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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Seven Minutes in Heaven • Itadori Version

A/N: probably gonna just alternate between DS & JJK for these lol — as always, all characters are of age in these fics. Typically I describe them as the age they’d be in 2022 lol. Anyways, enjoy :)

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“Do you come here often?”

Of course he’d start with a cheesy joke. You rolled your eyes, his breath smelt like alcohol. Though you were certain yours smelt just the same. A stuffy little closet left nowhere to hide, even if you were keeping as much distance from each other as possible. “Actually, yeah.” You laughed, even in the dark you could tell he was smiling. “I don’t wanna pressure you or nothin. So if you don’t wanna do anything, just say so.” Itadori was probably the best man you could have gotten locked in a closet with for seven minutes.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you…” the thing is, the alcohol made you feel a little more daring. “I… I was thinking we could just… I dunno… make out?” You wanted to feel his hands on you. One of the star athletes on campus, not only was he handsome, he was also a sweetheart and genuinely caring. He didn’t judge anyone, he never turned someone away. While your majors were different and you didn’t really fancy going to frat parties, you were lucky he was friends with someone like Megumi. He was way more your pace, but he still threw kick ass parties, ones that Itadori attended without fail every time.

You’d been lusting after the pink haired athlete for months now. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity presented to you by fate. “Oh! Shit I… I’d like that.” He seemed shy, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head. That was another thing that pulled at your heart, he was unbelievably polite. “So… Can I kiss you, Itadori?” You must have been drunker than you realized, there was no way being locked in a closet with him made you this much more daring. Hell if it was as easy as this? You would have gone for it months ago after a couple of shots. “Y-you can.” He was thankful for the dark or else he was pretty sure you’d see his lips trembling.

Despite your asking, Itadori was the one to close the little distance there was. Less than a step forward and he was right there, your breath mingling even more now that your lips were centimeters apart. Neither of you spoke, instead shaky hands found their home somewhere on the other’s body. You pulled him down to your height, lips ghosting him. You were teasing him, waiting to feel the satisfaction of him leaning in first. It seems Itadori had the same thing in mind, slowly letting it become a game of who would crack first. Honestly… probably not the best mini game to play during seven minutes in Heaven, but neither of you seemed to mind.

You kept his face cupped between your hands, a breathy laugh escaping you. “This is rude.” He breathed out, voice cracking slightly as he waited for you to respond. “Maybe it is… but I think it’s fun.” Your lips ghosted each other again, feathery light and Yuji swore this could kill him. Your lips parted, he was engulfed by the scent of vodka on your lips. He was mentally noting that you preferred stronger drinks, likely because Maki always convinced you to do shots with her. That was the thing Yuji never let on, he knew who you were. Not only were you a frequent guest at the parties Megumi threw, you were good friends with Maki. Another star athlete known on campus.

He was itching to get to know you better. Megumi, however, always refused to introduce the two of you. Something about needing separate friends because Yuji always managed to corrupt them into party animals. Yuji respected that wish up until this very moment. “Fuck… just kiss me please.” He tightened his grip, pulling so you were flush against his body. Even through his clothes you could tell he had rippling muscles, quite the contrast to his innocent face. “Make me…” you weren’t giving up that easily. Yuji’s self control faded completely, your breath was stolen straight from your lungs as his lips finally crashed to yours.

A noise of shock was muffled against his eager tongue. You couldn’t make yourself to tease him more, not when a knock on the door signaled half of the seven minutes had already gone by. “Yuji…” his first name slipped past your lips easily. The groan that left him vibrated your whole frame, his hands seeking purchase on your ass instead. You squealed as he pulled you up, pulling you right to your tiptoes as he slotted his thigh between yours. “We are…” he panted as he pulled away. “Leaving this party… The second time is up.” You nodded, pulling him back greedily. You knew not much could be done for you within the three minute you had left. Yuji on the other hand…

“Let me suck you off…” you whined as your lips left his again. “Please… Yuji I wanna get you off so bad.” He could have cum on the spot, even in the dark he was squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. “I-if you wanna… go ahead.” He didn’t fight back as you settled back on your feet, one hand reaching out to push him away. Yuji’s back hit the opposite wall, hips jutting out a bit to give you easy access. The soft thumb of your knees hitting the ground was the only indication of where you were. “I bet you’re big.” You teased softly, skilled hands undoing his pants while placing chaste kisses to the growing bulge.

“Yeah? I’ll let you judge.” He was confident in what he had down there. He had a good length, but his real pride came with his girth. He couldn’t wait to leave, just so he could get you in his bed. “I bet you’d look so pretty spread nice and wide for me.” He choked out, dirty talk wasn’t his forte but it felt right to say in the moment. “Oh? Fuck I bet I would.” Your breathing halted as you pulled his jeans down to his knees, his cock slapping against his stomach. “Oh… yeah I definitely would.” A soft whine left his lips, barely audible as you pulled him towards your mouth. You gave him slow, languid pumps before spitting into your hand. He was dripping precum but you still wanted him wetter.

“Two minutes!” Maki’s voice boomed as she pounded her fist against the door. “Well, don’t hold back on me, Yuji.” Your lips suctioned to his head, tongue swirling around him slowly. “Oh shit…” his head fell back, hands trembling as he tried to figure out what to do with them. He couldn’t believe how soft your tongue felt, how good your hands felt on him. Sure he’d had a couple of hook ups before, he even had a girlfriend for about a month at one point. None of them felt this good though, there was something about you that simply set his body on fire. You let your jaw relax, pushing your head down an inch or two. Swallowing was difficult but the rewarding noise that followed made it feel worth it.

