shhhshhshh i promise ill let you out of my basement someday ok-STOP SCREAMING- just listen to this idea rq-
(warning: you have to have had read those villainess/lout isekai manhwas otherwise this wont make sense)
You work as a servant for the King. You really enjoy your time and the money you make there.
the only bad part is his son who you serve.
The Prince's only hobbies are drinking and gambling. He's broken the hearts of many noblewoman and is infamous for being a player. He's rude and obnoxious, and nothing like his father.
He is simply scum.
And then one day, he gets into a carriage accident, and he falls into a deep coma. Though, everyone is worried for the Prince, you feel guilt for being the tiniest bit relieved you won't have to deal with his temper tantrums.
It takes months for the Prince to finally wake up. And when he does, there's something strange about him.
He's quieter now. Easier to subdue. He seems to show actual interest in his court's affairs. He's kinder, not just to his parents but also to the servants. Everyone is ecstatic about his change, especially his family. His father talks about officially making him heir to the Kingdom.
Everyone is ecstatic about the change...all except for you.
You've served the Prince for years, lingering in the shadows. You know him better than most. Down to the tiniest details.
He uses his left hand now. Instead of enjoying sweets, he prefers savory foods. Even his habits have changed. He's developed this strange way of tapping his finger. Tapping. Tapping. Tapping. You've never heard this before.
It might just be remnants from a coma. Brain damage. It might even be amnesia. You will yourself to ignore it, push it to the back of your brain but the thing is that he does remember things. He remembers the names of his family. He remembers the advisors of his father. And yet, he can't remember the ball he galivanted about two months ago. He can't remember his favorite suit or the his favorite tailor. The small, little things.
And his eyes. The way he looks at people with his cold calculating stare. He looks through them, as though people were made of glass.
It's like someone who read about the Prince... is currently puppeteering his body.
You have to ignore it. There's something inside of you that's screaming for you to ignore it. You wanted to listen to that voice oh so badly.
Despite your years of practicing servitude, mistakes happen. You lost balance of the tray, dropping it onto the floor. Porcelain scattered across the prince's room. Tea soaked into expensive carpet.
A few months ago, the Prince would've thrown a fit. You would've been yelled at, screamed at. You'd be fired that very day.
"You should be more careful." A soft voice cooed. "Are you hurt?"
He crouches down beside you, picking up the broken pieces with his bare hands. You watch even though you know this is wrong. He shouldn't be cleaning up after you, it's beneath him.
He's picking up the tray, setting it back on 'his' desk. You can hear that thing he keeps doing. Tapping, tapping tapping-
"Are you really the Prince?"
Everything stops.
You once thought the Prince had an odd way of looking at people. He looked through them, as though they were made of glass.
Today, the Prince looks right at you. He sees you.
"Huh." He says after a moment. He laughs and you suddenly feel so cold. "I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly. But you've always been surprising. That's why you're my favorite character."
'He' steps forward, and you're stumbling back.
You run. You don't stop running until you're past the door, slipping into the halls. You run and you run until you reach the safety of your own room.
You curl up on your measly cot, squeezing your fists together as you try not to break.
Somehow, you can still hear it. The tapping, tapping, tapping.
This next WOL EP teaser is genuinely getting to me because last week, while I was eepy sleepy suffering at work, I had the weirdest longass dream about the TKDB ghouls đâđť
I KNEW I was dreaming, but I couldnât control anything at all. It felt like the entire dream was already scripted and I was just forced to follow along like an NPC in some game. So anyway. Here is my entire yap session because my subconscious decided to produce Netflix original content.
The concept of the dream was that the Darkwick ghouls were not actually the characters themselves. Instead, TKDB was a movie/drama production, and all of them were actors playing those roles. Because they were actors instead of the actual characters, their real personalities were super different from who they played in game.
I remember sitting with either Haru or Haku. I genuinely cannot remember which one because my brain was still lagging when I woke up. Alan was there too. Then Haru/Haku mentioned that everybody THOUGHT Taiga was the troublemaker on set, but the REAL troublemaker was actually Alan.
And Alan just laughed. Not normal laughed either. It was that stupid handsome, drop-dead, bad-boy teen angst rumble chuckle kind of laugh đ WHY was my own dream trying to rizz me up????
Haru/Haku then explained that Taiga was actually one of the most polite people on set because he had a lot of scenes with older actors. Everybody apparently found it hilarious because he talked respectfully, used honorifics with everyone and acted super polite despite playing⌠well⌠Taiga đ
Hyde was the hardest person to mess around with once filming started because the second the camera rolled, this man LOCKED IN. Nobody could disturb him. No matter how silly people acted in the background, Hyde almost never had NGs or bloopers.
Meanwhile the kings of NGs were Jin and Tohma because they kept laughing every single time Jin went into his dramatic emo mode đ
Sometimes Tohma would start laughing while delivering his lines. Sometimes Jin would start laughing while laying on the couch. Sometimes BOTH of them would completely lose composure together and ruin the scene for everybody else. They got along really well irl too.
Then Rui joined the conversation and mentioned that Elias was actually the youngest actor on set, which apparently shocked everybody during table read day because he really did not give youngest member vibes at all.
The actors who seem to struggle the most with their roles were Towa and Subaru.
Subaru had been personally scouted by the director MULTIPLE times. He originally rejected the role because after reading the script he genuinely thought the character did not fit him and he would not be able to pull it off properly. âYeah no this character does NOT fit me and Iâm gonna flop this.â
But the director kept coming back trying to convince him over and over until Subaru finally agreed, and that was how they got Subaru Kagami.
Towa had the most insane academic background imaginable. Graduated from a top university, high GPA, currently studying MBA, and somehow still ended up in the entertainment industry entirely because his face card was too powerful đ
Then there was Shion, who was a rising star at the time. Somebody introduced him to the director, although dream me forgot who because that part was blurry.
Production team had been struggling HARD to cast Shionâs role because:
The script was difficult to memorize due to the way the character spoke.
The character himself had really specific vibes and mannerisms.
Not everybody could deliver the role properly.
They went through THREE audition rounds and still could not find anyone suitable until Shion showed up and the director basically went âOH MY GOD FINALLY.â
Edward was one of the struggling actors at the time. He originally auditioned for Shionâs role because it was difficult and unique, but since nobody passed that audition round, he assumed he was done for too. Then the director decided he fit the NEET vampire energy better instead, and thus Edward Hart was born.
Dante was not only acting in the production but was ALSO funding and sponsoring the movie himself đ
Apparently he was originally supposed to just be a cameo character, but the director loved his acting so much that he kept extending Danteâs screentime and writing more scenes for him.
Alanâs dad, Issei, was also a cameo role AND the technical director of the production.
Jo got discovered in very random way. The visualist team and some staff members went to watch a musical theatre production and bumped into him while standing in line. They immediately looked at him and collectively decided âyeah this one belongs in TKDB.â
Zenji did an interview where he exposed Yuri and Jiro for being complete idiots on set because they worked together so often that they constantly messed around before serious takes to loosen up đ
Jiroâs hair was actually a wig, which was why Yuri kept bullying him about it during breaks.
These two also kept running around with medical props because they thought they looked cool, yelling âIS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?â every five minutes like kindergarten childrenđâđť
Everybody on set also said Hyde and Zenji constantly reread their scripts during lunch breaks, especially Zenji because his lines were difficult to memorize.
Zenji could play guitar and drums, but had absolutely ZERO knowledge of traditional instruments, so he specifically learned how to play the biwa for the role.
Haku learned flute for the role too. And he had to wore contact lenses but they irritated his eyes so badly that his eyes kept getting watery, so he had to keep replacing lenses đ my poor boy.
Best singer on set was Lyca. He used to be an idol before branching into acting.
Romeo was extremely sweet toward the rest of the cast because he was already one of the seniors with many acting projects under his belt. He constantly apologized to and checked on Taiga after scenes because he had to yell at and curse him so much in-character đ
They KEPT mentioning how young Taiga was compared to most of the actors he shared screentime with.
Kaito had to cut and dye his hair, which initially made him sad until he eventually got attached to the look.
Lucas had to take etiquette and manners classes immediately after auditions before he even knew if he secured the role or not.
Mio used to lay bricks at construction sites back when he had absolutely zero acting gigs. One of his friends told him to try auditions, so he did without expecting anything major and somehow ended up landing a role that would only appear in Season 2.
Apparently the production crew only contacted him after Season 1 was already halfway through airing. Thank God this man happened to still be available đ
Mio also had the MOST draft character designs because the visualist team could not decide whether to keep his hair short or make it long.
Ritsu originally only attended auditions because his friend wanted company. The friend got absolutely nothing while Ritsu passed đ
Rui was already somewhat well-known from romance dramas, so auditioning for TKDB was completely outside his usual image. He said he wanted to shake up his reputation because he did not want to stay permanently stuck âpretty male lead in romance dramas.â
Rui is also EXTREMELY allergic to alcohol and does not drink at all, but still attended bartender classes for the role anyway.
The Leo Kurosagi character was designed SPECIFICALLY for Leo because he was a rising star everybody wanted at the time.
Another character specifically designed around the actor was Moby.
Sho was Danteâs cousin irl, which had absolutely nothing to do with Hyde. Same situation as Zenji and Jiro (no relate).
Sho joked during interviews that he could not cook to save his life, although he could handle basic stuff, so after reading the script he asked his grandfather for cooking lessons to make scenes more believable.
He also got the role pretty easily because he already knew how to ride motorcycles and had actual mechanic knowledge.
People also bullied him because he had the most NGs due to his bandana constantly falling off mid-scene đ
The weirdest detail in my dream was... MC was not even an actress.
She was literally an INSPECTOR working with the filming crew.
Which made me question WHO THE HELL was playing Honor Roll then???
