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vktrsnclr · 9 months

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Secreto De Amor (r18+)

pairing: Miguel O'hara x mistress f reader ft. Gabriel O'Hara

contents: p in v, oral (m receiver), hair pulling, unprotected sex, humiliation, domination/submission, !!cheating!!

word count: 1,212 words

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"Shit daddy I'm gonna cum!" You whimpered weakly as Miguel brutally pounds your pussy in a missionary position. His hand is gripping on your neck and the other is rubbing on your clit.

"Don't cum yet... I'm not done with you." He flips your body over in a doggy position then puts back his thick and girthy cock on your tiny leaking hole.

"You're such a good whore, taking it submissively." He praises you and pins your head onto the bed while he thrusts sharply. "But you're not cumming unless I told you to." Miguel is panting but he doesn't seem to be giving up any moment. Your body is covered in sweat, spit and cum. Especially your face. You can't help but scream, moan and form incoherent noises along with the clapping noises from his hips to your ass inside the hotel room. Your mind is completely blank from taking his dick that fills your walls of flesh.

"You wanna cum?" Miguel slows down his pace and whispers behind your back, his hot breath brushing against your neck. "Yes yes yes!" A weak, slutty, high pitched voice escaped your mouth.

He scoffs before answering. "Of course you do you fucking slut. Beg for it." Miguel continues to tease you by gently thrusting.

"Please daddy I.. I wanna cum again please." You look behind and pleads.

"Nah, not convincing enough." He shakes his head no and then spanks your ass.

Desperately, you begged once again but this time it's much more pathetic and there's nothing he likes more than taking control of it. "Please fucking fuck me! I wanna cum so bad. You can cum inside daddy, please. I'll do anything you want." You almost cried out in frustration.

"Now that's one hell of a slut." His upper lip curled then flips you over again so he can see your face while you cum. He spits on your pussy then starts fucking roughly. He takes your thigh and takes your legs over his shoulder and his face in between.

"Who's pussy is this huh?" He breathes heavily.

"Yours daddy!" You let out a puny moan.

"Fuck fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum! Puta! I'm cumming inside! Hmm.." He continues thrusting forward, putting all of his length inside your tight little hole.

"Scream my name." He grips your titties and thrusts faster. Every stroke sends you to multiple dimensions and blanks out your entire thoughts.

"Miguel... Miguel! Ahhhh! Fuck, daddy!" The only thing that pops into your brain is his name before you reach the verge of orgasm. He then explodes his seed inside you, stirring it up a little then pulls out. Your cunt leaked of cum but he puts it back using his finger. You laid your spent body and let a moment of relief take over, his semen still warm inside.

After a minute or two, Miguel gets up and puts on his pants.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?"

"What, did you expect me to stay?" He scoffs and puts on his suit.

"I'm taking out my wife tonight." He says and throws out a stack of hundred bills in front of you. "I'll call you when I need you." He kisses your forehead and then walks out the door.

That's what he does most times, to him, you are nothing but a pastime activity, a toy to get his manhood erect. Miguel is a married man but ever since his wife went through an accident, she couldn't satisfy his needs anymore due to PTSD. She couldn't engage in a sexual activity with him anymore so Miguel secretly takes out his sexual frustrations on you.

A month went by without a call or a single text from him. You kept on texting him, posting lewd stories and thirst traps on platforms where he follows you but he doesn't have the time to see it. That's what he usually does, fucks and go, but this time, it's different, your intuition tells you that he might call off the relationship anytime soon. So you did what every desperate mistress does, you decided to break in and follow him one night at a party that he and his wife attended.

You wore a satin dress that shows off your features, just enough to get his attention and be presentable at the same time. When you walked in, his brother Gabriel brushed on your back while holding a glass of champagne.

"If it isn't my brother's whore." He whispered on your neck.

You sighed after recognizing his voice even before facing him. "Gab."

He's the only trusted person that knows about his brother's affair. Only cause he caught you one time getting raw dogged by Miguel.

"What are you doing here chiquita? You're looking for Miguel?"

"Y-yeah... where is he?" You look away.

"Oh no mamí, you've gone desperate huh? You know his wife's here, right?" He smirks and places his hand on your chin. You look away, feeling ashamed.

Gabriel sighs and clings your arm into his. "Don't worry, I have an idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Just go with flow."

You went with him as he takes you to a flock of rich, eccentric and powerful people at the party. You spotted Miguel in the crowd talking to his wife who seems to have too much to drink. She looks expensive wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress and necklace that you could recognize from a mile away. Gab takes you to them with a wide grin on his face, mocking his brother.

"Everyone, this is my girlfriend." He smiles.

"I- uh wha-" You blink in confusion.

"Oh Gab! Good! You're finally committing." The lady says joyfully. Miguel just stares at you and his brother grimly with his clenching fists.

"Committing suicide, you mean." He whispered.

"What is that, honey?"

"Oh nothing, my love. You've had too much to drink, do you want Gab to drive you home?"

"No not y-"

"I think you should take her home pendejo. It's getting late. I still have clients in here." People are starting to stare but Gab didn't wanna make a scene so he just did what Miguel wanted.

As soon as they left, Miguel drags you by the arm to a secluded room. "Now explain to me why the fuck would you stand a fucking inch next to my wife?!" His voice was hoarse as he tightly grips on your wrist.

"It was Gab, I swear. He probably wanted to make fun of you." You replied.

"That's the most stupidest shit you've ever done."

"I know... I just.. I need you. You know, I kept texting you for weeks but you ghosted me." You bite your lower lip and slowly guides your hand on his crotch. Miguel immediately looked at the corners on the room and checked for cameras like it's his natural instinct. Luckily, there was none.

"I'm really upset right now." He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

"Can I apologize?" Your serene voice and your hand on his bulging cock drives him madly horny at that very moment.

"No, I think you need reminding. Do you want me to remind you of your place?" He says and grabs a fistful of your hair as you nod like a pathetic little slut. He then drags you down on your knees and quickly unbuckles his pants. A thick-headed engorged cock reveals itself right in front of you.

"Suck me."

Y'all up for part 2?

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evilwickedme · 7 months

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So like, the love triangle/extremely complicated shape timeline in the buffyverse is something like

1753: Angelus gets turned by Darla. They're together for the next 150 years or so

1860: Drusilla is sired

1880: William has feelings for Cecily, who turns him down. Spike is sired. They're together for the next 120 years or so

Sometime in the middle there: Spike and Angelus have sex "that one time"

Sometime in the middle there: Angelus and Drusilla have sex multiple times

1898: Angelus gets cursed to have a soul, although he doesn't fully leave the whirlwind until after Spike kills the boxer rebellion slayer in 1900

1980s-1990s: Xander and Willow become friends, they "date" in kindergarten, Willow develops a proper crush later in life

1997: Buffy moves to Sunnydale. Xander develops a crush on her. Buffy and Angel begin their doomed love affair. Angel kills Darla. Xander asks Buffy to the dance, and she turns him down; he tries to get Willow to go with him instead, and she turns him down also, for very different reasons.

1997-1998: Xander starts dating Cordelia. Willow starts dating Oz. Buffy sleeps with Angel, then kills Angelus.

1998-1999: Buffy dates Scott for a short while before he dumps her, has a weird situationships with Faith, and starts dating Angel again. Drusilla breaks up with Spike off screen. Xander and Willow cheat in their SOs with each other, leading to Cordy dumping Xander. Xander sleeps with faith. Faith kisses Angel, and then who she believes is Angelus. Cordelia and Wesley have sexual tension, then the worst televised kiss of all time. Xander and Anya go to prom together. Angel and Buffy break up.

1999-2000: Buffy sleeps with Parker. Anya and Xander start dating. Harmony and Spike date on and off. Oz leaves Willow because he cheated on her with werewolf girl. Willow starts dating Tara. Oz comes back into town, only to leave again, for good this time. I Will Remember You doesn't happen. Buffy starts dating Riley. Cordelia and Doyle kiss, only for Doyle to immediately die. Cordelia kisses Angel, Wesley, and a bunch of other guys, trying to get rid of the visions.

2000-2001: Spike realizes he's in love with Buffy. Riley is the worst for half a season, then leaves after he sluttily lets every vampire in town bite him. Darla comes back to life and Lindsey falls in love with her, rip. Darla and Angel sleep together, leading to Angel's wasted attempt to give her a second chance at life instead being turned into a pregnancy. Lindsey leaves town. Drusilla tries to get Spike to come back to LA with her, but Spike wants to kill her to impress Buffy, so that doesn't work out. Harmony also leaves him over this. Xander and Anya get engaged.

2001-2002: Cordelia and Angel develop feelings for each other. Upon finding out Buffy is alive, Angle and Buffy go out to "a place" and do something, for sure, we'll never know what - not sex though, since Angel still has his soul. Spike and Buffy start sleeping together. Wesley develops a crush on Fred. Fred and Gunn start dating. Darla kills herself so that Connor can be born (can we reverse that somehow?). Willow and Tara break up over Willow's abuse of magic. Cecily is Halfrek, Anya's best friend, and the two of them recognize each other, although they don't expand on it. Riley comes back into town with a wife nobody can seem to dislike, leading Buffy to break up with Spike. Xander leaves Anya at the altar, but still wants to date. Connor gets kidnapped into a demon dimension and returns the world's worst teenager. Anya comes back as a vengeance demon, but can't get anyone to curse Xander; instead she sleeps with Spike for comfort. Everyone finds out about Spuffy. Willow and Tara get back together, then Seeing Red happens. Spike leaves town and gets his soul. Cordelia and Angel agree to meet to finally talk about their feelings, only for her to get ascended to a higher plane and for him to get trapped in a box at the bottom of the ocean by the world's most ungrateful son (does anybody like Connor? Are there people for whom he's like, their fav?).

2002-2003: Spike comes back to Sunnydale ensouled and insane. Cordelia comes back from being in an upper plane of existence, but has total amnesia. Spike and Xander are jokingly implied to have slept together. Buffy goes on a date with Wood, Xander goes on a date with a demon lady who tries to sacrifice him to the seal in the school basement. Cordelia gets her memories back but is acting incredibly strange, including *sleeping with Connor and getting pregnant*. Xander and Anya have breakup sex. Fred and Gunn start having problems and eventually break up (I'm not actually up to this in my Angel rewatch and I usually skip season four so I don't remember this in detail). Willow starts dating Kennedy. Willow goes to LA to help give Angel back his soul and bring Faith over to season seven of Buffy in the only good arc in season four, and she and Fred have insane chemistry, leasing to Willow letting Fred down easy ("I have a girlfriend"). Angel finds out about Spike and is jealous. Spike and Buffy share one last night together, although it's left purposefully vague what they did in that basement. Spike dies. Connor gets erased from all Angel Investigations' memories, and Cordy is in a coma.

2003-2004: Spike comes back to unlife, and when he gets corporeal form again, he has enthusiastic sex with Harmony, who is Angel's secretary. Magic makes Angel and Eve sleep together, although it's revealed Eve is together with Lindsey (I don't remember how that plot is resolved). Buffy is rumored to be dating some guy both Spike and Angel hate called The Immortal (iirc), and they both decide not to chase after her, although not until Spike alludes to that one time he slept with Angelus. It's generally a very homoerotic relationship all throughout the season. Cordelia wakes from her coma, kisses Angel, then is revealed to have died in her hospital bed (You're Welcome is so good but less than she deserved). Fred and Wesley finally get together only for Fred to be killed and replaced with Ilyria the next episode or something like that. When Wesley dies, Ilyria puts Fred "on" like a mask to comfort him as he passes, and she's sad that he did.

I purposefully skipped Giles, since he's not actually involved with any of the other main cast members, and therefore not part of the love... Whatever this is

Comic canon (just a few highlights): Buffy didn't actually date The Immortal, that was a body double left to party through Europe to foil assassination plots or something. Buffy sleeps with a younger slayer and it's never brought up again by anyone except the fandom. Buffy and Angel have sex in the middle of the apocalypse or something? Season eight was confusing to me and I last read it almost a decade ago. Spuffy become the canon couple for the rest of the comics. Dawn's season five crush on Xander turns into a relationship, which I find gross for different reasons than TikTok fans do. Anya comes back from the dead as a ghost for a while? I didn't actually read past s9 so I don't know what happened in any of that.

Did I miss anything big?

#btvs #ats #gail speaks #why do I insist on losing sleep over timelines #at least in this case it's about writing everything down and I didn't have to do any math #*side eyes batfam ages document*

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thebrokengate · 2 years

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Melvin's relationship in S4 is essentially a retelling of S3 but in a more toxic and nonsensical way.

In S3, we see Mike and El acting like someone they're not, there are lies in their relationship. Mike actively acts like he hates being a nerd and hides his own personality to ''grow up''.

In S4, we see Mike and El acting like someone they're not, there are lies in their relationship from both sides, Mike actively acts like someone he's not when he leaves Hawkins because of his insecurities and because he feels inferior. We know he acts different because we see him being like his own S1 and S2 self since he actively chooses to join Hellfire and enjoys it, but the moment he steps on Cali his persona changes. El's the same, she acts like someone she's not, we also learn that she's been lying constantly in her letters to Mike. We also learn that Mike has not been saying or writing ILY to El for months even though he's been sending her letters.

In S3, we see Mike trying to say ILY to El in a fake-out scene with that ''(blank) makes you crazy'' scene, but he never verbalizes it and they get interrupted. Then he verbalizes it by saying he loves El in front of a crowd where he thinks El cannot hear him and El is physically away from him. When later on El says she loves Mike and kisses him, Mike doesn't react or reciprocate, he just stands there and El leaves.

In S4, the same saga continues. Mike avoids using the word 'love' and has been avoiding it for months, he doesn't say it even when El's crying in front of him. Then El leaves. We have a fakeout scene where it seems like Mike might say ily to El in that Pizza scene but he never says it, they get interrupted. Then he says it in a death-or-life situation when once again El is technically away from him and stuck in an alternate dimension fighting against the big bad. Then we see them not talking about it again. What's gonna happen in S5? Will the Duffers make El go and kiss Mike while Mike's standing without reciprocation? Then make El leave Hawkins again and rince and repeat ig?

The endings of S3 and S4 are also similar. In S3, multiple people die, Billy die, and villain is still out there and El loses her powers.

