as a Summoner, it’s my job to bring joy to Spira. And a wedding between a Maester and Summoner would be a joyous occasion.” 

“Sure,” said Braska. “Until they find out that you broke off your marriage of love for a marriage for politics.” 

“That’s what Auron said!” Tidus interjected. 

“And that didn’t convince you?” 

Yuna blushed, embarrassed. “I know…I just…he’s a Maester, and he only has Spira and Summoner’s best interests at heart. He wouldn’t have asked if there wasn’t some good that would come out of it.” As she said it, she wondered if she really believed that. It was what she was trying to convince herself was really happening, instead of the gut feeling that hit everytime Seymour appeared. “Would he?”

Braska shook his head. “My sweet daughter, by bringing the Calm, I had hoped that I had paved a way for you to do what you want. I’m so proud that you’ve become a summoner. But Spira’s happiness doesn’t need to rest solely on your shoulders. There’s no reason you and Tidus couldn’t have a more formal and public ceremony to bring joy.”

Yuna looked over to Tidus, not having considered that at all. 

“Yuna. As hypocritical as this may sound, promise me, you won’t let anyone tell you want to do in your marriage. You and Tidus are a team now. A team not even a Maester can break up. And that’s coming from High Summoner Braska.” 

Yuna actually wept a few tears in relief. “Thank you, father. I needed to hear that. I was so concerned about Yevon and my duties to the Temples, that I forgot my duties as a wife.” She turned to Tidus. “I’m going to tell Seymour no.”

Tidus deflated like a balloon, relaxed and relieved. “Thank Yevon, right?” 

“And you, Sir Tidus,” Braska said sternly. 

Tidus straightened up. 

“As her guardian, don’t be afraid to tell people to back off. It’s your duty. Your father was particularly talented in it. Although, best not use the same language and hand gestures he used.” 

“I understand.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d get it. Yevon isn’t a thing in Zanarkand. Knowing what’s appropriate and would reflect poorly on Yuna…that’s something I’m trying to figure out.” 

“Whatever you do, once Yuna defeats Sin, it all gets overlooked, or remembered fondly. So just do what you have to.” 

“Yes sir!”

“Glad to hear it. Now, Yuna…there’s something you should know about Zanarkand.” 

“What is it, father?”

Braska hesitated. “Did Auron tell you anything?”

“Um…not anything outside of my expectations.” 

“Hmm. And you’re set on this Summoner path?” 

“That's all I want.” 

He seemed to think better of whatever he was going to say, and instead said, “well, I suppose you’ll find out when the time comes. In the end, it won’t matter.” 

“In the end?” Asked Tidus. 

Braska gave him a little look. “At the end of the Pilgrimage. It won’t matter. All she needs to do is defeat Sin.” 

“Oh, sure. Right.” 

Braska reached a hand out, touching the side of Yuna’s face, sending tingles over her cheek. “One last thing, my wonderful daughter. There’s no shame in abandoning the Pilgrimage. I almost turned back, and most Summoners do as well. I love you, and I will continue to do so no matter what you choose.”

“Thank you, father. It’s a blessing to know I have your support no matter what happens.” 

“And Tidus’ support,” he reminded. “And he’s tangible.” 

Tidus rested a hand on her shoulder, squeezing affectionately. 

Wiping a tear from her eye, Yuna gave a curt nod. 

“Good luck, My dearest daughter.” 

“We’ll be waiting,” her mother added. 

And Yuna removed her hand from the podium. She sighed, closing her eyes. 

“Feel a little better?” Tidus asked. 

“Yes. I had hoped talking to my father would give me clarity. And it did.” 

“Uh…Yuna?” Wakka spoke up. 

They were both prepared for Wakka to start interrogating her about her heritage, since that had to be on the forefront of his mind. Instead, he was pointing at the place Braska had been. 

Yuna looked up, and saw a Guado man. “Lord Jyscal?” 

Unlike Chappu and Braska, Jyscal looked…unwell. Dead and ghostly, of course, but he looked more gray, more tormented. He crooked a finger towards her, and beckoned her closer. 

Yuna leaned in, nervous that a figment could appear without anyone touching the podium. 

He whispered something in her ear. Something that puzzled her. 

