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except I walked out on you when your hair was starlight

I’ve been thinking about this potential theory for a long while now (I mean, like, since last year) and I can’t help but think that it’s one of the wilder things that might come even slightly true because it just aligns perfectly with what we currently know about the Monkey Dads just being very distant fathers who end up pulling the same shit.

9122 words; pure crackfic unless proven otherwise; has anyone else thought of this bc pls where are you I want to talk to you if you have; this is very much not my usual fare when it comes to relationship and family dynamics so don’t expect, like, actual parenting; I very much expect this to be considered null and void within five chapters of canon (very specifically 1084 lol) so pls humor me okay; is it canon compliant? We’ll find out; general warning for timeskips and me just making shit up

except I walked out on you when your hair was starlight; All Dragon wants to do is bring about a more just world by exposing the World Government for what it really is. He doesn’t have the wherewithal to deal with a child’s bounty poster that looks disturbingly like his ex. [9122 words; alternate interpretation as to why the Buster Call at Ohara was the last straw]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“You shouldn’t be here,” Clover said. Dragon shrugged casually at that.

“You’ve never been upset to see me before,” he reasoned. The young man casually leaned on the desk, giving the scholar a smirk. “I’m here to see Olvia. She around?”

“Even if she was, why would I let you see her?” Clover huffed. “Last time you were here you nearly got bodily fluid on priceless tomes of knowledge.”

“I am not the first person to have gotten lucky in this tree, and you’re just jealous it was never you,” the young man smirked. A certain platinum blonde then caught his eye and Dragon made his way around the desk and over to her side, done with pleasantries. “Old Man Clover’s bullying me.”

“Now why would he need to do that?” she wondered idly.

Oh, she knew.

“He’s jealous,” he offered.

“Professor Clover is one of the most renown archaeologists in the entire world; what would you have that he could be jealous of?”

A functioning libido, but they weren’t going to go there with other people nearby.

“Maybe,” she smirked, “I’ll have to study this condition of yours. Make sure it’s not… lethal.”

“Read my mind; pick you up at seven?”

“Seven-thirty—there’s a meeting I can’t skip again.”

“Fair.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss against her cheek, a giggle getting out of her before walking away. “Seven-thirty!”

“Oh, and Dragon?”

He turned around, only to see the library in flames.

“Run.”

Gasping for air, Dragon sat upright in his bed, his body slick with sweat. He shakily looked around the room in the darkness—Baltigo, not Ohara.

Besides, Ohara burned ten years ago.

After turning off his alarm—it was fuck-all ‘o clock—Dragon decided it was good a time as any to get a head start on his work for the day. A full day of work would make him sleep solidly, and solid sleep meant no dreams, and no dreams meant no ghosts. He put his feet on the floor and shivered—there was nothing that could be done about the chill that seeped into the base, no matter what they did to prevent it.

The base was usually quiet around this time, thankfully, allowing Dragon to slip down the corridors relatively unnoticed. There was always the skeleton crew that kept an eye on things at night, but even they knew better than to bother their commander with anything more than a polite nod unless it was a real emergency. He was able to get to the showers and stood under the spray for a whole ten minutes before actually doing anything.

Did he feel guilty? Of course he did, but Ohara wasn’t coming back, even if its knowledge was all saved.

Then again, that’s why they were there, he reminded himself as he scrubbed his face. Ohara had been the last straw and now someone was fighting back. He’d told Vegapunk those years ago that it was because of Clover… because of the severe loss of knowledge and human life… but really… how many wars over the course of history had been waged for a woman?

Fuck.

In the end, an ex was just an ex, weren’t they? They both moved on. He had moved on.

So why was it getting to him?

Clothes, a shave, some coffee; before long, Dragon was sitting down at his desk, the dawn twilight not yet creeping across the sky. He looked at the pile of papers that had been placed in a very important pile since he’d last been in his office and grimaced—something told him he would have given the top spot to that organizational freak Bart had he known there was this much fucking paperwork involved with running a revolution. Taking the top one off the pile, he slowly started to clear out the backlog that admittedly had been growing for a few days at this point. Getting lost in work was usually fairly easy for him, and yet, he couldn’t help thinking about the real reason why he founded this seas-forsaken venture…

“They said you didn’t eat breakfast!”

Dragon snapped out of his daze as a tray was placed on his desk, culprit tilting his head in curiosity. Fuck the kid could move quieter than a cat.

“Oh, thank you, Sabo,” he said, blinking heavily. The kid’s bandages had recently been taken off and he could see the fresh burn scars, pink and shiny and raw; it pissed him off every time he saw it, and not because he hated the kid. It was almost impossible to hate someone who brought him coffee and a sandwich at… ah, shit, the sun was well past being up. “Iva hunting me yet?”

“Nah; they said they were gonna let you relax today,” the boy replied. He looked at the pile of papers that barely had a dent in it and frowned. “That’s a lot of bounty posters.”

“Yeah—I haven’t seen a lot of them either, which is really saying something,” Dragon frowned.

“Why’s that?”

“These are reissues; every so often, the World Government will reissue bounty posters of those whom they consider dangerous, even if they haven’t heard of them in a while.” He took the top one off the stack and handed it to the boy. “That one’s been circulating since I was younger than you.”

“Humming Brook… he’d be an old man by now, wouldn’t he?”

“He would.” He watched the kid’s expression—he was sharp for being only ten years old. “Does this… help at all…?”

“Not really,” Sabo admitted, handing back the poster. “I still can’t really remember that much from before.”

“It’ll come in time,” Dragon said, unsure if he was lying to the boy. The kid stood there awkwardly; neither of them knew what to do with him. If only dumping him with his dad wouldn’t mean putting him within arm’s reach of the Marines… “Say, go through these and rank them by potential for recruitment. Let me know what you think.” He took a chunk of the bounty posters and handed them to Sabo. “Just… rank them.”

“Yes, sir!” Sabo left the room and Dragon instantly felt exhausted. He hated to think what it would have been like had he been able to take his son along like planned… it was tiresome just thinking about it.

Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a little bit… yeah. That would be good.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was ironic how if someone would ask Dragon what his dreams were, he could easily say any number of things. Toppling the World Government? True peace? An unveiling of all the dirty laundry that was the Void Century’s secrets? A society designed to lift up and support everyone and not the select few? Having the ability to tell his father off to his face? He had a veritable list ready and waiting.

Except, sometimes, dreams weren’t goals and ambitions. They were places one’s brain went when they were at their most vulnerable, gripping them at their core and forcing someone to relive the impossible time and time again.

What truly were Dragon’s dreams?

He didn’t like to think about it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What are you thinking about?”

Dragon looked over at Olvia and saw her face remained calm in thought as she stared up at the night sky. All he could think about was how gorgeous she looked in the starlight, the galaxies reflected in her eyes as they laid on the deck of his boat.

“There’s an expedition that Clover wants me to co-chair.” Ah. “It would be about a year.”

“Don’t say you’re breaking up with me, because you know I’ll just follow you.”

“Actually, I petitioned the professor to let you come along.”

“You did?! And…?!” He waited for a response. “Olvia…? What did Old Man Clover say…?”

She finally turned her head and looked at him, her expression sharp and steady as ever. “Wake up.”

“…that was rude of him.”

“No, sir, wake up.”

For the second time that day, Dragon shuddered awake, this time being jostled by Sabo. The boy jumped back as he flung himself forward towards his desk, the present world grabbing hold of him in a vice grip. Dragon quickly caught his breath and rubbed his face with both hands—fuck, this was getting bad. He looked at Sabo and saw that the kid’s eyes were wide and confused.

“I… uh… sorry…” he squeaked.

“No, no; it’s alright,” Dragon replied. He tried to shake the sleep from his body, only making it more of a shiver instead. “Does someone need me?”

“No, sir. I have what you asked of me.” The boy held aloft the stack of bounty posters and their prior conversation came flooding back to the man. That’s right—the bounty re-issues from around the time he was too busy founding an army to pay attention to who was up next for his father’s bosses’ chopping block. “I triple-checked; there’s only three good ones out of the entire lot.”

“Are there now?”

“Yeah—most of the people this stack are either really old or already spoken-for in a pirate organization.” Sabo put most of the stack on the desk face-down, holding back three papers.

“How do you know that?”

“I cross-referenced everything with our database; some of the duds are officers in the Big Mom Pirates, or with someone called Doflamingo in the North; I doubt they’d change alliances too swiftly based on their established levels of loyalty.”

“Keep this up kid and you might be gunning for Iva’s spot,” Dragon frowned. He took a sip of his coffee—ice cold—and watched the boy’s face brighten.

“Oh, I don’t want to be the G Army Commander,” Sabo beamed. “I want to be the Chief of Staff!”

Dragon was neither awake nor drunk enough for this. “…and what does that entail?”

“Doing important things for you!”

“Sabo… you won’t even officially be a member until you’re sixteen,” he chided. “Just… show me the candidates.”

“Okay!” The kid put the first page down. “This one is called Karasu. He’s from the North and got his bounty by beating up Marines that were bullying some civilians. I think he’d be a good match.” Dragon nodded with a grunt; okay. “This one is Waters Lila. She’s Southern and is known for breaking up slaver ships en route to Sabaody. If we get her, we’d likely get her whole crew as well—forty-strong at last estimate, many former slaves themselves.” He then hesitated, staring at the last poster.

“Yes…?” Yeah… definitely not drunk enough.

“I don’t know about her, but I think it’s a good chance if we can find her,” Sabo nodded.

Dragon raised an eyebrow. “If we can find her?”

“She was younger than me when she got her bounty, so I don’t know if she still looks the same.”

“Younger than you…? Those were the ten-year re-releases.”

“Well, she apparently wants to destroy the world according to the rumors, so there is that. I would too if I sank six ships to survive a Buster Call.”

“She what…?”

“Yeah,” Sabo exclaimed, placing the poster down. “Apparently she’s from the West Blue, from this island of people who were…” Dragon stared at the photo on the page in horror, Sabo’s voice fading into nothing.

WANTED – DEMON CHILD NICO ROBIN – DEAD OR ALIVE

80 MILLION BERRI

APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION

Before him was the image of a small child, just a little older than his son was if he remembered correctly. His brow furrowed as he studied her face—there was no way she was anything other than Olvia’s blood. Her brother’s daughter, perhaps? It made him nauseous to think someone this small was listed for so much, so young.

“Sabo…?”

“Yes, sir?”

“How old would she be now? If she walked in through the door?”

“Eighteen!” the boy chirped. “I really think that she’s the best bet out of the lot—she has a pedigree.”

“I’m going to pretend you did not use that word,” he grimaced. Yeah, the kid was former nobility alright whether he hated it or not.

“Oh… well… her mom was pretty famous too! I found her bounty in the archives.” He took the top poster off the upside-down stack and held it out, making Dragon want to vomit.

Olvia.

It wasn’t her niece.

Oh, fuck, no…

Olvia’s daughter.

The only survivor of Ohara was Nico Olvia’s daughter.

A daughter who had her face, yet his coloring.

Seas almighty.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What the hell is your problem?!” he hissed at her. She had been sitting at her desk in the ship, a lantern illuminating the papers that were scattered everywhere. The rest of the expedition party had either long-since retired for the evening, or were on the shore around the bonfire—it was just them.

“I’m only doing my job. You knew that’s what this entire trip was about.” She hadn’t even looked away from the book and that seemed to just depress him more.

“Those have been here for hundreds of years; they’ll still be there in the morning.”

“I need to get this done before we ship out—there’s only two more days.”

“Two more days here, a week there, some hours elsewhere; it doesn’t end! It’s been three years of this!”

She put down her pen at that, closing her eyes to steel herself. “You knew what this was before we left Ohara.”

“I didn’t leave Ohara thinking I’d be ignored… that I’d go to bed alone most nights… that on the rare nights we are together, you’re too distracted to even fake it.” She stood, furious. “Oh, hey, an emotion—nice to see them again.”

“How dare you…”

“I think it’s the other way around, Olvia—we should have called it off while you were out on this stupid thing…”

“I thought you were behind what we were doing!”

“…when it didn’t mean I was being ignored by the woman I love!” He hunched his shoulders as he held hers, looking into her eyes. They were so fierce… so determined then that he had nearly lost himself in them. “I’m here now, Olvia. I…” He swallowed. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, playing second-fiddle to whispers and rocks.”

“We’re almost done. Just a few months and…”

“No.” His voice was quiet then—defeated, even—as realization settled on him. “We’re done.”

Tears ran down both their faces as he kissed her one final time.

When she went to bed that night, she went alone.

He was gone.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

All Ivankov knew was that Dragon was having a crisis.

He’d have those every once in a while in private, threatening to crack under the pressure of leadership. It was generally nothing, where he’d just do frantic laps of his office while attempting to talk himself out of whatever corner his assorted demons had shoved him into. If they were being particularly honest with themselves, it would have been a more troubling thing had Dragon not had a crisis now and then, given the sheer amount of pressure and obstacles that came from raising a revolution. All they, or Kuma, or both, had to do was simply stay with him until he calmed down and things would eventually be better again.

It had been nearly a whole day—he was not getting better.

“This is awful,” the man muttered for the fifty-second time that day. Ivankov poured themselves some tea from the service and raised a perfectly-manicured eyebrow.

“Are you havingk problems zat my Hormones vould fix?”

“No… just… fuck!” Dragon stopped his pacing long enough to take a swing at thin air before grabbing at his hair again. “I can’t believe I did that—fuck—how could I have done that?!”

Ivankov sipped their tea.

“Fucking hell, Iva! I’m having a mental breakdown here!”

“I can see,” they replied flatly. “You’re ze one vho seems to be very mum on details.” Dragon stopped moving and stared at his friend and comrade, nearly at his breaking point.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“You know I keep your secrets.”

“No, Iva… this isn’t a normal secret. This is a something that, should you ‘learn’ about it in the future, you need to pretend that this conversation never, ever happened.”

“Vhat is so drastick that I need to play ze fool?”

“I think… I think I have a daughter,” he said, his tongue feeling thick as he spoke. “I think I walked out on my daughter.”

“You don’t have a daughter.”

“…but I walked out on this woman nineteen years ago.” Dragon took the bounty posters from his desk and showed it to Ivankov, who took put down their tea before taking the papers. “That child—her child—is now eighteen.”

“Her fazer could have been a rebound and ve vould not blame zis Olvia one bit.”

“Iva, I walked because she was too busy with those damned Poneglyphs to give me the time of day—any time we did…” Dragon exhaled heavily. “She was always too out of it to concentrate on us, so I left. I can almost guarantee there was no rebound.”

“Zis is vhy you people are exhaustingk,” Ivankov sighed. “How did you know eachozer?”

“She… was from Ohara… was one of Old Man Clover’s top researchers…”

“…and so, vhen you vent to investigate Clover’s knowledge assets—drawn in by the pursuit of zingks your fazer kept you from—you fell in love viz a girl instead…? How cliché, candy.” They put the papers down on the low table and went back to their tea. “You know for a fact she is yours?”

“I had Sabo research a stack of re-issued bounties—if her registry information’s correct, she was born six months after I last saw her mother. Olvia was distant, but she didn’t sleep around.” He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. “Fuck…”

“Vhat does her registry information say about her fazer?”

“Dead.” They had to hand it to themselves—Ivankov didn’t think that finally getting information about Dragon’s past meant that he was going to spill it all… or if he was spilling this now, it was titillating to think of what else the man might have been hiding. “She made it look like she got married, never changed her name, and quickly became a widow. I’m sure that’s why… she has her family name instead of mine.”

“I’d imagine it’d be rough on a child, carrying a name zey had no connection to,” Ivankov shrugged. “Besides, if she had your name, that fazer of yours vould have kidnapped her longk ago.”

“Bad enough what he does have,” Dragon grumbled. Ivankov waited for an explanation and never got one—it was folly to think they were getting any more out of their friend than this very specific and embarrassing tidbit. They watched as he stopped moving, instead putting his hands on his waist. “So… what do we do…?”

“Not vhat ve do… but vhat you do.” They regarded him carefully. “You alvays know vhat to do. Vill you admit to everyone zat zis is revenge for a former lover? Zat zis child is more zan ze last of her kind? Or vill you do somezingk else? Somezingk interestingk?”

“Olvia wasn’t my lover, Iva—I would have married her if I could.”

“Zat is not here nor zere. Now: vhat vill you do?”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What will you do?”

It was a simple enough question—the royal brat and his footman were due back in the sandpit soon, so he didn’t blame her for wondering. It was just him and Olvia in his room, the pair having snuck up there while Clover was regaling the students with drunkenly-told tales of his adventures. They were sharing a bottle of cheap wine at the table by his window—no other activities until they heard their heavy-sleepers of charges snoring the next room over.

“Not sure,” he shrugged. He looked out the window at the night sky, knowing that soon the view would change. “This place… it fits, you know?”

“For technically being here as a bodyguard, you sure are quite the pacifist,” she replied. Olvia took a sip of her drink and let out a low huff. “It’s honestly more interesting with you here.”

“Then maybe… I can come back…?”

“…to do what?” He turned his gaze to her and saw that her expression was now completely deadpan. “You’re smart, yes, but you’re no scholar. The Professor does not take too kindly to lightweights.”

“Is that what he refers to people who’ve had sex as?” he asked. She nearly choked on her drink. “I just want to be with you.”

“I know.” She saw a flicker of something cross his face, with it leaving as quickly as it came. “What…?”

“If I could just stay here, I would. Let the kids find their own way back home. It’s peaceful here… serene… like nothing bad will happen here.”

“Oh, it shall eventually,” she shrugged. “Things always happen.”

“Not like…” he paused, “not like what I’m used to with my father. There’s a certain unease in the air in a lot of places he’s sent me to, and none of it shows up here. Yeah, there’s people being petty and bad storms and the occasional drought of traders, but it’s not…” he sighed, “this place is calming, Olvia. There’s no real hostility.”

“Then maybe it would do you some good to return here,” she agreed. “Though I have to warn you: I get buried in my work when I’m not tutoring.”

“I think I can handle that; that might be when you’re the most gorgeous.”

“You don’t need to flatter me—you know what we’re doing later.”

“Doesn’t hurt to have a little extra insurance on the matter,” he winked. She giggled and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “How much time do we have again?”

“Not enough.”

“Hmm… I think it’s enough.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It’s easy to leave someone when you realize that you can’t stand one another. Sure, actually doing it might not be easy, but once you’re gone, the effort to purge them from your life is cathartic in its own way. It’s a refusal to give them power, as they never should have had any to begin with.

Conversely, it’s difficult to leave someone you’re still in love with, mostly because it is that much of a challenge to forget. It’s still wanting them there, despite their deep, deep flaws, and yet remembering the pain of why that is simply not possible. It hurts and claws at the heart, burning and stabbing until there is nothing that doesn’t make you think of them.

What’s worse yet is when you’re both still in love, and yet they don’t stop you.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Revolutionary Army Dispatch

Official Memo from the Desk of Founder and Supreme Commander Monkey D. Dragon

The following Legacy Bounty Individuals (LBI) are to be actively recruited into the ranks. Any contact with such Legacy Bounty Individuals needs to be reported to the appropriate level of hierarchy.