In S4, El loses to Vecna, Vecna is still alive. Hawkins and Upside Down merge, and multiple people die. Eddie dies, Max dies and dies up in a coma etc.

I mean, seems like the Duffers are joking atp. Because what the hell even is this?

Incoming rant:

Yeah, I mean, honestly it's the most tiresome and frankly boring part of the show at this point and I wish they didn't stretch it out this long. And you're right. The only stakes they raised here was making the relationship develop with even more toxicity than what it already had by season 3. They could've left it with them broken up by the end of season 3 and just remaining friends but they didn't. Hell, they could've had them break up by Vol 2, but instead decided to write that monologue that didn't help shit because Mike was basing it off of Will's feelings from the van, was telling even more lies, and just telling El what he thought she wanted to hear, so their relationship still isn't glowing, but the writers made the conscious choice to not just end it so now we're stuck for 2 more years putting up with being called delusional. Even if it's a little less frequent than what it was and the "power dynamic" has shifted where Byler is becoming more popular, it's still bad. They're literally on the verge of a break-up right now, but they still couldn't give it up this season and now have to do it next season. Why do they feel the need to literally milk Milkvan? Maybe they raised the stakes of toxicity to get the GA more used to the idea of them separating and not liking them as a couple as much, but still. Every season, they get separated and come back together. And at no point does that time apart solve anything, because they keep running into the same fundamental issues over and over, and it just gets worse and worse every time where they leave their relationship off. Just separate them for good and be done with it. They don't work. I know a part of it is a codependency issue in the relationship itself and that's closer to being solved on El's part at least and now she's starting to move away from Mike, but honestly. Every time we make 10 steps forward, we end up taking at least 7 back almost every season. It might've been less this time just looking at the not-great terms Mike and El have ended on this season and the character progress El has made, but it's just kind of getting old, and I completely understand.

#ask styx #byler #anti m*lev*n

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santaverse · 2 years

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This is a Holiday?! (Drabble pt.2)

[ LOCATION ] : THE YULETIDE DIMENSION; THE NORTH POLE

“ UGH… “ Was he ever going to get used to interdimensional travel? Multiple Santa clenched his dizzy head, then slowly opened his eyes to quite the sight! He was clearly inside of Santa’s Workshop, but instead of it being filled with elves busy working on toys, the place was chock-full of Santa Clauses from different universes working instead! “ OH NO… “ Multiple Santa groaned.

Unbeknownst to him, Multiple Santa was still in Super Santa’s arms. The heroic Santa gently let him down onto the ground, then greeted the others.

“ Ho, Ho, Hello everyone! I’m back!! “

All of the other Santas turned and happily greeted the two with loud cheers, waves, and ‘ho, ho ho’s’ that all grated the villain’s ears. From within the crowd, Super Santa’s wife; Emma, reunited with her husband.

“ Santa! “

“ Emma!! “ Super Santa swiftly ran into his wife’s loving arms.

“ Well done apprehending Multiple Santa, my dear Santa! I simply knew you could do it. “

“ Your love is what gives me strength, honey!!~ “ The two embraced each other with Emma dipping Super Santa in her arms before sharing a kiss. Multiple Santa visibly winced in disgust. After their kiss, Emma approached Multiple Santa with a small plate of cookies.

“ Good day, Multiple Santa. Cookie? “

The villain snarled, then SMACKED the plate from Emma’s hand. “ NO, I DON’T WANT A STUPID COOKIE! I WANT ANSWERS! “ Electricity began surging through Multiple Santa’s hands. “ AND I'M GONNA GET SOME, OR ELSE. “

“ !!! “

Super Santa immediately ran towards his wife’s side. She was stunned at first, but quickly went on the defense, tossing her robe and glasses aside (revealing her true combat attire), letting her hair down, and unsheathing a cookie throwing star from her utility belt.

“ Perhaps someone needs a lesson in the true meaning of Christmas. “

Before Emma could unleash her skills on this villain though, North suddenly came from behind Multiple Santa and wrapped him in his massive arms.

“ MULTIPLE SANTA!! AHAHAHA!! “ North patted the crook on the back a few times.

“ You have habit of wanting face to get punched, no? ANYWAY, I bet you are wondering what we are doing at The Pole before Christmas! “

“ UH, YEAH. I AM. “ He responded awkwardly.

North happily nodded and motioned his head towards the right. “ Then, come! I will show you! “ The Guardian began to usher the villain away from the couple, but before he did, North looked around mysteriously, then held out his hand towards Emma.

“ …May I have the cookies? “

Emma and Super Santa smiled at each other, then nodded.

“ Of course you may, North! I never do anything without a contingency plan! “ She pulled a backup plate of cookies out of seemingly nowhere, and North squealed before accepting them. One bite of the gooey chocolate chip cookie was enough to put the Guardian over the moon!

“ Mhm!! Спасибо! “

#INTO THE SANTAVERSE || ( drabble post! )#GUARDIAN OF WONDER || ( north! )#CHRISTMAS CRUSADER || ( super santa! )

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ash-rigby · 2 years

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For the top 10 ask: top 10 fantasy monsterfucking scenarios? E.g. being chased around the labyrinth by the minotaur and when he catches you...

WOO, okay! I saved this one for the next day so that I was more awake to answer it properly and here we go!

[ These are all consensual scenarios btw ]

10. Being knotted by some big monster and then milking them for all they're worth. You have to wait for the knot to shrink before they can pull out, but you're not done. You squeeze their sensitive, still-throbbing cock and grind back against them as much as you can to make them cum again and again. The continued pleasure keeps their knot swollen. They're locked inside you, growling and twitching, but not telling you to stop. It'll be a long while until they can get out if you keep that up. But you're prepared to do so until you've taken your full fill of thick monster cum.

9. Masturbating in your room and opening your eyes to find yourself being watched by some form of shadow creature. You're not scared. In fact, you lock eyes with him and make a show of pleasuring yourself. He starts jerking off, thinking that's all he's allowed to do until you invite him over. Before long, he's pounding you, his claws digging into your skin--just shy of drawing blood. A loud, eldritch cry exits him as he cums deep inside you.

8. A monster whose cock is too big for you to take using other methods involving your body to get off. Thrusting against your ass or between your thighs. Getting more and more worked up before unloading all over you. They lick up their own mess, trailing their tongue over your body.

7. Being in possession of one side of an interdimensional glory hole. The other side moves around to different worlds and dimensions but yours stays put and you get to have all the fun you want with whatever comes through; cocks, tentacles, ovipositors.

6. Giving head to a demon queen. You're knelt in front of her while she sits on her throne. Her clawed hands are in your hair and her glorious moans fill the vast throne room as you work your magic. You've done so good for her, she says once you've made her cum. So well that she uses her power of suggestion on you to return to favour. Her voice alone builds the pleasure in your body. No touches; just her slow, sultry tones in your ears. She tilts your face up to have you look her in the eyes as she makes you cum with a single word.

5. Threesome with two big, horny, insatiable minotaurs. Their stamina seems endless and by the end of it, you're covered and absolutely dripping with their excessive cum. But they're appreciative of their little toy and look after you once they're through, cleaning you up and offering any other comfort you desire from them.

4. Consensual possession by a demon. You remain conscious, but they have complete control of your body. They make you edge yourself nearly to tears before finally allowing you an intense orgasm. But then they don't stop, continuing to make you stroke yourself or fuck your hole with toys until you're an overstimulated mess.

3. A werewolf fucking you while they're turning. It starts out normal with them in their human form but gets wilder as they go wolf-mode. Moans turning to snarls and growls. If they have a cock, you can feel it growing inside you as they gain size.

2. Being restrained and fucked by a mass of tentacles. Your arms are bound and your legs are held open as you're fucked full of cum by numerous tentacles. You lose count of how many after a while, but you don't care and keep on taking them.

1. Your fanged monster partner has powerful aphrodisiac venom. The more they inject you with, the more sensitive your body becomes. The simplest touches can eventually set off one of your multiple orgasms; them just sucking and licking your nipples while not even touching your pussy/cock, even just a kiss. A hot blur of pleasure that only clears once the venom is out of your system. But then maybe your partner bites you a second time...🥴

#text #spicy #original spice #long post #ash answers #terato #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster bf #monster ladyfriend #monster gf #monster partner #monster lover #monster love

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swtki · 3 years

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Cedric Diggory NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

A/N: I’m gonna be working on more headcannon stuff like this, so follow me if you want to see them when they are posted!

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL SEX (F RECIEVING), MENTIONS OF PUBLIC SEX, 18+ ONLY

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Ced won’t hesitate to clean his partner up. Just a warm rag and quick wipe. Sometimes Ced will pass out as soon as he hits the mattress, but most times he’ll hold his naked body to yours and talk until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of your body is your lips, for sure. He loves to watch them wrap around things, even when you put his finger into your mouth it drives him mental. His favorite part of himself is hands, he has fairly large hands so everything in them looks small. He loves that when he holds your waist its like his hands were meant to be there. Not to mention his long fingers, one hand can do so many wonders.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I honestly don’t see him as someone who loves anything to do with cum. He would be more than happy to wear a condom while you’re dating, because that way he can make sure you enjoy it without the worries of unprotected sex. I also can see him not wanting to go raw because so many things could go wrong, but if you’re on birth control he will definitely be persuaded to pull out. Once he pulls out the first time he is utterly hooked and loves cumming on your stomach while you lay there on your back, looking all fucked out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not to say that Cedric secretly wants to explore public sex, however I am saying every time you two go out hes thinking of railing you in an alley against a brick wall. He loves public affection in a sfw way so I think he would be eager to explore nsfw public stuff. Now this all being said, he doesn’t ask you for a long time though, until you’re walking home from the shops and he starts to kiss you because god you look so gorgeous in the soft lighting, and then the kiss gets more intense. Then, he basically says fuck it and asks you if he can eat you out on the wall.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like I said in Cedrics headcannon post, I doubt he lost his virginity with anyone other than Cho when they were maddly in love. When he meets you he wants to be nothing less than perfect. When things started to get serious in your relationship he swallowed his pride and looked up sex tips because he was worried he wasn’t experienced enough.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. No doubt about it. He loves how accessible it is for you, he can rub your clit, he can be chest to chest and thrust into you, he can be hypnotized by your perfect tits, it has everything.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Theres times where he kills the moment because he makes a joke in between thrusts, but more often than not hes got his head in the game. It will always start of playful and innocent with Cedric, but as soon as hands start roaming, he gets focused on the task at hand.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t shaven, but tidy for sure. Just a nice little bit at the base and he’s groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cedric loves nothing more than to brush the hair out of your face and stare into your eyes while your blissed out. Also he loves kissing and touching even before clothes come off.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I can see Cedric having a pretty high sex drive and sometimes you have to tap out for the night because your body can only take so much, so he’ll for sure be rubbing one out in the bathroom as soon as you fall asleep. He doesn’t mind of course, he’d rather you be comfortable even if that means he has to jerk off in the shower to the memory of twenty minutes prior.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I thoroughly believe that Cedric Diggory has a praise kink. He loves nothing more than growling “So fucking perfect, my perfect fucking girl” into your ear during sex. I also think he has a roleplay kink, because you dressed up as a nurse for halloween and he was in another dimension.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As I said previously, Cedric likes the idea of walls. However, I think he much prefers the bed or floor of your room. It just feels like you two are the only ones in the world and he cant deny how much of an angel you look like while surrounded by his soft white sheets. He would settle for a car, but your home is much better.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kissing is his number one movement to start things off, so I think just kissing him would make him ready to go. I can see him having a thing for lip biting, especially when you’re reading or doing some other innocent task.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If its something you don’t like, he won’t ever do it. He draws the line at bodily injury and excretory body fluids, Cedrics not hardcore like that. Wouldn’t mind choking you but he could never slap you or hurt you in any other way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cedric prefers giving, he feels bad because he takes so long to finish so he always leaves it up to you. He is an absolute got at eating coochie though, he pays attention to what you do and don’t like. And he would honestly eat you out anywhere. Like sometimes he just drops to his knees and hikes your leg up. His eyes when he looks up at you tho....fuck.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the moment but I think most of the time he’s sensual and slow. He wants the world to stop and for it to only be your bodies moving in sync with each other, and especially so he can look into your eyes while he gets you closer and closer to orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves the whole rose petal romantic 2 hour long sex thing but will rip off your underwear in a closet to eat you out if he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He only takes risks by asking about something. He would always get your consent before anything else happens, so he knows worst you could do is say no. That being said, if you ask him 97% of the time he’s on board. Public sex took some convincing but he was in love with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I just think he’s ready to eat pussy 24/7 despite how hard he is. He’s horny all the time (in spirit if not physically) so I think he would go for multiple rounds. Though he will eventually get tired in one position, so you end up switching through 50 different positions in the span of the hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toys Cedric uses on his partner are handcuffs at most. He prefers to use his skill because after all, he’s the one who should be making you feel that good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cedric isn’t the tease, you are. He wants you but simply can’t take you from behind during potions class, so he rests his hand on your thigh. He secretly loves how cocky you get, and secretly you love how turned on he is from your legs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Listen to me: breathy moans. He’ll get so close to your ear and start whisper-moaning the most risque words. But, volume wise he’s quiet and he prefers it that way. He never wants to drown out the pretty mewls you make because of his fingers and cock.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He eats pussy that way iykyk. I’m glad every fic writer agrees that Ced is a pussy conesiour, because he loves grabbing your hips and pulling you down closer on his tongue, thats non negotiable. He probably has the strongest tongue in the world.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He thought he was small until he met you and was like “Sorry, I’m not that impressive 😔” then pulled out 6 inches of cervix shattering dick. Its thick too, but not like the porn-type thick, like it fits in your hand comfortably and fills you up perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said: Always horny. Every time he watches you bite your lip he’s got a million things he wants to do to you in a broom closet.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would rather watch you fall asleep even if that meant he never slept. But once he knows you’re sleeping, he wraps his body around yours with his chin on your shoulder and falls asleep. Prefect rooms= naked naps.

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gunsforcait · 3 years

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This has been explained many times since chapter 138 came out, but because even I am having a hard time processing it, I wanna talk about the many reasons why the dream wasn't only Mikasa's, and Eren has loved her for a long time.