“Y/n…” now it was your turn to be surprised by the use of your first name. You hummed, sending vibrations straight through him. You bobbed your head now, taking in about half of his length and using your hand to pump the rest of him. The heat in your gut was building, it felt like there was a frenzy of butterflies forming in your gut. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you later on. The aching pulse between your thighs would be worth ignoring for the time being. “Y/n…” he drew out for a second time, this time his hands anchored into your hair. He tugged you softly, coaxing you to take more of him.

You let him, jaw relaxing to accommodate more than three quarters of his length. You gagged softly as he pushed you further, embarrassment flooded your cheeks but the noise only made him groan. “Sorry… shit sorry… that was hot though…” a strangled noise slipped past your lips in response. Your head pulled back, allowing a little bit of relief before you pushed yourself back down again. Another bang on the door signalled a minute left. He couldn’t hold back anymore, the tight feeling in his abdomen was driving him insane. “Gonna… ‘m gonna cum.” He gritted out, breath halting in his chest as his release crept closer. You encouraged him by moving a little quicker, pulling back to focus your attention on his head.

Your tongue lapped softly at the sensitive tip, Yuji’s hand tightened in your hair to keep you in place. You loved the feeling, the way his hands were pulling the strands of your hair taut. A moan spilled past your lips just as Yuji spilled past yours. You took it eagerly, barely even reacting as his release landed on your tongue. You pulled off of him with a soft pop, swallowing the contents before standing. “We’re going right back to your place…” you huffed out, shifting uncomfortably as you felt your panties sticking to you. “Absolutely we are…” you were positive his cheeks were red, a second later Maki was banging on the door. “You got ten seconds to make yourselves look presentable.” A chorus of laughs could be heard alongside the music beyond the closet door.

“Thank you…” Yuji muttered softly as the zipper of his pants went back up. He was already getting hard again at the thought of getting you home. “Any time, lover boy.” It slipped out easily, a smile creeping up your face as you reached for the doorknob. “I’ll meet you out front in five minutes.” The LED party lights flooded the small closet as you winked at him. “Five minutes…” he murmured back before following you out.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu smut #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuji imagine #itadori yuji #yuji smut #yuji itadori smut #jjk itadori #yuji x y/n #yuji x you #yuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori x y/n #itadori smut #jjk smut #xxsabitoxx’s work!

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Your Rock

Steven Grant x Reader

Plot: You’re knee deep in work and feel like nothing is working. Luckily, you have someone to give you a little TLC.

Genre: PG-13 (Themes of overworking)

A/N: Yet another self-indulgent fic along the same genre. Another loving Steven but this time it’s to tackle my final hurdle of uni. Reblogs appreciated!

For a split second, you felt like you were going to combust if you stared at the screen of your laptop for any longer.

The words that you wrote were starting to jumble and merge into one. You were becoming increasingly frustrated as you didn’t do as much as you hoped to do. Moreover, you felt lost and clueless if you were even writing the right things. For once, you just wanted your academic life to go well.

As the door opens, you give a muffled scream into the stuffed penguin you were holding for emotional support. Steven sees your frazzled state and can put two and two together. Placing the groceries on the counter, he makes his way to your side.

Like the sensitive man he was, Steven carefully pressed your shoulders, undoing the knots that formed since you sat at the kitchen for god knows how long. You groan as sign of thanks.

“Love, how long have you been at it?”

“I dunno, but I was really hoping to finish this part. So that I can move on to my other assignment.” You blinked blearily at him, belatedly noticing the dark skies outside your shared apartment.

“Did I-”

Steven senses that you’re about to enter a breakdown. He hugs you close, letting you feel his presence. Once your breathing settles, he releases you gently.

“I got ramen from the Japanese shop three blocks down. Do you want to eat with me?”

Steven’s offer was tantalizing but your overactive mind didn’t allow you to forget your tasks. “Steven, that sounds lovely but I still have-”

His expression changes to a determined one. “No. You’re eating and that’s final. When was the last time you had something to eat? Scratch that. Can you even remember what you had for lunch?”

Steven’s barrage of questions make you think but you come up with a blank. Your inability to answer means a small victory for him. He opens the takeaway bags, taking out two containers of ramen. Under his watchful eye, you clear your stuff away and realize the fatigue starting to kick in.

Placing a container in front of you, you see the big juicy scallops floating in the spicy broth. Steven has gotten you your favorite ramen and suddenly you can’t help but to get a little emotional which he notices as he sorts out his own meal.

“What’s wrong love? Not to your taste?”

You shake your head, giving a watery smile. “It’s perfect. You read my mind Steven. You always do.” Taking a deep exhale, you see him patiently waiting for you.

“It’s ok to feel this way love. It just means you care about it. But you have to take a break. It won’t run away from you, you’ll finish it eventually.” He tells you softly, but the weight of his words have an impact on you.

As always, Steven was the wise one in this relationship. The anchor. Or maybe because it was his experiences that made him stronger. Your respect and love for him grew immensely once again.

You get off your seat to hug him once more and you can’t imagine, what would a life be without Steven?

“Probably dull.”

“Huh?”

“If you didn’t crash into me in the lecture hall, your life would still have been mundane as ever.”

You pause for a moment before breaking into laughter. How could he read your mind so well?

“Hey! I didn’t crash into you! I was just… I was just-”

“Too busy looking at my adorable face?”

You pretend to gasp at his cheekiness. “Well look whose getting too confident! And here I was thinking who to bring for the ice cream buffet next week.”

“I’m sorry love! I just can’t help but to state the facts.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You slurp more noodles, tummy feeling satisfied. The haze in your brain slowly starts to clear and you start to feel the fatigue kick in. Steven notices this as he automatically clears the table once you were finished.