-_-_-

Karasu

Age at Bounty: 25

Current Age: 35

Origin: North Blue

Current Location: North Blue (confirmed)

Devil Fruit: unknown type – appears corvid-centric – proceed with caution until confirmation

Crimes: contempt of law; resisting arrest; repeated destruction of Marine bases; torture of varying Marine officers; coordinating largest mass-release of inmates in the North Blue in 200 years

-_-_-

Waters Lila

Age at Bounty: 47

Current Age: 57

Origin: South Blue

Current Location: Grand Line, Paradise (confirmed)

Devil Fruit: none known

Crimes: grand theft; destruction of slaver ships; being impossible to arrest; harboring runaway slaves; cussing out Celestial Dragons; repeated escape from Celestial Dragon “owners”

-_-_-

Nico Robin

Age at Bounty: 8

Current Age: 18

Origin: West Blue

Current Location: unknown; potentially West Blue or Grand Line

Devil Fruit: Paramecia – can replicate limbs elsewhere

Crimes: only surviving member of the Archaeological Scholarly Association of Ohara; can read Poneglyphs; evading arrest; varying smaller crimes related to survival

HIGH PRIORITY – report directly to Supreme Commander if contact is made – capable of becoming the Light of the Revolution

-_-_-

May we stay strong in the face of our uncertain times.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Ten years.

It took ten years before Dragon heard any more solid news of Nico Robin. He had to hand it to her—she was a difficult woman to catch. Most of what he’d heard were whispers. A few people even saw her, but no one was able to get in a conversation long enough to convince her to join their ranks.

She was still alive, however. No matter what, Olvia’s daughter was still alive, and some days it was all he could do to be proud.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“I have to say, sir, you sure do know how to pick them.”

Dragon was laying down on a camping cot, the tent he was currently occupying in the far-reaching backwaters of the East, the backdrop of a civilian uprising in the distance. Sabo and Belo Betty had insisted on helming this charge, which left him sulking back at camp with a cold compress over his eyes as he fought off an impending headache in the command tent.

“What do you mean, Ahiru?” He heard the young woman’s mechanical arm click and whir as it handled papers at the table.

“One of your High Priority LBIs just had war declared on the Government for her.”

“You know Sabo has been making over half that list for years now.”

“She’s been on the list for a long while,” she replied.

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Nico Robin.”

Dragon sat up immediately, the compress falling to the ground. “What…? Who declared war for her?”

“The crew she’s with now,” the young woman said. She held out the newspaper as her boss stood and crossed the room. “A rookie crew from these waters, it seems.”

A small gasp left Dragon without him even realizing it: the Straw Hat Pirates.

Robin found Luffy.

His children found one another.

“…sir…?” He looked at her and saw the concern on her face. “Are you alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just…” Ahiru gave a nod, avoiding eye contact. “It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” Good—he did always appreciate her discretion.

He looked back at the newspaper in his hand and allowed himself a breath of relief. After everything, his children were still finding their family—finding each other—despite his own failings.

Maybe… maybe this was how things were supposed to go.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The kids he was supposed to be babysitting were off with the old man on the first of many “field trips” to the bar when he first made his move. She was in his room going over their academic progress when he allowed his hand to reach across the table and rest atop hers. One of her eyebrows arched, curious.

“Bold,” she noted with a smirk, “but is it bold enough?”

In retrospect, it had been a miracle in of itself that they had gotten themselves put back together in time for her skunk-drunk boss to bring back his equally-drunk charges. The trio were so drunk, they found, that they completely ignored the fact they still smelled of sex and her blouse was on inside-out.

What they didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt them, right? Besides, all it took was twenty minutes and they smelled like the kids’ vomit instead.

None of this was going into the report.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

There were times where Emporio Ivankov, Ruler of Kamabakka Queendom, Founder of the Revolutionary Army, Establishing Force behind New Kama Land, really did not enjoy dealing with their varying colleagues. Out of them all, the best—also the worst—was Monkey D. Dragon. He wasn’t even all that easy on the eyes, and yet his drama was nothing they wanted to ever touch.

Except, it kept finding them.

“You. Office. Now.”

They didn’t even break stride as they entered headquarters for the first time in years, simply walking by Dragon as he was discussing something with Lindbergh and Hack. Inazuma seamlessly inserted herself into the situation instead, allowing Dragon to grouchily follow Ivankov to their office looking extremely cowed. Newer recruits could only gawk—so this was the power of the legendary Okama Commander?

“Any ozer spawn you have running around I should know about?!” Ivankov hissed. Fuck… the door was barely closed…

“Iva…”

“Don’t you Iva me,” they scolded. “I should not learn you have a son because I am savingk his life in Impel Down! Vhat is viz you?!”

“Thank you, by the way,” Dragon said. “You did an excellent job keeping Luffy alive.”

“You tell me to not pry into your past, and yet your past keeps poppingk up in ze oddest places. Vhy are you like zis?!”

“We all agreed to bring as little of our baggage into this job as possible,” he claimed.

“Havingk people ve care about is not baggage!” they argued. “Sharingk stories about our lives is not baggage!”

“If anyone knew about my family, that’d put a target on their backs they might not want!”

“Even from your friends and comrades?!”

“Yes, Iva! Everyone!”

“Tch… no vonder you vere never told about the girl…”

“Iva!”

“Zese are your secrets, Dragon! First, you have a daughter from an old flame, now zis boy one of my candies finds in Impel Down is your son?! Vhat more is zere?!”

“You know I can’t tell you that!”

“Then vhat can you tell me?!”

“That as the figurehead of this entire operation, I can’t be seen as having any potential weaknesses! I come in with nothing so I can leave nothing behind! There is nothing to complicate things! A venture was never compromised because they kidnapped my son and held him at ransom! By him remaining far away, we all were safe.”

Ivankov huffed, their scowl pointed and accusatory. “I believe in zis, and I believe in you, so you better not make me regret anyzingk from here on out. Ve cannot afford to be fightingk.”

“I’m trying, Iva,” Dragon assured. “You know that’s all any of us can do.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Sir…? The Tequila Wolf contingent has returned.”

Dragon glanced up from his coffee to see the fresh recruit standing there in the doorway of his office, absolutely quaking in his boots. It was almost adorable how the newbies were so easily categorized into either Hilariously Overzealous or Scared Shitless, with this one solidly in the latter category.

“Usually the leaders of such an expedition report to me themselves that they’re back,” Dragon noted. “Why did they send you?”

“There’s a bit of a commotion, sir,” the recruit admitted. “They were able to find a High Priority LBI while freeing the slaves.”

“Now who would that be?”

“Uh… Nico Robin of the Straw Hat Pirates, sir.”

Dragon’s stomach found his throat as he paused, taking the information in. After vanishing into nothingness on Sabaody, she was now there, in Baltigo. Ten long years and she was finally there, in the same building as him; it was terrifying to think of.

“Send her up once she’s been given the orientation,” he requested, keeping his stoic mask. “High Priorities always need a briefing from me personally as to discuss what they might bring to our cause.” It was the truth and the recruit saluted before leaving.

The wait was honestly one of the worst stretches of time in his life. Dragon wasn’t entirely certain whether was pacing for a few minutes or a few hours, but eventually there was a knock at the door and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He breathed deeply and collected himself.

“Come in.”

Olvia’s ghost walked in, almost as though no time had passed at all.

“Please close the door; I’d prefer this conversation to be private.”

“Since you asked nicely,” she nodded. Robin gently shut the door and took a few steps into the room, unsure if she should sit or remain standing like Dragon. “I hear you often debrief new additions and allies yourself. It’s commendable to be so active in the base of your organization.”

“I cannot do it on my own,” he claimed. She watched him as he walked over to the window, using it as an excuse to not look at her directly. “Does this mean you are going to join my ranks?”

“Consider me a loan of sorts,” she chuckled. “I have some time to burn while waiting to reunite with my crew and I might as well do something worth while in the meantime.” He could see her reflection in the glass; it was scary how much she looked like her mother. “Your son is something of a tricky individual to follow; it’s just a matter of chance that I’m keeping my alliances in the family.”

Oh, how little she knew despite how well she was informed.

“Has… anyone ever told you why we founded the Revolutionary Army?”

“…to rise up against the tyranny of the World Government,” she replied. He was silent. “Then again, something tells me that there’s more to it than that. There always is.” She watched him, pensive. “What was the final straw that drove you? A scuffle with the Marine Hero?”

“He barely cares about what he does on a daily basis, let alone care what I do enough to get into that big of a fight… no.” He did not turn around, instead preferring to look out the window. “It was Ohara.”

It was slight, but he heard her inhale slightly.

“What was your connection to Ohara?” Robin asked, her voice wavering slightly.

“I spent a lot of time there when I was younger than you are now,” he admitted. He sighed, then opened his mouth to talk again, only for Robin to grab his arm and turn him around to face her, eyes wild in shock.

“Did you know my mother?!”

“I… I fell in love with your mother.”

She let go of his arm and took a step back. “…oh. That must have been difficult.”

“It was,” he agreed. “Olvia was a wonderful woman. Sharp-witted, dedicated, kind, insurmountably intelligent…” He smiled to himself, letting his gaze slip out of focus towards a bit of wall. “She had hair like starlight and eyes that would reflect the galaxies.”

“Did she ever…?” Her question trailed off, unsure if she wanted to give life to the words herself.

“Your mother’s true love was knowledge, and by extension, her research. She had no room for me, so I left.”

She scoffed at that, almost relieved. “What do you have to be sorry about? It happened a long time ago.”

“Summer 1493, if you want to be precise about it.”

The only sound was the steady ticking of the clock on the mantle. Dragon focused his eyes again and looked at Robin, seeing the careful, calculating face he’d last seen over twenty-five years ago. She eventually nodded—everything fit.

“You didn’t know, did you?”

“I didn’t, though I don’t know how much good I would have been had I known and stayed.”

“You would have been there.”

“You’ve met my father—do you think I would have let him raise Luffy if I didn’t think it was the better choice?”

“That is true…” She looked him in the eyes, as though she was trying to see where the crack in the lie was. “What brought you to Ohara in the first place?”

“Initially? Babysitting. When all was said and done, it pissed off my father that I was in love, so I went back.”

“Then it is not just him that Luffy gets his defiance streak from,” she noted.

“I’m the one running a Revolution and you thought he got that from my father?”

“Merely an observation.” She smiled lightly at him, an expression so her mother that it nearly made him hug her. “Now, I think we have some negotiating involving the terms of my stay?”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Babysitting was a drag.

According to Aunt Tsuru, his dad owed the Queen of Alabasta a favor or eight and now it was Dragon’s turn to fulfill a request, as it involved the prince and his footman and not the old broad herself.

“We’re almost there!” the fifteen-year-old prince beamed. He turned towards his servant with a wide grin across his face. “Can you imagine?! That tree is thousands of years old! It doesn’t even have the Alabastian climate to help preserve it! Something that old! Still alive!”

“It truly is something, milord,” the young servant agreed. Igaram…? Yeah, Igaram and Prince Cobra. They were almost the exact same age and yet the difference between them was vast. Even though the princeling wasn’t an asshole about it, there was still that chasm Dragon knew was there… even if it was the footman that kept it there.

“Go pack up your shit,” Dragon said. “We’re going to be living on the island while we’re here, so you can’t leave shit onboard where it can be stolen.”

“Gotcha!” Cobra dashed below deck of the small clinker-built cog, Igaram close behind him insisting on doing it for him. Dragon rolled his eyes—this was honestly the last thing he wanted to be doing, but his father was… persuasive.

With his fists. The Hero of the Marines beat his son in a fistfight. Fuck.

It took another half an hour to get into the harbor at Ohara. It was a lively town, with the Tree of Knowledge dominating the landscape. Since he was contracted to be the teens’ bodyguard, Dragon went with Prince Cobra and Igaram as they went to the massive library that was carved into the tree itself, the entire building a living testament to knowledge.

“Ah, there you are.” Dragon saw a middle-aged man approach them as they entered the trunk. “Prince Cobra, I presume?”

“Yes; you must be Professor Clover?”

“That I am!” Dragon fought back rolling his eyes—everyone here was a nerd. “Queen Ouraeus told me you are almost as thirsty for knowledge as myself.”

“Indeed,” Cobra confirmed. “I have to be knowledgeable to become a great king one day, and Mother said you were one of the cleverest and learned men she’s ever met. It will be an honor to learn under you.”

“In that regard, I have to apologize,” Clover said. “Most of your tutoring will be conducted by one of my top pupils, who shall report to me on your progress. I’ve already written your mother and she has given her permission.”

“It must be difficult running this place,” Igaram noted, still staring at the interworkings of the library as they milled about.

“It is, unfortunately,” Clover sighed. “My apologies; you must be young Mister Igaram, which makes you…”

“Dragon—their babysitter.”

“Bodyguard,” the prince corrected. “He comes highly recommended from several high-ranking Marines as trustworthy.”

“Do you now…?”

“The Marine’s my old man, who can fuck off for all I care.” There was something about this Clover man that made him seem guarded… something wasn’t entirely legit. “I think he’s hoping his wayward son straightens himself out on this mission or some shit like that.”

“Then I’m sure we’ll get on splendidly,” Clover nodded. He then waved someone over, who gathered her books from the desk and approached them. “This is the one who is going to teach you lads.”

“Oh… I can’t…!” Igaram panicked. “I’m just here so His Highness…!”

“Nonsense—the Queen requested both of you be tutored,” Clover insisted. “This is Olvia-san. She is one of the most brilliant minds on this island and a native of Ohara. I leave your education in her care.”

Dragon swallowed hard—the young woman who walked up to them was one of the most gorgeous people he’d ever seen. Her brown eyes were the color of warm, lacquered wood and her platinum-blonde hair almost seemed to shimmer against her sun-bronzed skin.

“It is a pleasure to welcome the Alabastian delegation to our humble halls,” she said sweetly. Clover noticed that all three newcomers seemed overcome by her presence, which gave him an idea.

“How about if I take our newest young scholars on a tour of the library?” he offered. “Olvia, you can discuss the accommodations with their bodyguard. We can do the initial assessment after lunch.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” she agreed. Clover took the two teens with him and went off into the library, while Dragon stood awkwardly next to Olvia. “Would you like to see where you and your prince shall be staying?”

“He’s not my prince,” Dragon blurted out. “I mean… uh… my dad owes his mom some favors. It’s… complicated.”

“That must be awkward.”

“A little, but…” he shrugged, “you know.”

She gave a slight chuckle at that, the corner of her mouth tugging up in a smile. “Let me show you to the dorms.”

He nodded—what else could he do?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was difficult having Robin around, all things considered. Although she fit in amongst the other Revolutionaries with wonderful ease, there was still the fact that Dragon could not look at her without feeling a pang of regret. He hated the feeling, but did not avoid her. It was difficult, yet he knew that bringing her into the organization after such a long effort only to ignore her would be suspicious… too suspicious for him to counter. He instead kept on, as though the woman was not the mirror image of his long-lost love. Hers was not the face he waged this war over, nor was it the one that would lob the final volley.

Their venture had grown much larger than Olvia’s memory, and yet to have her daughter in their midst? However temporary? It was priceless.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The rest of the day went by in a whirl. Cobra and Igaram were going to share a room during their yearlong academic retreat, with Dragon getting an adjoining one to himself. He followed along as Olvia showed him around the tree’s internal chambers—where she would be tutoring the teens to where the kitchens were—and it was extremely difficult to keep his mind on her words and not drift off into a daydream.

Seas, she was pretty.

“It looks like Professor Clover is only partway done with his tour,” she noted as they stopped on a staircase. They could see the academic with the teens as they scoured some shelves, looking for a specific book. “They’re good kids, it seems.”

“Yeah, they are as good as fifteen-year-olds are going to be, anyhow,” he shrugged. “It’s still going to be a pain in the ass.”

“So your contract is to stay here for the duration of their tutoring?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to bring them back to Alabasta myself, so I can’t just ditch them here and be done with it. That’s not going to be fun.”

“Well,” Olvia chuckled, “if you ever need anything, let me know. I’m sure I can help out.”

He hesitated before deciding to fuck it.

“Actually, I’d, erm, like to get to know you better, please. Outside of the kids.”

“…and why’s that?”

“…because one day, someone is going to ask me who that woman is teaching my charges, and I’d like to be able to say more than the pretty one with the books.”

She smiled knowingly. “Nico Olvia; nice to meet you.”

“Monkey D. Dragon; the pleasure is mine.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Her name is Nico Robin, sire.”

“Nico…? That is a name from the past, indeed.” Cobra frowned as he looked at the photograph of the woman who was reportedly conducting business on the behalf of Baroque Works. It was late at night after everyone else was in bed as he sat up in his chambers, one of the few times he could truly talk freely with his captain of the guard. “She looks enough like her, if my memory serves me right.”

“I’m surprised I remember anything about that trip at all,” Igaram groused. “Even the smell of beer is ruined.”

Cobra chuckled at that; few things made him laugh these days, and much of it involved the past. Seas… that had been before he had even met Titi…

“Possibly,” Igaram continued, “if we appeal to her on the shared admiration of her mother, we might be able to get her to cooperate.”

“No,” the king said firmly. “If she goes by her mother’s family name, then she is likely a sensitive subject. We cannot let it be suggested that we ever knew her.” He placed the photo down on his writing desk and exhaled heavily. “That was thirty years ago… and where were we when she was thrown to the wolves as a child?”

“Burying your lady mother and readying for your marriage, not to mention the chaos that a monarch change involves.”

“…which is why I wish to slowly abdicate, to give Vivi a better transition than what I had… if we even make it that long.”

“It is a fine goal, sire,” Igaram agreed. He watched his monarch—his life-long friend—stare into the middle distance, clearly wrapped up in thought. “Is there anything else you require tonight, milord?”

“No, thank you. You may go now, Igaram.”

“As you wish, milord.” He bowed deeply. “For the good of Alabasta.”

Igaram quietly left the king’s chambers, finding that the young princess was waiting for him out in the corridor. She was such a haunting image of the late queen that it was terrifying…

…but this was a child, even if some would mistake her for being grown.

“Is she the same one that you remember?” she asked, voice quiet. He shook his head.

“Even if she was, we would have no basis on which to build a parley. We are to function as though the name is a coincidence.”

Vivi nodded slowly, considering her options. “Then I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to infiltrate Baroque Works.”

“…but Princess…”

“I can’t sit by and do nothing, Igaram. That’s not what a monarch is supposed to do. I’m here to serve the people, right? That’s not always about fancy trips to the Levely and hosting other nobles.”

“You are correct way too often for my blood pressure’s liking, milady,” he sighed, accepting their fates. “When do you wish to leave?”

“Tonight.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Dragon-san…?” He glanced over from the map and saw Cobra standing there, the kid only growing into something more awkward by the day. “How did you know you were in love with Nico-sensei?”

“I just kind of did,” he grunted. They were a full day out from Ohara, sailing back towards the entrance to the Grand Line. “Why? Someone there catch your fancy?”