The logical reasons: All the subtle hints that have been given through the series that Eren holds Mikasa dearly, and why he was obviously lying at the table scene. (He was an asshole for telling her all of those things but still)

Eren wouldn't lie to her like this if he really hated her, specially not this Eren, specially not after she'd given him the strength to keep fighting and not give up.

When he worried about her broken ribs in ch51, when he looked back at her and thought about getting back his home in rts, when he accepted her emotional support by opening grisha's books together, when he encouraged her to show her hizuru tattoo bc he knew it would be the best thing for her. Moments where he worried about her and supported her.

Then we have the chapter 123 scene. It would not make sense for Eren to ask that "what am I to you?" question if he wasn't seeking for a specific kind of answer. After all, it's been three years and by this point Eren was probably aware that what he felt for Mikasa wasn't just mere affection, and as a last resort before giving in to his future, he sought for something that wouldn't make him hate himself, even if it was just for a moment.

All because he knew that Mikasa cares for him a lot (even if his dense mind didn't know for sure that she loves him)

Then we get Eren and Zeke's conversation. Eren actively asked Zeke about her, wether the fact that she cared for him was something related to her bloodline or something else, because he doesn't believe he's worthy of being loved and cared for like Mikasa does.

Zeke answers that there's no such thing as an ackerbond and tells him that she probably just "likes you so much that she'd snap a titan's neck for you" but by that time, Eren knows it's too late for him, too late for them. So he shrugs it off and tells him he can't do anything about it bc he only has four years left.

This imo is another sign that he wants her to forget him bc he doesn't want to hurt her. He knows now that she loves him, but he cannot be selfish and have a future with her, so for her own sake, he tries his best to try to make her stop loving him or forget him.

It's been shown multiple times in the manga, with the table scene (sigh), when he told louise to throw the scarf away, and in their dream when they hugged and he told her to please forget him when he's gone, basically telling her to move on and live a long, happy life without him.

The memory shards. Normally I wouldn't have paid much attention to them, but the fact that Mikasa is in the biggest one's twice, and is the biggest focus on the third one isn't a coincidence.

(Also I'll just mention how they're shards of two of the most pivotal moments of their relationship but let's keep going)

This scene shows to me that he had a moment of weakness when he saw that innocent and beautiful moment between the two of them again, after so long. I think he understood fully why Mikasa clings so much to that moment for comfort.

And at last we get the shared dream, alternative universe, previous timeline or whatever it was. A different version of events where Mikasa told him she'd be happy by living the rest of his four years together in peace. He accepts her proposal and they run away together.

They spend the next four years getting closer and building their relationship, specially after knowing that they both share romantic feelings for the other. It gets to a point where they're so comfortable with each other that they're basically in a relationship, hence shown by the physical closeness that they show to each other in this dimension with that hug, and the way she held his head as he was about to die.

Which brings me to the main point of this post. This scenario was shared for one main reason: the very first time we see Eren and Mikasa together in the manga.

Not only Eren sees Mikasa saying goodbye to him in that au, but he realizes that her hair has grown longer compared to how it looked two minutes ago in that dream. He saw it. He was part of it.

Now, to Mikasa's pov. We don't know for sure what her headaches meant, but they're most likely related to that dream. Probably caused by Eren, trying to break through her Ackerman lineage to make her see this dream. It was heavily implied in 138.

In this very moment, Mikasa is finally seeing that dream too. She was able to remember everything that happened in it.

And I wanna put emphasis on the fact that this dream is fabricated by both Eren and Mikasa. Things happened the way they did in there because they were both free to choose the events of it, hence why Isayama said it was "Mikasa's ideal". Yes, her answer to his question in the refugee camp in that universe was her ideal. She has shown remorse about saying "you're family" to him. But that alternative answer was what she would've liked to say.

Eren, nevertheless, accepted that answer and ran away with her. He's the one leading their path in this panel which makes me think that he's the one who actually proposed to run away for real.

So, back to our reality in chapter 138, Mikasa has seen everything. Remembers everything. She's experienced four years of "married" life with Eren in seconds. And she knows that Eren has seen it, too. That he loves her back, and that he never hated her.

But she also knows that the Eren in this reality is too far gone. So she ends it. She kills him and ends it all, remembering the moment he died in their shared dream. She tells him "See you later, Eren" and then holds his head in her hands and kisses him goodbye.

She said goodbye to him in the exact same way that she did in their dream.

The Mikasa that hadn't experienced 4 years alone in a cabin with Eren would get nervous any time he got too close to her or get all red when he asked a romantically coded question. If she didn't have that closeness to him normalized, she would have never kissed him like that.

If Isayama had meant for that moment to be gruesome and hard to look at, he wouldn't have made Eren's expression look so peaceful when they kissed. He would've looked more like this.

We know Isayama isn't scared of showing impactful images like that, so if he had wanted to, he would have done it. But that wasn't what he was trying to convey.

In other words, eremika canon. Thanks for reading👍

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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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People seem to misinterpret what I’ve said in the past about mike “projecting his feelings for Will” on to El. So I’ll clarify.

When I say mike is “projecting his romantic feelings” for Will on to el. That doesn’t mean mike doesn’t care about El (at all) as a friend. Or sees El as Will (that’s not even how projection works -or what I’ve said). Although Mike isn’t perfect, he’s naturally empathetic and grateful for all El has done to help him and his friends. And he does see Will & El as 2 different people- despite the romantic projection. And unlike Will, he sees El in a more familial way- rather than romantic (despite him trying to force it to be romantic) .More on that later.Heck, Mike has already incorrectly projected his NON-ROMANTIC emotions on to 3 other characters other than El (it’s a pattern of his to project his feelings about one person on to another)- which yes I’ll also discuss.

I guess I have to specify what projection is -like i’ve already inferred in prior posts .There’s a difference between projecting “feelings” you have for one person on to another VS thinking those 2 people are literally the same person with no differences between those 2 people/or not acknowledging the unique personal relationships you have with both. This misconception is used as a popular counter-argument/strawman argument -rather than just debating the points i’ve made) . Ex) It’s like if you’re anger at your boss- but you can’t yell at them so you (subconscious or otherwise) are (unfairly) angry/irritable to your romantic partner later. It doesn’t mean you literally think your romantic partner and boss are 1 in the same - or there is no distinction between those 2 relationships. The same goes for how Mike views El and Will, despite “projecting” his “romantic feelings for Will” on to El (although Mike does so poorly).

Mike most likely projects his romantic feelings for Will on to El

In s3) he kisses El with a drawing of Will behind her head -that he can look at as he kisses her ... that should be an obvious hint he’s projecting (subconscious or otherwise) .

That’s Will -light brown hair/bowl cut, has fire powers like ‘Will the wise’.There’s also the fact that multiple characters in s1 mistook El for a boy (specifically Will) . Benny saying to El, “trying to steal from me boy?” Another man at Benny’s place mistook her for Will and said she could be “the byers boy... same height”. Hopper tracked El for most of s1 thinking it was Will. Homophobic Troy who harassed mike / talked about Will being gay said about El “ her head’s shaved she doesn’t even look like a girl”, officer callahan said “what’s Will doing with a shaved head?” The writers of ST are trying to tell you to pay attention to the fact el had a “ boyish /Will-like” appearance (and despite this- Mike was supposedly into her in s1). Then we had s2 byler parallel s3 mileven to show him fail to project his romantic feelings of Will on to el: Crazy together vs blank makes you crazy, , shed scenes: most important thing vs it was the best thing, Will & El calling for mike in the upsidedown (and mike coming for Will only), “they’re not in love they’re not even from the same planet” vs “welcome to my world”, Will having pics of Mike smiling on Halloween looking at him vs El having a pic of Mike glaring on Halloween, mileven paralleled to luke/leia & byler to king tristan/Han, byler paralleled to Venkman/Dana a ghost busters couple vs El just being a ghost and mike a ghost hunter, the s3 fight vs breakup and the various contrasts between all 3 (showing Will upset and El happy - and mike caring more about resolving his fight with Will than El- and never apologizing to El for lying ). I went into more detail here about the parallels between mileven/byer, mileven,stancy,Karen/ted , etc here.

And when he tells El “I can’t lose you again” It’s supposed to be ambiguous-cause Mileven like stobin is a straight bait. The fact is 2 prior times in season 2 (when mike was in the center of the group) he sadly watches Will as Will gets in a car and drives away.

Hinting to the viewer he’s actually thinking and worrying about losing Will (that 3rd time in s2 when he’s talking to El and seeing the cars with El/ Will drive away) . He once again is in the center of the group like the prior 2 scenes. And he already lost Will before and Will (like el) also had a fake d*ath. So yeah...we hear mike tell el that line and mike watches both El and Will leave in cars (and starts to cry) since mike knows that Will (unlike superpowered El) may d*e from his possession and he may never see him again. And it’s not like he can tell Will that line when he’s unconscious/possessed (especially in front of his friends) .

Just like in s2, when mike watches El and Will drive away .... he does so again in s3. And it’s similarly ‘ambiguous’, on who he’s upset seeing drive away. But, Mike turns to looks at the byers house, and tries to catchup with his friends (which has identically framing to an earlier scene in s3 of Will sadly turning to look at mike leave with El and then turning back to rush and catchup with the gang). Will turned around cause of Mike (not El) just like Mike turned around thinking of Will (not El). Just like s2,s3 uses earlier scenes in that particular season to give us hints about who he’s actually sad about driving away .

And in that moving away montage - it only pans to mike and Will .

And has Mike hug his mom in the same way he did in s1. Both represent moments representing him ‘losing Will’ (through his fake d*ath/moving away). Mike both times storms into the house and Karen rushes to him nervous and unsure why he’s upset , but goes into hug him when mike reaches for her (needing comfort). Unlike the mileven hug that’s outside and he doesn’t reach for her at all- she hugged him because she was worried (was he upset -sure but it’s not a parallel to the s3 hug). And they played “we can be heroes” for both hugs - cause both times mike lost Will.

And that s2 car scene where he talked to El (just like the prior s2 car scenes) was indicative of his fear of losing Will (not El). Which happened at the end of s3. It all ties together. Cause again , he was thinking of Will!

They even had several movies on the st list (altered states / children of paradise) have this concept of projecting romantic feelings of someone they’re in love with on to someone else. Altered states -has a guy just like Will hallucinate flashing to another dimension . People say about him and his wife “he’s crazy and she’s crazy about him”. And when they weren’t together she says she had to pretend everyone she dated was him (but that it only made her feel worse cause it wasn’t him) .And she says about doing so “’it’s crazy”. And her friend says “i think that’s how it’s supposed to be.” CAN THEY GET MORE CLEAR with the projection?

Heck, even El projects on to Mike. While mileven is separated between s1-2 she watches the soap opera (’all my children’) and pretends to be Erica kane (who in the episode El was watching) got into a rushed elopement to MIKE ROY (who was a writer).Aka she projected romance from soap operas/her possible crush of MIKE roy onto MIKE wheeler.And Erica/Mike weren’t endgame- even had a lot of st*liking after the break up (similar to El’s spying)

Mileven and Byler are very different- much to Mike’s annoyance. And Mike projects this anger of not being able to love El romantically on to Max,Will, & Hopper.

Mileven and byler are very different even if mike wishes he had romantic feelings for El (like he does for Will). Mileven is paralleled to hopper/el cause mike truly sees her in a familial way- both teach her the definitions of compromise vs promise (and make promises to her), say to eat “real food” and not eggos, keep her hidden away and safe. Both say her new look is “cool” and El in response to both says it’s “bitchin” and both say back “yeah bitchin”. Both claim someone is “corrupting” El (when trying to dictate her romantic decisions ) and Joyce/Max tell both guys they don’t respect El’s ability to make her own “decisions”. And El says to both of them “you lie” while Max says El should figure out what she likes and not simply listen to Hopper and Mike. Also similar to what she does with kali /Max (a sister/friend) El copies expressions from all 4 of them ( bitchin, i make my own rules , not stupid, mouth breather/friends don’t lie). Mileven is also paralleled to Luke/leia, and multiple people say El is like a “sister “ (lucas) and “cousin” (dustin) in s1. Even El asks before he first kisses her if Mike will he be “like (her) bother.”

In s2, Max (with the gang at Will’s house) asks how mike can still trust Will despite being possessed and in s3 max (with the gang at El’s house) calls out mike for not trusting El. “El has saved the world twice. And Mike still doesn’t trust her!”And instead of Mike admitting that truth -that he doesn’t trust El who he doesn’t know well (who spied on him) he projects all the blame/distrust wrongly on to max saying “you want to talk about trust ?REALLY?! After YOU made eleven spy on us!” And when max says it was el’s idea he yells exasperated into Max’s face “guess girlfriends don’t lie they spy!” He shows he’s aggravated with the fact El is so against lying but had no qualms with spying. But only yells at Max (not El) and he even tries (incorrectly) claiming Max is “corrupting” El and making her do things she didn’t want to do . Cause he’s still in denial and wants to fall in love with El- and doesn’t want to see any of El’s flaws that would make it harder to do so ( so he just projects that anger on to max instead).

And we know during the byler fight: Will calls El “stupid” but he was just projecting his own feelings about himself on to EL-since right after this he calls himself “stupid” 4x. So it’s likely when Mike yells back “El’s not stupid. It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” Like Will, It’s AGAIN Mike PROJECTING his insecurities about himself (aka not liking girls) and his relationship issues with El - on to Will. Rather than an actual statement on Will’s se*uality. Sort of like Mike lashing out and projecting his anger about his failing romantic relationship with El on to Max .