At some point Rui asked Haru/Haku what they were talking about, and somehow the conversation circled all the way back to Alan being the biggest problem on set.
His real personality contrasted SO hard with his appearance that whenever he did something dumb everybody immediately lost their sht.
Some scenes literally removed Alan from set because people would look at him and instantly start laughing uncontrollably, causing endless NGs and bloopers đ
Meanwhile the director would stare at Alan while everybody else was dying laughing and Alan would just go:
Apparently Alanâs wrists were too big for the accessories prop too, so staff had to run around trying to find replacements đ
Taiga did his own nails to save hair and makeup time.
Also every gaming console/device used on set belonged to Ren personally because he brought all his own stuff to use as props.
Honestly does this count as nepo baby behavior because I would NEVER trust random people touching my gaming setup đ
Some cast members were bilingual/trilingual too, including Haru, Kaito, and MAYBE Rui?? Dream me forgot that part. But Towa was a polyglot because this man collects talents like PokĂŠmon cards.
Hodge and Podge were easter eggs named after the chairman of their company.
Yuri and Edward originally had WAY more screentime, but they signed NDAs so they âcouldnât tell me more.â
WHY DID MY DREAM INCLUDE LEGAL CONTRACTS?!!!
Yuri also liked fishing, and so did Edward, so the two of them would sometimes go fishing together.
Haru constantly complained about hair and makeup because the prosthetic arm took forever to apply and he apparently was not the type who could sit still and wait patiently for long periods.
⚠࣪ Ë SMOKING SCENES ⚠࣪ Ë
There were originally more smoking scenes for Alan too but the actor himself did not smoke so they cut them.
Jin and Tohma had more smoking scenes as well, but they never knew when or where the director would actually use them. Tohma used herbal cigarettes because they were nicotine-free, but they tasted awful. Jin hated the smell and taste so much that he sometimes just used real tobacco instead.
I almost forgot someone very important: Kyklos and Flower Witch are both screenwriters of TKDB.
There was absolutely no mention of Chancellor anywhere in my dream. That man must be unemployed in my subconscious.
Rereading this made me remember there were actually SO many details in the dream that felt super clear while I was dreaming, but the second I woke up everything became blurry and fuzzy as hell đ
So here are some scattered extra things I wrote down afterward because Iâm pretty sure these also happened on set.
Zenji, Hyde, Jiro, and Ren were apparently the tallest people on set.
But while Zenji and Hyde constantly smacked their heads into door frames and random structures, Ren and Jiro somehow avoided this problem because they naturally slouched all the time đ
The staff had to put warning signs around set so they would stop walking into things.
Taiga complained nonstop about how hard it was getting into skinny jeans when the weather was humidâđť
The person who smelled the BEST on set was Lyca.
Apparently he always carried hand cream around because of old habits from his idol days.
The person who taught Sho how to skate for that one specific scene was Kaito.
Apparently Kaito was super sporty irl which made it even funnier that he somehow ended up playing a character that wheezes after running for 5 seconds
Elias lost EVERY SINGLE UNO GAME.
Elias once accidentally grabbed a lollipop prop thinking it was real and spent several seconds confused about why it had absolutely no flavor.
Shion and Leo got along really well on set.
They were the ONLY actors with personal changing rooms.
The director offered Subaru one too, but he refused because he thought it was fine sharing with everyone else.
Apparently the cast members most likely to accidentally spoil things during interviews were: Jin, Tohma, Jo
Jo spoiled things because he wasnât familiar with how movie interviews worked, so whenever interviewers asked sneaky bait questions he would just answer honestly đ
Meanwhile Jin and Tohma mostly spoiled things by accident.
Slapping hands over each otherâs mouths every time somebody almost leaked something.
Ren and Taiga were both picky eaters, but they adapted well enough to the filming environment that it never became a real issue.
MC was not only the Inspector on set, but also part of the visualist/costume design department.
Apparently most of the outfit concepts came from her.
And the entire creation/design process for Saburo was heavily influenced by her too.
Mio broke props CONSTANTLY during filming because he had so many fixing/repair scenes and the props were fragile as hell đ
Subaru could not drink tea or coffee because he was extremely caffeine sensitive.
So most of the tea scenes in Hotarubi were apparently just cups of water.
Ritsu thought the Sinostra set was cool as hell because there were weapon props lying around everywhere inside the casino set.
Tohma may or may not have accidentally smacked other people in the head with his weapon props, especially Lucas since he has a lot of action scenes with the guy. Jin is just so used to it at this point.
Lucas apparently had to lose weight AND train to gain muscle for the role.
The production team gave him detailed workout instructions and even assigned him a personal trainer.
He said his body had never felt this toned before.
Hyde, Zenji and Romeo had more muscular builds than the actual character concept art, so production either made them lose weight or covered them up with clothing.
HOLD ON TO REASON (or fall for the Illusion) âââ masterlist.
â°âââ⤠yandere?batfam x neglected!healer!reader
âI want it to stop! I want to close my eyes and hear no more screams! Nor feel any more hot blood on my hands.â
ââ y/n, to masashi during the war.
WARNINGS. neglect, abuse, victim blaming, stockholm syndrome, self-deception, war, body descriptions, death, minor character death, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, suicide, kidnapping, dissociation, depersonalization, medical trauma, panic attacks, isolation, post-traumatic stress disorder, extreme low self-esteem, flashbacks, nightmares, marginalization, dehumanization, emotional censorship, depression, delusions.
đââââââââââ premise.
when you discovered your powers, you didnât know how to feel. healing, mending, bringing life back⌠it sounded like a giftâ but in your hands, was it really? you had no purpose, no reason to exist.
you were always different. too aware. too broken. you felt like the world had no place for you, like your presence was a mistake.
until he appeared.
masashi gave you direction. he made you feel useful, needed. he taught you that saving lives was the one thing you could do without failing, without breaking anything else. you became addicted to the power you once doubted you deserved.
too bad your family showed up too late to help you see the truth.
or maybe⌠you didnât want to see it anymore.
đââââââââââ chapters.
â â; OO : doctor i canât tell if iâm not me.
â â; O1 : oh doctor, thatâs too honest! then pretend you donât hear me.
â â; O2 : doctor, i'm chasin' a ghost, do I look like him?
â â; O3 : did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry?
â â; O4 : doctor, i feel like no one wants me, and i hate the way iâm perceived.
â â; O5 : doctor, close your eyes and youâll leave this dream.
â â; O6 : a good dog for him, never forgets their leash.
â â; O7 : what it means to be a good brother.
â â; O8 : are you man enough to take the blame for this?
â â; O9 : this could be the end of everything.
â â; 1O : you are a good child, you are a good weapon.
â â; 11 : correct.
â â; 12 : nothing yet.
â â; 13 : nothing yet.
â â; O1 : she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl iâve ever seen
â â; O2: nothing yet.
đââââââââââ asks & extras.
â â; OO . does the doctor use healer!reader as a weapon? / the doctor's manipulation of healer!reader through her need to heal
â â; O1 . why did the batfam ignore healer!reader, and how does that lead them to become yanderes?
â â; O2 . what happens when the batfam realizes they canât heal the one who always healed them? / can anyone heal the healer?
â â; O3 . what makes healer!readerâs healing so different, and why damian canât replicate it / healer!readerâs methods in gotham
â â; O4 . how does healer!reader feel about duke being accepted as a meta?
â â; O5 . does healer!reader secretly go out at night to heal people in gotham?
â â; O6 . is masashi based on mori?
â â; O7 . will there be a version of fukuzawa and ranpo?
â â; O8 . about charlotte as elise
â â; O9 . will there be an armed detective agency?
â â; 1O . does Dazai appear in the story + other bsd characters?
â â; 11 . why does healer!reader see duke as someone unreachable?
â â; 12 . how did masashi fake healer!readerâs foster care background? + was healer!reader ever really in foster care?
â â; 13 . what does healer!reader think about the fake records in her past? + is healer!reader aware that masashi invented her foster care history?
â â; 14 . what do cass and healer!reader have in common?
â â; 15 . why doesnât barbara notice somethingâs wrong with healer!reader?
â â; 16 . who is the best option for healer!reader to stay with?
â â; 17 . what kind of relationship do healer!reader and charlotte have?
â â; 18 . does healer!reader talk in her sleep?
â â; 19 . how does healer!readerâs healing ability actually work?
â â; 20 . would healer!reader use anesthesia if she had access to it?
â â; 21 . could a patientâs heart give out during healer!readerâs treatment? / can healer!readerâs power truly stop death every time?
pairings: platonic batfam x ftm!reader
summary: you tend to say your life ended after you came out, suddenly your friends stopped asking to hang out, your parents no longer proudly talking about you to all their friends. You never quite got used to feeling so alone and isolated. Just before things could get any worse, you meet a certain bat and his army of robins, who remind you what it feels like to belong somewhere. Turns out you were never meant to to get used to being alone.
tags/warnings: found family, bruce's adoptive problems are showing, bad parenting (reader's parents), bullying, verbal abuse, transphobia, suicidal attempts, mentions of self harm and scars, eating disorders, underage drinking and smoking, bruce uses his money to fuck with readers parents, possible mentions of murder and violence, body dysphoria, blood, nonsexual nudity, sexualisation of reader coming from reader's mother, non consensual touching (from reader's mother), unhealthy binding practices (more will be added as the story progresses)
status: ongoing
taglist: open
a/n: being a little self indulgent here since it's been 5 years since I came out as trans and the 15 year old me deserved a supportive family. this is a rather heavy fic, please make sure reading it won't affect your mental health and remember to always put yourself first.