“Steven, I can do it. You bought the stuff.”

He waves you away. “Love, you had a long day. This is fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for our walk? And then we can head for breakfast?”

You nod, eager to take a break from that wretched computer of yours.

“Go to bed, I’ll be right behind you.”

You grab your things, preparing to head into the bedroom. You glance over your shoulder to see Steven washing the dishes with precision and placing the groceries into the cabinets.

You had no idea what you did to deserve him. He was always so willing to give, to support… he was simply your rock.

“Hey Steven?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #oscar isaac #moon knight #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader fluff #based on poll I did the other time #you asked #I delivered?

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g0dspeeed · 22 days

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15 Lines

Tagged by @direwombat , @nightbloodbix , & @voidika 💕

So I chose Cappie De La Costa, and most if not all the lines I chose happen when she's chatting with Eli Palmer 🙃 because you can pry them from my cold dead hands

1. "John Seed is a fucking loser." 2. "I don't know what I want," she admitted. "I want to scream, but then cry, then laugh at how shitty everything is. And fuck, it's like Russian roulette in my head, you know? I just can't settle and when I want to do something with it, I fire off at someone I care about." 3. "And so, I'm sorta done with trusting promises, and this idea that everyone is doing their best because the only person who has stuck around for me is being tortured, and you're telling me to cut some slack for someone who may kill the only person I have, Eli." 4. "I wish I saw the world like you. Sounds nice. But I'll pretend that the world is like that because I like you in mine." 5. "I hate it when you fucking talk like that," she growled, her voice shaking. "Like, like, like you're the worst person on earth, like how you are the lucky one here, like you are some horrible person that owes me. Eli, I'm not freaking out because having a baby with you would be bad, just fucking scary because we are in a war, and I can't even take care of undomesticated raccoons or, or myself! Eli, I would be relieved if I was knocked up with you because, like the whole fucking County knows, my track record for partners has been hilariously bad, like cult bad! And not just one, but two. Twice, Eli. But that, that's not the point: I just hate it when you talk so mean about you because you're the best thing that's happened to me in this place." 6. "Look, I'm just being consistent with my inconsistency," she countered. "We both know that my chaotic disposition is what drew you in. Like a goody goody moth–because you can be one, don't give me that look–to a badass bitch flame, my guy. I can't resist you either, you sexy motherfucker, but I got your number, too." 7. "That's close enough, Deputy." 8. “I dunno, man. Could ask you the same thing. Maybe there’s some math in the Universe that says our sad parts cancel each other out." 9. "Jacob can shut the fuck up. He's just got a sopping wound for a personality." 10. “You were just being polite, I know, because it was just for a moment, then you looked away and left. But I don’t know. I never thought about it until we met again on the side of the road, because later on I would realize that I saw you that day. And I can’t help but think that the Universe was teasin’ me. That it was giving me a sneak peek at what was to come, that even with all the shit that would follow, with Jacob, with John, with the Collapse, that I had somethin’ to look forward to, that out of all that mess, I would find you there. That I wouldn’t be so alone anymore” 11. "Wanna bet?" 12. "Oh. I guess," she mumbled. "But like, a sandwich could be an innuendo. You know, for like, getting dicked down. You know. If you want." 13. "Oh, how'd I get so damn lucky? How do I want you? Any way. I just want you. All of it." 14. "You don't. I don't think I do either. I was just trying to figure out what you are because 'husband' isn't enough, and 'lover' is insulting in the face of how you make me feel. I don't trust in much of anything, but you, Eli, made a believer of me." 15. "I love you. A whole lot. You make my home in every room you stand in, Eli."

Taggin' @coetiroedd , @strangefable , @ladyoriza , @noodlecupcakes , @ivymarquis , @inafieldofdaisies , @cassietrn , @v0idbuggy , @simonxriley , @simonxriley , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @la-grosse-patate & whoever else wants to try this!

#oc ask games #oc: cappie de la costa #otp: cappieli #cappie de la costa x eli palmer

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tearsofcaravel · 1 year

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Chemistry: Part 2

Jake x Danny x (F) Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: 18+, mostly smut, Drinking, Language, SMUT, (M) oral, dirty talk, Jake/Danny together w/ (F) reader, (m&f) masterbation

Summary: You talked to Jake about what has been on your mind. Now it’s time to see what will become of this.

Part 1

Danny’s POV

“Where did Jake and y/n run off to?” Josh called out from across the bar.

“They’ve been gone for a bit. I dunno, I’ll try and find them.” you called back. Hoping you didn’t sound too eager.

You searched around the bar and outside with no such luck. The only place left for them to be was the bus. You knocked a few times, no answer and you could hear the faint sound of voices from inside. So someone was inside, surely it was them. You waited a few more moments before opening the door. You called out for them. Still no answer back. You made your way to about the middle of the bus before you realized you were intruding on an intimate moment.

“Danny… fuckfuck..” you swore you heard your name. You were clearly imagining things. You turned to head back inside of the bar.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard, “I want Danny’s cock inside of me please, I need it.” Surely your mind was playing a cruel trick on you. It was Jake’s voice and he was screaming. More importantly screaming your name. He was moaning and begging for you. You almost couldn’t make out what he had said. You were certain that you weren’t imagining this now.

You knew it was wrong to stay, but your feet didn’t move an inch towards the exit. Instead of moving further away, you inched your way closer.

The more you heard him call out your name, among the many other lewd sounds, the more you were unable to ignore your growing hard on. It was almost painful how hard you were growing over this. You couldn’t take it any longer. You slowly slid your hand into your pants, just palming yourself over your boxers for some relief. You could tell that Jake was close to his end and you were compelled to meet him there. You pulled out your leaking cock, it was throbbing at this point. You let a bead of spit fall from your mouth to your cock. You wasted no time pumping yourself furiously. You let out a few breathy whines before bringing your other hand to your mouth so as to quiet yourself.