The simple fact is el is mike’s safe option (she physically resembles Will but is a girl and thus he’s allowed to be attracted to her- in conservative 80s America). However, we see the more El develops into her own person and differs from Will in personality (plus , the fact puberty is making the distinction between genders more apparent) the harder it is for Mike to fool himself and project.The writers in s3 make a telemarketing joke just to have mike say “el, no, not interested” (aka his true feelings).Mileven in s3 was called “b*llshit” like stancy (which have multiple parallels and weren’t in love ). And nancy admitted to Jonathan (a byers ) she wanted to be with him the whole time. But ,despite that, got back with Steve (and continued to kiss Steve all the time, and even lied saying she loved Steve for an entire year) essentially mileven. Karen /ted also is paralleled to Stancy & mileven- who were “never in love” . Then , Max says friends don’t lie but “boyfriends (mike) LIE all the time” (aka he’s lying about his romantic feelings), and when lucas asks WHY he lied to el -it pans to Will (the real reason he lies to El about his feelings for her). When El asks “why do you lie” (he just is silent and stares up guilty). Lucas says about mileven (right before Dustin says they’re “bullsh*t” that “they’re lying”.And when he tries confessing to El, he never apologizes for lying and just used the similar ‘crazy’ line he used on Will (in s2). Cause if he actually stopped lying - he couldn’t continue to use her as a beard and date her/try and get back together. Plus he also fought with Hopper in s2 (’about El’) in WILL’S ROOM . He wasn’t actually calling Hopper the liar he was PROJECTING and calling himself “a stupid disgusting liar”out of self hate . That scene was foreshadowing his lying to El in s3 (about his feelings for her). He blamed Hopper for his feelings for Will cause he told himself it wouldn’t have escalated if El had been around to ‘fix him’ . “I BLAME YOU! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK. YOU STUPID DISGUSTING liar, liar, liar, liar”.starts crying. And then it zooms to Mike’s crying face and pans to El (who he would lie to constantly the next season).

I also discussed in detail here how the bathroom stobin confession paralleled the mileven grocery confession- and again 1 in each of the couplets is gay. Heck, the “first i love you” plays only 2x in s3: when steve confesses to gay-robin and when el confessed to mike and kisses him and Mike doesn’t kiss back or say he loves her back. When she kisses Mike- it’s in WILL’S ROOM room AGAIN, Will’s old teddybear between them, as they kiss in front of Will open closet door) . in s2ep1 the lyrics are “just a little more time can open closing doors” (as Mike kisses El and it pans over the ‘Will the wise’ drawing & a rainbow-heart-Mike drawing, that blend together). But , In the same ep- when Will says he won’t fall in love the lyrics are “love that is new to you, you open up the door.” Later in the song it even mentions the “wheeler house”. So yes- after “a little more time” (3 months) mike and El kiss once again like ep 1- but it’s in front of Will’s open door and Mike is not feeling it- and it shows what is going to begin in s4 (byler). That after some time- despite the byler-doors appearing to ‘close’ they open up again after the mileven breakup/mike realizing the depth of his feelings and the fact he can’t ‘fix himself’ and be straight.El saying she loved him- and him not feeling any different after... was probably the catalyst for that realization.

Before this, we saw him project “his feelings” for Will on to El in romantic situations. But, he refused to integrate her into his friend group like his straight friends did with their gfs-unlike lucas with max, or how dustin tried to do so with Susie) . Cause he’s unfairly used El as a beard and wanted to compartmentalizes his friends and romance as much as possible (since faking it all the time not only with El-but with his friends would be exhausting).

Does he care about El- sure in his own flawed way. But, sorry (in my opinion) to act like mike” loves Will and El equally “ is kind of ludicrous . His actions show the opposite. And he’s only known El for 9 months as opposed to knowing Will for 9 years. And he’s known all of his other guy friends and the Byers much longer. What do they have in common?Are they friends ? Sure... technically but “friends don’t lie”. And mike has done plenty of that to her - so until they sort that out- and are honest to eachother- they can’t really have a strong foundation of friendship in my opinion. It’ll only improve once they start being honest and respect each other’s autonomy (aka stop dating and actually establish a friendship... and stop lying /spying on eachother). At the moment- Mike stunts El’s character growth and tries isolating her from the outside world, doesn’t respect her autonomy/ability to make decisions, doesn’t trust her in general, lies to her, and treats her like he’s her overly controlling dad. The relationship isn’t balanced or healthy (like byler or Mike and his other peers). In s1 he called her “a weapon” they could use to save Will (a lesson he appears to have learned from).But Max has to yell at Mike in s3 “she’s not yours! she’s her own person-fully capable of making her own decisions!” And EL says Mike treats her like “a pet” and “garbage”. So yeah... I don’t get people being ‘offended’ by me pointing out the romantic projection he does- and saying it supposedly ‘destroys’ the ‘beautiful relationship/friendship’ they have. Before I can consider mileven a “beautiful/loving friendship’: Mike needs to stop projecting and seeing El as a perfect beard to ‘fix him’- AND see El as her own person and NOT someone he needs to ‘take care of’ (cause he wrongly infantilizes her) . I think the 2 will eventually become good friends- and Mike will see he was wrong. But they’re not there yet- in my opinion.

#byler #byeler #anti mileven

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justme92297 · 3 years

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HC: Kissing Under the Mistletoe (New Dateables)

I want to apologize for how long this took me, but I also want to be realistic to the people who decided to follow me. I told in my bio that I am not a consistent writer and this prompt took me a bit, because I wrote Barbatose's story 5 different times, because I would finish one section and come up with an idea I liked better and wanted to incorporate it. As you might have been able to tell, I had to quit or this would never be posted. Anyway enjoy.

TW: I still don't think so, but if any it would be kissing. Reader: Gender Neutral.

Diavolo:

Human world traditions? Sign him up. Seriously, after a day or two of Lucifer not budging on a holiday party, you knew what to do. Go to Diavolo in the middle of RAD and mention how you have been trying to convince Lucifer. He can’t say no to this man, and you will get your party. Diavolo didn’t know about the mistletoe tradition, but just thought it was cute when you explained to him why the boys hanged mistletoe everywhere.

Diavolo didn’t plan on kissing you, he knew that Barbatos and Lucifer would have some remarks about his prince image, but when the opportunity present himself, isn’t it his duty to welcome human world traditions in open arms and respect? Shouldn’t he participate to show how much he wants to unify the realms? That’s why when Diavolo stated he wanted to practice his selfie skills with you and take a picture to remember this day he didn’t see what would be wrong with perfectly placing you under the door way next to the tree. That tree that you and Levi spent decorating, and at least has 2 mistletoes around it. Right when Diavolo went to take the picture was when he stole a kiss.

His kiss was shocking to say the least, sparks felt like they were engulfing your body in the brief moment of the kiss.

~After looking back at the photo disappointment couldn’t comprehend the emotion he was feeling. He thought that he was going to have a memento of that night and participating in a human world tradition. However, when looking at the photo he couldn’t tell between the blurry shifty photo of the wall of HoL. Lucifer and Barbatos was more than pleased that the only photographic evidence of what happened was illegible.

Barbatos:

Walking down the corridors of RAD, you couldn’t help to skip a bit, with getting the green light to host the party, it is time for planning and preparation. Saying that you paid attention in class would be a lie, but at the end of the day you figured out what everyone would be tasked to do, and you put yourself on the food part to make sure that the party still maintains a human world feel. After planning the menu you still had one problem. The drinks. You want something classic to make Lucifer and some nonwild individuals comfortable but with a fun spin to still keep the others happy. You needed Barbatos’s help.

When Barbatos arrived you asked if he could taste the drink to see if you got the recipe correct. That’s when Solomon walked in. Barbatos saw the mess happen. He knew that throwing that fruit cake was not an accident, and as a way to reward the sacrifice that you made he decided to help clean up the scattered bits of cake and broken plate before Solomon could think of a way to fix his dessert. Helping out and cleaning was something that wasn’t expected but also wasn’t that surprised.

Gathering all the pieces into the trash, Barbatos came up behind you near the cauldron stove, lit with spiced devil cider, he asked if he could taste the specialty drink now. Holding your breath you tried to spot a reaction from the poised devil. Looking at the spices around the cauldron, you see that he added a bit more cinnamon, some more anise and stirred. Bringing the wooden spoon to your lips “try this now.” A harmony of the flavors couldn’t mask the feel of Barbatos against your lips. “There it should be perfect now.” With that Barbatos went back to the group seeing if Diavolo needed anything.

Barbatos’s kiss was reserved. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to show too much affection in public yet. He knows what could be, but that doesn’t always mean that this is the timeline that has his desired outcome, and he knows to respect you and your choices.

~Barbatos wouldn’t normally be someone to show so much affection in a somewhat public area, which is why Simeon and Luke needed to take a moment to actually realize what had happened. Luke was wondering if you were okay, and if you needed some mouthwash, or something stronger to get rid of a demons kiss. Simeon on the other hand was trying to stop Luke from invading in your personal time and telling him that if you really needed help there are multiple people here ready to rush to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon actually didn’t kiss you the day of the party. After seeing everyone avoiding Asmo, or trying to execute their plan to kiss you, Simeon thought it would be best if he didn’t attempt but give you a person you wouldn’t have to worry about during the party, however he wasn’t going to miss the chance if it presented itself to him again, and that is just what he planned on making sure happened.

Simeon showed up the next day to help clean up, knowing full well that most of the boys would need a morning or a day to recuperate before trying to do anything productive. So with some of Luke’s homemade cookies in hand he knocked on the HoL doors expecting only you to be awake.

During clean up Simeon and you became a pair of cleaning and straightening heroes. Placing pillows and blankets in the correct places, grabbing all the dishes into the sink to start washing them, Simeon offered to help dry and put away. Turning you head to thank him, you two started discussing how the party went and wanted to make sure that each other had fun. “I saw that a lot of people kissed you MC.” “Yeah, it’s a human world tradition, when you are under a mistletoe your are suppose to kiss.” “Aren’t we under one now?” Looking up to see that there has been a mistletoe above this sink the whole time Simmeon leans down to meet your lips.

If an angel’s food cake could be transformed into a kiss, this would be that kiss. Simeon’s kiss was light and made you want to melt against him, sadly it was quick.

~Without realizing it Simeon’s D.D.D was taking a video when he placed it by the sink. To this day. Simeon still does not know about the video.

Luke:

N/a

Solomon:

You knew Solomon was trying, you knew that he was just trying to follow human world customs and bring some food to the party. You knew Solomon just didn’t know how bad his cooking actually is. What you didn’t know was how to dispose of this multi-dimension time-shiftng poison before anyone could eat the spicy devil fruit “cake”.

Solomon wanted to walk with you into the kitchen to make sure that you have a place at the table that can fit this monstrosity, when Solomon noticed the mistletoe hanging over the door way. Twirling you around Solomon kissed you. While Solomon’s kiss was nice, you found it to be your perfect opportunity and drop the cake, purposefully face down with as much force as you could muster.

Kissing Solomon was an experience. Solomon’s lips started out hard with little movement, where he softly started to kiss you and started to slowly back away. His kiss felt like you could be here for eternity, but only think it was a second, and you are not quite sure if that is due to magic, the interesting technique he used, or a different reason.

~All of the brothers saw this happening, and you should be thankful that Barbatos took you away so you could avoid the yelling, threatening, and maniacal giggling that was happening in the next room. When Solomon got back to Purgatory Hall you made sure that his enchantments and locks were strong against his room.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years

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OBEY ME! LESSON 48 DETAILED SUMMARY + THEORIES

This has two locked chapters that I couldn’t unlock. (I should really go back to lesson 20 and start unlocking all the locked chapters)

Diavolo pulls MC and Levi aside and tells them he’s asked Lucifer out on countless Karaoke dates only for Lucifer to come up with countless different excuses even though he goes out for karaoke with the brothers. Levi says it’s rare but yeah. Diavolo is really happy, saying his dream has finally come true now that he’s at a karaoke bar with Lucifer, Lucifer seems really upset (probably shouldn’t put someone’s family in danger while you’re trying to ask them out on a date just saying). Levi drags MC aside and says “hey, scary thought but uhhhhhhh do you think Diavolo set this all up? Cause if so that’s actually completely insane right?” and MC goes, “yeah lol you just caught up to it now?” while Diavolo goes “I can’t wait for you to sing for me Lucifer <3” pls sir reign it in. Lucifer says he’s not a good singer so to keep their expectations low. Levi mumbles about how that’s bs and how Lucifer’s just good at everything to the point that Levi almost hates him for it. Diavolo is pumped until crowe accidentally hits the erase button and Lucifer disappears before he can even start. Diavolo wails in despair. Levi catches on to the fact that all of this is actually technology at work and not magic.

Diavolo, back to being giggly, volunteers to go next cause he can’t let MC or Levi do so. Levi protests saying Lucifer volunteered to keep Diavolo away from it in the first place and that even though they shouldn’t let MC go Levi as Diavolo’s subject should go next. Levi says that if he lets anything happen to Diavolo while he can prevent it Lucifer & Barbatos would kill him. Diavolo laughs and says if he lets anything happen to Lucifer’s little brother while he can prevent it Lucifer would kill him. Levi asks if he’s being serious and Diavolo says he is and that he was waiting for a chance to sing. Levi gets pissed off and says this is why he can’t stand Diavolo and Diavolo’s surprised and holy shit give us a therapy session I want them to be friends? They’re both so lonely and in desperate need of friends and Diavolo’s dorky enough that if Levi opens up they’ll actually make a set of odd but good friends and plssss Levi says the way Diavolo always puts others before himself, how he’s just and fair and how he never does anything bad irritates Levi cause it makes him hate himself even more and just makes him miserable (AND HOLY SHIT!?). Diavolo is surprised and asks if that’s how levi really feels and levi blushes and snaps yes. Diavolo smile and shakes his head and says “So you hate yourself even when your humility is one of your best traits?” Diavolo says Levi spends too much time comparing himself to others and that he shouldn’t cause it’s a waste when he’s an amazing person in his own right (and holy shit diavolo!?). Levi blushes and stutters and starts denying it. And Diavolo says that his problem is that he always starts sentences with a “I’m nothing but a…” and that Levi is the one making himself miserable (and damn Diavolo no need to call me the fuck out like that lol I’m in pain). Diavolo brings up the time Satan and Lucifer switched bodies and went into Levi’s game, saying it was Levi’s idea that helped them put aside their initial beef and work toward a common goal and that no one but Levi could have done that, when Levi starts denying that he brings up the costumes Levi made for the festival and how they helped make the festival a success – Levi says he flooded the house the day before and ruined the costumes but MC agrees with Diavolo either a.) telling levi to have confidence in himself or b.) that he’s fine the way he is. Levi disagrees and says he’s a disgrace and MC either says they 1.) love him the way he is 2.) that he isn’t a disgrace. For 2.) he disagrees and while blushing says he wishes he could disappear rn. 1.) Levi blushes and growls and says it’s hard to disagree when MC says things like that but he also thanks them and says he loves them too and that he appreciates them saying that to him and that’s why he wants to learn to take pride in himself so that they could love him more (this is probably one of the first ‘I love yous’ that can be taken as either romantic or platonic and it makes me really happy. Levi tries to sing next despite Diavolo’s protests but Crowe says their time ran out and picks out the next song and singer at random: Diavolo.