“No… it’s just…” the teen worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “I’ve been taught plenty this past year, but watching you and Nico-sensei reminded me that I still don’t know what it will be like when I love someone. I imagine it’s… difficult.”

“It is,” Dragon admitted, “but sometimes it just finds you. At first it’s a like—or maybe they’re just smoking hot—and eventually you just find yourself realizing that the world isn’t quite the same without them in it.”

“…but that’s how I feel about my friends… my mother… my people…”

“Love comes in a lot of versions, kid,” Dragon shrugged. “You’re pretty observant to be a noble and understand that you should love your people—something tells me you won’t have a problem figuring out the romantic part when it comes.”

“You sure…?”

“Yeah.” He then jerked his head towards the rigging. “Get your asses up there and secure the topsail; we’re going through a real windy area soon.”

At least as the kids were up in the rigging, he’d have some quiet.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Are you sure that going back is what you wish?” Dragon asked. Robin was chuckling softly as Koala sobbed in her arms, not wanting the other woman to leave. “You could do a lot of good here…”

“I will do a lot of good anywhere I go,” she claimed… and rightfully so. “My place is with Luffy. He’s my captain and we’re not done yet.”

“Just don’t tell him that I’m still around; I’d rather do that myself,” Sabo chuckled.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“So the kids… they’re doing well…?”

Olvia shrugged as she tied Cobra’s hair back as the teen slept—last thing they wanted was for the kid to wake up and get drunken vomit in his hair. She wasn’t entirely sure that getting a sovereign prince blackout-wasted-drunk every weekend was setting a good example, but Professor Clover was not one to be argued with when several pints were on the table.

“Well enough,” she replied. She glanced over at Dragon, who was peeling an ale-soaked jacket off Igaram, and shrugged. He would know if he had the ability to sit in place while the teens were at their studies, yet school hours were often when he went wandering around Ohara, taking in the local sights. “Unless there’s a sudden breakthrough, I think there’s one thing that they won’t be able to do, but it won’t be horrible in the long-run.”

“So not something Her Highness requested?”

“Oh, she requested it, but it’s notoriously difficult. People of all ages attempt to learn and some never get it, no matter how long they try.”

“What’s that? Some sort of arcane science?”

“Reading.”

He paused, watching her as she finished putting Cobra to bed. “You’re talking about a prince and his nursemaid’s son—they’ve long been able to read.”

“Do you promise?” she asked.

“Promise what…?”

“Do you promise?” Olvia went to his side and held out her hand. Dragon looked at it, then up into her eyes, before placing his hand in hers.

“I promise,” he replied. “Better yet: I trust you.”

With a nod, Olvia helped Dragon finish with Igaram before taking his hand again and leading him out into the corridor. They went through the labyrinthine maze of staircases until they reached one that had no light down it, only darkness.

“The fragile manuscript storage room?” he wondered. She shook her head before taking the handrail and carefully stepping down into the dark.

“You know how we here in Ohara strive to uncover the secrets of the world through our research,” she explained, not waiting for him to follow. He did, which made her smile in the dark. “If your father came here and asked what sort of research we were doing, we could honestly tell him that much of it involves ruins and old tomes, surviving fragments from over the centuries. It is different from Vegapunk’s research, yet it is no different in our dedication or the danger that follows.”

“Vegapunk is being courted by the Government,” he reminded her.

“True, yet this… this is something we’re been hiding for much, much longer, and the knowledge from which we glean from this will benefit everyone, from us to Vegapunk to the young prince and everyone who wishes for the truth.”

“Olvia, what are you…?” He felt her stop in front of him and heard a heavy latch open.

“Welcome, Dragon, to the Poneglyph Chamber.”

The light from inside the room was bright as Olvia opened the door and ushered Dragon in. Once his eyes adjusted, he gasped at the sight of the giant stone in front of him, scholars all around as they went about their duties. Some stared at them as they made their way across the room, but most remained unfazed.

“You… you are teaching them to read this…?”

“Attempting; there is one in Alabasta, a rubbing of which Queen Ouraeus provided us in her youth. The secret history lies in these markings, and if we are to understand the Void Century, then we must first understand these Poneglyphs.”

“…but he’s not getting it.”

“No; I would be impressed if he ever did, if we’re being honest. His language skills lie where he’s able to understand the practical applications. Although this limits him to things such as Alabastian and Celestial and sailors’ creoles, it means that academic languages are unfortunately beyond his grasp.” She watched as he placed his hand on the Poneglyph, taking it all in. “There is nothing else in the world like it, is there?”

“Dad’s bosses would have a field day with this,” Dragon marveled. He looked at Olvia, seeing that her face was concerned and distant. “That’s your true goal here, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“That’s wonderful,” he replied. “It’s never sat well with me that there’s so much we don’t know, and the fact you’re doing it here? Sticking it to Dad and his bosses and their bosses? It’s like a military brat’s dream come true.”

Olvia nodded at that, too choked up to respond properly. Something deep inside her said she was doing the right thing by showing him their biggest secret, and the sparkle in his eyes made her heart swell.

He was going to be the one to do it.

He was going to be the one to make all their research worth it.

All they needed to do now was wait.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a beautiful day as the Thousand Sunny sailed towards their next destination. With Fish-man Island the the Ryugyu Kingdom behind them, the crew’s spirits were high as they enjoyed their time together.

“Hey, Robin, do you want to play with us?” Luffy asked. She glanced up from her book and saw her captain standing rather close, with Usopp in the background attempting to ride on Chopper’s full-reindeer form as though his back was a furry surfboard. “It’s a lot of fun!”

“I’ll pass for now, but thank you,” she replied. Luffy didn’t go away, the teen instead tilting his head at her. “Yes…?”

“Something’s different about you,” he noted. “It’s not bad. Just… different.”

“We’re all different than how we were before,” she reminded him.

“I know.”

“…but there’s something else…?”

“Yeah.” Luffy went and threw his arms around Robin’s neck in a hug. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I’m glad too,” she replied, patting his back. “I think you might want to get back to the others—Usopp seems like he’s getting rather good at that.”

“Oh! Hey! Usopp! Let me have a go!” Luffy was sufficiently distracted enough to run off and tackle the sniper right off the doctor’s back, all three of the teens laughing.

‘Maybe, we both always had an idea as to the truth,’ she thought as she watched her youngest crewmates roughhouse. They ran around silly until Sanji came out of the kitchen with snacks and drinks, snatching their attention. ‘The little brother I always wanted was right here after all.’

#Monkey D. Dragon #Nico Olvia #Nico Robin #Emporio Ivankov #Professor Clover #One Piece #fan fiction #this is complete crackfic that I expect to be disproven #but again: let's torture characters by making them related #but this time give Olvia and Dragon both some character development #it makes more sense than some stuff I've seen #and down here bc they're kind of spoilers I guess #Nefertari Cobra #Igaram (One Piece)#what is linear storytelling #this is a fcking mess but idc

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a-mag-a-day · 1 year

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MAG 59 - apple cutting

So about the episode title: I know a recluse is someone who lives a solitary life, but there is also a genus of spiders out there which is called recluse (for example, the brown recluse, probably the most famous one of those).

"I’d do things without actually deciding to do them. Like it was just muscle memory moving me, or a string gently guiding me." - <.<

"It was never bad or dangerous stuff, just… things I wouldn’t normally have done, like brushing my teeth." - Good guy Web.

"It felt like if you picked a line, any line, you could follow it through to the center, to some deep truth, if only your eye could keep track of the strands that had caught it." - This kind of sounds like the way Jon later describes the Web in S5, when he tries to See its plan.

This is actually only the second time the table itself makes an appearance in a statement. The box without the table was in MAG 8, but all the other times were within the Archives, it being delivered and talked about, OG!Sasha in Artefact Storage, Not!Sasha and Jon in Artefact Storage.

"Agnes came to the house two months before my birthday, in the middle of winter. Ray had never mentioned her, never held one of his little meetings to introduce her. She was just suddenly in the house one day, and no one really thought to question it." - Haha, just like Dawn suddenly being dropped as Buffy's younger teenage sister. There's most likely a lore reason for that in TMA as well, especially in a stronghold of the Web.

"Then, without warning, I wasn’t waiting anymore. I had turned around, put down my suitcase, and started walking back toward Raymond Fielding’s house. I didn’t want to go back." - Oh god, something like this happened to me once. It was some kind of sleepwalking. I could see everything I did through my eyes, just like normal, but had no control over my body. I stood up, out of bed and my room and down the stairs in complete darkness. I didn't want to, everything in me was like "oh no pls, I don't want to go downstairs". When I reached the end of the stairs I finally regained control and fled back into my room.

"Their bodies seemed warped and bloated in a way I didn’t recognize. But that’s only because at that point in my life, I had never before seen a spider egg sac." - Ha, like in Steven King's The Mist.

"Inside was an apple, green and fresh and still wet with morning dew. I knew I was going to eat it" - So that's how the Web fills people with spiders? Ivo Lensik in MAG 8 also found such an apple in that box and out came spiders.

"All at once, my cheek erupted in pain. It was like someone had pressed a hot branding iron into my face, and I could swear that I heard the flesh sizzle as I let out a scream and fell to my knees." - Thanks Agnes. Is this the first time we hear about the Desolation directly defeating the Web?

"I had willed it myself, and whatever power had been gripping me, tugging me into its web" - <.<

"But now they’re building there. They’re breaking ground that should be left burned and empty. And I’ve started to dream again." - God, I love this…

"Between Ronald Sinclair, Ivo Lensik, and Father Burroughs, it appears there’s still much to learn about Hill Top Road." - Well, there indeed is!

"Supplemental. Everyone’s avoiding me." - He sounds so sad :(

"They share furtive glances when they think I’m not looking. I don’t like it. I feel like they’re planning something." Oh boy, they ARE planning SOMETHING^^

Oh man that sleep walking experience sounds terrifying I hope you're okay 😳

Also hfjdjsmjdk I'm so happy I'm not the only one who noticed the web taking a break from its nefarious plans to force kids to... Brush their teeth. Somehow that's so funny to me.

Perhaps teeth are important to the web when it sends the spider filled victims out to the world to do its bidding when they need to seem friendly...

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 59 #lycanlovingvampyre

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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l&o thursdays

your regular ramblings and thoughts.

....and now i want pizza...

Happy Thursday fuckers, here we go

SHE STAYED THE NIGHT??? FUCK THIS SHIT (and im no even a bensler shipper. And yes I realize there’s other rooms she could have stayed in but still fuck this)

(sidebar, my OWN MOTHER just goddamn texted me “ack rollins in a wedding dress” m’am…that a SPOILER)

“no reason for me to stay” good, get out of here, I never trusted you.

Ive had enough of this man child casino boy… are we done with this arc yet?

I stopped paying attention thanks to dealing with this stolen fic shit, sorry besties.

This family is more fucked up than the Wheatley’s, and at least the Wheatley’s had appeal to them, like I was constantly rooting for them, these guys are k-mart brand Wheatley’s

If they write Ayanna off the show I will LOSE MY SHIT. But then again she’s a queer, and she’s a poc, so it was only a matter of fucking time….

She IS the boss Elliot, get the stick out of your fucking ass. I swear if he ends up getting promoted and becoming the *actual* boss of OC I will hate it here….

Okay. I did not pay ANY attention to mothership, but I will say this: that blue dress Sam was in is *chefs kiss*

OKAY, time to pay attention!!

If it’s HIS birthday, why is he paying for drinks??

CONGRATS to carisi for being the ONLY person ive seen in media to pop a bottle of champagne without making it overflow. Thank fuck.

THANK YOU FOR NOT FOGETTING ABOUT ROLLINS FORENSCICS EDUCATION FOR ONCE.

Also… are we really gonna get Professor Rollins!?? Even if it *is* offscreen???

Every week I watch the opening credits and pray for the miracle of “Elizabeth Marvel” popping up on the screen and every week I am met with no luck. Maybe one day the day will come? I can only hope.

FOR ONE FUCKING SEASON COULD WE PLEASE STOP REUSING NAMES!!! ELIZABETH DONNELLY WAS A PROMINENT CHARACTER FOR 8? NINE?? SEASONS AND THEY’VE USED THE DONNELLY NAME TWICE IN THIS UNIVERSE WITH NO CONNECTION. COME ON GUYS

Where TF is Velasco….i’d get rotating the cast like this IF IT WASN’T SO FUCKING TINY

Ah, “the Donnelly family is a bunch of criminals” so this Donnelly is related to the one from OC?? Or just lazy writing??

Olivia’s Big dick energy is really showing through this season and im here for it.

You know, considering DW wanted to kill amanda in the premier, we’re BLESSED to be getting so much of her, she could be the one missing/benched/only in one scene but she’s getting a lot of screen time…

Muncy “don’t look at me I didn’t do it!” lolololololol

The dad is super fucking annoying, like obvi these guys know what theyre doing

WE GET TO GO TO COURT OMG IT’S A DREAM COME TRUE

Okay but WHY isn’t he being charged with a hate crime??

The dad’s gonna shoot the perp/someone isn’t it? Like he’s a cop, he’d be able to take his gun into the court room….

Okay maybe he’s not, maybe he’s going to end up accepting his child’s identity

Jfc the stream keeps freezing every 10 seconds this commercial break has taken three times as long as normal, pls…there’s only 8 mins of my show left…

Yessss muncy’s on team pineapple on pizza!!! Fuck YES. Also she cannot sit like a straight… its confirmed, she’s queer.

LOLOLOLOL. THE OFFENDED LOOK ON HER FACE AT THE “in harlem, we don’t put fruit on our pizza”

For the record I’m with muncy on this one.

Okay… so…no proposal tonight and thanks to the promo for next week we know the weddings a legit thing, not just a fake out that they “filmed” to not use… see y’all in two weeks!!

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order spoilers #law and order organized crime #rollisi

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aturnoftheearth · 1 year

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hi jay so due to primarily You (& thanks to extended car time driving home after the holidays) i have recently been diving headlong into lord huron ! long lost the album and particularly the song is an absolute hit for me - the strings are so dreamy and the vibes are positively lush and i have listened to it all at least 3 times thru since monday!! strange trails is v fun but i still gotta look up the words to many of the songs bc frankly i often cannot tell what they are (that's on me tho i'm generally a subtitles enjoyer). vide noir i have not listened to yet but the themes intrigue me. anyway!! this ask's purpose is to a) thank you for posting so much lh content that i couldn't help but start listening for real, and b) .. can u explain the alive from whispering pines thing? i tried looking it up and ended up on a lore wiki about a tv show that seems not real but there's also a physical dvd out there so? is it a concert is it a concept is it both what is the deal pls help ! thank u in advance this got way longer than intended <33

OMG HIIIIII YES LONG LOST IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ALBUM!!!!! AND SO IS STRANGE TRAILS!!! vide noir is so different than them but so fun and funky and definitely an album to listen to at night if u can!! also lonesome dreams is incredibly beautiful and i HIGHLY recommend it like i slept on it so long and regret that so much !! even though ends of the earth was my first song akdhkfhfjsjf anyway yeah :D

so. alive from whispering pines was a 4 “episode” livestream that was first teased in late 2020 and soon aired in early 2021 as both an album teaser and a digital “concert” in a way? starting in january 2021, there were 4 livestreams (each 1 month apart) leading up to long lost’s release in may. they were basically following a variety show format where the host (tubbs tarbell) was talking about whispering pines (lord huron’s actual recording studio is called whispering pines but the stories he discusses were all made up by the lead singer ben schneider when they were unable to find any info about the recording studio. he was basically like “oh there’s no history here okay let me make some”) and it would show new versions of old songs (there are some on youtube, my favorite is frozen pines). along with these, they would show little snippets of songs from the not-yet-released long lost. basically album teasers. this one played in the first episode.

oh also! fans got to call in and leave little messages and request songs and tubbs would play them. so a fictional character answering calls from real fans. and they played a lot of them on the show! not just the requests!! it was really sweet and a good way for the band to interact with their fans in a safe way. after they were all done, long lost came out and tubbs was featured in several intermissions as the host. and all this goes along with ben schneider’s idea of long lost being like an old album you find, once lost in time’s blur. anyway you can buy the dvd of the recorded livestreams now on their website, it’s a lot of fun ummm i do cry hysterically at various points of it (especially the ending) but that’s just because i’m super sensitive to change (and ben schneider kicked me in the teeth with it !!!)

#i hope this helps!!! it’s a lot of lore but it’s so much fun to piece it all together and see how much they genuinely love their work !!!!!#ALSO THANK YOU IM DOING MY PART DOT GIF #lord huron #asks

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snippet, summary, something for these please! and I added my own commentary.

summer but brba summer but WHAT now?

nooo one is haunted? loves me? this feels like a fill-in-the-blank :)

hwbthm what does this mean?

happiest sad girl okay okay you're speaking my language

worlds worst employee pls be about Billy in a cat cafe or something

fire and grace great title, I am curious!

summer ***** is this the naughty version of "summer"?

kdjfhkjsdahk luc i Love you. thankyou 🥺 this is atrociously long because i love to ramble and can not just simply post a simple paragraph at a time, instead posting entire scenes. i am SORRY.

also i apparently write a lot about characters dying and getting killed and murder also there's mentions of abortion and miscarriage also there's child abuse and child sexual absue. so trigger warnings for all that. starting to realise i really do not write fluff

summer but brba:

okay before i can be like. summer but breaking bad! i first need to explain Summer. which is my twd au aka my lil baby my actual heartbeat the Love of my life etc. and then the brba part is like. not actual very breaking bad at all. it's just me borrowing one character from it because i feel like todd makes a Good and Interesting villain who i could like. mold into the character i wanted for certain purposes becos i'm not creative enough to make oc's. and it was easier to differentiate between the different summer fics by key words, hence = but brba.

anyway! it's bascially a fucked up version where instead of just having a shitty childhood with neil as a father and a phantom dream of a mother, he also has todd as an uncle. he's technically not related and more a guy his dad knew from a friend of a friend in the army, but somehow todd starts coming over for dinner, hanging out on friday nights, and before billy knows it, he's staying at todd's shitty ranch on the weekends, when neil's gotta work the late shift and doesn't trust billy to be home alone unsupervised for an extra 2 hours. so, todd's a fucking creep, and billy learns that the hard way, and he tries to tell neil once, and that goes over as well as expected, so he just grins and bears it, and he thinks maybe susan will pick up on shit when she enters the picture, except she looks the other way at most things, so billy's like. just super fucked up and ready for the end of the world when it hits, because why wouldn't the world end when he's already at rock bottom.

then, instead of just billy, max, and neil surviving into the end of the world, good old uncle todd tags along, too. they head to the quarry together, survive on the road together, outlive the prison together, then everyone gets separated. billy, neil, and todd end up with the claimers, and shit really hits rock bottom for billy. long story short–rick rips a guys throat out with his teeth, daryl and michonne take a few men down in a blood bath, and billy slits his dad's throat and stabs his uncle to death.

“hey, what you did last night, what billy did,” daryl brings up, “anybody would’ve done that.”

“no, not that,” rick shoots down.

“something happened,” daryl bites his lip, “that ain’t you, ain’t either of you.”