You heard him call out a few more times and that was it. You could see just around the corner of the room and Jake was exploding all over himself. At that sight you did the same. Bursting right there into your own hand, hardly able to contain your own moans.

You watched as y/n licked him clean and you wished that it was you tasting him. You saw him teary eyed and glowing as he came down from his high.

Once you came down from your own high, you cleaned yourself up quickly so you wouldn’t be caught. You buckle your pants and quietly, but swiftly make your way out of the bus and back into the bar.

“Did you find them? Danny, hello?”

“Hm, uh what?” you blinked out of your haze.

“I asked if you found y/n and Jake?” Josh asked.

“Oh yeah sorry sorry, they were on the bus, uh occupied.” you finally stuttered out.

“You alright man? You look a bit flushed?” Josh quizzed.

“Yeah, I’m good, just had a lot to drink I guess.”

“Well Danny boy the night is still young,” Sammy said walking up behind you.

You knew the only thing that would be on your mind for the rest of the night would be what you witnessed in the bus.

Jake’s POV

You were in such a state of bliss that you honestly forgot where you were. You finally mustered up the strength to peel your eyes open. Y/N is on top of you, eye level, with a gleam of joy in her eyes. “Jakey, Jakey baby you still with me?” you hardly heard her say. You just nodded. “Was that okay?” she asked. “That was better than okay baby, that was exquisite.” she smiled down at you, kissing your lips softly, you tasted yourself on her lips.

“We should probably clean up a little and head back in. They’ll be looking for us soon if they aren’t already.” she said. You peeled yourselves from the soaked sheets, pulled on your clothes and straightened up a bit.

Your legs were wobbly, you knew the guys would just think you had too much to drink though. You finally both made your way back inside of the bar. Your eyes immediately catch Sam and Josh’s. “Where the hell have you guys been?” Sam slurred out. “Oh we just went out for some air.” you said back.

You searched the room until your eyes landed on a certain curly haired man, only to find his eyes already on you. He shot you a devilish smirk and you instinctively blushed. If only he knew the way you had just used his name. You noticed he seemed a bit flushed himself, ‘huh he must’ve had too much to drink’ you thought to yourself.

You all spent the rest of the night sharing stories and drinking way too much. You all passed out the second you made it to the bus. Only to be woken shortly after. You were in the new city for your show the next day. You had made it to the hotel where you would be spending the next few nights. Everyone unloaded their bags and slowly made it to their rooms.

Y/N POV

You were more than thrilled with your decision to have finally brought this up. Obviously a great decision on your part. Jake was thrilled with it as well, he simply needed your guidance. He would have never brought it up on his own.

As Jake came to his finish you could have sworn that you heard something behind you. But you were more than focused on his pleasure, so you just put the thought out of your mind. You don’t think that Jake has ever had such an intense orgasm. It was like he was sent into another world.

You pulled yourselves together and made your way into the bar. Jake had a new glow about him. While Jake’s attention was immediately pulled to Josh and Sammy, your eyes caught Danny’s. He was fixated on you and Jake both, he seemed flustered. He shot you a grin and a wink. You blushed at him thinking to yourself, ‘If only he knew what just transpired in the bus thanks to him’, but of course to your knowledge he did not have a clue. You turned away to see Jake searching for Danny through the crowd. You see Jake blush as his eyes meet Danny’s and Danny shoots him a bashful grin. It’s almost as if he knew, but surely not.

You woke up the next morning in Jake’s arms. He had an early morning, well more like a long day of preparations before the show tonight.

You stayed in bed while he got up and got ready to head out. You heard him meet Danny right outside of your door. You knew Danny would be waiting to walk down with him, per usual. This was one of the things that made you pick up on these feelings between the boys.

You would spend most of the day in bed recovering from the night before until the show later tonight. You slept the day away until your phone rang later that afternoon. Jake’s name flashing over your screen, you groaned as you rolled over to answer.

“Hello?” you groaned into the phone.

“Hey baby, still in bed I see.”

“You have no proof of that,” you scoffed at him.

“Right, I know your sleepy voice when I hear it. Anyways, did you want me to pick you up before soundcheck?” he laughed into the phone.

“Shit is it that late already? Yes I do want you to, I’m getting up now.” you said as you rolled out of bed.

“Okay babe, we will be there soon, love you.”

He hung up before you could ask who “we” was, but you had a pretty good idea.

You showered and got ready for your evening. You heard your room door open, “We’re here babe you ready?”

You peeked out of the bathroom to see Jake and Danny standing shoulder to shoulder. You should have known that’s who “we” was. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jake had brought anything up to him. You never really got to have a discussion about it seeing as how last night's events transpired so quickly. “Yeah yeah I’m ready, here I come!”

“Hi y/n don’t you look lovely,” Danny said winking at you.

“She does, doesn't she,” Jake offered back, more towards Danny than you.

You couldn’t help but blush at these comments coming from them both. Especially knowing how Jake felt and how you were almost certain Danny felt too. You wrapped your arms around Jake, giving him a peck on the lips. Giving Danny a wink.

You made the short drive to the venue. They started the soundcheck while you hung out in Jake’s dressing room.

Since you had some time on your hands you started going over last night's turn of events through your mind. You thought about after said events and were brought back to one specific memory. When you walked back into the bar Danny’s eyes were immediately on both you and Jake. He looked quite flustered and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush. He just looked like he knew, but how could he? You then remembered how you could’ve sworn that you heard someone in the bus with you. You pushed these thoughts from your mind. Sound check was coming to an end. You and Jake would definitely be having a conversation tonight, but not until after the show.