đđđđŁđ§đđĽđŚ:
chapter one: I hate myself being trans
chapter two: one day I will grow wings
chapter three: the first time I've been asked about my preferred pronouns
chapter four: I think Batman wants me to become his new sidekick
chapter five: I suspect Duke Thomas might be lying to me
chapter six: why is Bruce Wayne so interested in me
chapter seven: mother's judgement
chapter eight:
chapter nine:
check out #đąâ ljtwya shenanigans for asks and random thoughts about the series
SYNOPSIS : Being the one and only Spidey in your universeâwith your endless list of rougesâis hard enough. To be transported across universes doesn't make it any easierâyour life only gets that much more complicated. You seem to have taken the place of a different you that previously existed hereâthis you just so happened to be the forgotten, normal child of Bruce Wayne... joy. As you manage your way through both your hectic love life, hiding your secret identity, and your growing concerns for how strangely out of character your family was beginning to actâit seems like going home, wherever that may be, now, is out of the question.
note: EXCITED YAYAYYAA A ,, love interests will be: harry osborne , johnny storm/human torch . possibly kon el . . .
ŕź .â THE BALLAD OF A BYGONE BLIGHT â° CHAPTER LIST
ę° âŁ'ËË 00. ęą âŻ THE LONELY SPIDER.
ę° âŁ'ËË 01. ęą âŻ SPARKLESS LIFE.
ę° âŁ'ËË 02. ęą âŻ A GREEN FIREâLOVE IS WEIRD!
ę° âŁ'ËË 03. ęą âŻ EACH COIN CAN BE FLIPPED TWICE.
ę° âŁ'ËË 04. ęą âŻ FANTASTIC FOUR.
ę° âŁ'ËË 05. ęą âŻ YOUR CLOSED-OFF HEART.
ę° âŁ'ËË 06. ęą âŻ TAKE A BITE.
ę° âŁ'ËË 07. ęą âŻ FOOLS OWN PARADE.
ę° âŁ'ËË 08. ęą âŻ LOOK WHAT THE BAT DRAGGED IN!
ę° âŁ'ËË 09. ęą âŻ #CRASHED.
ę° âŁ'ËË 10. ęą âŻ THE BABYSITTER'S CLUB.
ŕź .â THE BALLAD OF A BYGONE BLIGHT â° ASKS/Q&A !
ę° âŁ'ËË âŻ where is the original reader + does the batfam feel guilt for "replacing" the dc!reader. ęą
ę° âŁ'ËË âŻ why did i genderbend black cat. ęą
ę° âŁ'ËË âŻ spidey's feelings on dc!reader living spidey's original life. ęą
ę° âŁ'ËË âŻ reader liking hobie more than the batfam. + how he'd hypothetically fit into the fic. ęą
âśâ.Ë platonic yandere!batfam x precognition gn!reader
precognition!reader who has the power of future vision, not knowing how they were born with it.
precognition!reader who can tell when an event will happen, but whatever they do, they can't seem to prevent it from happening no matter how hard they try.
precognition!reader who feels hopelessâpredicting the deaths of the people around them, trying to warn them in hopes they could change the future, but alas, the future seems to be set in stone.
precognition!reader who feels like the grim reaper: a walking visionary who can see people's deaths. After many repeated attempts, they just learn to shut up and walk past; what good does warning people do if none of it works?
Yet it all happened so quickly: a new vision. New people, people who they barely recognized. The Flying Graysons. A circus accident, flying in the air like Icarus flying too close to the sun. An orphan, the sole survivor of the family.
In the corner of precognition!reader's eye, they could spot Bruce Wayneâthe billionaire of Gotham. Watching, waiting, as if considering something. They don't know what happened in them; the spark that suddenly jolted their hand in writing the letter. Maybe it was the pity they felt for the small child, but they askedâbegged Bruce to adopt the poor boy. They didn't mention his name specifically, keeping it as broad as possible.
When Bruce first received the letter, he categorized it as fan mail, brow raised as his eyes skimmed through precognition!reader's pleas. Another delusional fan letter he threw away, nothing new.
Yet when the events that precognition!reader predicted played out right before his eyes, his heart stopped beating for just a moment. A sudden harsh wind of dĂŠjĂ vu hitting him as he remembers precognition!reader's warning.
So, he did as he was told and adopted the boy.
Does he regret it? No. But he waits, waits for another letterâperhaps explaining the sudden urgency and why precognition!reader wrote to him, or perhaps, who this mysterious letter was from. In his mind, he doubted it; maybe it was just a coincidence? Yet the events they predicted seemed to line up too well, even if a little vague.
precognition!reader who gets visions before Batman and Robin patrol, knowing how the whole fight sequence would play out before the two even started moving.
precognition!reader who knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and the child they convinced Bruce to adopt, Dick Grayson, is Robin. They watch Dick Grayson grow up, under the new alias Nightwing, and they watch as he starts to inch away from Bruce, growing distant.
precognition!reader who gets another vision: a boy stealing a car tire from the Batmobile. Another poor boy who was doing all he can just to get by.
precognition!reader who decides to write another letter: "Adopt him."
Two words. Two words were all it took for Bruce to start getting suspicious: just who are they? Why were they sending him these letters? The paranoia creeps into his mind.
He needs to investigate.
As he's about to get into the Batmobile, he sees him: Jason Todd.
And once more, he does as he's told. He doesn't know why. How did they know? Why were they doing this?
precognition!reader hearing articles about Bruce's new kid. A new Robin with Batmanâthey weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
precognition!reader who gets a terrifying vision: there lies Robin bleeding as the Joker holds a crowbar in his hand, torturing the poor boy. Precognition!reader heart quickens as they watch Bruce cradle Jason, dead in his arms, blood running across his whole body.
precognition!reader who knows they're unable to prevent it, but can hopefully lessen the pain Bruce would go through.
As Bruce checks the new letter, five letters haunt him to his very core:
"It's not your fault, Bruce."
And as he cradles a dying Jason Todd in his hands, his mind repeats those very same words like a broken record player: It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce.
He spirals into madness reading the letter over and over again, spending his time analyzing every single detail. The handwriting, the parchment of paper used, the pen that was used.
precognition!reader who was smart enough to use gloves, unable to be tracked for now.
Bruce searched the return address. A random location for every single letter, no correlation whatsoever.
When Bruce first found Tim, he initially thought he was the one who wrote the letters, based on the way he accurately predicted Bruce's alter ego.
Though, he soon found out his intuition was wrong when he received the next letter:
"He's not me."
He felt as if he was going mad. He didn't show it, but he was frustrated.
precognition!reader who weaseled through Bruce's fingers like falling sand for so many yearsâwho seemed to have omniscient knowledge based on the letters he was being sent.
Working with his new Robin, he tried to figure out the identity of the mysterious writer.
precognition!reader who stops writing to Bruce.
Bruce starts to gets paranoid. Tim is also intrigued by precognition!reader, and Dick has heard tidbits of them from the small amount of times he would visit.
Even when Jason gets resurrected, precognition!reader refrains from sending a letter, deciding to shake the family off their tail.
For a while, precognition!reader stayed low, up until Bruce and the rest of the family forgot about their existence. They focused on themselves despite the many visions they seemed to get every dayâfor some reason, it was all centered around Bruce again.
precognition!reader who gets a vision of a random child. Black hair, what seemed to be Arabic roots. They had no idea who this random child was. He didn't seem to be in any innate danger, only training intensively for something they weren't able to make out, so they ignored the vision, thinking nothing of it.
precognition!reader who soon places the puzzle pieces together. The child they were watching was the child of Bruce Wayne.
precognition!reader who decides to write one final letterâtheir fatal mistake:
"Take care of him."
And just like Bruce expected, he adopted a new son, Damian Wayne. Yet, unlike all the other adoptions, this one was different: he was now dead set on finding who precognition!reader was, the rest of the family involved.
They each scouted their own little sections, Damian scouting with Bruce. They all wanted to meet precognition!readerâthe mysterious letter writer who predicted their whole lives before it even happened. They all felt some sort of connection with them despite barely even knowing them.
precognition!reader who goes MIA, much to the dismay of Bruce, and it seemed permanent this time.
Tim who analyzes precognition!reader's final letter very carefully. He analyzed the letters; it was written with a fountain pen. He traced the handwriting carefully with his index finger before scrolling through a database of people in Gotham with similar handwritings.
The way precognition!reader would write a specific letter, or how the words slightly tilted down as they wrote without the red guideline commonly on red notebook sheets. He spent countless nights comparing, reading, testing.
precognition!reader who receives a chilling new vision:
precognition!reader, tied up in the Wayne Manor's kitchen, with Bruce affectionately petting their head, whispering "Welcome home."
FREAK. (cale henituse x yandere! dazai like reader)
summary: if itâs not for his ability. meeting you is something cale henituse wanted to forget so badly. but alas, his ability didnât allow him to do so.
if there is one thing cale wanted to forget so badly. then that is meeting you, his now trusted assistant.
it was supposed to be a normal day. a day where he doesnât have any work to do and just wanted to slack all day.
but then, his butler- ron, suddenly entered the room. at first, he thought that ron was there to give him lemonades again. but alas, he was wrong.
because for the first time after he became cale henituse, kim rok soo, was now witnessing the bewildered expression on his butlerâs face.