“daryl, you saw what i did to tyreese,” rick points out. “it ain’t all that, but that’s me. that’s why i’m here now, that’s why carl is. i gotta keep him safe. that’s all that matters.” rick nods calmly, accepting himself in ways he never thought he’d be able to. “i don’t know what went down with billy and his dad, or his uncle, but whatever did, i’m choosing to believe that what happened last night, was what was needed.”

“it was,” daryl replies, no hesitation. “neil, we knew about, but todd...” daryl trails off, staring unseeingly at the trees in front of him.

“if billy didn’t, i would’ve,” daryl finishes.

rick nods. “that’s what matters. that’s all that matters, now.”

michonne joins them eventually, then carl, billy remaining passed out in the backseat. daryl feels like he should be out hunting, should be providing something, anything, for these people, but can’t bring himself to leave again. it was different that morning, ducking away to find some water, the sun barely peaking over the horizon, but now in the broad daylight, looking at the bodies and the blood littered all over the pavement, he feels rooted to the spot.

he couldn’t save beth, but billy’s alive, and carl’s alive, and rick’s here. michonne’s here. they’re still alive, they’re still here. he’s gotta find a way to make that count.

nooo one:

I MEAN. u are not wrong ahfkdshkfja it's a supernatural inspired au because i rewatched s1-3 recently (and am still psyching myself up to continue but i need to emotionally prepare for cas lmao) and was like. i'll incorporate that into my blorbo. hell yeah.

thinks, when it's all about to be over–she should've fucking left.

it's a djinn that gets her in the end. it doesn't kill her, barely even harms her. just shows her a world where everything's right. a world where it's just her and billy, living happily and peacefully, no hunting, no pain, and no neil. a world where they take their daily walks to the beach, and billy's smile is brighter than the sun, his laugh contagious, and she's happy. happier than she ever realised she could be.

so when neil rescues her, untying her hands and brushing the hair out of her eyes, all she can do is look for billy. she finds him straight away, her eyes zeroing in on him standing just behind his father, silver knife dripping with more than just animal blood, and he's clutching it in his shaking hands, looking up at her with wide, terrified eyes.

she exhales out then collapses forward, choking on a sob and shoving neil out of the way to grab at him, and billy lets the knife clutter to the ground to rush to her, running straight into her open arms.

"it's okay. it's okay, baby," she murmurs into his ear, one hand shakily running down his back, the other buried in his hair. "we're okay. i'm okay. you're gonna be okay, i promise, baby."

billy buries his face into her neck and cries, and she holds him tighter, keeping up the stream of reassurances as she does.

neil waits around billy's door on the fourth night, hiding just out of sight, and listens to their bedtime routine. hears his wife read a story, then a second one, the cave and read a third, before she sings him her favourite song. he listens as billy finally settles, and thinks, she'll be out any minute, and he'll make her talk. get to the bottom of why she hasn't looked him in the eye since he saved her.

she doesn't come out, instead she starts talking again, so softly neil can barely hear, but he takes a step closer, then another step, until he's as close as he can be without being found, and if he holds his breath, he can just make out what shes saying.

"i'm gonna get us out of here, okay, sweetheart, i promise you. it's just gonna be me and you."

"just you and me?" billy murmurs back just as softly.

"just me and you. and we're gonna be so so happy, baby. no more monsters, no more blood, or knives, or hunting. just us, and the beach, and the sun, and so much ice-cream."

neil hears the way her voice goes fake serious at the end, the way billy giggles and she laughs, before the bed creaks and they settle again.

"no dad?" billy questions quietly after a minute.

neil listens to the silence that hangs in the air at the question, waiting for her response, but whatever she says gets lost in the space between them, because he never hears the answer.

he hears billy, though.

"just me and you," he says, sounding like he's repeating what he's hearing, almost completely asleep.

"yeah, baby. just me and you."

neil stands in the hallway for a minute longer, then quietly slips away, grabbing himself a drink from the bottle in the cupboard and making himself at home in his chair, drinking himself to sleep. he'll deal with this mess tomorrow.

anddddddd then neil murders her the next night in the kitchen and makes billy deal with the body becos apparently i love to make billy suffer? uh billy stealing her necklace and keeping it on his person for the rest of time, her being stuck haunting him but never being able to reach him, billy figuring out young that if he gets high–if the hospital gives him the Good Stuff–he can still see her. neil dragging billy all over the country to kill monsters, meeting susan and max on a hunt, and moving to hawkins when the kids are in their teens becos some hunters are making some noise about kids going missing, kids with superpowers, and fucking magnets? also, billy befriending demodogs.

hwbthm:

heaven wasn't built to hold me aka a banger song by four year strong! uh basically susan grows a spine au kind of? neil loses his job and starts hitting the bottle and susan finally reaches her limit.

“that’s enough,” she says, her voice only cracking slightly.

billy’s on the floor, glass cuts on his arms and hands from where he’s scrambled himself back against the kitchen cabinets, blood flowing from his nose and from a cut on his forehead, watching on with wide eyes. he never thought she’d have it in her.

“that’s enough!” she repeats, louder and stronger this time, finally getting neil’s full attention.

neil turns to her and there’s absolutely no sign of neil, her loving husband, the man she married. this version of neil is all sharp edges, hard words, scornful looks. there’s no mercy in his eyes, and no softness to plead with.

“what was that, susan?” neil asks slowly, calmly. billy wants to yell at her, tell her it’s a trap, that it’s the calm before the storm, to tread carefully. but, in the end, he knows speaking up now would escalate things, probably for the worse, so he keeps silent and hopes that she could read his face for that one moment she spared him a glance.

“get out,” she says.

not exactly the careful treading billy was hoping for, but still enough of a surprise to buy them all a few moments of peace. billy’ll take it.

“get out?” neil repeats, incredulously.

“get. out.” susan says back, looking stronger with every word.

neil goes to respond, starting to take a step towards her, when she cuts him off.

“i’m done,” she starts, “i want you out. out of this house, out of our life, just- out. i need you to leave, right now. get out.”

billy swings an arm up to the edge of the counter and tries to pull himself up, terrified of this spiralling out of control even more but like, if susan can grow a fucking spine, then he can stand on his own two damn feet.

“now, susan, let’s just talk first,” neil responds slowly, edging closer and closer towards her.

susan moves to stand between max and neil, right in front of the kitchen table, before pulling out her phone. “you take one more step closer, and i’m calling the chief.”

she doesn’t pull up the call app or even unlock the phone, and billy thinks she’s bluffing, but then neil let’s out a humourless laugh and takes another step forward, and susan seems to have the chief’s number up and ready, finger posed over the dial button, before billy could even blink.

max is up and edging around the table, trying to be at the ready, waiting for shit to hit the fan again at any minute.

susan holds a hand out behind her to keep max back, and focuses her attention back on neil.

“get out,” she says, “now.”

“susan-” neil tries, but she’s not having any of it.

“take your shit, and leave, now, neil. i mean it,” the hand she was using to stop max in her tracks is now flung out and pointed at the front door, and billy’s gotta hand it to her, she’s got guts. billy never saw this coming. he honestly thought that if she ever stood up to neil and came through for them, it would because max finally copped it. never realised susan gave that much of a shit about him.

neil licks his lip and rubs his jaw, eyes flicking back to billy, then the phone in susan's hand, before settling back on his wife.

“get your shit, we’re leaving,” he says, eyes and voice emotionless.

it takes a second for billy to realise he’s talking to him, and less than a second to realise what it means. billy stays exactly where he is though, leaning on the counter and clutching his side, waiting for susan to jump in again.

susan won’t look at him.

“billy,” neil repeats, “now.”

susan still doesn’t say anything, and max breaks the silence with a ‘mom- you can’t actually-’ before susan silences her with a hand held up, the universal gesture of stop.

“billy!” neil yells, and billy finally gets his feet steady underneath him, ready to move.

“mom, are you serious?! billy’ll-” max tries again, but susan cuts her off.

“max, not now, please.”

“pack your shit, billy, we’re going,” neil states, not taking his eyes off susan for the entire exchange.

neil eventually walks off into the direction of his and susan’s bedroom, leaving just the mayfield’s and billy in the kitchen.

susan’s got her eyes closed and a hand over her chest like she’s trying to calm her racing heart. billy waits to see if she’s gonna say anything, even acknowledge him, but the longer the minute drags out, the heavier it sits that susan finally kicked neil to the curb, and in doing that, he’s getting kicked out too.

holy fuck, looks like she can follow in his mothers foot steps. smaller, slightly different steps, but same end destination. billy and neil, alone again.

uhhh then billy and neil ending up at the trailer park, susan and max getting some small shitty apartment, and billy too Emotional to reach out to max, and max not even knowing how to reach out to billy, so they don't, until billy drives past max walking home from school one day, no skateboard in sight, so he slows down and pulls up beside her, and she barely ackowleges him, except she still gets in the car, and he drops her home. and then it becomes a thing, and it takes them three trips to even speak to each other outside of giving directions, and then idk. this is already too long but like. more stuff happens kjshdskjhad

happiest sad girl:

feel like this title is very misleading becos it was just a lyric from the song i had on repeat at the time of coming up with this au. shout out to lights lmao but. this is a good ol' susan and neil have a baby au! which i have not seen around anywhere else but i think it'd be actually terrible in a fun to think about kind of way.

By the time Billy makes it out to the kitchen the next morning, Max and Neil have already left, leaving just him and Susan. He doesn’t know whether he’s meant to have found like, peace or whatever, during the night, and should be congratulating her, or if he’s allowed to make a quick escape, but she seems just as off balance as he is, so instead of splitting straight away, he opens the fridge and looks around.

Billy spent a truly fucking absurd amount of time googling baby shit last night once he was in his room. Probably not actually that much time, if you compared the amount with a new expectant mother, but for an almost 18 year old? It’s gonna fuck up his targeted ads for sure. Him and Max also texted well into the morning, sometimes links, sometimes questions, but mostly just ‘what the Fuck’s, and Billy’s came back to the same conclusion as he originally had, that none of this makes any fucking sense. He thinks that maybe if he could just talk to Susan, without his dad there, then maybe something might actually fucking click.

He closes the fridge eventually after it starts to beep and he’s let basically all the cold air out, deciding to just grab a granola bar from the cupboard, then he turns to lean against the counter. Susan still hasn’t looked at him, and he knows she hates it when he leaves the fridge door open for so long only to not get anything out, so he waits for her to take the bait, but she says nothing, just continues pottering around.

“You like, feelin’ okay?” he asks awkwardly, once it looks like she’s truly not gonna start the conversation herself. “Morning sickness is a thing for you right now, right?” He scratches the back of his neck.

Hollywood movies are dramatised, he knows, but surely they don’t put girls throwing up and announcing pregnancies together in every movie for it to be complete horseshit.

Susan stops scrubbing at the stove top to look at him, finally, but she just gives him a tight smile and goes back to scrubbing.

“Right, okay, I’ll just go-” he starts, still awkward, and grabs the granola wrapper whilst pushing off the bench, “I’ll just go fuck myself, then,” he finishes lamely, mainly to himself.

“The morning sickness hasn’t been too bad,” Susan starts, finally taking the olive branch for what it was, “It was worse with Max, I think.”

Billy stops in the doorway and turns around and nods, because he doesn’t actually have a reply for that. He doesn’t know, like, fucking baby small talk. Susan turns to put some bread in the toaster, and then they’re both just standing there, so far out of their fucking depth, that Billy wants to laugh, but he’s genuinely terrified it might actually make her cry, so. He keeps his shit together.

Susan’s toast comes up quick, because she’s a freak who likes it barely cooked, just warmed, and then she’s sitting at the table where this entire mess started, and then Billy realises that this isn’t where it started for her, which, fuck. Okay. He can do this.

“So,” he starts, aiming for casual, making himself comfortable leaning against the doorframe, “you want another kid,” and it comes out more of a statement than a question, but Susan still nods all the same.

“Like, you genuinely wanna do the baby thing again?” He checks again, because, that just doesn’t make any fucking sense to him. She actually says ‘yes’ this time, a verbal confirmation, but her face is nervous, and she’s trying so hard to look okay, like she’s living the dream, but Billy just can’t let it go. “But why?”

“Don’t you want a little brother or sister, a little Mini You or Mini Max?” she asks, and fuck no.

“Fuck no,” Billy dismisses quickly, “I barely like myself most days and god knows we don’t need another fucking Max.”

Susan looks at him sadly, like she cares, and Billy’s stomachs doing that thing where it keeps twisting in on itself, making him feel like he’s gonna be sick.

“So you want another kid, why not get a dog or some shit?” Billy quickly gets the subject back on track, away from himself, and waits while Susan catches up.

She looks speechless for a moment, before finding her voice.

“That’s hardly the same thing, Billy, please tell me you know that,” she says, and she’s looking at him like she genuinely thinks he believes those things are interchangeable.

“Okay, then, why now?” he cuts to, because outside of the entire ‘what the fuck’ of it all, that’s the only other burning question both him and Max have. Why now, when Billy’s got one foot out the door, and Max is close on his heels. Why now, when they’re still shit broke from the move from the west coast to Fucking Nowhere, Indiana. Why now?

Susan won’t look at him, just starts fiddling with her toast and gathering up crumbs.

“It just happened, and it seemed right,” she says softly, and Billy knows his dad’s a fucking piece of shit, but the longer Susan won’t even meet his eye, can’t even string a believable lie together to take cover in, the more Billy starts to worry that maybe his dad’s like, a cut the head off, bury the body, never speak about it again, kind of fucking piece of shit.

“Did- did my dad, like,” Billy starts, then quickly sits in the seat beside her, “if he forced you, or-” he tries again, but Susan’s finally looking at him, and-

“No! No, nothing like that,” she says, and it's the strongest her voice has sounded in the past 24 hours. “It genuinely was just…” she stops, then starts again after a breath, “an accident. A happy accident,” she repeats, sounding firm.

Billy leans back in his chair and rubs at his eyes, ‘cause while he’s glad his dad’s not a complete fucking monster, it still leaves the question of why. Susan’s doing a pretty bang up job of playing the part of wanting to expand the family, except for how she totally fucking sucks at it.

“Do you want this?” he asks after they’ve sat there for another few moments, because he may have asked it in a few different ways already, but he feels like he needs to ask again. “If you genuinely want this, I promise I'll crawl off your dick about it, try keep Max in line, too. But like, do you actually want this, Susan?”

Susan swallows, and can’t meet his eyes.

“There’s a clinic,” he broaches gently, trying not to spook her, “they’re open in an hour. I can take the morning off work, drive you out there. Accidents happen all the time, especially with advanced maternal age pregnancies,” he raises his eyebrows at her when she looks at him with surprise. “Yeah, I google shit.”

Susan's still playing with the toast, ripping the crusts to shreds, and Billy feels like this nightmare could be over so soon, if he could just get her to agree.

“Neil won’t have to know. It’ll just be a tragic accident, another baby lost to the first trimester. You’ll be okay,” he keeps going, “it doesn’t even hurt, I don’t think. They’re like, professional and shit.” Billy thinks maybe he should've done a little more research for this part, outside of the opening hours and availabilities for today, but he’s hoping if she has any questions, he can just offer to book the appointment and ask then.

Susan’s not saying anything, but she’s also not reacting the way Billy thought she would. He honestly was expecting instant refusal, possibly even shock. Maybe a slap across the face, or surprise, even. Instead, she just looks sad, and a little resigned.

They sit there for another few moments, and Billy’s glad he switched with Heather and isn’t on open today, because this entire mornings taking a hell of a lot longer than Billy planned.

“Susan?” he asks quietly, waiting.

That seems to snap her out of it, and she gathers her plate and stands, then walks to the bin to throw the leftovers out. Billy stands too, and leans against the table, watching her wash her plate and leaving it in the rack to air dry.

“Neil got home early,” she says eventually, and Billy’s got no fucking idea where this is going.

He shrugs, makes a ‘go on’ gesture, even though Susans not even looking his way, and Susan just repeats the same thing.

“Neil got home early.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he says, because he’s not fucking following.

“I suspected, so I took the test, and by the time I realised he was home, he was standing in the doorway, and then the timer went off,” she’s facing him now, and she doesn’t look nervous or scared, just frustrated. “It was positive. And Neil was beside me, and he said that maybe this could be a good thing. Good for us.”

“Neil says a lot of things,” Billy says slowly, “they’re mostly all shit, though.”

Susan breathes out a laugh, then goes back to looking frustrated and slightly miserable.

“I don’t get it,” Billy says, because he doesn’t. “Neil said it was gonna be a great time, so you said ‘sure, let’s have a fucking baby!’, simple as that?”

“He came home early,” she repeats, looking at Billy like she’s begging him to understand.

“Yeah,” Billy says hotly, “he’s annoying like that. He’s done it to me, too.”

She sighs, and Billy wishes she would just fucking spit it out already, because it feels big, and he just wants to fucking understand.

“He came home early, and I didn’t have time to deal with it,” she expands, and now the pictures coming together for Billy, finally.

Billy makes a wordless noise, and probably looks like he does when he tries to do math, ‘cause that shit’s confusing, but he’s trying to understand. “He came home early, and you didn’t have time to deal with it,” he repeats, “because, you have dealt with it, before.”

Susan nods, looking relieved, although still miserable.

“You-” he starts, pointing at her, then gestures vaguely to her stomach, “you’ve done this before?”

“Well, I’m not dealing with it this time, but…” she trails off.

“But, you have,” he states, then “once, before?” he asks, fully expecting to get shut down.

“Twice,” she corrects

Billy lets that sit for a second, because, holy fuck, okay.

“Okay, well. Then you know what to do, right?” It's been a wild 12 hours, but Billy’s starting to think it’s gonna get back on track.

Susan looks at him sadly again, like he’s still not getting it, but Billy got it, okay, Billy fully fucking understood it. Neil interrupted her before she could fix it quickly and quietly, but with a bit of figuring out, she should still be able to sort it.

“I’m keeping the baby, Billy,” she says, and Billy wants to bang his head against a wall.

“Okay, but why!” He doesn’t even give a shit anymore about sounding like a fucking child, just wants to understand.

She’s got tears in her eyes again, and Billy’s pretty sure he started this morning with trying to not make her cry, but now he really doesn’t give a damn. She sniffles, and tries to smile at him.

“Because Neil said it could be a good thing, that we could be a family, and-” she cuts herself off and crosses her arms, hugging herself, “and I believe him.”

“‘The fuck are me and Max then?” Billy throws back, “not a good thing? Not your fucking family?” he questions, getting heated.

Susan’s shaking her head, but Billy’s finished with this conversation.