Diavolo gets a score of 100 and vanishes. Crowe congratulates MC & Levi cause they can now leave. MC says this isn’t a joke and Levi agrees saying what’s the point of leaving if the others aren’t safe. Levi makes a deal with Crowe saying if he sings and gets a score of 100 Crowe must bring everyone back, he then gets pissed off and yells at Crowe saying that he’s no friend and that he wants his brothers and his friend – Diavolo back (Don’t mind me just crying in the corner here). MC asks if they can both sing together and Levi’s happy saying an anime medley between the both of them would guarantee 100. The others all wake up back home at night, not really knowing what happened and pls tell me MC and Levi didn’t lug 7 unconscious grown men – more than half of whom would be 6 feet and over - all the way home together awdjjkfifjijcdn their backs would have broken also wtf would people have thought when you take multiple trips to drag 7 unconscious gorgeous men - who probably look like they’ve just finished being tortured - off with you somewhere!? Levi and MC are probably on some watch list now wtfffff. Asmo asks if the karaoke and all exciting punishments were a dream while Lucifer calls it nightmarish. MC tells them all what happened, Levi has gone straight to his room to finish his event. Barbatos calls Diavolo after leaving 200 missed calls on Lucifer’s phone. MC goes up to check on Levi.

Levi doesn’t notice MC come in and they tell him not to worry cause they said the secret phrase Levi laughs it off and says MC’s a special case who’s been chosen and can enter without the phrase. they ask him how his game’s going. Levi says he’s worn out from earlier and not in the mood for the event rn. MC can either stroke his head or offer to go make some tea. He blushes and says he’s not a child but gives them permission. He says he’s been thinking about what Diavolo said to him. He says he always unconsciously compares himself to others and wonders why he does that, MC says they like him the way he is and he blushes and thanks them saying that when they say that he can believe it cause it doesn’t sound like they’re saying it out of pity. Levi says he knows one reason he compares himself to others and that it’s cause he thinks without a game or an anime MC would leave him behind to hang out with the others and he asks them to tell him they’ll stay with him even if it’s just for the time being. MC says it won’t be just for now. Levi says that just hearing that gives him hope that he’ll learn to like himself (I need MC in my life is2g). Diavolo texts MC saying he wants to talk before he leaves, and MC tells him to wait a bit longer cause if you don’t blow off the ruler of an entire dimension to hang out with your sad friend then what kinda friend are you!? Levi jokes about asking Crowe to trap them in the room until MC scores the highest in a game they aren’t good at but tells them to go. MC can either hug or kiss him. He blushes and tells them to go before he changes his mind and thanks them for everything.

Satan’s watching new cat videos under #FrolickingWithADuck & #FriendsWithAHamster. Asmo asks for something sexier. Asmo and Beel are both sad about missing their appointments and Lucifer tells MC Diavolo’s out by the pool, he then looks sad for a second and calls MC back but then says it doesn’t matter and tells them to hurry and come inside cause it’s cold out. Diavolo’s outside happily looking at the stars and MC asks if he enjoys stargazing. He says he could look at them forever and that Barbatos called him and kept apologizing over and over again and that he had to work hard to stifle his laughter and act mad. He asks how Levi is doing and when MC tells him he says Levi’s the hero who saved them all and he should be in a good mood. MC asks him what he wanted to talk about, he tells MC that he always wants to be honest with them and that he was behind the whole karaoke thing.

He tells them he didn’t do it outta malice and they say they know. He says initially it was an accident but then he realised where exactly he ended up and how crowe had said they had special challenge room and he couldn’t help himself. He asks MC if they’re angry. They’re angry, in both options MC’s pissed off. He says the way they’re looking at him now is unbearable and that after the brothers left he was lonely and kept getting reminded of what it was like before they Fell and how we just wanted to relax and enjoy something with them. He says he knows it’s childish and silly but after seeing how much fun the brothers were having in the RPG he felt jealous. MC can ask him who exactly he was jealous of or tease him how even an heir to an entire dimension can get jealous. He says he was jealous of the brothers getting to hand out with MC and this is what I mean when I say the side characters having romantic feelings for MC in the main storyline doesn’t fully make sense. Cause yeah sure he would’ve been jealous of the brothers being able to just hang out and play with MC but he’d also be jealous of MC being able to fit in so seamlessly with the brothers something that they’ve shown Diavolo wanting since S1. He asks if MC can forgive him and they agree. He says he was more nervous admitting this to MC than he would’ve been admitting it to Lucifer and that he always has fun with MC and feels happy yet nervous around them and that he truly adores them. I just want MC to have close platonic friends pls I desperately need MC and Diavolo to have a strong close friendship where Diavolo pines about how great Lucifer is and MC rolls their eyes constantly cause they live with the guy and he’s a major grade A douche but they’re still willing to listen and play wingman and if Solmare doesn’t give it to me I’m just gonna have to do it myself and write that shit

There’s a bright light and MC is stopped from jumping into the pool and drowning themself to get out of this situation by a snotty Barbatos turning up. MC can either scold Barbatos for what happened or ask if he’s alright. He says he’s fine but then lists all the symptoms of the flu so really he’s lying. Barbatos keeps apologising to Diavolo and MC and Lucifer who’s apparently being eavesdropping the whole time :)))))))))) Diavolo’s shocked and goes to ask Lucifer how long he’s being there but is interrupted by Barbatos sneezing. Lucifer takes the distraction and starts fretting over Barbatos and trying to send him back home and Diavolo takes the lead and follows him. No clue what MC’s doing but I’m guessing they’re eyeing the pool and revisiting that drowning option. Diavolo & Barbatos say their goodbyes and leave. Lucifer tries to make small talk about Barbatos being sick but MC immediately cuts him off to call him out about eavesdropping. He deflects and starts talking about the weather. MC can either let him get away with it and walk back inside or take his hand and use the power of puppy dog eyes to make him say he wasn’t eavesdropping and just waiting for a time to cut in…sure…okay. When they come back the entire living room is flooded and this what Lucifer says word for word “What…did the Earth’s crust temporarily deform beneath just this one house, sending it plummeting to the ocean floor and back again?” and I dunno why but that had me in tears. Mammon & Asmo blame each other, Beel says Levi summoned Lotan. Levi tries to defend himself but Lucifer, while smiling, says he’s a compassionate and kind person so they each get to choose their own punishment and Mammon goes to ask why Lucifer’s more pissed than usual and what’s got his panties in a bunch but is cut off by a scream. While Lucifer tortures his brothers MC thinks back to what Diavolo told them.

In the morning Asmo and Mammon gush over electronic kitchen appliances and Levi tells them not to get used to them. Belphie and Satan argue about having the tv on during breakfast until Satan notices Diavolo and Barbatos on tv instantly causing Lucifer to start choking on his food (and pls dear god doesn’t this man go through enough!?) The news is talking about Corvo the world’s leading hotel chain and its mysterious owner, which just finished its 8th hotel in the county – Corvo Lagoon View. MC goes um wtf is happening rn? And lucifer says god would I like to know. Diavolo bursts in, happy that their segment is being aired already and Barbatos says it’s to be accepted given how the whole of high society is talking about it. When Lucifer asks what’s going on Diavolo says that he used Barbatos’ mistake to blackmail him into allowing Diavolo come and stay in the human realm. Corvo is revealed to be run by the three-legged crow. Diavolo also says he forgot to tell something to MC yesterday and MC has a panicked flashback to yesterday’s conversation while Lucifer sits silently and avoids eye contact. MC: NOW!? HERE!? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!? Diavolo: YEAH! :D Diavolo takes MC’s hand and gives them a star and MC almost passes out in relief, Lucifer though we don’t see him has definitely passed out.

#obey me spoilers #my posts #my theories #obey me!#obey me #swd obey me #shall we date? obey me!#obey me shall we date

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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06:01 am with sungchan ♡

nct's sungchan x fem!reader (ok do u guys know that one vine where its in a party & a girl is vaping & a dude says “wow”? yeah, thats where i got my inspo from)

alternate title: after the afterparty

genre: fluff. pinning. non idol au. party!au (is that a thing?).

word count: 1250~

playlist: melodrama (the whole album) by lorde.

warnings: mentions of some of the nct dream members as well as some mentions of the loona members (not really a warning though). this is set before corona was a thing (pls dont do this now). it is set in a house party (with tension). mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol & smoking. mild swearing. making out perhaps? lower case intended.

a/n: this has been on my mind for awhile now & im really excited to put this out there! it also has more tension compared to the other works so yay :)) i also just wanna take a moment to thank the lovely @nct99 for helping me out with this plot & giving some prompts & ideas too?? :(( she is such a sweetheart & pls she is so talented too ugh im so glad we r mutuals & fellow lorde stans :(( give her love rn or else i will eat ur shower curtains (& nae i hope it was worth the wait! i wish i added more references tho lmaoo)

another graceless night and another house party. this time, it was chenle’s birthday. he is a friend of yours, known for having a huge mansion and known for throwing the best parties regardless of the occasion. come to think of it though, it could easily be the 7th one this week and it’s barely wednesday. the evening passes fast as golden rays already start to gently peek through the thin curtains of the tall windows near the living room, as bodies of wasters are sprawled all over the house.

you lean back on the couch further, a curtain of haze taking up your vision as you inhaled another hit of the fresh blunt. even with the sun rising, you still make most of what you can get before everyone (and everything) starts leaving. you never were a party person until your friends dragged you into it. since that day you found it to be a fun way to get rid of your problems and worries (even if it was just for a few hours). partying (as gross as it sounds) became a routine, even becoming its own cycle. you come, you leave and you have everything in between be a complete blur, maybe even staying completely jaded until the daylight returns. some nights it feels good to kiss and keep busy rather than face the constant harsh reality.

you turn your head to see sungchan, the back of his head resting on the top of the couch right next to you. his leather jacket rubbing against your bare arm. his eyes are closed showing off his long lashes and his pink lips are chapped and parted. he looks seraphic in this light.

to be honest, you didn’t know much about sungchan. all you knew was that he’s the new kid who started getting close with jisung barely a month ago. that led jisung to introduce him to the group and him getting welcomed in with open arms by everyone, except you. it’s not that you hate him or have anything against him, if anything he seems like the most charming people out there. you just have trouble opening up to new people especially when you’re already so comfortable with the others (which he could kind of guess already). but since he joined, he was also dragged into the party scene and often played the role as the designated driver and part-time babysitter (a role that he takes seriously along with jeno). it isn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen wrestling the bottle of gin away from hyejoo, strapping in renjun’s seat belt for him, cleaning up yerim’s vomit or carrying an unconscious donghyuck over his shoulder. come to think of it, he fits in just fine. you have often found yourself near him during parties. just kicking back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you drinking and smoking from time to time. he is the one that notices when you’ve had enough and wanted to leave. maybe you’re more alike than you think?

“feeling good?” he asks, smelling the fresh smoke. he turns his head to you and opens one of his eyes.

you only nod and sigh, turning your head back to the ceiling. waves of calmness hit your head, forcing every burden out. you were about to offer him a hit but you remembered that he would only reject it. but you take another for yourself and he can only stare, completely enamored. we watches the smoke escape your lips in slow.

the thing is, he always had some sort of thing for you. a crush? a person he found cool and therefore admired? a person who he found so damn gorgeous all the time? god knows. all he knew was that there was something in you that was so addictive. on the nights where he’d stay sober, he’d watch you sit by his side, quietly drinking up your little movements and habits. even if he hates the taste of alcohol or the smell of gasoline, he loved how your teeth would close around the liquor-wet lime slices that would sit on the side of your cup and how your smoke always finds a way to leave him stained. he would constantly be falling into this fixation of you. you are etched into his mind as the embodiment of perfection even if you have multiple flaws just like he does. his mind constantly lays restless during the most ungodly hours while all of his dreams show you and him in different dimensions. it hurts him to violently like you like this but how can he not resist when the heartache came from you?

“sungchan,” you quietly call out, turning your head back to him, only to see him already staring.

“hm?” he takes one of your hands, in case you wanted to get up and couldn’t walk.

“may i try something?” you ask him, curiously with your hooded eyes barely holding on to consciousness.

“what is it?” he sits up, trying to help.

you gently push him back into the couch and straddle his hips. his eyes slightly widen and his cheeks turn a rosy red.

“ah, y/n, you’re fucking high.” he warns, stroking your hair and leaning further back.

you only giggle. your finger lifts his chin up, making him look directly at you. his shaky eyes are too irresistible.

“tell me when you wanna stop.”

you take the blunt, inhaling deeply. he continues to hold you, admiring the view while he’s at it.

you then gently pulled him closer by the neck (quite slowly incase he wanted to oppose) to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his plum lips to transfer the smoke into his mouth. he does not fight the feeling, how can he when your lips are the softest thing he has ever felt? the smoke began to seep through as he started to move his lips, eliciting a groan from you. is this what euphoria feels like? his grip on your waist tightens as your arms wrap around his neck, prompting him to go further.

sungchan, almost breathless pulls on your bottom lip, bruising them to then pull away to work at your neck, licking and leaving kisses all over. butterflies filled your stomach for the first time in awhile. you never felt this way towards another person in too long. is it love or desperation? you watch the smoke flow away so gracefully around your bodies, despite what just happened. sungchan pulls away and looks at you, his eyes holding the world. you pray that you didn’t frighten him away.

“you do not know how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, his forehead against yours. you smile in return, pulling away to place a small kiss on his jaw which clenches from the sudden contact. you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his head rests on yours and his cold hands trace patterns against the skin of your back.

“know i think you’re fucking awesome, right?” you hum, making him smile like an idiot.

“hm, no. but i think you should know that i think you’re really fucking awesome, right?” he says holding you tighter and gently swaying from side to side.