Danny’s POV

As soon as Jake and y/n walked through the door of the bar your eyes were trained on them. You just couldn’t take your eyes away. Definitely not after what you just witnessed. Your mind was running wild with these thoughts and questions.

“Was this the first time?”

“Has this been going on?”

“Did he feel the same way about you that you did him?”

You woke up the next morning and got ready for your busy day of preparations. You almost wondered if you had dreamed up all of last night's events.

You waited outside of Jake and Y/N’s room. When he emerged you plastered a wide grin on your face, “Morning Jake.”

“Morning Danny,” he smiled back at you.

You headed down and made the short drive to the venue. The whole way there you made small talk. You were dying to bring up your feelings or something pertaining to what you witnessed last night. You laughed at some joke he made and patted his leg, you let it linger there for a bit longer than normal this time. You saw him glance down at your hand on his thigh and blush before you moved it away.

Later that afternoon he asked if you wanted to ride back to the hotel with him to get Y/N. You agreed, possibly a bit too eagerly. When you met Y/N in their hotel room you noticed the look she gave to you and Jake. Y/N looked you up and down in a seductive way, which you returned. It was as if she knew that you knew. Surely not though…right?

You went on that night and could feel the energy between you and Jake like never before. Throughout the show he shot you little smirks and winks. You both played like never before. You came off stage filled with emotion and energy. You went straight to your dressing room. You needed to release this energy. You didn’t even take the time to catch your breath before you pulled down your pants. You sprawled out onto your couch to reveal your throbbing cock. You slowly started to give yourself the relief you so desperately craved. The only thing going through your mind was Jake. The clear image of y/n making a mess of him. You could hear him so clearly calling out, begging for you to be inside of him. You began calling out to him in the same manner that you had found him just a few nights ago. In your rush to release this energy you forgot to lock the door.

Jake POV

You opened your hotel room door to find Danny waiting for you. He always did, but something about this time was different. He gave you a bashful smile. You got into the car and started your busy day. You noticed at one point on the ride he patted your thigh after a joke you had cracked and let his hand linger there. It made your blood go straight to your dick, you wanted him to keep it there. If you were being honest with yourself you wanted him to do much more than that to you. You almost whined when he pulled away.

Later that day it was time to pick up Y/N and you asked Danny to go with you. Truthfully, you just wanted more alone time with him. Thankfully he happily agreed. Y/n gave you a knowing look when you and Danny walked through the door of the hotel room. You made it back to the venue without exploding.

That night you and Danny had some wild chemistry on stage. Nothing that anyone else could notice of course, but something about this performance was different from the rest. You got off of stage that night filled with lust and hunger, something had shifted inside of you.

You headed straight for the dressing rooms, but not your own. It must have been the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your legs were moving faster than your mind could keep up with. You didn’t even bother knocking, you burst into Danny’s room.

He called out your name, your eyes met his for just a moment before running straight to his groin, realizing just what you walked in on. He was sprawled out like a god. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping at a fast pace. Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull seeing the size of him.

You had caught him in this sinful act and couldn’t bring yourself to peel your eyes away. He didn’t stop his actions, he only slowed down his pace. He held his eye contact with you. Before you realized what you were doing, you slid inside and shut the door behind you.

You were suddenly nervous and Danny must have picked up on it. He used his free hand to gently pat the open space on the couch next to him, gesturing you to sit next to him. He was silent for a few moments giving you time to settle your nerves and realize what you were doing.

“So, you want me inside of you?” Danny was the first to speak.

“W-What?” your eyes widened.

“I may have heard something on the bus,” Danny said bashfully now.

You didn’t say anything. You just reached into your pants to get some relief. You were leaking and throbbing from the sight of him. You stroked yourself through your pants as you watched him pleasure himself.

“Let me see you,” Danny growled at you.

You took out your cock for him to see. This time his eyes got wide at the sight of you. You pulled your pants all the way down, you were now completely naked and on display for him. You began stroking yourself faster now, matching his quickening pace.

You were craving his touch. It was almost as if he had read your mind. He brought up his free hand and let a string of spit fall to his palm. Danny’s confidence almost surprised you as he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own. His large calloused hand wrapped around your length as if it was made for it. You watched in awe as he jerked the both of you.

“Oh fuck Danny, you feel so good.” you moaned out to him.

Hearing you talk like that to him must have struck something inside of him. He stopped his movements which caused you to whine at the loss of contact. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him, the sound of your sweat coated skin slapping together echoing through the room. You met his eyes again, but this time they were filled with something new, something dark. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

You had one hand on his bare chest, his skin hot to the touch. You brought your other hand to his face, cupping it and pulling him into a soft kiss. Tasting him for the first time. His lips were soft and inviting. You swiped your tongue over his plump lips, wanting to be invited in. He opened his mouth just enough to let your tongue in. Your tongues swirled around, the kiss became deep and hunger filled. Your lips and teeth mashing together now. Your hands made their way to his long curly hair. His hands were roaming all over your body, exploring you, taking in every inch. They were running up and down your bare back. His fingers began kneading into your skin. You ran your hands from his face down his chest until you reached both of your throbbing cocks. They were practically begging for attention. You let a string of spit land onto them both. You lined them up together and began stroking them. The new feeling was erotic. It was like nothing you had felt before. Danny’s hips began bucking up into your hand at their own will, adding more friction between you.

“I..fuck...I need to taste you,” Danny struggled to say.

“Please,” was all you managed to squeak out.

You peeled yourself from him and moved yourself to the spot beside him. You laid yourself out on display for him to take in. He licked his way from your neck to your cock, stopping to nibble at the sensitive skin along the way. You both became noticeably nervous.