“I have to go to work, have fun being sick, or whatever.” He doesn’t slam the door on the way out, because he’s not Max, but it’s a near thing.

anyway basiacally the summary here is neil and susan have a baby. somehow that's billy's problem. ft him and max literally getting their lives together for reasons they never even considered before

worlds worst employee:

akjdhkjas i am sorry to disappoint but it is Not billy in a cat cafe although that idea sounds amazing please write it! uh it is literally something i have had in my drafts since literally september 2020 and is basically just billy and max going back to california, max for college and billy just because he Needs to. then billy finding the job market is Shit and he has no credentials to his name, no certificates or real experience anywhere aside from lifeguarding, only just scraped through and graduated high school, and fuck him—he is not doing college. so. he goes into hospitality and retail, and builds himself up to be employee of the fucking month despite his foul language and his general bad mood because he's annoyingly good at pretty much anything, and then when he can't be fucked with that job anymore he gets himself fired in usually a very public and spectacular way, then rinse and repeat at the next job. the only job he keeps and puts real effort into is the bar job he managed to score, because it's actually decent, and the tips are killer. also mandy milkovich is there becos i think they should be besties and i think i was watching the ep where she works at that fast food place with the shitty uniform and hat etc and was like. her and billy would raise absolutel hell together. i need them terrorising customers stat.

fire and grace:

title from the hilltop hoods ft ruel song of the same name because she Fits and i lover her

anyway! billy and hopper body swap! pretty sure i already posted a snippet literally again back in like 2020 and have barely touched it since, but! still fun!

"is max safe?" maybe if hop tried a different angle.

billy laughs humorlessly, spinning the glass in his hand, "max is the golden child."

"yeah? heard she didn't even get grounded after that night at the byers."

billy flinches, looking up at hopper, then lowering his eyes again.

"covered for her. big brother of the fucking year," he makes a half hearted cheering motion with one arm before letting it fall back on to his knee.

"that was kind of you,” hopper keeps fishing, knows billy’s gonna clam up for good any minute now, “looking out for her like that." he sits back in his chair.

"yeah, well. she wouldn't last a fucking day in my shoes," billy stands abruptly and starts to pace the small cell before stopping in front of him.

"so, am i in here all night, chief, or are you gonna drop me home now," billy starts drumming his hands on the bars. "not that this heart to heart hasn't been everything school mandated therapy promised me, but you’ve got a kid to go home to, i’ve got a bed to go home to," billy gestures between them, then starts drumming again. "so, what's it gonna be, sir?"

hopper sighs, knows his window of getting anything from billy is more or less closed, and reaches to get the keys.

billy tracks the movement then grins at him. "good choice, old man."

hopper stops to give him a dry look, then unlocks the door, letting billy swing it open. billy swaggers out like he runs the place, finishes the coke still sitting on hop’s desk, and grabs his phone, wallet, and keys. "shotgun," he calls over his shoulder, heading towards the door.

"so,” hopper starts, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, “max wouldn't last a day in your shoes, huh?" they're two streets away from billy’s house, but hop'll be damned if he doesn't give it one last go.

billy hmm’s, staring out the window, giving hopper a quick glance back and a one shouldered shrug.

"so, what? when you leave town and i'm just meant to keep an extra eye out? let her stay in the drunk tank every now and again like i let you. cover for her when she sneaks out with sinclair?" hop's got one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand gesturing around as he talks.

"told her to break it off with sinclair, that’s on her if it blows up in her face. besides," billy says tiredly, before turning to grin at him, his eyes turning ugly, "you wouldn't last a day in my shoes either, chief.”

they're on cherry lane now, and hop knows the second billy walks out, it’s all over. billy will pretend that everything said tonight was never spoken.

“so, you walking me to the front door? no lights on in the house, i could probably sneak in,” billy's leaning down and casing the house, talking more to himself than hop by then end of the sentence.

hop looks at him and looks at the hand clenching on the door handle, the other hand tapping away on his leg, having not stopped once this entire drive.

“your shoes gonna be easier to walk in tomorrow if i let you sneak in?”

“yes, sir,” billy’s face still looks hard, but at the prospect of being able to sneak in, it eases up a little.

hopper sits there for a minute before nodding, unlocking the car with the button on his side.

AND THEN they wake up the next morning having switched bodies. they last a few days before max finally corners billy (hopper) and makes him fess up, because hop didnt realise how fucking terrifying 13 yr old girls could be. el's a fucking saint compared to this hellraiser. max believes them instantly because hop's a terrible actor and after watching chief hopper aka billy stroll into benny's and use his badge and his flirting skills to get free drinks, she's like, yeah thats absolutely some bullshit billy would pull, you don't even need to convince me. also have some vague lil snippets of a bodyswap au between billy & max and also billy & karen because i think they could be literally so fucking. SATISFYING and interesting to like. pick apart and think about askfjhkajds

summer *****:

SAHDFLASHFLKDAHSLKHSAL like. no. maybe? no. it's summer mpreg aka my twd au but ya boi gets knocked up because i AM a simple girl for mpreg and i was TRYING to write twd au as something that i could like. post and publish publicly without being a freak about it but i got like 20k in and was like. actually i'm writing this for myself and EYE wanna see mpreg because it would make ME happy. so i started again and summer ***** is a lot longer than it's orignial self and i haven't touched that version since i started this one oops kjwsafhkasjk

tbf technicallyyyyyyy billy dies like. one day after he figures out he's knocked up. so it's like. is it really mpreg? but then the time travel fix it part comes into effect and it's like yeahhhhh it fuckin is.

uhhh billy max and neil make it to the quarry, billy and daryl are barely on each others rader until the claimers, but they get close after that. get even closer after rick dies, and billy refuses to let daryl move out to his little camp of loneliness alone. don't get together till like 11 yrs into the apocolypse aka reaper era baby!

Billy’s still in bed when Daryl gets in from watch.

“You good?” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt and roughhousing with Dog, who's bouncing around now that there's someone to play with.

“Yo, you good?” he asks again when Billy doesn't reply, throwing his shirt at him.

He still doesn't answer, so Daryl makes his way over to Billy’s unofficial side of the bed, scratching Dog’s ears from where he’s jumped up to lay with him, his head resting on Billy’s hip, and squats down on the ground a bit.

“‘Sup?” he says, ‘cause he’s never gonna be good at this relationship shit, and it’s still so fucking new–barely weeks old–but he knows he wants to fucking try.

Billy huffs a laugh, then his face closes off again, and he tells him to fuck off.

“Fuckin’ burnin’ daylight, man,” he says, not really knowing what else to say. For as lazy as Billy claims to be, he’s never really been the type to lay around all day, even when they had the luxury of it.

Somethin’ ain’t right. Daryl can feel it.

“Feel sick,” Billy finally mumbles out.

Daryl’s seen Billy fight in wars, covered in blood and bruises and guts, then try and build a dollhouse the next day, all because Holly, Judith, and Gracie asked. Seen him throw up from concussions, walk miles and miles and miles on a sprained ankle, carry multiple backpacks with broken ribs, and do it all with barely a flicker of pain crossing his face.

He feels his heart drop, because if Billy's sick, and sick enough to stay in bed and admit to it, then he’s probably fuckin’ already dead.

“You bit?” Daryl rushes, ripping the quilt cover off him, only for Billy to grip it tight and pull it back up.

“Not fucking bit, jesus christ,” he yells, lifting his head off the pillow finally. “‘The fuck would I be laying here for, if I was fuckin’ bit?”

“Hell would I know! You're the one in bed whingin’ ‘bout bein’ sick,” Daryl throws back, leaning back against the wall, still squating.

Billy doesn't bother replying again, just pulls the quilt up higher then sniffles hard.

“You like, regular sick? Or bad sick?” Daryl questions after they've both been silent for a while. Doesn't even expect Billy to reply, but for once, Daryl can't take the quiet.

“Depends,” Billy says thickly, then swallows like he’s trying not to cry.

Daryl waits him out, but Billy seems to not give a fuck that he’s currently keeping him on the verge of a heart attack, and doesn't elaborate.

“Give me somethin’ to work with here, man,” Daryl basically begs.

Billy brings a hand up to his face and rubs roughly at his eyes, Dog jumping off to sit in between Daryl’s legs, before he sits up slowly. He bends his knees slightly and leans forward to rest his arms on them, then lets his head drop forward but turns his face to look at Daryl. Dog rests his head on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

“Threw up most the night, which, whatever, fine. Super chill. Except for the fact I threw up most the night before, too. And the night before that, and the night fucking before that, and basically all last week, and everytime I eat, I feel sick, and fucking everything’s making me nauseous, and right now the smell of Dog might actually kill me, and I swear to fucking god, Daryl, if you knocked me the fuck up–” he chokes, swiping at his eyes and breathing heavily, “you’ll be hearing from my fucking laywers,” Billy ends with, looking suddenly fucking exhausted.

Daryl’s brain short circuits, and he finally slides down the wall to sit properly on the floor, stroking Dog’s back absentmindedly.

“Who the fuck are your lawyers?” he starts with, before shaking his head. Magna, probably. Kelly, too. “That ain’t fuckin’ possible. We’re guys. Don’t got the equipment for that shit.”

Except, there’s been rumours and stories for months now, maybe even years. Of guys getting pregnant. Most dying before reaching full term, body not quite adapting to it the way it should. He’s only heard one story of it being successful and the baby and dad surviving. Two, if you count the one where only the baby made it. Feels lightheaded at the possibility of it, and can feel the heat and sweat prickle his skin.

“Yeah, well. Welcome to the apocalypse. Evolution’s a bitch,” Billy states plainly, throwing his hand out loosely before hanging his head between his arms.

Dog jumps up then, nudging his head forward to lick Billy’s face, and Billy dry heaves on the spot. Daryl quickly grabs Dog and pulls him down, and watches Billy pull himself back together, mask back on.

Billy looks up at Daryl, eyes wet but face emotionless, and shrugs. “So. That’s where we’re at right now.”

Daryl doesn't reply this time. Doesn't have a fucking clue what to say. Can count on one hand how many times him and Billy have even had sex, because this shit’s new, and so so fucking fragile, and now–

Now, Billy could be staring down the barrel of a gun for the next nine months, and no one's gonna be able to pull him out of the line of fire.

“Can we just like–get rid of it?” Daryl asks, ‘cause surely thats fuckin’ safer than whatever this could turn into.

“Jerry said that the couple that stopped by the Kingdom tried that. Still died,” Billy sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Body doesn't know what the fuck it’s doing. Just gotta–” he stumbles, taking in a deep breath before continuing, “just gotta let it run it's course. See what fucking happens,” he finishes, voice cracking and eyes glassy.

They sit there, then, the only sound being Dog panting from his spot lying beside Daryl on the floor. Billy eventually lays back down and pulls the covers up, facing the ceiling. Daryl sits there a moment longer, then pushes himself up. Can't really deal with the possibility of Billy dying–of being the reason he’s gonna die. Grabs his shirt from where it’s fallen to the ground and shrugs it back on.

“The hell are you going?” Billy asks, watching Daryl pour some dog food in Dog’s bowl before heading towards the stairs.

“I need a fuckin’ minute,” he throws over his shoulder, then walks out.

If he had known that that was gonna be one of the last times he’d ever see Billy alive, he never would've left. Would've gotten into bed with him instead, told him some shit about how it was gonna be okay, that they’d work it out. It wouldn't even be bullshit, ‘cause Daryl would've done anything for it to be true.

Instead, he walks out onto the street, finds himself getting dragged into the plan to deal with the Reapers, and by the time he sees Billy next, it’s too late.

He watches Billy die a night later.

They’re running.

Daryl can feel the trees flying past, his lungs on fire, and the Reapers gaining ground. Thinks, he can’t fucking die yet. Billy’ll fucking kill him. He’s still got shit to do. He focuses forward and sees Maggie a ways ahead, Negan somewhere off to his side, and knows it’s gonna be close.

Can hear Billy’s voice in his head, yelling about how this was a stupid fucking plan.

As far as he’s concerned, it’s the only fucking plan.

They slow down eventually, after they’ve put some distance between them and the ones chasing them, and stop in a clearing. Maggie’s already there and waiting, bent over and trying to catch her breath.

“Think we’re clear?”

Daryl takes a second to look behind him, having not heard anything for at least the last few miles, and shoots her a grim look. He can’t be sure. The Reapers were always good at coming out of fucking nowhere.

Negan stumbles in a moment later, and they all take a minute to get themselves sorted and figure out the next best course of action.

“Probably should’ve gone with the kid’s plan, ‘cause this shit? This shit is not fucking working,” Negan complains, leaning against a tree. “I don’t run for my Iife, okay, people run from me.”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Daryl says, barely sparing him a glance, before taking in where they are. “We’re still too close, gotta move. Let’s go.”

They barely make it a foot out of the clearing before the Reapers are surrounding them from all sides. One comes up behind Maggie and drags her into the middle, another herding Negan in close, and two more close in on Daryl.

“Found this one by himself,” they hear from behind, and Daryl feels dread settle in his veins. They all struggle to turn, trying to shake off the hands holding them in place, and once turned, Daryl feels his entire body stop. Looks at the struggling body being held captive by Pope–taking in the hood over their head, the rings on their fingers, the shitty tattoo on their wrist, and the way they refuse to stay fucking still, even when completely in the shit–and he knows. “One of yours, I presume?”

He hears Maggie let out a sob from beside him, and Negan let out a quiet ‘well, shit.’

“What was the plan, may I ask, because you have to know we’re smarter than this.” Pope questions.

This wasn’t the fucking plan, Daryl wants to yell. They vetoed this plan. Billy pitched it, tried to bang on about how he could bait the Reapers out and buy them all some time, and him and Maggie fucking benched him for it.

He should be back at Alexandria and in bed, because he’s sick.

Not here, in the middle of the fucking woods–in the middle of fucking Reaper territory–with some old fuck gripping him around the throat and some other freak holding an honest to god grim reaper axe behind his back.

Billy shouldn’t be here right now, is all his mind can think.

Daryl looks at him and suddenly feels the weight of their unfinished conversation from yesterday sit heavy on his chest. Billy said he was basically already dead, and Daryl fucking walked. Had to, ‘cause he knew he wasn't thinking clearly. His mind going ‘round in circles trying to figure out how to salvage this mess. Knows that the only thing walking out did was piss Billy off, but fuck. It felt like the smartest choice at the time. What did Billy expect? Daryl to handle that shit rationality? Like him dropping the fact that he was pregnant–a fucking death sentence in this world–and that he was going to lose him, was something he could just roll with.

He needed a fucking minute.

Shit, he still needs a fucking minute.

Looking at him now, Daryl realises there's a chance he’s gonna lose him anyway.

“Just–please…” Maggie starts, knowing damn well they have no bargaining power.

Pope casts a look at the guy holding the axe beside him, and Daryl barely has a second to prepare himself before the axe is sticking out of Billy’s chest, his muffled screams bouncing off the trees.

“No!” Maggie yells, and Daryl feels like this has to be a nightmare. Like if he could just wake up, it would be yesterday, and he could do the day right.

He just needs to go back to yesterday, and wake the fuck up.

Pope takes that moment to rip the hood off Billy’s head, then yank the improvised mouth gag off as well. Billy stumbles forward a bit, adjusting to the small amount of light, before Pope pulls him back roughly and he has to scramble to get his feet under himself.

Daryl sees the moment he realises how fucked he is. Watches his eyes widen when he sees them all lined up in front of him, his eyes scanning the clearing and finding all the Reapers scattered around. He looks down at his chest then, taking in the axe that’s poking out, and looks back up.

“Think both our plans were shit, to be fair,” he chokes out, and Daryl’s actually gonna kill him, when they all survive this.

If they all survive this.

“We’re not here to make a deal with you, or to come to an agreement. You killed some of ours, now we’ll kill one of yours. Not the fairest of trades, but it’ll do for tonight.” Pope narrates, and Daryl barely has time to blink before another Reaper is stepping out of the dark, pulling out a sword. He hears more than sees what happens next, and is lunging forward to get to Billy before he can stop himself.

Negan yanks him back at the last second, somehow breaking free from his own hostage holder, and Daryl can only watch on as the sword now buried straight through Billy’s gut drips fresh blood, piercing him from behind. Billy screams, loud and unforgiving and shaking the whole damn forest, his legs giving out. Pope’s grip holds strong, though, and Billy doesn’t even have a chance to fall. He lets out another yell as he gets his feet under him, the weapons in his chest and torso pulling, and stares at the growing blood stain over his stomach, his shoulders jerking like he’s doing everything he can to free his arms.

Daryl can’t fucking breath.

The entire forest is silent except for Billy’s cries of pain, and his own and Maggie’s crying. Didn’t even know he was crying, until now.

Slowly, Billy looks up at him, his face fucking shattered.

Daryl knows then and there that this is it. Can see the grief in his eyes, like he’s already begging for forgiveness, and suddenly Daryl’s fucking furious.

He wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight. Maggie already told him exactly what she thought of his plan, and Daryl went off at him the second she finished.

It was a shitty fucking plan.

And if he had just fucking listened, he would be safe right now.

He would be home.

Billy coughs up some blood then, and all the anger drains right back out of him.

“It’s okay,” Billy chokes out, tears streaming down his face and trying to smile around the blood pooling in his mouth and dripping down his chin. “I’m okay.”

He coughs again, and Daryl wants to tell him to stop talking, to save his breath, but can’t make his mouth move. Negan’s still holding him back, and Daryl knows if he let go, he’d fucking sink. He swallows roughly, feeling himself leaning into Negan more heavily, refusing to break eye contact with Billy.

“I’ll be right behind you, promise,” Billy says, or tries to, more blood than voice, and Daryl only knows he said it ‘cause he knows him.

Daryl finally feels his mouth move.

Manages to push Billy’s name past his lips before Pope pulls him back up tall and clears his throat.

“Any last words?” He asks, dragging a hook like weapon up to Billy’s throat, and Billy’s on his tippy-toes now, trying to escape the pressure of it, eyes fucking terrified.

The Reapers that were holding them in place seem to step back in sync, and Daryl rolls out his now free shoulder, Maggie falling to her knees.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Negan breathes out, sounding genuinely fucked up. He pulls Daryl back, though, and reaches a hand out to pull at Maggie, too.

Billy’s eyes flick to him, and Daryl sees him give Negan a ghost of a nod, his face finally finding some peace.

Pope smiles at them, then starts dragging Billy away by the hook, Billy stumbling to keep his neck up and his feet moving, the blade ready to slit his throat at the slightest misstep. Daryl watches until he can’t see them anymore, dread filling his stomach at the knowledge that Billy’s gonna die alone; with no one there to hold his hand, no one to comfort him in his last moments. Knows it was one of the only fears he had left–dying alone.

He tries to push down the ugly part of him, born out of years of watching his loved ones die, that's relieved that he doesn't have to see it this time.

Negan pulls at him once the last of the Reapers have disappeared, Maggie already up and waiting with an outstretched hand.

They run.

Billy’s screams start back up a minute later, and after putting enough distance between them and the enemy, they stop and duck behind a fat as fuck tree, and listen to his final moments. It’s the closest they can get to being there for him, he thinks. Billy’s screams go on for what feels like eternity, before cutting off abruptly, like someone turned the lights out. Maggie’s gripping his hand, and he thinks he lets out a sob. Can feel her bury her head in his shoulder, her small frame shaking, and he realises he’s shaking just as much.

“We gotta move,” Negan says, breaking the silence after a minute, sounding like he actually regrets it.

Daryl casts one last look over his shoulder, before letting Maggie pull him forward.

They’ll come back in the morning to find his body, and make sure he gets put to rest. Daryl won’t let him become another Rick.