âŚ. alright, what was going on?
then, after hearing ronâs report. cale was in disbelief.
because according to his butler. the knights had found a âstrangeâ person floating on the estateâs decorative pond. when they had saved that said person, instead thanking them- that person complained on how the water wasnât deep enough to drown them.
and now, that person- you, wanted to meet him.
when the two of you met, the red-head had realized something. you doesnât look like a threat- you a disaster yourself. i mean, who is in a right mind to propose to their family doctor while they were bleeding from their head? no one right? right?
moving on, from the start- cale never liked you. he just cannot like you and your personality. at first, he thought that the two of you were similar. but boy, you were way worse than he and alberu was.
your cheerfulness whenever you interact with him made his skin crawl. not because of disgust but because his senses were screaming that this person, you, were way too dangerous for him.
but despite that, he cannot deny the fact that you were way too reliable. you easily handle every task that he asked you to do alone. but after he heard from choi han how you tried to jump from a clock tower once (that surprisingly left you unscathed which surprise choi han to the point that he started thinking that you were blessed by some god of luck or smth) cale decided to make choi han, lock or rosalyn go with you everytime (spoiler alert, you always ends up proposing to rosalyn everytime but she kept on rejected you lol)
cale treats you like an âanomalyâ and a glitch on his plans. because first of all, you were way too smart to be manipulated by him. next is the fact that his indestructible shield wasnât working on you. at first, he thought that the gluttonâs power was just weakening. but when eruhaben said that you were also not affected by mana and divine power. that was the time he realizes that you had an ancient power that can nullify other ancient power, mana and divine power.
the only reason why you decided to follow cale around was because you found him amusing. i mean, who donât? this guy kept saying that he was a trash while saving countless lives. the irony, right? but realizing that this guy wasnât the original cale henituse made him more interesting in your eyes.
you were not the classic âiâll kill you if you look at othersâ or âyou are mineâ type of yandere. you are the self sacrificial type. you will never hurt cale (atleast physically..) will never lock him up, will never force him to do anything he doesnât wanted, or hurt his family. but you were the type to intentionally sacrifice your life, your whole existence for cale or in front of cale. making sure that he would witness the scene of you slowly dying so that he would never forget your existence and be haunted everyday of that memory for the rest of his life.
are your obsessive? yes. mentally unstable? definitely. scary? of course.
that was the reason why you acts like a goofy idiot in front of them. because you knew that once cale discover it- there were two possible outcome.
itâs either cale avoid you, or he just simply kick you out.
but unknown to you- before he could even realized it. that red-head became unknowingly attached to you. cale had became used to your presence and the thought of you sucessing on whatever shit you wanted to do about your life now scares him.
so do you want to know what does his possible reaction once he heard about your plan about your sacrificing yourself?
he wouldnât avoid you nor kick you out. after all, it would be better to lock you inside his villa where cale and his family can monitor you.
even though you can nullify ancient powers, mana and divine powers. you were physically weak and his family can easily overpower you.
donât worry though. cale wonât do anything unless you do something crazy. so please, just please- donât do anything that will drive this guy to madness.
now, two yanderes hiding the fact that they were yandere for each other seems fun right?
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"if youâre so desperate to see what lies beyond this life, ( name ), iâll make sure this room is the only world you ever have left to leave."
âďšflins for your thoughts? made this really quickly just so i can post something while you guys wait for kinktober 'cuz im tryinggg to make it longer than the usual and there are lots of add-ons with the list hehe. not proofread, sorry for errors !! (ps, probably hella ooc, i just got back to genshin just to wish on his banner â yes i am a flins haver â this is literally just me rambling on a random thought about him i had today) // likes and reblogs are always appreciated âĄ
pussydrunk!flins who can't help pulling you closer when you try pushing him away, burying his face between your thighs again to take in every single drop of your wetness.
pussydrunk!flins and his obsession with the way your hole clenches around his slender fingers when he pushes them knuckle-deep. not to mention the lewd sounds emitting from it.
pussydrunk!flins who would totally eat you out for hours and hours nonstop if you'd let him. he would also cover your thighs in hickeys and bite marks + around your waist area. just trust me.
pussydrunk!flins and cockwarming lowkey go together. like... the way your insides grip him like a vise just drives him crazy. not to mention how intimate the act is â just being close to each other, skin-to-skin contact while maybe cuddling, sleeping, or even just sitting down doing nothing.
pussydrunk!flins is absoluuutelyyyy obsessed with everything about your pussy, especially how sensitive it gets after you orgasm. the way your body shivers when he touches it ever so lightly, his fingers gathering the aftermath of your orgasm and bringing them up to his mouth to taste. addicted to it.
speaking of orgasms, pussydrunk!flins loves the feeling of you cumming around his fingers <3 the way your walls contract around his digits says a lot more than words ever could. and when he's the one to orgasm? it's either on your pussy or inside, there's no other way he wants it.
when he does cum inside, he doesn't pull out immediately. leaving his cock inside for a while and pushing as deep as he can go, making sure to hit all your sweet spots âšđš
I find it attractive of a beta or alpha get turned into an omega if they get fucked to much. So what about yandere alpha geshu lin x beta/alpha male reader x yandere alpha jiyan. Or yandere Mydei x beta/alpha male Reader x yandere alpha Phainon. Reader getting turned into an omega so they can keep him all to themselves and maybe baby trap him đ¤.
dude i have so many beta fantasies it's not even funny. thank you for this opportunity.
non-con, abo, male reader, beta -> omega reader,
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It was always the three of you; Phainon, Mydei, (Y/n). You went through training together, fought the hardest battles together, everyone revered you like you were unstoppable.
Well, everyone respected you in a passive/aggressive way because you were covered in the musk of two supreme alphas. Unfortunately for you, in the womb, you never grew to the next stage from being a beta.
Betas were pretty rare now, they started off as the dominant second gender, but as time grew so did the power of evolution. Everyone starts off in the womb as a beta, then months down the line you unlock your social status. Sometimes, you just get stuck as the runt. There have been few cases of people opening their second gender later in life, though only within a very specific fate of events.
It's not all bad. Apparently, Mydei's and Phainon's scent was so extreme that a lot of people couldn't stand near them for a certain amount of time. Alpha's get antsy, compliment or aggressive. Omegas have gone into heat on the spot, rolling over motionless as their hormones take over. Now, they're pretty good at controlling their smell, or so everyone says.
It never bothered you to begin with, your nose not suited to judge others. You couldn't read emotions if it wasn't present on their face, which in this day and age is more of a talent than anything; at least, that's what Phainon says to make you feel better.
For a beta to get this far in life is pretty astonishing. You realise you had a lot of help from your two friends. They've been able to sniff you out when you're in danger, or their scent that lingers on your clothes is enough to stop any intelligent bandit or monster. However, even when you're feeling down about it, even when the world criticizes you for 'using' two alphas to your advantage, they both have been there to keep you reeled in.
"Why do you even bother trying to lie to us," Mydei huffs, crossing his arms over his puffed out chest, "You have a smell, too. It's not like we don't know what you're feeling."
"That's unfair," you sigh, shoulders slumping, "Maybe I just don't want to talk about it, ever think of that?"
Phainon nods, his arms coming to drape over your shoulders from behind, rubbing his cheek against yours, "Everyone is allowed to have their secrets."
You roll your eyes, going back to polishing your sword with the rag while he lounges against you, "It's not even a secret, just the usual shit." You go silent for a moment, feeling their eyes burn holes into for more information. It should have been common knowledge by now that you won't get out of anything from them, so you gently place your sword down groan, "Fine! I walked past one of your fan groups today. An omega was saying how I was only holding back your true potential, that with me on the battlefield then you can't go all out."
Both of them opened their mouths to speak, you held up your hand to zip them shut.
"And before you say anything; yes, I know that I'm strong too. Yes, I know I can fight. Yes, I know they're just 'jealous' that I get to hang around you." You can't make eye contact with either of them, knowing that you might just crack if you do, "... It doesn't always help. I'm okay with that, though. This is the life I chose and I can deal with all the shit thrown my way."
Phainon buried his face in your neck, sniffling into one of your more sensitive parts, the scent glands. You shivered from the contact, he didn't seem to mind as he practically cried, "You're so strong, (Y/n)! But you know, you still have to take care of your mental health, too. I think you should stay away from those people for a while."
Mydei stood from his spot on the grass and walked over, ruffling your hair with his hand before dragging it down your face and to trace your neck, "We haven't been around because of the recent attacks, so our scent is waning from you. Here, we'll ward them off."
You shook your head out of their grip and rolled to the side, away from them, "I don't need you to scare anyone away by smothering me. I think your scent only makes them more mad."
"It's natural biology for an alpha to cover what's theirs in their smell, you can't just tell us to stop," Phainon argues, shrugging like it's the most obvious thing.
With a laugh, you stand and pick up your sword, "Since when am I yours?"
They both silently looked to each other, communicating in a language you would never understand. Mydei tells you, "You've been our beta longer than you've been alone."
"Yep~" Phainon teases, "Should have thought about that before you became our friend."
Yeah, right. One day these two will find their omegas, they'll create a beautiful family and you can be the cool, beta uncle that showers the kids in annoying gifts to rile up their parents. "Sure, whatever," you dismiss, now taking on an offensive stance, "So, we sparring or what?"
...
Storm season is fast approaching in this part of the land. You three had been sent out patrol the far, outer lands on a 'boys' camping trip'. The trek made you sweaty, the days humid and the nights cold, yet you didn't stop until you reached an open cave near the top of the mountain.
Forests surround you, rushing rivers and falls heard in the distance, and the sounds of insects chirping were drowning your ears. You had abandoned your shirt long ago, rolling yourself in insect repellent that did well to make your two companions scrunch up their noses in distaste.
As you set down the heavy bags in the cave, the sun setting in the distance, you noticed some faded, rock drawings on the walls. Walking up to them, you see crude images of stick figure deaths, a chimera with little hearts around it and a spurting dick. Phainon placed his hand on your shoulder, "Mydei drew the penis."
You both look over to see him skulling his sack of water, giving you both the middle finger. You purse your lips, "Even though I've known you for so long, it's always weird to see such a childish side of you."
After setting up camp, you realise how much you may have missed when you weren't able to accompany them on missions. This place is gorgeous, and they only tell tales of greater environments, it left you feeling a sense of awe and a pang of sadness. When they laugh together, bicker, playfully shove at each other, you can see it the way everyone else sees it.