“Uh I’ve never done this..” you whispered to him.

“Me neither, we can slow down or stop if you want?” Danny said, clearly panicking at your response.

“I want to keep going, I’ve wanted this for so long.” you said with more confidence now.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” and with that he resumed what he started by placing little kisses up and down your length. He brought your leaking tip to his mouth and swirled his tongue around. You hissed at the sudden contact of his mouth on you.

You were shocked as you felt yourself slide to the back of his throat. He took you entirely down his throat. Pleasure was taking over all of your senses. Your mind was fogged with no other thoughts but Danny.

This was better than anything you had imagined, and you had imagined this scenario many times.

Y/N POV

Something was definitely different with Jake and Danny’s chemistry this time. They played their hearts out. It was mesmerizing to watch, especially knowing what you did. When the show came to its end you made your way back to Jake’s dressing room. You had been going over what you would say when he came back. You knew he wanted to talk about it, but had no idea what to say. You sat patiently waiting for him to enter the room. You had been going over what you would say when he came back.

You had been so distracted with what you would say to him that you hadn’t realized just how long he had been gone. You went searching for him, neither Josh or Sam had seen him. Then it dawned on you, Danny was nowhere to be found either. You walked to Danny’s dressing room and knocked on the door. No one answered, but you definitely heard someone inside. You turned the handle and peeped inside. You opened the door to find Jake naked and sprawled out on the couch and a naked Danny on his knees in front of him. Neither of them had heard you enter. The room was filled with the sounds of Jake’s strained moans and Danny’s slurping. Jake’s head was thrown back in pleasure and his hands were intertwined in Danny’s curls. His hips were bucking up as Danny was taking him entirely down his throat. You watched shamelessly as Danny pleasured him, his own hips rutting begging for release. Jake looked like he was teetering on the edge of his release, barely holding on.

You slid the rest of the way inside and shut the door behind you. You were not going to miss seeing this. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor. You simply leaned against the door in awe. The sounds that Danny was pulling from him was music to your ears.

“God Danny don’t s-stop, oh fuck fuuuck I’m cumming,” Jake stuttered out, squeezing his eyes tightly closed as his face contorted in pleasure. Danny groaned around him as Jake coated his throat with his cum, savoring every drop. He worked him through the rest of his high and you couldn’t help as you let an audible groan slip past your lips. Jake’s eyes shot open and Danny turned around eyes wide. They both blushed with embarrassment. They both looked like deer in the headlights.

“Well don’t stop on my account,” you said trying to calm their nerves.

“I think our girl wants a show,” Danny smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Then let’s give her what she wants,” Jake said, causing you to blush and your panties to become soaked.

‘Our girl’, that phrase made you weak in the knees. You had been mostly thinking about Jake and Danny together, but you couldn’t deny the thought of the three of you had crossed your mind. You had come to your own ending more than once at the thought of them both having their way with you.

Danny POV

Jake brought you from your knees and onto the couch. He crawled onto your lap straddling you, grinding your cocks together.

“I cannot believe this is finally happening,” you said as Jake trailed his way down your stomach. You shivered at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh. He started to jerk you and place kisses up and down your length. Teasing you in all of the right ways.

He looked angelic like this, just like you had pictured him so many times. The real thing was so much better. You were thanking your lucky stars that you walked onto that bus a few nights ago.

You watched as y/n sunk into a chair across the room giving her a perfect view of the performance, and slid her hand into her pants. Your eyes moved between her and Jake . You were trying to not even blink in fear of missing a moment. You could tell that y/n was doing the same.

“Do you like being watched Jakey? Are you enjoying the attention?” You knew that Jake enjoyed putting on a show for the both of you. He answered by taking you all the way down his throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head in bliss.

“Oh fuck, you love to put on a show, just like I knew you would,” you moaned to him, which in turn made him hum around you. He liked being praised and guided through this. Any bit of nerves you had melted away and you were full of confidence.

“You’re so good at this baby, you look so pretty with your mouth full. Doesn’t he look so pretty y/n?” She groaned at your words. You could hear the sounds of her slick as she plunged two fingers in and out of her cunt. The room was full of the three of you gasping and panting. “He would look even prettier with you fucking his face. He’s taking you so well, I think he could take a little more, don’t you Danny?”

Jake pulled off of you with a ‘pop’ noise and made his way down to a place that no one had ever been. Well, you had been yourself a few times imagining that it was him instead. He kissed his way down before circling your hole with his tongue. He slowly licked at you, but only for a moment before he was devouring you. He was lapping you up like a starved man. He came up to your lips, “Taste yourself, you taste so sweet.”

You swirled your tongues around each other, you took in every sweet drop.

“Will you fuck my face now?” Jake said to you with eyes blown with lust.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You pushed him down and let him get comfortable, not wanting to push him too far being that this was the first time either of you had done this. He took you in his mouth again easing his way down your cock. Once you thought he was comfortable enough you wasted no time tangling your hands in his hair and pushing down on his head. Your fingers laced in his hair and you were practically screaming for him. He held onto your thighs to keep himself grounded. The lewd sounds coming from Jake were glorious, he was gagging and slurping. You could see tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. You turned your attention back to Y/n, sprawled out watching the events unravel right before her eyes. She looked like she was in a trance, she looked beautiful, you could see her slick running down her thighs. You could tell she was close to her end.

“Y/n, I’m so close, please cum with me.” and your words were her undoing. She came violently soaking everything around her.

“Jake, oh ffuck baby I’m cumming, oh fuck,” His throat constricted you in just the right way and you exploded down his throat and he drank every drop.