Daryl splits back to Alexandria, even though Maggie tries to convince him to come back to Hilltop, telling him she doesn't want him to be alone, then changing tactics and saying it isn't safe to split up yet. Daryl shrugs her off, and by the time he makes it home, he feels completely numb. He takes one look at the empty and cold bed, with its sheets and quilt cover half falling off–exactly the way Billy left it, and turns right back around. Dog spends the first five minutes jumping all over him, excited to see him, before picking up that something’s wrong, and by then Daryl can't really keep his shit together. He makes himself at home on the front porch, legs stretched out long in front of him and Dog resting his head on his leg, running a calming hand up and down his back, and then–he fucking breaks.

Wishes with everything he has in him that he could go back to yesterday, to do everything all over again, or maybe back to a few weeks ago, so they never get themselves into that situation in the first place.

Thinks, if he could just do everything again, he’d save everyone.

Wakes up the next morning to Dog licking his face and Negan standing above him, a bottle of water outstretched towards him.

“Time to go,” he says, looking like hell. “Let’s go find the kid.”

Daryl accepts the drink and pushes himself up.

Time to bring Billy home.

THANKS FOR LISTENING IF U MADE IT THIS FAR i have had FUN sorry for literally all of this i love you

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m0uchie · 4 months

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POOKIE I BEG OF U MAKE AN AYATO FANFIC PLS 🥺🥺🙏🙏

𐙚 working hours

⟡ Ayato tries to work, but to his dis(pleasure) you’re home today

— pairing : kamisato ayato x afab!reader

— warnings : NSFW; choking; cockwarming; creampie; reader is needy and Ayato is a meanie

— a/n : 🫡🫡🫡 a bit short cuz I wrote this today, I hope it’s good

Ayato was a busy man, most of the time engrossed in his work, lost in thought as he scribbled away on a stack of papers. Wrist tired from working so hard, with the intention of always keeping documents signed and well delivered before the deadline, so that there would be no room for any weakness to be seen, maintaining order on the Kamisato clan.

You, on the other hand, worried about Ayato. He barely had time for you, and when you traveled, that didn't stop him from getting involved in more work outside of home, you just wanted him to take a break every now and then and look at you.

It seemed a little selfish, but you knew it wasn’t just for your sake — despite focusing more on having his presence more constantly — but for his well-being too.

He however was finding it hard to ignore you now. You kept teasing him, poking him playfully and trying to get his attention at all costs. But regardless of your efforts, he still remained focused on his work.

Frustrated by the lack of response, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You straddled him from behind, pressing your breasts against his back as you began to playfully nibble on his earlobe. This served to further distract him from his tasks at hand. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to concentrate until you got what you wanted, you tried to escalate things, and that leads us to your current situation: Ayato's girthy cock filling your pussy to the brim as he continued his activities. Pen in hands and impeccable handwriting, not even shaking and returning to scratching the paper. This happened right after he let out a heavy sigh and turned to you with a serious look, done with your teasings as he pulled you onto his lap. “Now you’re going to wait until I’m done, okay honey?” While his cock slid effortlessly into your wet pussy, making you gasp in delight as you felt yourself being filled with his thickness. However, everything ends up being a sweet dream in your mind, a dream in which you thought he would make you cum several times on his dick and finally give you attention, being replaced by reality where Ayato held you steady, a mere punishment of cockwarming him as he signed countless papers on the table, making sure that you couldn't move to take advantage of his length for your own pleasure or escape from his grasp.

Your heart raced, and your thoughts swirled as you tried to process the conflicting emotions coursing through your veins. On one hand, you were aroused beyond belief, the thought of how big his dick felt inside you made you self conscious. On the other, you were frustrated by your inability to voice your needs or request anything from him. A long silence filled the room, only the wet sounds coming from your intimacies together could be heard. Your walls couldn't stop the spasms around his cock, and you occasionally let out small moans in his ear, desperate for some kind of friction.

The minutes passed, and your body jolted in place when you heard his pen hitting the table, lifting your head to look when you felt his hands running through your body, one to give your ass a good squeeze while the other hand pulled you closer to him, easily slipping his cock deeper inside you.

He stopped writing!! :0

Your moans were silenced in a frenzied kiss, tongues dancing in harmony. Slowly, his fingers traced down your neck, making you shiver and arch your back, offering yourself fully to him.

“Hm~ you waited for so long, didn’t you? I can feel it when your greedy hole clenches around my cock” you nod, eyes already full of tears and clit throbbing with need. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?” You nod with your head again, and his thumb brushes lightly over your wet face, wiping away a tear that flowed down your cheek.

With a devious grin, he wraps his strong hands around your throat, pulling your head back slightly as he leaned in to capture your full lips with his own. His cock, already hardened inside of you, began to move with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait? Are you that desperate for some cock that you can’t wait, my love? What a whore…” As he choked you softly, you moaned in pleasure, your legs wrapping around him in response to his harsh words, which only contributed in making you more horny. His hands tightened around your throat, slowly constricting your windpipe. You gasped for breath, eyes widened in shock and strangely, arousal. Your heart raced as he continued, his cock moving in and out of your pussy, tip hitting very close to your cervix.

Without warning, Ayato released his hold on your neck and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. This unexpected move left you vulnerable and exposed, letting you even more susceptible to his advances. He sloppily slides the papers to the corner of the table, throwing you on top of it instead. “Now I’m going to fill your pussy with cum for what you did, is that okay with you?” You moan in response, even if he’s not going to hear what you have to say anyway. Pussy dripping with excitement as he held you even tighter, his body on top of you, his breath quickened almost as much as yours, and his dick was now hitting deep inside you at a much harder and faster pace than before. Your whole body moved along with the fragile table, and your thighs were pushed against your breasts while he marked you with several hickies all over your collarbone.

“Cum for me now, baby~ mmpfh..” He brings one hand down to stimulate your clit while thrusting into you. “I’m going to cum really deep and you won’t… h-haa you won’t let a drop go to waste, will you?” You know that you would be without his attention again for a long time, and you should take advantage of it “ahh- yes yes yes, I'm not going to mmm~” you squirt around his cock and he smiles mischievously, not stopping the abuse of your still sensitive walls.

You felt dizzy, body numb and whimpering as you realized another orgasm was coming, and it came at the same time as his, thick spurts of his cum filling your womb while your tight hole milked his cock dry. His hips didn't stop moving until he deposited all of his pleasure inside you, low moans escaping your throat and fading as your bodies cooled down.

You may have received one punishment, but you would do it again to be punished again and again, no matter how much worse he is to your body. He can use you to relieve stress as many times as he wants, you will always be grateful for his attention. ♡

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aqpippin · 1 year

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thank you cece, @purplejan, for the tag !! 💌

✨ 16 questions for 16 mutuals ✨

1. Are you named after anyone?

my dad likes to say I’m named after his favourite guns n roses song, I don’t know if that’s actually true but either way it’s 🥹

2. When was the last time you cried?

like Thursday night sjsjs I was driving too I was just getting too into the music

3. Do you have kids?

I don’t and I’m open to kids but also if I don’t have them it’s okay 😌 I have so many little nieces and nephews though so I get all the fun and snuggles with no responsibility except being the fun wine aunt 🥂

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

oh constantly I love it

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair and freckles !! I’m so obsessed with noticing freckles I love them

6. What’s your eye color?

blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings always, I hate scary movies

8. Any special talents?

being able to hold drinks between and under my tits, it’s quite a show on a night out

9. Where were you born?

australia

10. What are your hobbies?

cooking/baking, writing, driving along the coast with the windows down and music loud, puzzle books

11. Do you have any pets?

we have a family dog but she lives with my parents !! I miss her so much 🥹

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I’m not a sporty gal whatsoever 🥴 I used to do little athletics (like a track and field club) but I hated it sjsjs I wasn’t good at anything except discus and the walk 💀 but I’ve always loved to swim so I swam individually and would swim in relay triathlons!!

13. How tall are you?

like 5′6 (167cm) the last time I measured !!

14. Favourite subject in school?

extension 1 english, social studies, and food technology !! they came so easily to me and the teachers were a VIBE I loved those classes sm

15. Dream job?

I would LOVE to be a clinical nurse educator and a clinical nurse specialist!! nursing education is my true love honestly I could teach and watch people learn forever it’s so 🥹🫶🏼 would also love to become a cns but I’m not sure what I would specialise in, my areas of interest are haematology oncology and palliative care so probably one of those!

16. Sunset or sunrise?

sunsets for sure !! I’m a sleep in girlie I’m never up for the sunrise

hello idk who has done this and who hasn’t so pls ignore me but I’m tagging (with zero pressure) -- @thecollectionsof @junosjukebox @myhusbandharryhamilton @sweetestberryofthebunch @petitmonde @missjansport

#games with friends

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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ before i let go ⠀ 〳 ⠀ z.yeager ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) late-night lovemaking with zeke without realizing this was the last time.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning !! afab reader, her/she pronouns, reader is black coded, soft!zeke, i probably wrote him ooc (pls bare with me. this was my first time writing in the canon aot verse), a very self-indulgent cause you know i'm one out of maybe 23 members of the zeke simps (we out here and we so hot, love y'all zeke simps <33), lovemaking bc i am practicing writing softcore smut, babymaking love, mentions of weapons, usage of spit, canon verse, reader is a weapons engineer for marley, marleyan!reader, takes place right before the scouts attack marley, i'll think about if this should get a part two lol, minors dni pls.

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YOUR TEETH GRAZED AT YOUR LOWER LIP WHILE YOU WERE SCRIBBLING ON THE PIECE OF PAPER. The little lamp on the side of the dresser illuminated the bedroom as you were sketching a weapon. You had this thing where your mind never went to sleep when you had an idea in your mind. Being a part of a team that designed weapons wasn’t particularly the dream job you wanted nor expected. But you were good at drawing and that made you a good asset to design weapons to defend the land you resided on. The eraser end of your pencil tapped at your lip as you could feel the man sleeping right next to your stir in his sleep.

You were trying so hard not to wake him, especially given that you promised you’ll go to sleep at a reasonable time and not let your work keep you up. But you couldn’t help it. You had a deadline to meet and your brooding boyfriend couldn’t particularly stop that. No matter if he was a part of the notorious Marley Warriors. The light from the lamp seemed to bother him, shuffling under the thin sheets and grasping to tug you closer. That’s when he knew you were doing the unthinkable.

“It’s time for you to get some sleep,” His voice came off sluggish as his blue-colored eyes stared up at her.

“Okay, I’m done, Zeke.” You huffed as you closed the notebook. You had placed the book on the dresser.

“It’s a big day tomorrow, you know?” Zeke questioned. “Plus, I told you. The more you bring work home, the more stress you get.”

You noticed he’s been saying that all week. You would only let out a hum in response, especially considering that you didn’t even know what the hell he was talking about. You asked your friends over tea and they would only make subtle jokes about proposing. You still remembered how hot your cheeks became at the thought of it. You marrying a Marley warrior.

You let out a sigh climbing under the sheets after turning the lamp off. You snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in the body heat that heats your body like a freshly dried blanket. Your eyes shifted closed as you tried to force yourself to sleep. However, you’ve been dating Zeke for a while. He could read you like a book.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Your face was buried into the crook of his. Inhaling his scent of cigarettes and pine before speaking, “This big day thing, I want to know what is it?” You questioned.

Silence.

The moon shines into the room, if you listened closely you could hear the crickets outside the home. You lifted your head up and even though the darkness, Zeke knew the curious doe-eyed look you were giving him.

“It’ll all make sense soon love,” He’s placing a kiss on top of your head before attempting to go back to sleep.

“Are you planning to propose? If yes, I think this is the perfect timing to admit that I want a child,” You bluntly admitted.

You only received a dry chuckle from your boyfriend. You could feel his fingertips tracing up the silk nightgown you wore. Like clockwork, your skin is decorated with goosebumps that send a shiver down your spine. “A child, huh?”

A soft gasp came out of your mouth when you felt Zeke’s body climb on top of you. You felt breathless as you stared at him. Your words took a sudden halt as you looked at him. Despite the only source of light being the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, you still could see those crystal blue eyes that caused you to fall in love. “Mhmm, a child. Preferably two. Twins.”

You could feel Zeke’s nose nuzzle at your neck. He shifted himself in between your legs so he wouldn’t squash you under his weight. You could feel his facial hair prickle at your soft brown skin causing you to giggle. “You really been thinking about that?”

“Mhm, it’s the least I can do while I design warfare weapons,” You let out a relaxed sigh when you felt his lips kiss your skin.

“I can give you that before I go.”

You didn’t even notice those words tumbling out of Zeke’s mouth. You were too caught up in your skin growing hotter with each nibble on your neck. You moved your neck to the side just to give him more excess. Your teeth grazed at your lip holding back the weary moan you wanted to let out. Zeke’s fingertips traced alongside your thigh, dancing ever so slowly up the silk nightgown you wore. You felt the pad of his index and middle finger rub your folds through your panties. He was so eager just to feel the wetness on his fingers, that he yanked your panties down your thighs with ease. You could feel the cool air hit your cunt as Zeke lured you into a passionate kiss.

The kiss was intense. Your lips moved in sync so intensely that if you kissed hard enough you could taste the mint of the toothpaste he used. A moan escaped your mouth as you could feel Zeke’s kisses linger lower and lower. His rough large hands tugged the nightgown up to your waist with ease. He was so eager to get a taste of you. Eager to fulfill your needs.

You choked up a gasp when you felt the crisp air hit your cunt when Zeke tugged down your panties. Your cheeks grew hot watching as he tossed the piece of clothing behind him before once again taking place in between your thighs. Even though you two had sex countless times. You still felt that nervous pit form in your stomach and your skin got so warm as if it was the first time the two of you were having sex. You still could remember the first time you two had sex, more specifically the shameless smile you had on your face as you stepped into the office to be met with Pieck.

You nearly jumped seeing the brunette spread out on the lounging chair in the office. Your eyebrows instantly raised at her as you stumbled into the office fifteen minutes late and off maybe about five hours of sleep. Your thighs were sore from the previous night, your uniform hid the various marks on your body, and frankly, you should have called in sick. Your colleagues were already head deep into their work, as you plop down at your desk letting out a yawn.

“Certain beast kept you up all night?” Pieck questioned as she flipped through one of the sketchbooks filled with weapons you designed that never made the final stage.

You ignored Pieck’s words not wanting your business to be out there for the whole weaponry department to hear. “What brings you here Pieck?” You asked, looking over the documents that were left on your desk.

“They sent me to get an update on whatever weapon I’ll be carrying for this mission,” Pieck said as she looked up from the book.

“We’re fixing it up now, did they not give you a copy of the design. I sent over multiple copies.” You went through the files searching for the file to show Pieck the pictures.

“No, they’re more worried about if I can carry it,” She huffed. “Now, you never answered my question,” she says.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. The friendship between you two has always been quite interesting. Pieck was the first warrior you had met due to her constantly carrying a lot of the weapons you designed. It was nice having a woman to talk to on some days considering that the department you worked in was filled with men. So having Pieck around pestering you occasionally wasn’t all that bad.

“Yes.” You uttered as you gave her the file. Even with what you told her, she wasn’t even going to pay attention to the papers you gave her.

“And how was it?” Pieck asked. Her brown colored eyes were filled with curiosity and she was so impatient for your answer.

“It’s none of your business, now tell your superiors that the weapon could get finished before the end of the week.” You shooed your friend away as you heard her let out a dramatic sigh but she hugged the file close to her chest and stood up to leave your workspace.

“I’ll just ask Zeke instead!” Pieck loudly says before leaving.

The distant memory that swirled around in your mind was interrupted by the kitten licks Zeke placed on your cunt. You let out a relaxed sigh feeling the wetness of his tongue touch you in such an explicit manner. Your brain instantly fuzzes up to be only able to purr out Zeke’s name. The lewd sound of Zeke slurping up your wetness as if he was a starving dog caused your fingers to instantly comb through his blonde hair. Your shifting closed while your hips rolled for more friction. Zeke's hands spread your thighs apart just as you whined about how good it felt. The delicate feeling of his tongue flickering at your clit caused your body to shudder and moans to roll off your tongue. Just as your back arched due to the desirable pleasure, you felt Zeke remove himself from your sensitive clit with a pop. His lips begin to place teasingly kisses on your thighs to ethereal bite marks that would leave a visible imprint that only he could see.

“Zeke,” You whined. “Why’d you stop? I was so close,” You huffed as your fingertips traced alongside his toned abs.

“Remember the first time we had sex?” Zeke asked as he was tugging on the silk nightgown you wore. He helped you out of it, tossing it on the wooden floors without a care in the world.

“How could I forget about it?” You asked as you let out a dreamy sigh remembering that night.

You could hear him let out a chuckle as he was removing his boxers. His dick was rock hard instantly. Throbbing to feel the warmth of your drooling cunt clutching around him effortlessly. Zeke grabbed a hold of your thighs dragging you closer to him. You could feel the tip of his dick brush against your entrance. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip anticipating the feeling of Zeke’s cock stretching you out. You watched with so much eagerness as his hand went up to spit in his hand. The sound of him stroking his cock turned you on. When Zeke begin to inch himself inside you bit by bit, your hand instantly went to clutch the sheets below your naked body. You let out a hiss trying to adjust to his size. However, you could feel Zeke’s large hand take a hold of yours. His fingers intertwine with yours. He’s placing soft kisses on the back of your palm as his hips continue to rock forward into you. “Shhh, you can take it (Y/N).” He assured.

You were paying so close attention to his soothing gesture that you didn’t even notice that he was fully inside of you. His hips jolted forward at a slow pulsating pace. Your moans echoed the room as your hands pulled Zeke closer. With each thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your mouth gasped open to let out a string of moans. The hold he had on your hand was released as he gripped your thigh to attempt to feel more of you. The feeling of the way you clutched around him caused the Marley warrior to groan in pure pleasure.

Your arms snaked around Zeke’s neck to attempt to bring him closer. Your lips which felt like they were swollen due to your consistent biting on them placed kisses on his shoulder with each rock of his hips. Your legs locked around his waist completely trapping him from taking away your pleasure. You wanted to savor this moment without interruptions. The headboard of the bed you two were in was knocking aggressively against the cream-colored walls. For a minute, it seemed like your moans were battling with the sound of the headboard until Zeke's hand went up to hold the headboard. His thrusting continued until you could feel the fiery pit that was forming in the bass of your stomach.

The thing is, you knew Zeke quite well on some days and then you didn’t on other days. The one thing you knew about him was when he was ready to unravel himself from the intense fever of cumming. The intense feeling of breeding you to the rim as you claw at the skin on his back. His blonde hair would fall in his face. His lip would twitch before he would let his teeth nibble onto it. His grasp on your sweat-coated body parts a bit tighter. He’ll mumble something about loving you and cherishing you right before he releases himself.

A short-winded groan trembled past his lips as the movement in his hips grew sloppy. You could feel the mess in between your thighs as you were coming down from the temporary feeling of your orgasm. Your thighs quivered slightly as Zeke slowly pulled out of you before plopping down next to you. Breathless paints filled the air as the moon shined through the cream-colored curtain, your body felt like it was shutting down. As your eyelids grew sleepy while nuzzling against your brooding boyfriend, you could hear him mumbling something before placing a kiss on top of your head.