But before anyone could ask questions, he was gone. 

“What did he say?” Asked Tidus. 

“I…I’m not sure. I couldn’t understand him.” She lied. More than anything, she wanted to deflect from the news she had received. “Tidus, would you like to try?” She gestured to the sphere.

He considered it. “It couldn’t hurt right? Maybe I’ll tell my mom that I got hitched. She won’t believe me.” He laughed as rested his hand on the sphere.

Hundreds. Thousands of people appeared. 

A city’s worth.

“Whoa…” said Wakka. 

“Ah. Yeah…that’s what happens when you and your dad are famous, I guess. All my fans want to see me.” He frowned as he looked around, tears gathering in his eyes. 

Children, young people in the prime of their lives, and his teammates. Friends he had eaten with just a month ago. They were all here, waiting for him. 

“I…I changed my mind.” He removed his hand. “I don’t want to talk to anyone.” The ghosts disappeared, like a bad dream.  

Wakka was staring at him, jaw dropped. 

“What?”

“You’re for real? You’re really from Zanarkand?”

Tidus chuckled. “Oh so now you believe me?”

“Kind of hard to ignore the evidence! I don’t even know that many people!”

“I’m waiting for an apology.”

Wakka sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for doubting you and calling you delusional.”

“Ahem.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Tidus.”

He smiled. “Hey, water under the bridge! Now, let’s go tell Seymour the good news and get the heck out of Guadosalam!”

Lulu spoke up. “Unfortunately, there’s a really bad storm in the Thunder Plains. We’ll have to stay the night here.” 

“When is it not storming in the Thunder Plains?”

“Fine. Get struck. See if I care.” 

Yuna led the party out of the Farplane, back to where Rikku and Auron were waiting. 

“So?” Asked Rikku. “How did it go?” 

“I’ve decided to tell Seymour no. Tidus and I are staying married.” 

“Good!” She cheered, then tacked on, “Seymour’s kind of an asshole anyway.” 

“He’s still a Maester. So you shouldn’t call him that.” Reprimanded Lulu. “At least, not in front of others.” 

Wakka sheepishly approached Rikku and gave her a light rap on the shoulder with his knuckles. “Hey kiddo, I’m sorry about what I said earlier. We might disagree about things, but there was no reason for me to yell at you, ya?” 

“Aww, it’s okay Wakka. It’s hard to fight against your whole worldview, right?” 

Auron smirked at the exchange. “Let me guess. You found out about Yuna's heritage?” 

Wakka might as well be as transparent as those on the Farplane. “Yeah well. Even if Yuna wasn’t half Al Bhed…it was still crappy to yell at a kid.” 

Rikku grinned. “I’ll take it!” 

The group then returned to Seymour’s mansion. Only to find the man in question missing. 

“Lord Seymour has moved on to his temple in Macalania, as he stated you needed time to consider his offer,” said Tromell.

“He didn’t wait for the storm to pass?” Asked Lulu. 

“Lord Seymour is not bothered by such things. But he assumed the storm and your late arrival would keep you here, and he has had two rooms prepared for you.” 

Tidus and Yuna shared a look. Only two rooms?

“Whoo! Slumber party!” Rikku chirped. 

Auron patted Tidus’ back and spoke softly. “I can see the anxiety on your face, plain as day. Lulu and Rikku will be with her. There’s nothing to worry about.” 

“Getting separation anxiety two days into marriage, eh?” Wakka chided. “It’s kinda cute.” 

“Lay off. I’m just…pissed with Seymour, is all.” He muttered, only partly lying. 

“If you are all set, I will show you to your rooms. If you will follow me.”  

Tidus and Yuna fell into step with one another, as was a common occurrence as of late. 

“Yuna?” 

“I know,” she said with a sad little smile. “We should talk about it. But…I’m kind of tired. Can it wait until we have the privacy of our own room?” 

That was such a gracious request, he couldn’t help but honor it. “Of course. Later. But, we’re good, right?”

“Only if you’re okay. I wouldn’t blame you if you were still mad at me.” 

“It’s kind of hard to stay mad at you. It…kind of hurt, but I understand.” 

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it. “I never want to hurt you again.” This came out with so much sorrow in her voice. 

He leaned in and kissed her cheek.