Two, great alphas Mydei and Phainon - plus you. Little, ol' beta you.
It's nothing to get worked up over. Not a big deal, not an issue at all. You notice they've stopped talking and are looking at you with concern. Fuck. Why are you having this crisis now of all times? They can definitely smell you, they know what you're feeling and they're expecting an answer.
You smile at them widely, "Sorry, I just got lost in a daydream." Can they smell when you lie, too? If so, they speak nothing of it.
...
Being able to swim in such beautiful, clean water was a luxury you didn't know you needed. The baths and streams around Okhema were amazing, there's no doubt about it. Hot springs sent from natural sources, lotions and soaps created from the best ingredients, but this... This was something altogether new.
The water was a cold that made your muscles relax, the flavour refreshing and dare you say, curative. The sound was a delightful white noise of rushing water and splashing ripples from either of you or the fish that swim by.
On the shore, Phainon was the last to disrobe, the three of you deciding to skinny dip as a fun, good morning. You greet him with a smile as he resurfaces from bombing into the water, shaking your face of stray droplets, "Are you sure it's alright for us all to be here? I really think one of us should keep watch at the cave."
He lays on his back, closing his eyes while he floats around you, "Don't stress, there are others at points around the outer city. Someone is always watching from one direction or another."
"I see... I guess I'm just wor-" your voice is cut off as your ankle is suddenly grabbed and you're yanked down under the surface. You see the blurry image of Mydei, the red tattooed lines on his skin the main stand out for the fuzzy, underwater alpha.
The two of you duke it out - poorly - until you both resurface and you're gasping for air. He huffs out a breath of his own, hiding any semblance of exhaustion, "You're going to need to fight better than that if you want to get on our level."
As if coming to your rescue, Phainon swims over to him, "Oh, please, as if it's normal for someone to be capable of fighting under water." He then winks to you before shoving the blonde's head down, effectively drowning him out.
The three of you relax around the falls, floating idly in the water side-by-side. You think you could fall asleep, except your nose twitches at an interesting smell. You've smelt it before, very faintly and only when they really push it. What can be excruciatingly stunning to others, you only get a whiff of as a beta; the smell of these alphas.
Mydei and Phainon are a rare sort, extremely strong and capable of power beyond mosts comprehension. A few people are rare like that, some omegas even being too intoxicating for the outside world. It's a pleasant smell, to you, something you not-so-secretly indulge in whenever you get the chance. It also makes you feel slightly more normal.
You wade over and gently rest your head on the upper part of Mydei's stomach, closing your eyes and sighing happily, "I don't get why people can't be around you guys if you're too strong. I like your smell."
Phainon playfully pouts at you choosing Mydei, coming over to join you and rest his head on his chest. He inhales the Kremnoan's scent, smiling serenely, "Omega's and Alpha's never really stop developing their senses until their mid 30's. The older you get, even smells like perfumes can become too much, let alone the emotions of someone with tremendous power."
"Does that mean you guys aren't holding back anymore if I can smell you?"
Mydei moves a wet hand to pet your head, "We don't need to hold back up here."
"Besides," Phainon gazes at you with a fondness in his eyes, "It's nice to share something so personal with someone close, don't you think?"
They can't just relax like this around anyone, and since you all spend most of your time in the city, you hardly get a chance to get a whiff of them. A giddy smile decorates your face, your eyes closing as you relax once more, "Yeah, I agree."
...
On the third day you notice something odd. Your friend's seem to be more agitated, little offsets leading to snarling and biting, every twig snap or rustle has them staring in that direction in case of a particular threat.
You've never seen them like this.
They must be stressed by all the work that's been unloaded onto them. An argument broke out five minutes ago about something you didn't understand, the two deciding to take a walk to cool off and collect more firewood. You decide that this is the perfect time to help them out, picking up a sword and attaching it to your waist before heading out on a patrol. When you get back, they can relax at the duties already being fulfilled.
You don't know the area very well, however, you did accompany them the past couple of nights so you have an idea of where to go. You're not too stressed about getting lost, the trail somewhat visible to someone like you, who has been taught overcome these kinds of obstacles. What you didn't expect was that it gets darker quicker under the canopy of trees.
It appeared you had an hour of daylight left, yet only fifteen minutes later and you noticed a dramatic change. The mountains are certainly an interesting place to be, you're usually stationed closer to the city and nearer the fallen towns.
With the darkness comes fauna that arouse at night, a particular croak gaining your attention. You crouch down with interest, seeing a teal coloured frog with a lighter stomach hop into a puddle. It was smaller than the palm of your hand, yet the sound it made was so loud you would never expect it to come from such a tiny creature.
Your admiration was halted as you hear heavy thumping from deeper in the brush. It's fast, leaves and sticks being moved and thrown out of the way to make room for whatever is coming at you. You quickly draw your sword and take a defensive stance, readying for whatever may be in store.
If it's a boar or something similar, you could climb one of the thicker trees and make your way around by jumping branches. If it's something more like a giant bush cat, then you would have no choice but to fight it.
Turns out, it was neither. Before you had the opportunity to lay eyes on it, there is ablur of movement and your weapon is thrusted from your hand, flying off and landing into the dark distance. You're immediately incapacitated, wrist close to snapping and arm yanked back as you're brought to your knees.
Mydei is snarling aggressively in your ear, holding you down like some convict trying to escape. He spits his words like venom, "What the fuck did you think you were doing? Are you stupid?! Leaving the nest like that wandering off on your own!"
You cry out in pain as he tightens his grip, the sound and pheromones you let off making him back off slightly but not letting go.
Before you can ask what the hell is going on, Phainon appears behind you and walks around so he can kneel at your front. He tenderly cradles your face and looks over you for any other injuries, "Don't hurt him, Mydei. He made a stupid decision but it wasn't his fault."
A breath of relief leaves you when he finally lets go. You slump and cradle your aching arm, flinching when Mydei falls to his knees behind you and resting his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbles into your flesh, "Why did you leave like that? You could have gotten hurt."
With a new found annoyance, you flick Phainon's hands away from you and shrug the other off your back, "What the fuck??? Why are you both acting like I just up and left?"
"Because you did up and leave," Mydei growls, only halting when he and Phainon meet with a hard glare. He tuts and stands, making sure you have nowhere to run if you decided to flee, "We should have just been outright with him from the beginning."
You didn't like the sound of that. Without a word, you look to Phainon for an answer, Mydei is acting too impulsive for your liking right now. Phainon stands before you, both of them now crowding any escape with how close they are, "In truth, we brought you up here because we knew our ruts were coming and we wanted you with us."
"P-Pardon?" It was so incredulous you were sure you heard wrong. But, what else could he have said? "You do know what I am, right? We've only known each other for a couple of decades so be honest if you need a reminder."
Mydei scoffs and grabs you by the back of your shirt, hefting you to your tippy toes to growl, "Our Beta's got jokes. If you can jest then you can mate."
"WHAT?!" You kick your feet comically in the air, trying to find some sort of purchase, "I can't mate - I physically cannot mate! Not with an Alpha!!"
Phainon chimes in giddily, "Two Alphas! Don't worry, we'll ensure you're thoroughly pregnant by the end of this rut."
Body limits aside, being a beta means your reproductive organs aren't open to be used. They're sitting inside you, dormant. For some reason, you don't think they see that as a drawback, instead viewing your biology as more of a challenge to be tackled.
...
Day six and you're sore. Your legs, which have been in every position possible. Your arms, which are restrained when they're doing anything that's not fucking you. Your poor, poor hole, which hasn't been dry in days. Your oversensitive cock, now you can't tell what liquid comes out, your last orgasm streaming like piss on the rock below.
Phainon drags his hot, wet tongue up your neck, moaning as he slips his erected cock into you again. Your mouth hangs open, arse clenching when he's stopped by his knot hitting your rim. He's got you in a full nelson, your thighs over his own, a sound of discomfort coming from you at the stretch of his knot trying to enter you.
He shudders, lightly humping upwards, "Do you smell that, Mydei? He's changing."
Mydei flops his own dick in your face, tracing his leaking tip along the bone of your cheek before he slips his length between your lips, "How interesting. All our darling beta needed was a little push."
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as they fuck you again, your pretty, little hole gaping ever larger to accommodate them.
...
The cold, wet soil near the falls was blissful on your overheating skin. You've never felt this hot before, you assume it's a fever coming on from being under these two for however many days now. Mydei has you on your back, tongue swirling and mouth slurping at your puckered arse.
It was nice to just relax and be tended to, as fucked up as that seems. Phainon was behind him, washing his own body and admiring the scene before him.
Mydei licks a stripe from your hole, up the length of your taint and to your flaccid cock. He coos patronisingly, kissing the sensitive tip and making you jolt, "Poor sweetheart, have we been too rough with you?"
It's too little too late to ask you that now. You stick with your mission of giving them the silent treatment unless necessary, turning your head away and closing your eyes, thinking back on the coolness of the soil.
Until, "A-Ahh! S-Stop!" You moan, hands going to his hair and yanking as hard as you can, trying to stop him from swallowing your cock and drinking it over and over again. The way his tongue and cheeks move against your flesh has you throbbing and twitching in his mouth. "I can't, I can't," you breathe, swaying your head side to side as if to deny the oncoming torture.
But you can't, even half-hard he has you spurting your cum down his throat. You hold his head down with each half-hearted thrust, only to pull again before another tingling jolt of your hips.
When you can open your eyes again, you pleadingly gaze to Phainon, who had paused his washing to stare solely at you both. His eyes dart to meet yours, mind working overtime to bring him out of his daze and pull lightly on his companion, "Hey, save some for me, okay? Let him recuperate a bit."