YOU COULD FEEL THE SUN KISS YOUR KISS INDICATING that the morning has finally come upon you. You were expecting to feel the wrath of Zeke’s arms around you, but when your arms reached around the bed, it was empty. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you sat grasping at the sheets to cover your bare body. Your muscles were aching for you to take a warm bath before starting your day, but confusion still fizzled at your brain causing you to be stuck.

“Zeke?” You called out.

Silence.

You climbed out of bed clutching the sheets closer to her chest. You tugged on the nightgown you wore to go search for him. Maybe he was in the kitchen, but as you searched the house it was empty. Quiet. You could hear each step you took on the brown wooden floors. The house was as quiet as ever.

You brushed it off as he probably had some early duties to attend to. You decided to take a shower to relieve your aching muscles. When you were getting ready, you kept thinking about the words Zeke was saying the previous night. You sat at the vanity tugging on your earrings before letting your fingertips trace alongside the purple-colored hickey that was tattooed on your brown skin. You were so caught on trying to think of ways to cover up the scandalous patch upon your skin, you didn’t even notice the paper on the vanity.

You picked up the paper and your eyes quickly scanned over it. You could recognize Zeke’s handwriting if your life depended on it, so you knew that he wrote the letter. The ink that stained the paper smelled fresh also and you could tell he wrote it in a hurry just by the way his y’s curved slightly. As you were reading the letter, you could feel a rush of emotions overcome your body. You were so confused about what you were reading.

“This can’t be true.” You mumbled to yourself, but you remember his words from last night. You remembered his actions from last night.

His words lingered off his tongue as if he was saying goodbye. His lips kissed you as if he wasn’t going to see you anymore. His hips crashed forward into the softness of your thighs like it was the last ‘I love you’ action that he was going to give you.

Your boyfriend was about to betray Marley.

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Hi! could you add me (@shaded-echoes-recs) to your tasm!peter (and andrew garfield if you have one) taglist? Also, could you do an AG x reader where famous!r (an actress, singer-songwriter as well but mostly an actress) ends up accidentally outing her crush on AG in an interview (ex tonight show) and it turns out her most recent single (abt crushing on someone who doesn't know her) was about him and then they end up working on a film together & shes embarrased but he likes her and they date?pls!

The Slip-up | A.G.

📝 Title: The Slip-up (x actress/singer-songwriter!reader)

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Let's face it, even celebrities have celebrity crushes. But what if you had accidentally let slip your little crush on Andrew Garfield in an interview? | 2.6k

Love knows no bounds and even celebrities have celebrity crushes.

And to say that you simply adored and admired Andrew Garfield would be the understatement of the century.

You were literally one of his biggest fans.

And after a quiet Monday morning, one of your biggest dreams had come true.

“Good morning, I am speaking to Y/N L/N, right?” A voice said as soon as you picked up the call.

“Yep.” You answered nonchalantly, stirring your coffee, you hadn’t auditioned for anything so far so you didn't know what this call was for, “This is she.”

“So, I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda.” The voice introduced, “Since you’re this amazing actress and singer-songwriter and you were highly recommended by one of our cast members - I was wondering if you’d be interested in starring in a romance musical?”

You nearly spewed out your coffee, not believing in the slightest that the director of Tick, Tick… Boom! was casting you, “That would literally be a dream come true! Thank you so much for this opportunity! And is it okay if I also get to know who highly recommended me so that I could thank them too?”

“Um,” Lin trailed off for a bit, as if talking to someone else on the other end of the line, “for now, the person wishes to remain anonymous - but, I’m sure you’ll get to know them really well once we start the shooting.”

“Okay then,” you smiled, “Thank you, again, so much for this wonderful opportunity and I can’t wait to start.”

The next day, your manager delivered the script to your house and you swear that you could’ve fainted once you took a look at the cast list.

Immediately picking up your phone and ringing up your manager, you asked, “Please reassure me that you didn’t by any chance give me the wrong script.”

You could practically hear her smile as she answered, “Now when I have done that to you? I’m guessing that you’re over the moon with who your co-star, or rather leading man, is?”

You couldn’t stop the heat that rose up to grace your cheeks, “Maybe?”

She chuckled, “C’mon, like you don’t gush on about him all the time, especially when we’re alone.”

“Fine.” You giggled, “This is literally the best day of my life.”

A beat of silence followed before you spoke up, “You anticipated this call didn’t you?”

Another laugh came, “Let’s just say that I had an inkling as to how you would react.”

“Oh and remember that you have to head to the recording studio later today to record your new single.” She reminded.

“Yep. I don’t have anything else today, so I won’t forget that.” You said.

–

“How’re you feeling?” Your makeup artist asked as she put the finishing touches on your look for your interview.

You shrugged, taking a deep breath, “Well, it’s always nerve wracking before a show or an interview, you just kind of forget it once you’re already doing it.”

You were then brought backstage, where you waited for your cue to enter the studio.

“Now let us welcome an amazing actress and singer-songwriter, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy announced to the already buzzing crowd.

You smiled as you walked onstage.

“Nice to be back, Jimmy!” You smiled as you gave the host a hug and took a seat.

“We definitely have a lot to catch up on.” Jimmy smiled, “But, first things first. We just have to talk about your latest single, Heart’s Desire.”

“Of course.” You chuckled, “You can ask me anything.”

“So, first of all, I’m guessing that Heart’s Desire is about crushing, or rather having feelings, for someone who doesn’t know about you.” Jimmy said.

You nodded, “Yes, it is.”

“And with the line Even if I just met you on a tv screen | you never fail to make my heart beam, were you going for anything specific? What exactly is the story behind your single?”

“Well,” You smiled, “specifically, it is about having a celebrity crush. I mean, I’m pretty sure a majority of the world’s population at least had one celebrity crush in their life. So, I just wanted to convey that feeling in the song. Especially since I took inspiration from my own celebrity crush, Andrew Garfield-”

You suddenly stopped, eyes widening as a hand flew to your mouth at the realization of what you had just admitted to live television.

Jimmy laughed as the crowd went wild.

“This is so much better than I’ve ever thought.” Jimmy chuckled, “I’m pretty sure that this is trending as we speak and as soon as commercials roll around the fan edits will be flying all over the place.”

“This is so mortifying.” You muttered, hiding your face in your hands to try and contain the heat in your cheeks.

“Well, you can’t blame me. I didn’t pull that out of you, you said it on your own free will.” Jimmy joked.

You sighed, giving a small smile, “Thank goodness Andrew doesn’t have social media then - hopefully he doesn’t see these through his secret accounts.”

The host flashed a teasing grin, acting as if he was just thinking out loud, “You know, maybe I could get Andrew here in about 3 to 4 weeks. Yeah, that seems like a good idea, it’s been quite some time.”

You jokingly glared at him causing the audience to howl with laughter, “Don’t you even dare Jimmy. I swear, I’ll come to haunt you for the rest of your life after I die from embarrassment.”

“C’mon it’ll be fun. But, to move on to my next question, rumor has it that you’ll be working on a new movie with him.”

–

“Am I dreaming?” You asked your manager as you pulled up to the shooting location.

“No.” She chuckled as she handed the script over to you, “You’ve been rereading the cast list every single day for the last two weeks - if this was a dream, I’m sure you would’ve woken up by now.”

“Good point.” You shrugged, taking a deep breath before opening the car door and stepping out, “Wish me luck!”

“Just make sure not to fangirl too much and don’t gush poetically about his eyes and you’ll do fine.” She teased before you stepped into the studio.

“Do I gush poetically about his eyes?” You asked yourself before heading to the room where the chemistry read would be conducted.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you looked up to see that, aside from you, Andrew was the only one in the room.

He gave you that dreamy smile that always managed to make you melt into a puddle of goo, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You said quietly, returning the smile, “Where’s everyone?”

Andrew shrugged, patting the space next to him on the couch, “Lin might’ve texted our managers that he’ll be running a bit late because something came up.”

As you sat down, a small ding came from your phone, checking it you saw the text from your manager.

You’re welcome. Remember, avoid gushing about him - do it when you’re dating. 😉

“Looks like she thought it was a good idea to tell me now.” You chuckled, sliding your phone back in your pocket, “So, if you knew that Lin was going to be late - why are you here this early?”

“Just thought it would calm down some nerves.” He said, running a hand through his hair, “Especially since I’ll be working alongside the great Y/N L/N.”

You weren’t able to hide the surprised look that suddenly overtook you, “You know me?”

Andrew flashed another smile, his cheeks being painted with a tint of pink but you assumed that it was just the heat of summer, “Of course I do. I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re not just an amazing actress but also a brilliant singer-songwriter.”

You looked away in an attempt to contain the rising heat in your cheeks, “Thanks. I mean, not that you’re not such a wonderful actor yourself because you are.”

Before your co-star could reply, the door suddenly swung open as Lin walked in,

“Sorry I’m late, shall we start?”

–

“And cut!” Lin shouted as the scene came to an end, “Brilliant as always Andrew and Y/N, take a 5 and we’ll film scene 46 next.”

“Scene 46 right?” Andrew asked as he flipped through the script.

You nodded, reading the script over his shoulder, “What scene do they want us to do next?”

Andrew felt his heart beating faster as he answered, “The kissing scene.”

“The kissing scene?” You repeated, feeling the butterflies come alive in your stomach.

“Yeah.” He said before turning to face you, “Why? You’re scared that you won’t be able to stop kissing me afterwards?”

You smiled, ignoring the possibility of your cheeks showing just how flustered you were, “Me? No way. Maybe what you’re trying to say, Garfield, is that you won’t be able to stop kissing me.”

He takes a step closer to you, giving a shy smile, “Then I have a proposition for you.”

“And that is?” You asked.

“Why don’t we test that theory out? And come to think of it, we can hit two birds with one stone - we can already practice the scene and test the theory at the same time.” Andrew suggested despite the own nerves he was feeling.

You took a deep breath, licking your lips before you answered quietly, “Sure why not?”

Andrew slowly leaned, his breath almost tickling your cheek, closing your eyes as your heart beated in anticipation - your dreams were about to come true.

But before anything else could happen, the speakers suddenly turned on as the voice of your director echoed through the room, “Now, where is Y/N and Andrew - wherever you two are please head to the set. We still have more scenes to film, and unfortunately, 5 hours may not be enough.”

The two of you looked at each other, both you and Andrew’s cheeks starting to turn red.

“I think we better head there now.” You muttered quietly.

Andrew nodded, walking out of the room with you.

–

“You know that paparazzi will have something to say about this right?” You smiled, as you and Andrew stepped out of the car that brought you to the location of your premiere.

He shrugged, “The paparazzi always have something to say about everything. So what, if we came in the same car together for the premiere. One, it saves the earth from a whole ton of pollution. Two, it’s fun. And three, it’s none of their business.”

“Actually, they literally get paid for it.”

“Still don’t care.”

As soon as the two of you entered the building, you were met with flashes from the various cameras.

Walking across the red carpet, Andrew suddenly placed an arm around your waist making you smile despite the nerves in your stomach.

“Are you two dating?” One of the many reporters and journalists asked in the midst of the flashing lights.

“No.” The two of you said at the same time, causing you two to look at each other and laugh.

Another question was then shouted, “Then why did you come in the same car together?”

“To save the earth from pollution.” Andrew answered before the two of you walked deeper into the room.

“And it's none of your business.” You whispered so that only your co-star could hear, causing him to laugh even harder than last time.

–

You thought you were going to spend the day just aimlessly scrolling through Netflix until Andrew called.

Like you wouldn’t let him wreck your plans.

“Do you have anything important scheduled for today?” He asked as soon as you answered the call.

“No. Why?” You asked, turning off the tv and throwing the remote on the coffee table.

“Well, Jimmy Fallon invited me again on the show, most likely for an interview. And I was wondering if you could come with me. You can just stay backstage if you want. Then afterwards, we head out for dinner?”

This made you smile, “Are you asking me out on a date, Garfield?”

He chuckled, “I think. Maybe. Yes. Yes, I am.”

“What time will I pick you up then?”

“I’ll pick you up at five.”

Four hours later, you were watching Andrew’s interview with Jimmy while backstage.

“A little birdie told me that you brought Y/N along and she’s backstage.” Jimmy smiled.

Andrew nodded, “That little birdie is right then.”

“Why don’t we bring her up here then.”

Next thing you knew, you were being asked to walk on stage.

“Hi!” You greeted Jimmy as you gave him a hug.

“How did you get out?” Andrew asked, giving you a smile as you sat down beside him, “You’re my hostage and I specifically locked the door so you wouldn’t get out.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Well, I’m sorry if you did such an amazing job at kidnapping and holding me captive.”

“Isn’t this adorable.” Jimmy cooed, “Oh, wait, and that reminds me. Andrew, did you happen to see our last interview with Y/N a few weeks ago.”

You glared at the host, “Don’t you even dare.”

Andrew shook his head, “I remember putting it in my watch later list but I haven’t watched it yet.”

“Well, then, play the clip.”

The moment Jimmy had said that, the screen behind you suddenly flashed - showing the clip of you accidentally confessing your feelings for Andrew.

You swear you could’ve died from embarrassment.

“So, any reactions to that Andrew?” Jimmy asked.

Andrew looked at before asking, “You want my honest opinion?”

“Yes please.”

“Well,” He then said, giving you a smile, “honestly, this is practically a dream come true for me. I mean, I have been utterly in love with this woman ever since I saw her in her first movie When the Clouds Cover the Sky and I have been one of her biggest fans ever since. Like, if she has a new movie - I would literally be clearing my whole schedule just to watch it. Honestly, I was almost literally bouncing off the walls when she agreed to do the film we’re working on now.”

“Really?” You asked quietly.

Andrew nodded, squeezing your hand, “Really. Really.”

A realization suddenly struck you, “You were the one who ‘highly recommended’ me for the film to Lin? Didn’t you?”

Andrew grinned, giving a chuckle, “Guilty as charged.”

Jimmy clapped his hands together, “Once again, my match making skills have paid off. Unfortunately, we’re all out of time. Thank you two for coming on to the show and hopefully we’ll have you back again soon, together.”

Andrew reached for your hand as the two of you walked out of the studio, “So, is the dinner still on or we’ll just head back to my place?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Take me out to dinner first, Garfield. Then we’ll go back to your place and see what happens.”

He grinned, turning you to face him and before you could say anything else, he cupped your face in his hands and connected your lips together.

“Wow.” You whispered, opening your eyes to look up at him.

“How was it?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

“I know. I know.”

“So, does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” He smirked.

“Well, you have to ask to know the answer.”

Jokingly rolling his eyes at you, he asked, “Fine, will you be my girlfriend, Y/N Y/M/N L/N.”

You gave him a teasing smile, “I’ll think about it. Give me a day or two.”

“Y/N.”

“Of course it's a yes! After everything that happened in the last 10 minutes, do you really expect me to say no?”

Taglist (Peter and Andrew):

@beloved-bucky, @hunnybunimdun, @andrewgarfield2022, @jasmin7813, @andrewgarfieldsbae, @spxiiee, @shaded-echoes-recs

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wonderfilworld · 3 years

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Pls pls pls write a second part for that remus fic

I really need it 🤤🤤

INNOCENT REMUS II

Part One | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Remus learns a thing or two about how to make a woman feel good.

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warning/contains: NSFW! smut: corruption, sub(?)/ innocent remus, oral fem receiving, fingering, handjob; kissing; cursing.

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If you’ve never had to experience it, Remus can tell you that trying to go about your day as normal after the girl of your dreams sucked your brains out earlier is a pretty difficult thing to do.

But, he persisted, and now it’s the end of the day, after dinner, and he’s on his way back to the common room.

You come up beside him, interlocking your arms as you look over and smile at him. His face flushes and he averts his eyes from your figure. He couldn’t look at you at all today - every time his eyes would meet yours his face would get hot and his body would get antsy, the feeling of your lips on him still fresh in his memory.

“Are you still going to come see me tonight?” You ask innocently, quiet enough that no one around can hear.

His heart rate picks up, heat flooding his entire body. He doesn’t know when the embarrassment returned to his system, maybe after the oxytocin subsided later in the day after his first orgasm by someone else's hand - or mouth. But slowly, he nods his head, eyes on the floor, as he whispers his answer. “Yes.”

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It’s late when he knocks, three near-silent raps on your door that has you sitting up in bed and walking towards the door in excitement. It would be a lie to say you haven’t been looking forward to this all day - that heat hasn’t been swirling in your core since this morning when you decided to wear that stupid skirt.

It hadn’t been an intentional thing - not at first, at least. Your normal one was nowhere to be found, probably lost on the journey to or from the laundry room. You knew the one you wore was a tad too small, but you didn’t think it would be an issue, certainly no one would notice, right?

Wrong.

You grab the handle and pull open the door, being greeted by Remus, who eyes you nervously. His face is flushed and he’s swaying back and forth on his feet. He’s noticed you’ve changed into pajamas; a t-shirt and shorts and his brain short circuits at the sight of your bare legs. He’s just so shy around you.

You’d have to work on that.

“Hey,” You smile. Stepping back, you let him in the room, watching as he looks around.

“Where’s -”

“They’re out for the night,” You assure him, referring to your roommates.

He nods slowly, “Okay.”

You make your way to your bed, sitting down at the foot of it and patting the spot beside you. “Come here.”

He obliges, timidly making his way over to where you’ve directed him. He can barely look at you, too nervous to speak except when spoken to in fear he’ll say something stupid. His body settles next to yours, his hands in his lap, fingers playing with each other.

“Remus, I’m not taking this any further if I feel like you don’t want this.”

“No! I want it I swear! It’s just -” He fumbles, eyes darting around the room as if he’ll find what to say scattered around your dorm.

“You’ve just never done this before.” You finish for him.

Nodding again, he swallows loudly. “Right.”

“I don’t mind as long as you don’t.”

He turns fully to you now, finally meeting your eyes as he tells you, “I don’t mind.”

“Good,” You lean in then, meeting his waiting mouth in a quick peck before pulling back slightly, letting him decide how far to take it.

He responds immediately, grabbing the back of your head in his big hands and crushing your lips together. Your teeth clash at the contact and you wince but Remus doesn’t seem to mind it - doesn’t seem to notice it at all really - because then he’s slipping - no, forcing - his tongue into your mouth. You indulge him a little, sliding your tongue along his and shivering at the way it tickles your senses. He’s eager, so eager, that it ignites the flame in your lower belly and you need to remind yourself that this is new to him and that you need to teach him from step one.

Your hands are pressed to his chest where you can feel his heart beating rapidly, feel the rise and fall of it as he breathes against your mouth. You push, slightly at first, and then when he doesn’t respond you push harder until your mouths break apart and you’re looking into his eyes.

“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere.” He furrows his brows in confusion before you speak again, “I just want to kiss you for a while, Remus. You’re such a good kisser.”