“you wanna leave here and get some mcdonalds or something?”

“ooo, what ever happened to the babysitter and designated driver, hm? so what, you plan to leave them here hungover and defenseless?”

“shut up, it’s already dawn. they can take an uber. i just wanna spend time with you right now.”

“alright.”

#efa writes!#nct 2020 #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct 127 #sungchan #sungchan imagines #sungchan drabbles #sungchan fluff #nct sungchan #nct imagines #nct u imagines #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct timestamps #sungchan timestamps #i wanna jump off a bridge these tags better work

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hopinglimelight · 3 years

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Afterglow (C.B)

A/N: There are many definitions for the word “Afterglow” but the one I used was “good feelings remaining after a pleasurable or successful experience.” Yes this is based on the Ed Sheeran Song. Bold sentences are song lyrics and italics are flashbacks/ memories. Please enjoy :D

A/N 2: just an fyi this is my first time writing in third person like this so tell me what you think about it please and thank you (:

Allison looked herself over in the mirror multiple times, checking to see if you could still see the tear tracts from when she broke down earlier. Corbyn was out, and wouldn’t be returning for a few hours so now was her chance. Her chance to pack all of her belongings and leave. She felt bad that it had to happen this way, but she needed to do it.

She opened the door, took a few steps, and went into the kitchen. The happy kitchen where most of her favorite memories were made.

“Stop the clocks, it's amazing.”

“What are you talking about Corbyn?”

“You should see the way the light dances off your head.”

She ran her fingers through her hair as Corbyn walked closer to her, the biggest smile on his face. She quickly set down her coffee as he brought her into a hug.

“A million colors of hazel, golden, and red.”

We stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, foreheads pressed together as we silently basked in each other’s company.

Alli separated their heads, looking at the time as she grabbed her cup of coffee. “Saturday morning is fading.”

“The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand.” He countered, trying to prove they still had time to laze off and enjoy their time alone with each other.

She looked back over at him and slowly let out a sigh, looking at his eyes, “My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again.”

She smiled softly at that day last fall. They didn’t expect to be locked up together during the winter and spring for a pandemic. It put so much strain on their relationship, being with each other all day, every day, for 5 months. She began to feel another memory coming into her mind as she walked over to where she kept her suitcase.

“The weather outside's changing” He smiled, trying to make my day better.

“How so?” I sarcastically asked.

“The leaves are buried under six inches of white” He loved the snow, and couldn’t even enjoy it this year.

“Can we listen to music or something?”

“Yeah how about… oh wow. The radio is playing Iron & Wine.”

“I don't even know who that is,” She laughed. “Oh well it’s better than nothing.”

“This is a new dimension.”

“Yeah you could say that about the year so far.” She shrugged.

“This is a level where we're losing track of time.” He smiled as she scoffed.

“Yeah… where we are both going insane.”

He shyly looked back at me. “I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I.”

He walked back over to the couch where he dove and began tickling Alli.

And by that time she was already halfway done packing her clothes. She laughed at the tears that she could see on the shirt she was holding. She shook her head and continued to put stuff into the suitcase.

She was done packing within the hour. She went and laid down on the couch, just one last time. She was about to get up and leave… but then the door opened.

“Allie? I’m home early.”

She quickly sat up, watching as his eyes immediately cast their way over to the packed suitcase and travel bag when he turned around from shutting the door.

“Where are you off too?”

“Corbyn… I didn't know how to tell you. I’m sorry.”

“You didn't… cheat on me, did you?” He nervously asked.

“No!” She shouted. “You know I'd never do that to you.

“Then where are you-”

“I’m leaving, Corbyn.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my mom’s house. I’m sorry I was gonna write you a note or, or text you or something but I just had to get out of here.”

“So this is your way of telling me we’re breaking up?”

“Yeah,” She breathed out. “I’m really sorry I didn't want you to find out this way.”

“Oh.”

He tried to smile, but then a tear started rolling down his cheek.

“No, please. You can’t leave.”

“I have to, Corbyn. We both weren’t ready for this relationship and you know it. We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle. When it didn’t come we both gave up and you know it!” She snapped.

“I’m sorry Alli! Maybe it could have been different if we wouldn’t have been quarantined together?”

“No, we were tryna find ourselves in the winter snow. We did, Corbs. We found our true selves and we don’t work together. You’re so alone in love like the world had disappeared.”

“No, please Alli.”

“I’m sorry.” Allison cried, standing up to give him a quick hug before she gathered her bags and left.

Corbyn’s loud sobs rang through the small apartment.

“Corbyn, shh it will be alright. Just let me go, please.”

“Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go. I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow.”

The small word made her falter a bit.

“I will hold on to the afterglow.”

“Hm? What did you say, babe?”

“I will hold on to the afterglow.” He softly mumbled into her neck, making her giggle slightly.

“What does that mean?”

OC turned around and faced him, smiling at his sleepy face.

“It’s the good feelings remaining after a pleasurable or successful experience. Being your boyfriend is exactly an amazing experience. Whether we get married, breakup or tragically die-”

“You better not be dying and this is your way of telling me, Corbyn Matthew” She cut him off sharply, but he smiled at her good intentions.

“No, I’m not dying, I promise.” He gave her a reassuring kiss as he continued on. “I guess what I’m trying to say is no matter what happens with us and our relationship, I’ll always be there for you.

“But what if we do ever break up or get separated?” She asked, looking into his eyes. Alli could spend days looking at his eyes.

“We’ll probably never forget each other-”

“I’d never be able to forget you, Corbyn.” She cut him off. He continued what he was saying with a smile.

“And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears,” Corbyn mumbled to himself, remembering the same night she did. With one last look at each other, Allison gathered her bags, opened the door and left without a second glance, leaving them both alone with their memories of each other forever.

taglist: @chilling-seavey @hiya-its-amber @jocelyntheduckie @randomlimelightxxx @stuffofseaveyy @the-girl-who-cried-wolf

#corbyn besson #corbyn besson imagines #corbyn besson fanfic #sad #tw breakup #probably sucks but oh wells instead of what if’s

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marvelousell · 4 years

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The Agreement (Part 10.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: This one really made me so soft even though I wasn’t feeling this part because I was loaded with work and every word didn’t seem good after I wrote it, but I’m kinda happy how it turned out in the end. Also the end is coming, just a few more parts and honestly I’m not ready🤧. Thank you for all the lovely feedbacks, reblogs and comments, I always appreciate every single one of them.❤️

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, swearing, tiny bit of angst

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“Did you like, talk to him or saw him for the last couple of days?”

It was already a week. A prolonged week without a call, message, visit, anything. Tom made sure he wanted nothing to do with you after your short and direct words, and it broke your heart.

You were confused, a complete mess, nothing felt the same after the door was shut that night. You were waiting for Tom to finally acknowledge you after all those years, but it looks like it wasn’t the right time. He was your best friend, how could you function like you used to when he wasn’t here to listen to your stupid stories and rambling. Tom was your routine, someone who could always make your day better with the tedious stories about his so-called love life. And the fact that he didn’t want you back in his life like his best friend made you think if he ever even cared about you.

Still it was for the best.

“Tom? Yes, he was at Harry’s yesterday with us.” Anna answered.

She knew something was wrong, you were asking questions about him for the past few minutes and yesterday Tom didn’t want to answer anything that was related to you.

“Oh.” You wanted to go, but you were definitely not ready to see him, everything was still fresh for the both of you. Also the thought of him ignoring you and not wanting to talk to you would sure make you cry right there in front of everyone. You just weren’t ready.

“He was there with Gracie, who would have thought that our famous womanizer could settle down.” She laughed, trying to cheer you up, however she made the situation even worse for you.

Gracie? So the date went well after all, and now they are together. He was serious about that, but not about you.

Your throat tightened after her words, teeth deep in your lower lip, trying to stop the urge to cry that was forming in your whole body.

“Gracie? They are dating now o-or?” You stuttered, still refusing to look at Ann because she would figure everything out, she knew you like the back of her hand.

“Yeah, I think so? Did something happen?” She questioned, brows furrowed while she was waiting for your answer.

You were addled, this situation was eating you up and you just wanted to talk about it with her.

“No.” You said quietly, debating if you should tell her the truth.

“Good, now the truth please.”

Of course she didn’t buy that.

“Nothing, we just had a little fight and we’re not talking at the moment.” It was the truth, but not the entire one.

“A fight? How and why? That’s why he didn’t want to talk about you yesterday.”

He didn’t?

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it if that’s okay. I’m sorry.” Your voice thick, emotions flying everywhere.

“Don’t worry Y/N you two are like yin and yang, two opposite worlds but you complete each other perfectly. You are best friends and believe me he can’t function without you as much as you can’t without him.” Her arms wrapped around your shoulders, telling you through the hug how things were going to be alright.

“I hope so, if he doesn’t put Gracie as his first priority because she is someone that he needs now.” Anna sensed a pang of jealousy in your voice, but she didn’t want to point it out still unsure about that.

“No one can break a bond like that, just like ours. Tom and you will make things right in no time.”

“Thank you Ann, please don’t tell Harrison about this. I just told him that I wasn’t feeling well so I couldn’t come yesterday. I don’t want him to think that I don’t believe him enough to say my problems to him or something like that. I really like him.”

“Tell him what?” She smiled, acting like the conversation didn’t even happen.

“Thank you Ann.”

“Should I just leave to let you admire her? I don’t want to collect your eyes when they fall out from too much staring.” Anna joked, finally realizing that she was talking to herself for the last thirty minutes.

“I’m sorry, she is so distracting. Can’t keep my eyes off of her.” Harrison chuckled, feeling embarrassed that he got caught.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked arresting like always. Your new hair style looked amazing, and the familiar pastel dress was making you look angelic. You were talking to Amelia, laughing your heart out and not to stare was a big difficulty for him. Your smile warmed his heart and he could sit here the whole night looking at you.

He was sure that he was in love. Absolutely in love, and everybody could see it as well.

Harrison wasn’t the guy that kept his feelings a secret, if he had the chance he would scream to every single person how much he was in love and how happy you made him feel.

“You know, I’m so elated for you two. Seeing you so content after everything, and her beaming around you is enough.” Anna began, looking at you two exchanging small grins and glances.

“And the fact that you don’t hide your love for her is something that makes you special.” She added, tapping his shoulder.

“I love her, I do truly. I wanted to tell her so many times, but I’m afraid that for her it will be too soon.” Harrison explained. He wanted to say the words multiple times when you two would snuggle in your bed, having small talks about everything, but he was scared that maybe you would think it was too soon, just like Emily did. That maybe he would make things feel awkward in your relationship.

Emily was on his mind recently a lot. Harrison reassured himself that she should not make him feel like this. You were an angel, you were nothing like her.

“Listen, I know Y/N since we were little and I know more about her then she does. Y/N is a hopeless romantic, nothing is to soon for her. Take my advice show her how much you love her. She feels the same.”

Show her how much.

“Having fun you two, did Anna finish her ramble time?” Both you and Amelia approached the small table in the kitchen where they were sitting at.

Harrison’s arms were fast, bringing you in his lap. The giggles were making his heart stutter, he held you close to his body like he was afraid that you were going to leave.

“Tonight I was my own ramble buddy, because our boy couldn’t stop staring at his stunning lady.” Anna answered, sending you a wink.

In just three weeks Harrison showed you everything, made you realize how much in love you were with him and that he was the one who was worth your time. The first week was rough without the brunette boy that always lit a spark in you. But Harrison, even if he didn’t know the truth, made sure your day with him was filled with nothing but pure happiness. He was patient with you and even when you would say that you were not in the mood because you were not feeling well, he would always held you close, cherish you like he had the magic to suck out every bad thought.

It was his kind heart and endless love that made you stop overthinking about someone who didn’t even bother to call after everything that happened. You both deserved unconditional love and you made it clear to yourself that you would give that, just like it was given to you.

Your arms were around his neck, cheek pressed against his head and you were grinning from ear to ear.

“She is my beautiful girl, of course I can’t keep my eyes off of her.” He showed his white teeth, smiling broadly at you.

Harrison’s palm was on your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin rhythmically. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils as he leaned his face near the crook of your neck to place an innocent peck there.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbled, Anna and Amelia now long gone leaving the two of you to have some privacy.

“And you’re adorable, I want to kiss you all the time.” You brought his face close to yours, kissing him gently on the lips.

Harrison squeezed your thigh, the other hand lingering on your back. Every kiss was better than the previous one, and the feeling of your warm lips sent goosebumps down his spine.

“My girl.” He said, giving you a one last peck.

“Want to take you home now.” Harrison added, Anna’s words replaying in his head.

“No one’s stopping us.”

The smile grew wider, and the excitement was rushing through his body. No one could do this to him like you did.

“I swear evenings like this make me more exhausted than parties.” It was just a friendly invite to Harry’s house, nothing special, you all did that frequently. Tom wasn’t there, Gracie was sick and as a caring boyfriend he didn’t want to leave her side.

You didn’t want to say anything, if it was the truth good for him because he finally showed how he can keep a girl and if he was lying, well..that was his problem.

“The only good thing is when we come home after it and just enjoy the rest of our night.” You weren’t living together but your home was his and his was yours.

Harrison’s arms travelled to your sides, palms placed firmly on your belly holding you close to him. He knew how you loved hugs like this, relaxing your head on his chest while stroking his arm slowly.

Tonight he wanted to show you not just tell you how much he cared about you and most importantly how much he loved you.

You exhaled through your nose after you felt his lips press a light kiss behind your ear. He continued, peppering your neck with kisses going down to your shoulder. The time stopped, his lips were the only thing that you could think of, a hum escaping from your mouth after he slowly pushed the dress so he could kiss your shoulder.

“You’re an angel.” He whispered, smiling against your skin feeling nervous like he never did before.

“I have been distracted the whole night with your beauty, I’m so lucky.” He added, turning you around so he could see your face.

“I’m way luckier, you made everything better.” You said softly, pressing your hands on his chest feeling his chaotic heartbeat.

Your heart was racing as well, from exhilaration, contentment, love.

The night will be special, you wanted this to happen but you were worrying that it would be all too soon just like he did. You both wanted this first time to be memorable.

“It makes me so elated to call you mine.” His hands grabbed each side of your face, thumbs running up and down your cheeks.