Mydei flies his elbow back, not getting off you. At this, Phainon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and locks the blonde's head with his elbow, flipping him back into the water.
You take a deep breath as they start to wrestle. Now you can rest again, you rarely get time to yourself now. When they sleep, sometimes, you're still plugged with one of them inside you, cockwarming throughout the night. Otherwise, when they go hunting, you might be tied tightly inside the cave, though there is usually at least one of them with you.
A gentle rain starts, the drops hitting your heated face. You need this, the rain a lot cooler than the falls as it collects in the sky. Lately, you've been feeling weird, unwell, hot. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before.
Not to mention their scent. The boys' sweat, bodies, just everything about them is becoming less off putting and more desirable than ever. If you're honest, you're scared with what's happening.
...
They had both left you in the cave, the rain a perfect mask for hunting good meat right now.
"Need to keep our darling's energy up!"
You're not sure when, but some time after they left you were reeling in some sort of pain. Not like being slashed by a sword, or thrown by an enemy, but more like a strange punch to the gut. It blossomed within you and bloomed around your body, effecting your head and pelvis the most.
Breathing became difficult, your chest rising and falling quickly, you couldn't focus on how to fix it. No, not with the gnawing pain and discomfort in your gut.
You had wormed your way towards the entrance but the rope only let you go so far. They didn't give you enough leeway to get more than halfway through the cave, which meant you couldn't get any rain to cool you down.
What you did find, however, was their sashes they didn't wear today. Your nose twitched, and you reached your tied wrists over so your fingers could grab the red fabric and scrunched it to your face, moaning in absolute delight. Quickly, you secured the blue and gold one and weaved it between your legs, covering as much of your body as you could.
You're not sure when they came back, only realising they were standing ominously at the entrance of the cave when their musk started to seep heavier than the sashes you were breathing. The rain hadn't let up, both of them drenched and Mydei holding the antlers of a dead deer beside him.
Your jaw trembles, tears running down your cheeks as you whimper, "What's happening to me?"
It's only when you talk do they enter, dropping the carcass to the side before carefully kneeling down to cradle you. Your ropes are torn off and you sit between the two men, both leaning so they can run their teeth over the scent glands in your neck.
You whine as Mydei gently nibbles you, a low groan causing your cock to leak rivulets down your shaft, "Perfect for biting now."
Phainon reaches to gasp your cock, smoothly jerking up the length before circling his fingers along the glands, "I knew your unawaken second gender was this. You just had to be an omega, what with the way you were taunting us; begging to be bred."
Unawaken... Omega? No, that's-
"Hah~ Please..." You lift your hips when you feel fingers enter inside you, easily stretching you open now.
Mydei chuckles deeply, grinning at all the new possibilities going through his head, "Perfect for knotting now, too."
Synopsis:Jake is getting pegged for the first time after you suggested it
Warning:Pegging,use of pet name "puppy",praising,fingering, reader's strap is big, mommy kink, dacryphillia?,kink discovery?
Pairing:Sub Jake x Dom afab reader
(this might not be one of my best work-)(Not proof read)
"Please...mommy please put it on..."Jake begged,tears coming out of his eyes,over stimulated by you fingering him with almost your whole hand.You coked at him as you continued with the scissoring motion with your fingers "Awn puppy,I have to stretch you properly or my strap won't fit"you tell him, teasingly rubbing a digit on his abused prostate.
To give a bit of background information,after seeing a few videos on the internet,you proposed the idea of you pegging your boyfriend Jake.The man at first was taken aback since he had never even thought about being a sub in his life,but he did agree to it after some talking.You two looked for strap on and ended up buying a twelve inch one per your partner's request,which did surprise you.
Despite his initial skepticism,Jake was taking a submissive position really well,better than he thought,he even found out he had an extreme mommy kink and that he loved being called puppy.
You finally removed your fingers from his hole,hearing him whimper at the feeling of emptiness."Are you ready pup?"You ask him,stroking his thigh "Put it in...put it in mommy"Jake replied even though he was already overstimulated.
You smiled softly at Jake, pulling him into a kiss as you slowly put the strap in him, muffling any sounds from coming out.As you wanted,it slid in easily,already hitting deep in him.When you finally pulled away from the kiss,you had left the man breathless "I-I- didn't expect it to be t-that big"he breathed out exasperatedly.
Before he could say anything else,you started thrusting inside him,making sure to hit his prostate.Jake moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets "Yes.Yes.Yeees~"he repeated over and over,letting the pleasure take over his body.
Jake was in heaven, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes.His body was on fire,his tummy filled with sparks of pleasure,he couldn't even breathe since he was being suffocated by lust.Sweat dripped from his skin,making loose hair stick to his forehead.His insides were becoming mush.
"M-m-mommy~ I feel s-so good~"Jake moaned "Please please~ harder~"he begged, arching his back and throwing his head back."I knew you would like this pup"you comment,speeding up your thrusts just like the other begged.Tears streamed from the man's eyes from the overwhelming feeling,moaning even louder than before.
This went better than you thought it would,you're kind of relieved,you thought you'd be met with extreme rejection.It turned you on how submissive Jake was to you,moaning your name,squirming around the bed and rolling his eyes,all of it could make you cum untouched,but today will all be about him.
"I'm so close..."Jake breathed out,feeling his cock twitching,nearing his orgasm "Then cum puppy~ Cum for mommy~"you growled,slamming into his prostate.The only thing that could be heard in the room were both of your sinful sounds and the bed creaking as if it was breaking in any moment.
With one final cry,Jake came all over your stomach while arching his back.He collapsed afterwards from all of the exertion,his body trembling from the orgasm."You did such a good job Jakey~"You praise him,pulling him into a warm, comforting hug "I told you you were going to like it"you added,giving him a quick peck on his lips.
Jake smiled tiredly,hugging back "I felt so good Y/N~"
sh4r1n0t3 ᪠this gave me a good laugh along with the other other jake request i got a while back... i love jake biases, you guys want it all (ă ´ Ë `) á Ö´
snyp: or... pegging jake because why not? | wc: -1k | cw: pegging so anal (m) ⢠this is one of those BIG if you dont like it, DON'T READ ITs ⢠smut | mdni .á
wiplist. masterlist. requests.
this is an ask i never thought iâd get đ and itâs ironic because my close-friends and i probably bring up the topic of pegging at LEAST twice a dayâŚ
anywho! because iâm not sure how to write thatâiâll just do a little debrief (and perhaps revisit it more in depth later) ⥠âĄ
jakeâs down for anythingâand i really do mean anything. it was him who even brought up the idea of pegging. picture this: the two of you lying on the couch, all cuddled up⌠scrolling through tiktok when a video a random video appears on his for you page. he snorts, flashing his screen and watching as your eyes scan the captions. âwould you ever..?â jake trails off, watching your expression closely.
you, hesitantly chew your lip, squint your eyes while making a decisionââyeah, iâd be down.â and somehow such a vague, two sentence conversation leads to an all-expenses-paid trip to your local sex-store where your boyfriend watches as you pick out the uncannily large piece of silicone youâre planning to fuck him with.
jakeâs mouth watersâdrool pools at the corners of his lips as he stares, starry eyes blown wide. âready?â you stroke beneath his jaw, pressing a small but firm kiss on to his already burning up skin and he just nods shyly. the situationâs escalated beyond quickly.
when you slide inside of him heâs choking back all sorts of sounds. not that heâs successful: pathetic whines and ragged whimpers rip through his throat and past his lips as you slam into him. âo-oh shit, god⌠thâagh! that feels weird⌠mpfâŚsâgoodâŚâ he babbles complete nonsense.
heâs definitely a cryer. heâs crying, all tensed up while begging for more. âp-please⌠please, baby, please⌠f-fuckkkâŚâ and he's sooo pouty. his bottom lip is all bruised, and jutted out.
tears are practically streaming down his face like fucking water-works and your simply amused and in aweâall at once. your boyfriendâs easily worked up, heâs already so sensitive feeling the ribbed material drag against his walls. in and out, in and out. heâs losing his mind⌠heâs even further gone when you press down on his stomach. âoh my god, fuck!â jakeâs vision practically goes white and his eyes snap back.
at this point?
thereâs slick everywhereâhis asshole is literally squelching, his legs are flailing and his fingers are quite literally digging into the meat of your waist. âtoo much, sât-too much⌠but iâhah⌠ssshit! i want moreâŚâ the poor boy is so much more than overstimulated⌠youâre so mean though, finger tracing the veins of his cock with every thrustâgrabbing his errection and pumping him right in your fist all while fucking deep inside of him.
take it a step further and ask him how good you feel ;) ask him if he feels the tip of the toy ramming against his g-spot or if he sees you poking through his tummy. the soft, condescending baby talk only turns him on more: chubbing up his dick and causing him to clench⌠i think pegging jake would be magical.
Premise : Picture a parallel universe where all your blorbos are the ones expressing their profound yearning for you (yes, YOU) through the sacred arts of fanfics, fanarts and exchanging kudos. Perhaps you're a celebrity, perhaps you're just an ordinary person charming enough to have an entire fandom behind you or, you're the fictional character in this universe instead. Let's dive into this website, shall we?
Note : So uh, I typed this down with almost zero critical thinking and 100% whimsy within one hour. Character selection is random, too. Please excuse any unintentional errors <3
â THE WRITERS AND ARTISTS
Phainon has an erratic writing pattern, no one can guess what this guy will whip up in his next post. One moment he's weaving gourmet in text-form about an emotion-packed forbidden love story between knight and monarch and the next he's posted some unedited word vomit with a witty âno beta we die like ___â tag. That, or it's his stick figure comics against the world. Everyone thinks he's mad funny though, so the readers forgive him.