He’s nodding again before you lean in once more, brushing your lips together and taking a deep breath before connecting your lips. One of his hands is on your neck, thumb brushing over your jaw as his lips press deeper into yours. His other is on the bed almost touching your waist, and yours are still on his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt tighter within your grasp on every swipe of his tongue against your lips. You haven’t let him in yet, determined to show him that when you said slow down, you meant it.

Your thighs are pressed together, quelling the ache that resides between them. You desperately want to move on with this lesson of sorts, but the neediness - the desire - in your core right now is almost thrilling. The anticipation is always so much fun.

Remus feels like he’s going to explode. Literally. Like cum in his pants, explode. Especially if he feels your tongue swirl in his mouth again, if you suck on it like you did his cock earlier in the day, then he’s definitely going to cum in his pants.

You move away from him, farther up the bed to lay your head against the pillows, and that sets up a whole new battle for him. You’re just laying there with swollen lips and glassy eyes and he offhandedly wonders what you’ll look like after he fucks you.

Oh my god, is he going to fuck you?

You never mentioned exactly what the two of you would be doing tonight, he was just excited about learning more from you. But he wouldn’t mind if he did get to fuck you; you’re so pretty and kind and Remus is definitely half in love with you (especially after today) so he’s definitely okay with you being his first. He trusts you to take care of him.

“Remus?”

He snaps out of his daze, following your beckoning finger to come join you, hovering his body atop of yours as his arms cage your head. Your hands come to his hips and you tug them down until they’re pressed against you, involuntarily twitching the slightest amount with the pressure.

“Kiss me again,” You command quietly, eyes half-closed. You’ve had enough of the cute, sweet kisses and you’re ready - Remus is ready - for more.

He leans down to join your lips again, tongue immediately finding yours because he’s impatient and because you’ve started to grind your hips into his, moaning into his mouth as he enthusiastically ruts right back into you.

He isn’t sure how long his lips stay on yours, moving fluidly - licking, sucking, biting as he lays on top of you. He’s hard in his pants and he knows you can feel it - brushing perfectly against your cunt with every roll of his hips. You keep mewling against his lips and he feels his cock throb every time.

“I love your mouth,” You break away, eyeing the string of saliva connecting your lips. “I wonder how good it is somewhere else,” You whisper, gazing at him carefully.

He sucks in a breath, “Let’s find out.”

Smiling, you direct him to remove your clothes. “Slow, remember? One thing at a time.”

The first to come off is your top. You’ve decided to forgo a bra and Remus groans at the sight of your bare breasts that are perfect in every way he could have imagined. Once your top is thrown to the floor he sits on his knees between your spread thighs and brings his hands to your tits.

He’s squeezing and pulling the flesh, slightly too hard for your taste so you lay your hands over his and show him how you like it. Teasing brushes of his thumbs over your nipples have you shivering and arching into his hands, and Remus is having a power trip over how one touch can have you at his mercy.

You’re mewling and he hasn’t even really done anything yet, but you can’t help that his innocence only furthers your lust. The fact that you get to shape him to your needs only fuels your desires and the many fantasies you want to play out with him.

“Kiss me, Remus.” He listens, bending to meet your mouth again but you stop him, place a finger in front of his lips. “Not there.”

A brief look of confusion before realization. He swallows and bends down further until his mouth is over your right breast, and he places a delicate kiss to your nipple. You can’t help but grin, he’s just too damn cute.

Remus isn’t stupid - he knows the basic in’s and out’s of sex. He’s heard enough stories from Sirius and knows that foreplay is a big deal. He knows what it entails, too, just doesn’t know the techniques all that well. Luckily for him, you’re more than willing to help.

“Don’t go straight for the nipple,” You say. “Kiss around it first; you have to tease me.”

Easy enough, Remus thinks. He does as he’s told, placing pecks around your swollen peeks before darting his tongue out, licking your skin, and tasting you.

“You can leave marks too,” You encourage, placing a hand on the back of his head. You gasp as his teeth bite the flesh, and sigh as his tongue follows right after. You gather that he enjoys leaving marks as he repeats the action over and over on both of your tits.

With his hips off of yours, you’re desperate for more friction between your thighs so you direct him, “Give me your hand.”

Holding up his right one, you grab it and lead it down your stomach to your core, pressing it there to rub against your cunt.

“Fuck,” Gasping, you arch into him even more as his hand bears down even harder.

Remus lets out a gasp of his own, “I can feel how wet you are, even through your clothes.”

“Yeah?” You ask, whimpering right after because you’re incapable of holding back any noises. “You made me this wet.”

Moaning, Remus leans back down to capture one of your nipples between his lips - sucking and licking and loving the way you cry out.

He could suck on your tits forever he’s sure, but your hips are grinding on his hand and your moans are non-stop, and Remus is ready for more. “What’s next?”

“Take off my shorts.”

You barely have time to lift your hips for him before he yanks them down, taking your panties down with them. They’re not the same purple ones from earlier, he notes, but they’re still pretty nonetheless, and definitely more appealing with your slick coating the inside.

You part your legs, making room for Remus to settle on his stomach between them. His face is so close to your core, he can see it glistening against the dim lighting; see the way more of your slick comes out and runs down. He can also smell it - a completely new scent that’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before - another thing about you he’ll never be able to get out of his head.

You slide your hand down your body, reaching your center and you pull, your clit emerging from under its hood. Using your other hand you place a finger over it and rub in a slow circle, watching Remus’ face as you do so.

“This is the clit, it’s the main thing you should focus on.”

He nods while never looking away from your fingers rolling over the sensitive area. He’s stuck in place, mesmerized by the way your lower half twitches every time your finger swipes over the nub.

“Touch me here, Remus.” It’s a soft demand but a demand nevertheless. “Touch my pussy like I showed you.”

And he does, rubbing a tantalizing finger over your clit in a way that has you gasping and it takes every ounce of self-control you have not to clamp your legs on his hand. It’s entirely too much - you’re overly sensitive from teasing yourself this morning when you sucked him off and you never came - so your body is hyper-aware of every pass of his rough fingertip against the sensitive nerves.

“More,” You say, chest heaving up and down as you pant.

“Like what?” He asks, looking up at you.

And he looks so innocent then, so eager to do anything you ask him to, that it makes you say your next words. “I want you to do the same thing, but with your tongue.”

“O-okay,” He murmurs, dropping his head to flick his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god,” You moan, hips jerking as he runs the tip on his tongue over your clit in circles, perfectly mimicking the actions of his fingers prior. It feels so good that your hand makes its way to his head once more - not pushing, just resting - and you guide him, “Lay it flat against it, and rub it up and down.”

He does, and you keen, and you maybe, sort of (accidentally) push his head farther into your cunt then because, “Fuck, that’s so good, Remus.”

He groans at the praise, the sound rolling off of his tongue and onto your clit and your hips buck onto his face.

“Sorry,” You whimper.

“Do it again,” He says, voice low and eyes dark. You can’t look away from him when he lowers his head once again, tongue back on your clit and moving side to side this time. You lift your hips once more, eyes falling shut at how good it is.

You nearly forget that you’re supposed to be teaching him - telling him what to do - but when he tells you to basically ride his face with that look, what else are you supposed to do?

Remus can’t get enough of your taste - saccharine and undeniably one of the best things he’s ever tasted. It sits on his tongue so nicely and when he swallows the taste still lingers in his senses. It forces him to go harder, licking faster and sucking when you beg him to, “Suck on it - oh! - just like that!”

Your orgasm is creeping up your core and pooling in your lower stomach, but there’s one more thing you want to teach him. “I want you to put your fingers inside of me.”

Coming up from your pussy, Remus nods his head. “Show me how.”

You take his (much larger) hand in yours and put all of his fingers except the middle one down. “Start with one, and then when I ask, add this one.” You pull up his ring finger. “Okay?”

“Okay.” He watches as you lie back down, never tearing your eyes off of his.

You lead his hand to your entrance, running it through the slick there before speaking, “Make sure it’s wet before you put it in, otherwise it’ll hurt.” He just nods in lieu of speaking, making sure his finger is covered in your arousal before you help him push it in.

You gasp and he groans, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it’s tight - so fucking tight - and your cunt is so warm and soft and gooey around his finger as it explores.

His fingers are bigger than your own, obviously, so the stretch takes you a minute to get used to but you don’t have the heart to tell him to wait; not when he’s staring at your cunt with wide eyes. His jaw is slack, and if you had the heart you would laugh - not in a mean way, of course - just because it’s so endearing that he’s amazed by your body and the way your cunt swallows his thick finger.

“You know what to do with it, right?” You ask, removing your hand from his and letting him do it on his own. He’s slow to respond, withdrawing his finger slightly and then pushing it back in slowly, letting out a quiet fuck when he feels your cunt flutter around the digit. “Yeah,” You sigh, “Fuck me with your fingers.”

Without his permission his hips dig into your bed, cock straining against his pants, and louder he moans. “Fuck.”

His finger continues in and out of your pussy, and Remus can’t look away; eyes zoned in on your pulsing cunt that nearly suffocates his finger. Every time he pulls it out there’s more slick coating the digit, and every time he pushes it back in you moan and throw your head back, clamping down on his finger even more.

You’re out of breath, eyes closed as you focus on how fucking good Remus is making you feel. “Add the other one, baby.”

His cock throbs against his pants where he’s steadily humping against your bed. He can’t help it - you’re making the best sounds, not just from your mouth but also you cunt that squelches with every move of his finger.

Doing as he’s told he withdrawals the finger, pressing a kiss against your thigh when you whine at the loss. He runs his ring finger through your folds, pressing it against your clit - that’s gotten much larger, Remus notes - and relishing in the “Yes, do that” that you moan when he does. Once he deems it wet enough he pushes them both back into your core, noting that he’s met with more resistance this time.

“Oh fuck,” You cry out, hands coming to squeeze at your breasts and flick your nipples to distract from the slight sting.

“It’s harder to get both of them in, is that normal?” It’s such an innocent and sincere question, but it doesn’t do anything to stop you from choking on a moan, before nodding your head, meeting his eyes before speaking.

“You just have bigger fingers than I do,” You tell him.

He doesn’t think you mean that in a way to rile him up but it does; he pictures you laying in this very same bed and fucking yourself with your fingers just like he’s doing now, and it makes him growl before picking up speed.

His fingers are relentless - not only are they thicker but they’re longer, too - hitting places you’ve never even dreamed about. You’re a mess; hips meeting the thrusting of his fingers and you thought you were close earlier, but now you’re toeing the edge of your climax so you tell him what you need to get there.

“Can you do one more thing for me, Remus?” Grabbing his other hand you bring it to your mouth, putting his fingers inside and sucking on them, running your tongue along the digits like you did to his cock this morning.

“Anything,” He breathes, and he can’t decide where he wants to look - your cunt that’s fluttering (a lot more frequently, he notes) on his fingers or your mouth that he’s fallen in love with, drooling all over the fingers of his other hand.

“Use your mouth like you did before.”

And that’s all the direction you give him because that’s all you can say and really that’s all Remus can understand - he can hardly hear anything over the rushing sound in his ears over the way his hips continuously dig into the mattress, his cock hard and heavy and leaking through his pants.

But he still brings his mouth back to your puffy clit, sucking and flicking his tongue as his fingers continue to move inside. He likes the way they feel there - nearly suffocated by how tight you are - but he pokes and prods at your insides anyway. He scissors his fingers, twists them, and even curls them, and once he does your lower back shoots off the mattress.

“Right there!” You cry. “Right there, right there, right there,” You chant as his fingers continue to push onto a spongy spot inside of you. He rubs his fingers against the ridges there and mimics the actions with his tongue against your clit.

“Don’t fucking stop.” Your hand is in his hair, fisting the locks between your fingers as your hips pick up against his face again. “You’re gonna make me cum, Remus.”

He doesn’t want to mess up your impending orgasm by changing the speed of his fingers or the sucking of your clit so he keeps doing what he’s doing, letting you spread your slick all over his face as you chase the hot feeling creeping up your spine.

All of a sudden your hips stop and you cage his head between your thighs as you cry out. He’s pretty sure he hears his name being chanted over and over, but he doesn’t dare stop his movements to find out. Your body picks back up it’s rhythm as you ride out your orgasm, breathy moans making their way to his ears as you release his head from your leg’s grip.

“Remus,” He definitely heard right that time. “That’s so fucking good.”

You comb your fingers through his hair as you come down. He’s still going to town on your poor cunt that is way too sensitive now so you pull on his head. “Come here.”

He withdraws his fingers, mesmerized by the creamy substance coating them now. He doesn’t think twice before bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.

Once he’s done he kisses you again - doesn't even think twice before resting his hips atop yours and grinding his erection onto you. He whimpers into your mouth and you swallow it, licking against his teeth and tongue and anywhere you can to get a taste of him.

You’re way too sensitive to let him hump against you this way, so you break away from his mouth, nudging his hips up so you can bring your hand down to his pants and undo them. “Let me help you now.”

If he was a better man he may tell you that no, he’s fine, you don’t have to - but honestly, he doesn’t think he has the willpower to stop you as you slip your hand down his pants and grab his cock.

“Please,” He chokes and he has to kiss you again to muffle the whimpers leaving his throat.

You’re not having it though - you want to hear all of the pretty noises he makes when you touch him like this. So you redirect his head to the crook of your neck instead so you can speak, “You did so good, Remus.” He licks at your neck; bites and sucks at it and you shiver.

You tighten your fist around his cock as you stroke it faster, swiping your thumb over the head to coat his length in precum. “You made me feel so fucking good, baby.”

He fucks his cock into your fist at your words, little whines and mewls hitting your throat as he tries his hardest not to cry out. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’s close, but you know he is - his cock throbs in your grasp, and every time his hips buck back you’re met with another drop of precum at his tip. “Cum in my hand,” You tell him.

And he does, body stilling and convulsing above you as he tries to keep himself up on his elbows.

“Yesss,” He hisses, cum spilling onto your fist as you continue your even strokes. You kiss the side of his head as his strength finally gives out, body dropping on yours and knocking the breath out of you both.

Taking your hand out of his pants, you bring it up to your mouth and clean off what you can. Remus hears your lips smacking and looks up at it, groaning and hiding his face once again. You laugh and kiss his head again, nudging it with your own until he gets the hint and puts his lips on yours.

You kiss for a while longer, slow and sweet with giggles in between, and Remus wonders what happens next. He doesn’t know what this means for your friendship - is this even friendship anymore? It certainly feels different than before but he doesn’t want to bring it up out of fear of ruining the moment you’ve created. All he knows is that he loves kissing you, loves hearing your breathy laugh as he breaks away to place quick pecks along your cheekbones and nose, and he doesn’t want to do anything to cause it all to stop.

And besides, there’s more he wants to learn and if he brings up his feelings now and you don’t feel the same, you may not be willing to teach him more about how to make you feel good, and that’s the last thing he wants.

So maybe he’ll have to be content with this for now, and he’s okay with that.

But luckily it seems that you’ve made the decision for him when you look up at him, smiling with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you speak.

“So, what would you like to learn next?”

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aiiwa · 3 years

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Pls drop some mcu fic recommendations 👀👀

i got you !! also please read warnings and tags by before reading. all of these series are completed works only. bucky and cap only.

THE WINTER SOLDIER, BUCKY, FICS.

the things we’ve done — 42 chapters, 160k words.

um yeah i literally just finished reading this. it’s insanely well written, has me full on sobbing and deeply in love with one man only. the plot is fucking amazing too.

sunrise — 14 chapters, 64k words.

OKAY THIS IS MY FAVE LIKE LITERALLY TOP THREE, the way bucky views the reader in this is just so lovely. it also made me sob a ha ha <33.

the witness — 21 chapters, 85k words.

LISTEN THIS IS WRITTEN BY THE SAME AUTHOR AS SUNRISE TOO AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH SUSISKSLSLA. cop bucky…he’s an absolute sweetheart AND PETER IN THIS IS SO PRECIOUS AHHA.

by any other name — 30 chapters, 160k words.

by the same author as sunrise. amazing amazing. again, i really love how bucky sees reader wahhhh. again, peter in this makes me so soft wtf.

it all started with — 8 chapters, 110k words.

another incredibly well written series. i love the relationship dynamics between everyone (but it has miscommunication which leads to misunderstanding and y’all know how i feel about that :(( ) still love it tho.

subterfuge — 27 chapters, 74k words.

i love the plot of this one so so much ahhh. i wish i was big brained like reader and i love barb / bab in this. once you read you’ll know heheheh.

vacant mirrors — 10 chapters, 50k words.

okay i also loved the plot of this so much ahhh.

three moons ranch — 23 chapters, 93k words.

OKAY LISTEN READ THIS ONE FR. BIKER BUCKY???? GTFO IM IN LOVE WHAT THE FUCKSKSLSLA. htg this fic sent me into a whirlpool of wanting to fuck biker!bucky til no tomorrow. BUT it’s actually a lovely series, top three for sure.

winter’s shadow— 47 chapters, 65k words.

i love this concept shsisksksl.

safe with me — 16 chapters, 83k words.

i love bucky n reader’s relationship in this, the banter and everything heheheheh. good plot line too esp w bodyguard bucky mmm.

a love that never leaves — 13 chapters, 73k words.

this was so amazing ahhhh, emotional rollercoaster but it’s so sweet and mmm.

take it back — 35 chapters, 194k words.

okay now listen to me THIS FIC BROUGHT ME SO MUCH PAIN N TURMOIL LIKE IT HURT ME TO READ BUT ITS SO FUCKING AMAZING THAT I COULD NOT STOP. happy ending at the end but the real happy ending would be if i could beat the reader’s sister and throw her ass into the ocean. if you read this come and rant to me about it because hsiskskslsls.

CAPTAIN AMERICA FICS.

the spark within — 24 chapters, 76k words.

this was the first ever completed series i read. one of my all time favourites hands down, the plot is so good wtf and just the whole emotional side of it near the end i cried for real.

doctor doctor — 20 chapters, 70k words.

PLEASE READ WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC ESPECIALLY. uh yeah, this series fucked me up so bad. the pain, trauma and just the emotions in general. the ending is satisfying if you push through, but damn my baby yn went through it with this one. this fic has extremely dark themes, but includes mob boss! steve.

mixology — 13 chapters, 40k words.

this was really cute hsjsjsks.

to walk together — 26 chapters, 93k words.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. i had dreams of this fic, and honestly have the urge to find more like this ahhh.

STUCKY FICS <333.

best of both worlds hehehehe some of them have stucky moments but may end with only one character i just can’t remember which ones sorry.

don’t sit under the apple tree (with anyone but me) — 43 chapters, 143k words.

this was honestly a favourite of mine to read. i’m obsessed with this concept. and we love a powerful woman heheheheh. i htg ranted about this fic to my best guy mate and he was like shit that sounds lit and it is.

coming home — 20 chapters, 58k words.

imagine being an assassin with bucky and being titled “the silver fox” IM SORRY BUT THATS SO LIT AHSKSKSLSL i loved this one too. made me a bit sad but it’s okay heheheh.

#recs!#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #bucky barnes x reader #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader #steve rogers x reader #mcu x reader

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spicy-tomato · 3 years

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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

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Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

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