You all looked completely fucked out, each of your eyes droopy and glazed over.

You pulled Jake up beside you and he laid his head on your chest, you gestured for Y/n to join you. She sunk down on the couch on the other side of you mimicking Jake putting her head on your chest. The room smelled of delicious sex, you were all radiating a flaming body heat. Y/n placed a gentle kiss on your bare chest. She then sat up and placed a kiss on both your and Jake’s cheeks.

“Did our girl enjoy the show?” you said to her.

She ran her fingers through her folds collecting her cum. She brought one finger to your mouth and the other one to Jake’s. You both eagerly accepted and tasted her sweetness.

“Does that answer your question?”

“I think we will take that as a yes,” you said to her.

Tonight had taken a completely unexpected turn. The two people that you cared about most in the world were laying naked on top of you. You could just feel all of your adoration of each other seeping out. You wanted this to last forever. Your mind was far too cloudy to think any deeper.

You were pulled from this haze when Y/n sat up, “So, I guess we have some things to talk about now.”

You and Jake both nodded in agreement with her when you heard a knock at your door.

“Danny? Are you in there?” It was Sam’s voice. “We can’t find Jake or Y/n anywhere, we’re ready to head to the bar, can you help us look for them?”

“Yeah yeah sure I’ll be right out, I’m sure they just went out for some air while they waited on the rest of us to be ready.”

“Well…I suppose the three of us should clean up and head out with everyone else.” Y/n said.

“Uh yeah, we have been in here for a while.” Jake finally chimed in.

“Sooo, maybe this is a talk to be had tomorrow since we don’t have any plans. Let’s all go out and enjoy our night together and process this all.” Y/n always knew what to say. Even though there was no awkward tension in this moment like you all secretly feared that there would be.

This was blooming into so much more than you could’ve expected.

To Be Continued...

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The first few days back after finishing the life series was always a bit jarring. Impulse had been through this three times now, but this last time had been especially… odd. He didn’t like feeling odd. So he went back to old habits, and threw himself into his work. Spent two full days digging at his diggy diggy hole, reinstalled the entire storage system three blocks to the left, polished the sea lanterns until they shined.

“Impulse…”

It took Gem literally waving a hand in front of his face for him to notice her presence.

“Oh! Hi Gem! What’s up bud?” Impulse smiled at her, moving and realizing just how sore he was- how long had he been leaning against his shovel and staring at the opposite wall?

“When is the last time you slept?” Gem crossed her arms.

Impulse frowned, trying to remember the number of times he’d seen the moon come up. “Dunno… a couple of days?”

“It’s been a week, Impulse.”

“Oh.” Impulse put a hand to his chest. “Well, you know how server travel goes.”

“yoU KnOw hOW serVEr TRaVeL gOeS.” Gem mimicked him, rolling her eyes. “I can excuse a couple days of confusion, I mean you just got back from dying in the Life series, and that’s what I told myself, but you and Pearl have both been handling it badly! Maybe if you two talked to each other you could, like, get over the fact that she killed you or whatever.”

Impulse’s fingers wandered absentmindedly across his chest, just kind of playing with the fabric of his shirt. “It wasn’t Pearl who killed me.”

“Well then go talk to whoever did.” Gem retorted. “Get your closure and then go to sleep. I miss soup group shenanigans.” Without another word she took off, maybe to avoid Impulse’s story of his death, which he had just been about to tell. Ah well.

Impulse went back to digging, hacking away at a gold ore, fully intending on ignoring Gem’s suggestion, but, just as annoying as she was, he kept thinking about the axe buried in his chest, the shock of who had put it there, and the darkness.

It was approaching another night, and Impulse put down his pickaxe and flew out of the hole. He flew past Pearl’s alien landscape, saw a huddled figure in blankets sitting under a mushroom. He’d talk to her too, after this perhaps. He held nothing against Pearl, never had and never would. So proud of the champion.

Impulse landed on the stairs of Bdubs’ diorite tower, which was alive with activity. He could hear someone, Etho he was sure, hitting something with a hammer in the basement. Far above was Ren’s doghouse castle thing- Impulse could see lights on.

“Impulse?”

Impulse turned to find the very man he’d been looking for standing on the staircase right inside, dressed in literal striped pajamas and a nightcap.

“Hey Bdubs.” Impulse felt for his chest on instinct.

“What on earth are you doing here so late?” Bdubs’ eyes flicked to Impulse’s hand and then up to his eyes. “I was about to go to sleep.”

“Can we talk?” Impulse asked.

“For a bit, but I really gotta get to sleep.” Bdubs gestured for Impulse to follow him up the stairs. Impulse climbed in silence, just kind of looking at the back of Bdubs’ head and that stupid nightcap. He’d been putting off seeing Bdubs ever since he got back, and it was almost odd to see him like this, all normal and whole again.

“So, whatcha wanna talk about?” Bdubs gestured to a chair in the corner of his bedroom.

Impulse sat. “Well, about double life, honestly. It’s kinda weird to be back, isn’t it?”

“Kind of.” Bdubs sat on top of his bed. “I just got so much to do here, it’s more been a matter of oh yeah that happened anyways. You probably feel the same way, you little dwarf guy.”

“So you’re adjusting well then?” Impulse asked, wondering why he was talking like this, like Bdubs was a simple causal acquaintance.

“Oh yeah, it’s been the easiest adjustment yet.” Bdubs said. “Just keep thinking I’m gonna get phantom damage every once in a while, which is weird to get un-used to. What about you?”

Impulse played with his shirt. “Oh yeah, well, it’s been-”

“Why do you keep doing that?” Bdubs interrupted, mimicking Impulse’s hand on his chest. “What’s that about?”