Scaramouche who started as a HATER. What do you mean people are so obsessed with one person that they've made a digital shrine of fanfics and fanarts for them? He's going to do a thorough research on you... for the sake of ethically sourced hate of course. One thing leads to another, his âresearchâ spirals and all you need to know is that he's a diehard [Name] simp now â not that he'd admit it.
Mydei who, in great contrast to his usual self, writes some very cutesy stuff. âWhat if you two turned into chimeras for a dayâ stuff like that. He's mostly known for his chibi drawings though. Very escapism-from-a-burdened-life themed, if you want to psychoanalyze, that is.
Sunday who just can't cross the boundary of writing gentlemanly hand-kisses and heartfelt hugs in terms of physical affection, even though he's probably read hardcore smut by someone else. And even when he's writing about kissing your hand, he's squirming in his seat, wings restless enough for him to start taking flight or something. His characterization tends to be very thoughtful though so the readers don't care.
One of the very first dwellers of the website, Gepard's... unique drawings fed many people back in the days and are still remembered fondly to this date. Nowadays, he isn't as active as he used to be though.
Venti's blog is dedicated to poetry about you, everyone is low-key jealous of his rhyming skills. He's also one of the more active people, sharing others' works regularly without fail.
Dr. Ratio who becomes SICK of the amount of mischaracterization floating around about you in the fanfics and the burn from the majority of the fics not meeting his standards, so, he starts writing fanfics catering to his specific needs himself.
Alhaitham who posted like two or three 10k something word-count fics and then dipped because he lost motivation. The readers are still in mourning, because he left them on a devasting cliff-hanger. Kaveh, Cyno and Sethos have made a âDay X until @/vulturevolans postsâ chain in the comments. They just don't know it's Alhaitham who's the writer.
Albedo is that artist whose works you'd think would be hung on museum walls, yet, he's here posting jaw-dropping art with you as the muse. His âcharacter studyâ series of sketches about you is noted to be... very brainrot-worthy, let's say.
â MISC. INHABITANTS
Aventurine is the famous âcommissionerâ guy who drops by people's inboxes with hilarious memes seeking fic or art, or just to appreciate the existing works. You can bet he's commissioned something out of every writer and artist on this site.
Childe is another commissioner. He'd most likely commission Phainon though because he knows Phainon can whip up a good flirting-through-sparring oneshot with accuracy ensured about how a sword works and all. They say Varka of Mondstadt has this fic printed and binded like a book.
Don't tell the Trailblazer and March 7th, but Dan Heng is one of the admins who manage the site. He knows every work posted here like the back of his hand. He may or may not know about the true identities of everyone who has an account on this website.
â NOTABLE READERS
Anaxa who gets exposed as a fanfic reader in class after he accidentally comments, ââThis looks like something that you'd find in fanfiction.[you].net.ââ while grading a few students' (read: Phainon and Castorice) essays. He got back at them with the threat of âIf the next fic doesn't meet my standards, I'm failing you.â though. So, no worries.
Argenti who's known as the âlong comment guyâ. He leaves whole paragraphs of praises with sparkly rosy emojis under every work on the site, without exception. It's kind of an honor to receive his comments.
Ayato, Jing Yuan, Flins, Neuvillette and Zhongli aren't really part of the dramatic crew. They tend to savour the works from a distance. They don't even have to commission the writers here, the sincere compliments and ideas they share are enough to keep the facilitation of brainrot smooth.
WARNINGS: MDNI! breeding fetish, light bondage, relentless teasing, raw sex (fictional, be safe!), bruising/marking, overwhelming pleasure, possessive dirty talk, forced eye contact, orgasm overload, intimate yet rough dynamics. . . WORD COUNT: 600+
THE PROMPT LIST ! reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Youâre trembling, pinned beneath Jungwonâs weight, legs hoisted over his shoulders, wrists bound above your head with the soft leather of his belt. Itâs tight enough to bite into your skin, making your pulse thrum wildly. Every nerve in your body is screaming, oversensitive from the relentless pace heâs set tonight. Youâre a messâthighs slick, chest heaving, marked up with bruises and bites that spell out his name across your skin.
âwonie,â you whimper, voice cracking, the overstimulation clawing at you. He just pulls out, slow and deliberate, leaving you clenching around nothing, and hums like heâs savoring the sight of you falling apart.
His fingers trail between your legs, lazy, teasing, brushing over the bruised, sensitive spots, and you jolt, a pathetic little sound slipping out. He chuckles, low and amused. âSensitive?â he asks, voice smooth as velvet, but his eyes glint with that cruel edge. He already knows the answer. Leaning closer, lips grazing the shell of your ear, he murmurs, âGood. You should be.â
Jungwon strokes himself, your eyes catching the motion as he lines up and sinks back into you without warning. The stretch is overwhelming, his cock dragging against your soaked, swollen walls, and you arch, dizzy, a gasp tearing from your throat. âPlease,â you whine, half-begging, half-lost, not even sure what youâre asking for anymore.
âStill so tight,â he mutters, hand sliding down your belly, pausing just above your pelvis, pressing like he can feel himself inside you. âFucking made for me.â
Your mindâs a haze, words slipping through your fingers like water. All you can do is feelâhim, the pressure, the heat. His fingers dip lower, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit while heâs buried deep, and you jerk beneath him, a sob catching in your throat. His grin widens, wicked and proud. âYou know what Iâm gonna do to you, right?â he breathes. âWeâre not stopping until youâre pregnant.â
You shake your headâmaybe no, maybe yes, you canât fucking tellâand his grip tightens on your waist, holding you still. He means it, and the thought sends a pulse of heat through you, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. âLook at you. Canât even form a sentence,â he says, mock pity dripping from his tone as he thrusts slow and deep, savoring the way your body trembles. âAll fucked out and I havenât even cum yet.â
His lips find your collarbone, kissing, nipping, sucking until the skin blooms red. Then, voice low and steady, he says, âRelax, love. Youâre going to be a mother by the time Iâm done with you.â Itâs not comfortingâitâs a promise, and it makes your breath hitch, a mix of moan and sob that only spurs him on. His hips snap harder, more purposeful, his hand cradling your cheek as he forces you to meet his gaze.
âYou want it, donât you?â he whispers, eyes dark and unrelenting. âWant me to fill you up, make sure you feel me dripping out every time you try to walk?â Your hips buck up, greedy despite yourself, legs folding tighter against your chest in a mating press that feels too intimate, too raw.
âGreedy thing,â he mutters, kissing the corner of your mouth, his voice softening just enough to make your heart stutter. âYouâll take everything I give you, wonât you? All of it. Again and again until Iâm sure it took.â
Your cries are softer now, helpless, each one fueling his hunger. His breath quickens, hips stuttering as the pressure builds. âSo good for me,â he pants, hands gripping your thighs, parting them wider. âMy perfect little breeding toy. Look at youâŚâ
You lose track of your orgasms, each one blurring into the next, your body shaking, mind blank. He keeps going, whispering filthy promises, and even when you think you canât take more, heâs not done. But after every round, he kisses youâsoft, slow, tenderâhis lips the only part of him thatâs gentle.
âYou did so good for me,â he murmurs into your hair, even as his hands slide back to your thighs, spreading them again. âBut weâre not done, baby. Not yet.â
â ⌠paring ⌠enha x reader
â ⌠genre ⌠fluff fluff fluff (and a bit of crack)
â ⌠word count ⌠2.3k
â ⌠masterlist
â ⌠note ⌠back with another banger. personaly riks got me real good for this one (screams) thanks to @lovegreenie for beta reading once again <33
â ⌠taglist ⌠@kristynaaah @beenusflytrap @nari-roll
heeseung ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You had just stepped out of a nice, relaxing hot shower, feeling warm and ready for bed. as you walked toward the bedroom, you spotted heeseung sprawled out across the mattress, one hand on his stomach, the other stretched lazily across his side. his head was tilted back slightly, mouth parted, soft snores filling the room.
Normally, eyes-closed, open-mouthed, slightly-drooling sleep wasnât cute. but with heeseung?
Absolutely adorable.
You padded over and carefully laid down beside him, curling up into the curve of his arm.
Instinctively, he pulled you close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
âyouâre finally done, angelâ he mumbled sleepily, his voice low and raspy with exhaustion. the way his arms wrapped around you, so clingy and warm? it was your breaking point in the best way.
You propped yourself up slightly, your face level with his. âdid I wake my baby up?â you whispered with a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to his nose.
Heeseung smiled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. you gently stroked his hair, cooing sweetly, âmy tired, tired baby.â
âMmm..â he hummed, clinging tighter like he had no intention of letting go.
You leaned in and began placing kisses all over his face. âmmm⌠angelâ he giggled, trying to turn away but too sleepy to fight back.
âWhy is my baby so adorable, hmm?â you teased, giggling between kisses. âmy baby. all for me.â
Heeseung groaned playfully and tried to hide his blushing face. when he looked at you again, his half-lidded eyes looked so soft, like he could fall asleep all over again.
âAll for youâŚâ he murmured with a sleepy grin. âonly for you.â
Then he pulled you back in, holding you close as if you were the only thing that mattered in the whole world.
jay ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
Here you were, sitting in jayâs office as he whined and complained about his custom-made guitar pedal having the slightest scratch. he was clearly irritated, but you just found his pouty lips absolutely adorable.
âI just donât understand how it even got thereâ jay mumbled, resting his head dramatically on your shoulder.
âWell, youâve had it for a while. Itâs bound to get a few scratches, baby.â you chuckled, fingers gently petting his fluffy hair.
He let out an exasperated puff and sat back up, examining the pedal. slouched in his office chair, brow furrowed, he stared intently at the tiny blemish, while you simply rested your chin on your hand, admiring your ridiculously handsome (and overdramatic) boyfriend.