The huge grin on his face could make everything better in a second, and he made you feel so desirable at that moment. Your lips fitted like a puzzle, it was a beautiful match.

“Please let me show you how much I care.” He said before he kissed you passionately again.

“Show me.” You were craving his touch, and you didn’t want to procrastinate this.

That was enough for Harrison to send positive shivers down his spine, picking you up to guide you both to the bedroom.

The small tug on his shirt made him smile during your kiss, you were both impatient.

He wanted to make this night about you only.

The soft fingertips were dancing on your skin, removing your dress carefully. He could feel your shyness mixing with your neediness.

“It’s okay beautiful, don’t cover yourself. Love every inch of you.” He stated, running his hand down your body, placing kisses all over it to show how much he admired you.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He repeated, feeling the need to let you know every second how gorgeous you really were.

“I want you.” You whined, bringing him back up close to you, kissing his lips steadily.

“Tonight is about you.” He spoke against your lips, his hot breath tickling your skin.

The ache between your legs was becoming distracting for you and all you needed was his touch on your pulsing core.

Harrison was feeling the same, his jeans became tight all of a sudden. The erection throbbed inside his boxers, and the thoughts about you wrapped around him sent waves of excitement.

“Oh shit.” You cursed, relaxing in his arms.

He cupped your breasts giving them a slight squeeze. Your hand was on his wrist, trying to move it to your hard nipples. Harrison got the message but he still took his time.

His body lowered down, face near your chest leaving open-mouthed kisses, stopping when his lips came near your areola. He was already amazed by you, your body was like the most beautiful painting that left him speechless.

The whines and moans were becoming more audible as his fingers came to your breasts to play with the erect nipple. Your skin was so smooth and delicate against his touch, it was making him go insane.

“Please Haz, more.” You begged, his lips capturing yours.

“It’s all about you angel, don’t worry.” He said in between kisses, your back arching when his palm came in contact with your clothed heat.

“Need me here?” He asked, moving his fingers in a slow motion, teasing the clit accidentally.

You hummed in response, removing his shirt and jeans so you both were half naked.

Small kisses were left on your body as he travelled down to your pussy that was already begging for his attention. Harrison wanted you to memorize every touch of his, every kiss and every move.

The panties were removed leisurely, thighs spread so he had a great view of everything.

You were showing him all of you, every sensitive and intimate part and nothing made him more happier than the realization that you trusted him. For Harrison it was the most important thing.

“My sweet girl, you taste heavenly.” He admitted, licking long stripes on either sides of your pussy, concentrating on your clit after it.

“My God Harrison.” Your fingers were in his curls tugging on them slightly.

His tongue and mouth were working together perfectly, causing your nerves to go wild every time he would suck on your clit gently.

“You’re my sweet one, am I right?”

“Only yours.” You choked out, feeling your climax approaching.

“I promise I will let you cum on my tongue as much as you want to, but now I want to feel you cum around me, please.” He pleaded lowly, pressing soft kisses on your pussy and inner thighs.

“Please, want that too.” You swallowed half of the words, closing your eyes.

He could say that he was practically addicted to your lips, the desire to kiss you every second was high. Your lips moved against each other hotly, soft wincing mixing with his moans.

“I love you.” He finally blurted out. He finally said what he intended to say a long time ago. The pounding in his chest was so hard and loud that you could definitely hear it.

“I love you. Let me show you how much angel.” Words replaying like a broken record in your ears, a genuine smile creeping upon your face.

You wanted to respond but his lips were already on yours, hand going down to his shaft.

“May I?” He breathed near your earlobe while his other palm was caressing your body.

Harrison was gentle, always. Always asking for consent, always checking if everything was fine and always making sure that you were satisfied, just like he was.

That was something that Tom didn’t show, or at least was afraid to show. Maybe you weren’t the one that deserved that.

You were once again lost in your thoughts instead of enjoying this lovely moment between you two.

His tip was already in, bringing you back to reality. Your toes curled from the feeling, it was slow and passionate a total difference from him.

“Are you good angel?” He questioned, brushing your cheek tenderly.

“So good, please move.” You grabbed his palm, kissing his knuckles.

Harrison pushed inside of you steadily, his free hand clenching your hips. The warmth from your walls was a whole new and pure feeling, and breathing was suddenly an unknown term for him.

“God, you take me so well. You’re amazing.” His words made you weak.

He began to move his member slowly. Your bodies moved superbly, his eyes were focused on you and on his shaft that was sliding in and out of your glistening core.

Your eyes were fixed on him the whole time, and all you could think of was how ready you were to say those three words.

Harrison’s chest was now on yours, and before he could close the space between your lips you cupped his cheeks to stop him.

“I love you.” Your sweet voice spoke in between the moans.

“I love you Harrison.” You repeated yourself, placing a kiss on top of his lips.

It was like he was dreaming, everything with you seemed like the most beautiful dream.

The smile on his face said everything. He kissed you hungrily, giggles escaping from your mouth.

You were so content tonight, he was making you feel so good, but he also wanted to show how pretty you were, inside and out.

“Fuck, you close love?” He asked, his movements increasing in speed, trying to bring you to the edge.

You nodded, tugging his hair and clenching around his hard member. You moaned loudly as the orgasm washed over you, your hips grinding against his.

“Beautiful.” He never saw no one looking that beautiful while coming for him.

Harrison’s thrusts grew sloppier, his climax was close, so close.

“I’m here beautiful.” He groaned, kissing you once again, coating your tight walls.

You both were whining from the feeling, moving your lips lazily while he still stayed inside of you.

After your breathing slowed down, and your bodies stopped to shake from pleasure, you both smiled at each other.

“I really love you.” He said, brushing your hair slowly with his fingers, placing a peck on your forehead.

“I love you too. Thank you.”

“Let me take care of you now.” Harrison spoke, picking you up bridal style, moving to the bathroom.

“You’re crazy.” You screeched, both of you giggling uncontrollably.

“Only for you.”

Harrison ran you both a bath, filling it with everything you wanted and had in the bathroom.

It was an intimate moment, bodies so close but there was no need for more at the moment.

Your back was pressed on his chest, head resting on his shoulder, the position you adored the most. His hands were all over you, stroking your skin tenderly.

“You are incredible Y/N, you really make me happy, you really do.” He broke the silence, pecking your neck multiple times.

“I should thank you for trusting me and showing me what love really is.” You added, turning around to wrap your arms around the nape of his neck.

Harrison had everything he needed, and he hoped that nothing and no one could take that away from him.

It was just you, him and your love.

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La Petite Mort

I started writing this a month ago, got stuck on 300 words and thought I might never finish it. Here we are, beginning of June, and it’s finally done, all 3.4K of it.

Warnings: Don’t read it if you’re underage, can’t handle smut and bad writing or if you’re Michael Clifford.

I got the idea listening to A Little Death by The Neighbourhood one day. Go check out the song if you haven’t already. It’s one of my faves.

You can also find it on ao3. Let me know what you think. and please don’t let it flop.

It was supposed to be a quiet affair, a way to get rid of their demons, to let them fly for the night. They were no strangers to it, the taboo and the darker side of their passion meant that they had to hide in the shadows. It was easier in a way, shadows cloaked emotions, making any attraction feel hazy and unsure until it completely vanished in the morning.

Not that you’d ever spent the morning with him. It was a wonder that you’d even met up on multiple occasions. That’s not how the system worked. You were given one chance at a scene, meant to be an outlet, not a dating site. But you fit so well that first time, you knew you had to see him again.

It started out with an occasional DM on Twitter, every couple of months. You would tell him what you needed, what your body and soul craved, he would tell you the location, and the time. You would show up, you would perform, exorcise your demons, go back home, rinse, repeat.

You never meant to get addicted, but there was something in his touch that liberated your soul. You knew it was one-sided, but that didn’t stop you from going back for more.

It was the end of November, an uncharacteristically cold weather had blown into town, the air smelled of snow and you decided that your fingers could use a pair of gloves. You quickened your steps. The neighborhood was neither bad, nor the greatest, but the streetlights were flickering and you started feeling the panic swell in the pit of your belly. The motel was in your sights, a flickering red sign above the main entry showed that there were a few rooms left vacant.

Entering the lobby finally set your nerves at ease. You’ve entered familiar territory.

There was a middle-aged man tending the front desk, his thinning hair glowing under the neon light. He was flicking through the pages of an old magazine, not paying too much attention to the sound of the bell when you opened the door. Really, he couldn’t even bother to look up.

“How can I help you?” was uttered under his nose, his eyes never leaving the glossy pictures. “I have a reservation for room number 7.” Your voice cracked at the “have”, not sure if it was the nerves or the lack of use. He swung around in his chair, grabbing the key from its allotted space and placing it on the desk, no “There you go.” no nothing.

Seen as he wasn’t very forthcoming, if you were being 100% honest, he was cold and insanely rude, you just grabbed the key and left the lobby. You pulled the lapels of your jacket a bit closer and hurried to get to your room. You only had half an hour to get ready.

You’ve done these scenes in almost any kind of environment, but the stagnant air and moldy waterpipes in motels had you feeling a certain way. You never claimed to understand why you liked the things that turned you on.

The first thing you had to do was set the scene. You were both lovers of 90’s aesthetics, so the outdated furniture and yellow lighting in the room were perfect. You took off your clothes, making sure to leave your white cotton set on. It was going to get destroyed anyway, so there was no point in wearing fancy underwear - his words, not yours. Come to think of it, it might had something to do with the fact that it made you look almost virginal, and it felt like he was corrupting you time and time again.

Folding your clothes one by one, you set them in your backpack and hid it in the bathroom, leaving your old self behind. You took the bedcovers off the queen-sized bed and the pillows on the nearby chair, you knew he might need them at one point. Hiking your knee on the mattress, you settled in the middle on your back, eyes closed, hands clasped on your tummy, waiting. And you didn’t have to wait for long.

You heard the creak as the door opened, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. It was one of your demands. You didn’t want to know who he was, it was easier that way, you could fantasize about the possibilities of it being anyone on the street. You could hear the soft sounds of his footsteps as he approached your lying form. “Up.” It was a signal for you to lift your head as he wrapped a scarf over your eyes. The bed dipped as his knee came to rest behind you, securing the knot and doing quick work of braiding your hair. At first, it freaked you out, but you soon came to realize that it meant he could do less damage to your scalp when he pulled, and he liked to pull on it quite a lot.

His cold fingers trailed from the bottom of your braid to your sides, making you squirm in your seat. He’d warm them up on your skin soon enough. You could hear and feel his soft exhales in your left ear, followed by the feel of his beard on your neck as he trailed kisses on your skin.

“Are you ready?” The only answer you dared give him was the tiniest nod.

Both of his hands moved between your thighs, gripping them and parting your legs as wide as they would go. His left hand found your clothed breast, roughly grabbing a handful and squeezing a moan out of you. The tips of his right hand found their way on top of your cotton panties, middle finger pressing lightly between your slit, dampening the material with your juices.

It was only an interlude, you knew that he was here on a mission to wreck you, but the intimacy of it all prickled at your soul.

You felt his whole demeanor change, his breath evening out and his muscles flexing against your body. The hand grabbing your tit moved to grab your neck, no pressure yet, he was just using his thumb and index finger to guide you against him. The one petting your pussy moved to bunch up the material of your panties and pull it up, giving you an uncomfortable wedgie but stimulating your clit at the same time. Your only response was a strangled wheeze.

“You like that? Like having strangers feel you up?” He released your neck. “Look at you. A whimpering mess and we haven’t even started yet.” You suddenly felt a light tapping on your clothed clit, increasing in force and intervals, making your head fall back on his shoulder, moaning at the slight pain.

And that’s what you were here for, the pain. You knew that he had loads of it in store for you. He grabbed your braid, maneuvering you around until your head was pressed on the bed and your thighs were spread on both sides of his knee, ass high in the air. Same as before, he bunched the material of your panties and pulled, leaving the globes of your ass bare for his eyes only. His other hand grabbed your right cheek, roughly squeezing it upwards and away, getting a peek of your puckered hole. It disappeared and came back before you could even blink behind the scarf, the resounding thwack of his palm on your ass chasing the chill away. He repeated the same motion a few times until the bottom of your ass was rosy and you were silently begging for more.

There was a ripping sound in the stillness of the room as he roughly pulled your panties. They were left to sit in ruins on your thighs as his middle finger came to inspect your leaking pussy. The whole thing looked so bad but felt so right at the same time. You were nothing but a broken puppet in his hands and you were never sure if he was trying to fix you or fuck you up beyond repair.

The pressure was building in your lower belly, his knee pressing against your bladder and his calloused finger strumming your clit, catching it with his blunt nails time and time again. Just when you thought that you might enter another dimension, his finger disappeared only to be brought back in the form of a hard hit on your pussy.

“Not so fast.”

You were impatient, but that’s not how you won this game. You felt the bed move with him, falling flat on your belly. He, once again, used your braid as a handle to position you right. You were lying like that for a few seconds or a few minutes, you couldn’t tell. The panties were off, the bra was lying somewhere on the floor and your feet were cuffed in metal rings. You recognized the familiar immobility caused by the spreader bar, holding your feet from locking together. He bound your hands in leather and left them to rest on the bed above your head. The bed dipped between your knees as he situated his body behind you, pulling on your hips, grinding your naked ass on his denim-covered crotch. You kept rotating your hips, working yourself up and stretching lazily like a cat. It was almost desperate, the need for contact so great, you would do anything for him. But he had other plans.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop making a mess? You’re such an infuriating little slut.”

He left you on the bed, tears of frustration slowly gathering behind your eyelids as you waited for any sort of stimulation. You heard the whoosh before you felt the tiny licks of pain on your back. So he decided to use the cat this time, the tiny leather knots deliciously digging in your skin. He was warming you up, knowing you needed to have a bit of pain before you reached nirvana, but ever so careful not to break the skin.

Minutes turned into eternity. Your thoughts had fled your mind. You could only feel the warmth and produce incoherent noises in different pitch. Hit after hit like tiny water droplets before the deluge. Somewhere in that not-here-nor-there space of yours, you didn’t hear the buzzing, or maybe the blood rush to your head drowned the noise. But the tiniest vibration from the wand had you shattering to pieces.