You reached out and tucked a soft strand of hair behind his ear. jay froze. his eyes flicked toward you, heart fluttering at your delicate touch.
Oh, how down bad he was.
âHow long have you had this pedal anyway?â you murmured, fingers idly playing with his hair. a shiver ran up his spine, the sensation sending tingles through him in all the right ways.
âI, uhm⌠maybe around, like, two or three weeks?â he answered softly, completely entranced by your touch.
âMmm? thatâs already a pretty long time, babyâŚâ you whispered, gently caressing his cheek. âyou look so cute when youâre all pouty.â you added, smiling.
Jay looked up at you with those perfect puppy-cat eyes. you couldnât help but giggle and lean in to tease him a little more.
âAww, my poor lil babyâ you teased, cooing as you pulled his head into your chest. âitâs okay, my pouty little baby, donât be sad.â
Jay laughed, voice muffled against you. âokay, honey. whatever you sayâ he grinned cheesily.
âYou love it when I baby youâ you giggled, pressing a soft peck to his cheek.
âOnly because itâs youâ he murmured with a giddy smile, before burying his face deeper into your shoulder.
jake ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
Here you were, sitting on the couch trying to enjoy your show⌠trying being the keyword. it was difficult when jake was latched onto your side, whining and begging for your snacks.
Your special snacks. the ones you bought for both of you⌠except he always finished them too fast.
âPleeeeaaaseeeâ jake whined into your side, his limbs wrapped around you like a koala. his face was buried in your arm. âi promise to replace them this time.â
âYou said that last time too, yunie. and the time before that. and you still didnât replace them.â you pouted, looking down at him.
Jake looked up, full-on pouting now, his big, adorable puppy eyes blinking at you.
Irresistible.
Dammit.
You sighed, a small laugh slipping out. âaww, does my baby jakey want the snacks that bad?â you teased, your voice going soft and babyish, like you were talking to a puppy⌠which, in this case, was basically the same thing.
Jake instantly knew what you were doing and got all shy. he acted like he hated it, but you both knew the truth.
he lived for it.
âYou gotta answer me, yunieâ you chuckled, gently patting his fluffy hair.
âYes, pleaseâŚâ he mumbled quietly.
âWhat was that, baby yun?â you teased further, squishing his soft cheeks between your hands.
âI said please!â he whined, voice high as he buried his red face in your arm again.
You let out a loud laugh at his ridiculously cute reaction. âokay, okay- go get itâ you grinned, rolling your eyes fondly.
Jake perked up immediately, bouncing off the couch and rushing to the cupboard like youâd just handed him the key to eternal happiness.
âHappy now, yunie?â you smiled as he returned with your snack in hand, already munching away like a satisfied gremlin.
âNo. Iâm sad.â he huffed dramatically, settling beside you again. âyou were mean to me.â
âOh no!â you gasped, pretending to be horrified. âshould I kiss it better?â
Jake plopped himself down with an exaggerated pout. âyes. yes, you should*.*â he declared with a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
sunghoon ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You were minding your own business in the bedroom when your perfect, handsome boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom.
He looked so clean, damp hair clinging softly to his forehead, body toned, skin glowing under the warm, ambient lamp light.
honestly, how did you even manage to score this hottie?
âYou look so good, hoonâ you said, propping your head on your elbow as you admired him.
âOh- thank you, loveâ sunghoon chuckled shyly, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. he knew he looked good, sure⌠but he always folded at your compliments.
Boy was down bad.
And of course, you noticed that blush right away. so naturally, you couldnât resist teasing him just a little more.
âMy handsome baby, come hereâ you cooed, patting the empty space beside you.
Sunghoon let out a bashful laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way over and plopped down beside you.
Without hesitation, you clung onto his arm and looked up at him with that teasing smirk of yours.
âLook at youâŚâ you said, resting your cheek against his bicep. âmy babyâs so, so good-looking.â You gave him those cute, wide eyes, the move that always, always made him fold.
âThank you, lovieâŚâ he mumbled, face already buried in his hands as he smiled like a total fool.
You gently pulled his hands away and squished his cheeks between your palms. âsuch a handsome manâ you grinned.
And that? That finished him.
Sunghoon let out an adorably flustered giggle and turned away from you entirely, his back now facing you as he tried to hide the deepening blush.
âHeyyy, where are you going?â you laughed, delighted at his reaction.
âJust... hereâŚâ he muttered, trying to calm himself down.
âAww, you adorable babyâ you giggled, wrapping your arms around him from behind in a soft back hug.
He let out a tiny, flustered scream before laughing, squirming a little as he rolled around on the bed with you.
âOnly you can make me fold like thisâ he sighed between chuckles, finally settling down beside you again, still smiling at you.
sunoo ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You were chilling on the couch when your sunshine boyfriend walked into the room⌠except this time, his vibe felt⌠different.
He wasnât radiating that usual cutesy glow. instead, he strolled over with this oddly cool energy and plopped down beside you, throwing a firm arm over your shoulders like he was auditioning for a kdrama lead.
âHey, babeâ sunoo said, flashing a soft smile.
You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, playfully scrunching up your face in confusion.
âYou okay? is the weather off or something?â you chuckled, leaning into him. âyou feel... different today.â
âDifferent? iâm doing perfectly fine, babeâ he replied, puffing out his chest ever-so-slightly like he was trying to channel a broody action hero.
You saw through it instantly. he was trying to act like one of those stereotypically âtough guyâ types- and honestly, it was adorable*.*
âOkay then, handsome tough babyâ you teased, giggling as you leaned into his side and rested your cheek against his chest. you looked up at him with a grin. âso, so handsome today.â
âTh-thank you, babeâ sunoo chuckled, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks.
You brought a hand to his face and gently caressed his cheek. âmy tough, strong babyâŚâ
And just like that, his whole act crumbled.
âAhH, I canât do this anymore!â sunoo squealed, immediately breaking his cool-guy facade. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his flustered face into your neck.
âWhat happened to my tough-tough baby?â you teased, giggling as you squished his cheeks.
âBeing tough is too much workâ he laughed, snuggling deeper into your warmth like the human cinnamon roll he truly was.
âI mean, I could get used to big tough sunooâ you mused playfully. âi love every version of you. cute, sexy, sassy, clingy, pouty-â
You went on and on while sunoo just laughed softly, absolutely melting at your affection.
âThank you, sweetieâ he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. âi love every version of you too.â
jungwon ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You were watching tv on the couch when your adorable kitty boyfriend peeked his head around the corner, eyes full of mischief, a smirk already tugging at his lips.
You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes as you tried to predict what chaos he was about to unleash.
âCan I help you, wonie?â you chuckled as he stepped fully into view, feet planted wide in an stance.
He just kept smirking.
Uh-oh.
Without another word, he marched up in front of you and broke into the most ridiculous little dance. you raised an eyebrow, barely holding back a snort before finally laughing.
Then he leapt onto the couch and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, letting out a soft laugh of his own.
âLooks like someone has their zoomiesâ you said fondly, ruffling his hair as he settled down, resting his head on your lap and leaning into your warmth.
You couldnât help but melt a little.
âYouâre so cute, wonieâ you giggled, squishing his panting, flushed cheeks in your hands.
His naturally rosy skin only added to how absolutely adorable he looked.
âWhy are you so cute?â you squealed, overcome with cuteness aggression as you continued to play with his face.
Those soft, squishy features and that ridiculously fluffy hair were simply too much.
Jungwon giggled, letting you squish and poke to your heartâs content.
âIf you keep this up, you might just rearrange my faceâ he said between laughs.
âHow can I not? my babyâs just too adorableâ you cooed, switching to gently run your fingers through his hair.
He smiled at you, a soft pink blush rising on his cheeks.
âMy cute, cute, cute catâ you giggled again.
Jungwon laughed and teased, âyou are so down bad for me.â
You raised a brow. âlike youâre not blushing right now?â
âOnly blush like this for youâ he grinned.
ni-ki ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You and riki were chilling on the sofa, your body curled into his lap, facing him like a sleepy little koala. his arms wrapped around you gently, one hand rubbing slow circles against your back. everything felt calm, no chaos, no noise, just the two of you sharing warmth in the quiet.
You pulled back slightly to take a look at him. his head was tilted back, eyes closed, completely peaceful. undisturbed. and so, so good looking.
âMmm?â riki hummed, sensing your gaze on him. he cracked one eye open to peek at you, a soft smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
âAdmiring your handsome boyfriend?â he teased, his voice low and easy, his thumbs still tracing lazy shapes on your waist.
You brought your hands up to gently cup his cheeks. âwell yes, I am. my handsome baby duckâ you replied with a cheeky smile.
âAish, not you too-â he whined, letting out a playful groan. âiâm a puma. P-U-M-Aâ he spelled, gesturing dramatically to himself.
âBut youâre my baby duckieâ you cooed sweetly. âyou canât tell me youâre not a duck with those soft, kissable lips,â you added, placing a gentle peck right on them.
Riki groaned and sat up straighter, now eyeing you with seriousness. âlook, look. my eyes scream puma. iâm not a duckie.â he pointed at his eyes with a pout.
But you could barely hold back a giggle. he was trying so hard, and yet the tips of his ears were already flushed pink.
âBut baby duckieâŚâ you said with a playful little pout of your own.
He let out a soft chuckle and met your gaze⌠and instantly folded.
His expression crumbled as he threw his head back, covering his face in dramatic defeat.
âAre you not my baby duckie?â you teased again, arms wrapping around his waist as you rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him with your sweetest gaze.
He looked down at you and just melted.
Going completely limp in your hold, riki sighed like a man who knew he was completely owned. his cheeks were a shade of red heâd deny later.
âYeah, yeahâŚâ he muttered, smiling as he hugged you back tightly. âiâm your duckie⌠just your duckie.â
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