You held your breath, the scream lodged in your throat, saliva dripping on the sheets in front of you, your entire body shaking from the orgasm, your knees barely holding you up. He could only chuckle from the side, knowing that this was only the first of many that night.

He let you breathe for a while, seeing the curve of your back dip and flatten as you tried to get yourself together was a huge turn on, if the bulge straining against his jeans was anything to go by. The next time he approached, he decided to forego the whip, but kept the wand close by, just in case. He was back between your knees, hands hugging your lower back, bending you even further. His roughened hands traveled the expanse of your reddened back, making sure you still felt the phantom pain from the cat-o-nine tails. His face was in front of you, taking in the scent of your arousal before flattening his tongue on your lips. You felt the vibrations of his moan more than his actual voice, but it was over before it began.

You heard a click and felt the coldness of the lube between your cheeks. He used his middle finger to spread it on the rim and started applying steady pressure. You’ve done this before so you knew that it was time to relax and push back, allowing entry. He was working you up, slowly opening your hole to fit two of his fingers. After he was satisfied with the progress he made, he took them out and slowly replaced them with a lubed up princess plug. The metal felt heavy inside of you, but not entirely uncomfortable, and if you were being honest with yourself, it made you feel special knowing that there’s a sparkly button attached to your ass. He pulled on it a few times, making sure you were comfortable with it before leaning down and giving the clear zircon a kiss.

The incredibly tender moment was cut short when both of his palms landed hard on your cheeks. He liked seeing the contrast between your fire red flesh and the cool fake crystal handle, so much so, he couldn’t stop playing with your ass, jiggling the metal device with every squeeze.

It never occurred to you that you could cum from such a little amount of stimulation, but you were almost there. You were moaning the motel down and somewhere in that sex haze of yours you thought you might have heard a thump or two from the neighboring wall, but you couldn’t care less. Not when the wand was back on your clit, and definitely not when you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. He wasn’t being extremely gentle either. He knew you thrived on the overstimulation, pressing the pads of his fingers on your g-spot harshly, almost feeling mechanical. He was a conductor and he knew how to orchestrate your body, your moans and screams the most beautiful symphony. You thought that you would end with a dramatic crescendo, but the music sheet had a few more pages left.

His fingers left you, the wand went down at the same time as his zipper. He didn’t bother to push his pants down, just opened them enough to pull his, very hard and very ready, dick out. You heard the crinkle of the condom packet being ripped and felt the latex on you. He was rubbing his cock between your cheeks, gathering as much of your juices and lube on him before he entered you. The novelty never wore off. It didn’t matter what he did to you beforehand, it was always a tight fit, the stretch bordering pain and pleasure.

You felt full at last, the double penetration making you mewl like a cat in heat, the moan slowly rising up in volume until you did nothing but scream. Each time he moved his hips against yours sounded like thunder in your ears, the plug going deeper and deeper inside you. You tried to hold off as much as possible, but it was a losing battle.

One extremely forceful push had you collapsing on the bed, blissed out. He was chasing after his own orgasm, covering your body with his. The only indication that he was a tall man was the fact that when he laid like this, his chin would almost reach the top of your head. But you didn’t mind the weight, in fact, it almost made you feel protected.

The bed dipped to your left, he must’ve put his hand in front of you for leverage because his other was busy shoving three fingers in your mouth. You had your eyes closed, making sure you produced enough spit to lube his digits so you didn’t notice the moment the scarf shifted, freeing a tiny sliver for your eyes to see. He took those fingers, bringing his hand to your already wrecked pussy, finding purpose in playing with your clit. The sensation was too much, revving you up one last time. One final push had you coming hard, milking his cock for every last drop, vision going black, and the sight of a familiar finger tattoo making your heart painfully clench.

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It was New Year’s Eve and you were on a mission. The Christmas lights were on, the finger food was on the table and the guests were about to arrive. There was no dress code, you just told them to dress comfortably. It was a small event, you didn’t have many friends to begin with, courtesy of always working, but you did have a growing circle of people who loved video games as much as you.

You were slowly becoming a tight-knit family, getting together for game nights and the occasional drinks, and you liked it, you didn’t need more interaction. You were, however, extremely happy when one of your gamer buddies gave you a bit of his attention. Where you were generally talkative and friendly, he was your polar opposite, deciding to stay in his shy shell until he felt comfortable enough to speak. You knew he had a good soul, you just never knew what to expect from him. The only time his real self decided to come out was when he was in the middle of a game.

But you did in fact know a little bit more about him than you were letting off. He was in your apartment now, scanning the place for an empty corner to hide in. You couldn’t help but admire him, a tiny ball of lust wound tight in your lower belly. He looked so good in a pair of light blue jeans and a white tee, covered by a red plaid shirt. The tattoos peeking beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeves and the whole grungy look were such a contrast to his shy self, it almost made you laugh, that is, until you realized that you might have cum a few times from rubbing yourself sore on the coarse denim of his jeans.

The advantage of playing host was that you always had an excuse to go up to people and strike up a conversation. You let him relax for a bit, though. Cornering him right off the bat might do more harm. But you were done playing this game of cat and mouse, where the cat was in fact a kitty and the mouse was a Pit Bull in disguise and you wanted to know what was his endgame.

You found him in the kitchen by himself, licking some pizza sauce from his fingers. “Oh, hey Michael, didn’t expect to see you here. Too crowded?” You pointed behind you at the party, eyes zoned in on his Adam’s apple moving as he gulped. He looked a bit startled but he wasn’t cowering like you expected him to. “Yeah, you know me, not much of a team player.” You knew that wasn’t the full truth because whenever he tried to hide something, he would try to fix his already perfectly styled bleached fringe.

There were layers to his personality, and he was never game to show them all at once, but you were willing to unravel him. You were thankful for once that your kitchen was tiny so it only took you a couple steps to reach his side. Before you could chicken out, you grabbed his left hand and brought it up for inspection. He tried to pull it away, but you were having none of that. “You know Mikey, I never really asked you what this tattoo’s about, and I’ve been meaning to for a while now.” He still looked uncomfortable, but the way your thumb kept rubbing over the circle and three dots engraved on his middle finger was making his eyes dilate. “You like it?” His tone was no longer shy, and you could finally understand why you never put two and two together. Turned on Michael was speaking in a low, almost gravelly voice, completely unrecognizable from his usual higher-pitched tones. And now he knew you knew. And there was no escaping it.

“I liked it better when it was disappearing into my pussy.” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. You knew you were trying to act tough, but the moment he wound his fingers in your hair and pulled, you knew that you’d always be putty in his hands. “Don’t forget your place, pet.” he breathed out. “You don’t get to top from the bottom. I could easily bend you over the table in front of all of our friends and have your ass red if I wanted to.” And you knew that he would. He detangled himself from you, leaving you turned on and confused in the middle of the kitchen.

The party was dying down. There were a few stragglers left, their silhouettes hazy in your vodka-Sprite-induced vision. A new year has begun and for once you dared yourself to make a wish. Little did you know that once everyone left, a certain 90’s enthusiast would make all of your wishes come true, and then some, only this time you could look into his green eyes while you died a little death.

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Lancaster Week Day 1: Shy Jaune

Okay, I’ll admit it started out as an innocent moment. I couldn’t help; it was the moment that anyone else would overlook. Most people would ignore it, but it’s how the thought crept into my head, but it felt wrong to think about it. It wasn’t the right time, right place. If it’s anything, it was the worst time and the worst place. Then again, I was the moron who had feelings for her since Beacon but knew better than to attempt anything. Not with Yang acting like a stone guardian who would kill me if I so much as looked. Gave me that warning to stay from her sister unless I wanted to become paste on the walls.

It was simply the first time that should have been the biggest clue that I would fall harder than then getting between Nora and a pancake breakfast.

We had a test at Beacon everyone else was prepping for the tournament. It almost seems childish-looking back at how focused we were on the tournament when the books and knowing more about the Grimm were a lot more useful as huntsmen and huntresses. But I digress. I’m just trying to think of happier times before I started walking this shoreline. Before things became so bad, I fell into an endless void after failing to run for life after killing a friend and seeing most of my friends fall into an infinite void. I was wondering where the other people of Atlas and mantle fell here too. So much happened in such a short time, so much pain and misery. I just want to think of simpler times when you knew who your allies were. Where my crush began, and I was too much of a shy idiot to say anything about it.

Trying to keep spirits high when everything seems to be getting worse. Considering Penny finally became human only to die brutally. What happened to Maria and Pietro? My heart feels crack at the fact we don’t know what happened to them after what they sacrificed for us to get the message out to the rest of Remanent. All we know is that they fell out of orbit. Were they included in the escape plan out of Atlas, or would they be too far outside of the jurisdiction of Ambrosius?

The moment was simple I was confused about distinguishing marks for tactics on older Grimm, thinking that Grimm can be born with bone plating. My thoughts were that Grimm can be born a tough customer. I had it written in my notes and everything, and we were studying in silence, only saying a few words to each other. If it had been anyone, I might have felt nervous or awkward sitting in silence while my brain melted under stress. But around Ruby, I felt comfortable; that should have been my first clue, but I will admit blind to my own feelings.

“Jaune,” she patted my shoulder. It wasn’t a condescending pat but sympathetic with kindness in her eyes.

“Jaune? That’s the wrong information. You must have misheard Professor Port about that.” Ruby said softly in only the two of us would hear and wouldn’t alert the rest of the library.

“What?” He was confused until he noticed her looking at his notes. The confusion must have been evident on my face.

“Newborn Grimm is born without bone plating or any natural defenses from the average huntress or hunter; the average person with the most basic of combat training could kill a newborn Grimm. That’s developed over time from devouring people. We aren’t sure why, but it’s speculated and assumed it’s because people have an aura, and whatever Grimm is born with a lack it, and when eating people, it gains more strength to fight for longer.

It was that moment I had felt fluttering before a felt flush but ignored it. All the late time chats, the time we sparred during free time. It was kind of hard not to love Ruby. Admiring her and really enjoying her company was something as easy as breathing for me. Reminding myself repeatedly that she was my friend that liking her would ruin things if I ever tried it, but it was clear to Ruby that was like me being a huntress was all she cared about. Helping others take out Grimm was her main drive. Anything else was not worth her notice. When guys were asking her out to the dance back then, she was confused. She walked past them, not really getting what they were asking. I even thought about what would happen if I actively asked her out, only to get that cold, confused look and then die at Yang’s hands. It wasn’t like asking out Weiss, which I did more out of testing the waters and trying to get over my crush where I already know what the end result will be. Ruby was and always will be a lot different in my heart when it comes to my feelings and my emotions and my thoughts while some things, I have an easier time talking about when it comes to my feelings towards her, I feel tongue tide and actually nervous about what I want to say to her.

She was and is, even after all these years, pretty oblivious unintentionally. So, leaving any ambiguity would be a disaster. She still is unaware if someone was attracted to her or not, or she was... My heart stutters at the idea that she was dead and not knowing if they were in the same place.

His mind went every time he refused to acknowledge how he felt because it was inconvenient or didn't feel like he deserved it. When she smiled and felt the flutter but would stamp them down hard, you could almost hear the butterflies cry in agony at what I was doing. that didn’t make traveling with her across Anima any easier. Still, I was grieving my team member, and I still am in many ways. I barely knew her, and because I know that the reason she died was because of a power-hungry bitch who still hasn’t paid for what she’s done and keeps doing, so any thought of romance was not even in the forefront, much less the feelings I long since buried not when I had to be aware of any Grimm or any missions, we took from the town they took on the way to Mistral.

I have to hope most of team RWBY was down here, wherever here actually was. While we discussed the plan endlessly about how the warping would work, connecting Atlas and Vacuo seamlessly, I was with her when she made the explanation, so there no telling where we were exactly or if there were multiple places we could have fallen into. Or they might have fallen into some other sub-dimension of the gods. As well as a lot of the civilians that cinder jettisoned purposely when she landed on the bridge. The ones we couldn’t save. Even if I’m trapped wherever this is? At least the rest of my team and winter made it to safety. They aren’t stuck in some other dimension. They are safely in Vacuo, hopefully, able to contact the local government.

The only hopeful thought he had as he noticed the island, he was just oddly still, which put him on edge more than he was willing to admit making him glad that he at least had weapons with him what con possible be in this dimension who knows and if and how they would get back was another question altogether. If they were even here and he wasn’t trapped all alone.

Crescent Rose was sticking out of the sands, and I could hear a groan.

“Ruby?”

“Wait? Jaune? Jaune! Is that you?! What how?” Ruby sounded tired, worn out, considering she hadn’t slept since we found Salem was on her way; that makes more sense, I care to admit, especially since I was pretty sure I hadn’t slept in just as long.

“I couldn’t make it out of the warp before something turned it off. It closed right in front of me. but I can at least say winter and the rest of the time go out.”

At that moment, they held each other; they knew that they might be the only ones. Jaune had no clue where they were precisely, only this was a place similar to where artifacts had been hidden, a space between spaces. And the fact there is two suns in the sky, and the unnatural stillness made everything more terrifying, knowing that we were entirely out of our depth this time and there was nothing and no one we could rely on. and whether we could get back to remnant might not be possible unless winter works on figuring out how to open a portal wherever we are as more insane and impossible as that is. And will be if she even attempts it. Things are bad things are unsure, but I’ll tell her when I’m ready and not a moment before I’ve been tiptoeing about this for a long time. But right at this moment, right now is not the best time to put my heart on my sleeve and admit how much knowing that she was in my arms is the only place I’d rather be.

“R-r-Ruby,” he couldn’t help but stutter.

“I’m glad I at least found you in this mess.” his face was red; most of his guards were down, and he knew it. Before, he could compartmentalize his friendship and his feeling but not here now. Gripping her tighter in a hug giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek, taking the chance more than grateful to know that she was alive.

She gasped and held him tighter, her lips grazing ears whether it was an accident or on purpose didn’t matter. She was just above tears, and he would be reduced to the same soon enough. But at least I found Ruby.

When we find the others because I know we will, I will tell her how I feel no matter if she doesn’t feel the same about me. I’ve wasted too much time pretending like I don’t have feelings for her.

#Lancaster week #Jaune x Ruby #Jauby

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