“I- I don’t know. I guess its kind of involuntary, in a way. It’s where the axe was buried into me.” Impulse let out a long breath.

Bdubs frowned, kind of looking up towards the ceiling in deep thought. “What do you mean? Pearl killed me, she never touched you.”

Impulse’s hand rubbed quicker against his chest. “It was a weird and confusing fight, but, uh, you accidentally hit me with your axe instead of Pearl. My death message said you killed me.” Impulse pointed at his chest.

“Oh.” Bdubs frowned. “Dang. Really?”

“Yeah.” Impulse leaned forward slightly.

“Well, sounds about on brand for me, jeez lewis.” Bdubs laughed. “Impulse, we really were a couple of dunces, weren’t we? I can’t believe I killed you! Whoops! Lol.”

Impulse smiled, and it felt like paper folding into unpleasant shapes. “Yeah. Whoops.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me.” Bdubs shifted, getting under his blankets. “That sure is something huh? Now, Impulse, love ya to death and all that, but a beauty needs his beauty sleep. Do you mind blowing out the candles as you’re leaving?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sure.” Impulse stood up, kind of thrown by the abrupt end of the conversation. He moved to the door as he’d been asked, blew out the candle, then stopped dead, turning back around. His mouth worked out several different phrases, none of which ended up leaving his throat. “It’s nice to see you again, Bdubs.”

“You too Impulse. We’ll have to go out for a horse ride sometime soon.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Impulse closed the door behind him and started down the stairs. He felt heavier then when he’d came in, somehow. He grasped as his chest as if he could stop the gaping hole from swallowing him whole.

It didn’t register with Impulse until he was at the ground floor of the monolith, perhaps too distracted before, but the racket Etho had been making had ceased at some point. And there was the man himself, leaning against the door leading down to the basement.

“Hi Etho.” Impulse tried to smile at him.

“Hey there, lover boy. Still got double life on the mind?” Etho’s voice almost held a chuckle in it, and something else Impulse couldn’t put a finger on.

“You called me that name in the games, Etho. I’m back to regular old Impulse again. The games are over.” Impulse told him.

“You sure about that? They don’t seem to quite be over for you just yet, lover boy.” Etho walked forward and gently, more gentle then Impulse had ever seen him, pulled Impulse’s hand away from his chest. It hurt. It all hurt.

#July 24 2022 #fic #hc9 #dlsmp #impulsesv #bdubs #not rly shippy but could be perceived as such idk #long post

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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Hey zoomer Huey, oh my god ac red is going to be HELL when they finally revealed Yasuke is going to be the second playable character

https://x.com/oliverjia1014/status/1768104847071719880?s=46

My thing with Yasuke for the upcoming game that they acknowledge he a OUTSIDER. Hell I did some dna research in Southeast Asia and it stated many communities are East African descent so they can say post main story Yasuke settled down and retired to one of those places

Also I saw people said Japan achieved more than those 54 countries….sigh….

People forget that modern Japan is HEAVILY westernized due to American military there (mainly because we don’t want more batshit crazy soldiers like imperial Japanese ones)

And we took care of most of military might because we all know how fucked Japan would be after China got it shit together right?

So Japan was able to rebuilt faster than most countries

We just didn’t pull a British Raj and let Japan keep most of their culture. Okay okay it more complicated

Not to mention our knowledge of japan is due to american occupation there thus the culture exchange for 80 years.

Like my Yoruba thing, yes I want to show more Africans stories. But I swallow the hard pill that I can set the foundation for more better and accurate African stories. But will die before seeing African warriors be treated the same way as Samurai warriors

Also the inferiority complex, look yes African cultures are still shit on

But just grow the fuck up and stop acting like Twitter discourse is everything

I mean I recently bought the Ramayana after finding a mutual who like a naughty character Twitter see as the devil.

Just saying there are good African AND African Americans stories we can tell.

Actually have fleshing out the chimera republic in mind. I think I started to realize an issues with the knights and samurai shit. Wanna read in an another anon?

Did a reverse search on the image here, nice to see most everyone is on the same page, which is Yasuke was real and the only black samurai that's known

Fellow from Japan suggested checking this site if you're looking for dark skinned people, not sure if he means African or not, Spain and Portugal did lots of trading might have had some African slaves or something like that with them. I dunno.

I can believe the East African bit, these are the "bad guys" from 300 from India to Ethiopia and they were big on moving people from one place to another in order to keep them from creating a large enough community to pose a threat.

They've become pretty westernized over there in Japan ya, not all the way the commercial with the company apologizing for raising the price of a ice cream after like 25 years is not a western thing at all, we'd say fuck you and then increase it again.

Arizona Ice Tea is a outlier there.

And we took care of most of military might because we all know how fucked Japan would be after China got it shit together right?

We took care of military for the same reason we did with Germany, don't want to have to deal with that shit again so you can have a very limited military that's geared for self defense, someone attacks we'll come running and cover you.

See if you can find the Shaka Zulu series they made, man literally changed warfare in that part of Africa.

Big issue with sub Saharan Africa is I don't think there was any groups that could field a 10,000 man army, not many at least, not till after islam showed up and gave a unifying identity to different groups. This is just from what I know I may be wrong though.

Just saying there are good African AND African Americans stories we can tell. Actually have fleshing out the chimera republic in mind. I think I started to realize an issues with the knights and samurai shit. Wanna read in an another anon?

True dat, and ya that could be a fun read feel free.

#zoomer huey anon

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devnmon · 2 years

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warm enough outside inside

based on the song drew barrymore by sza.

might be in my feels with this one but here we go

summary: you and daryl have loved eachother for a long while. what happens when he begins to push you away?

no warnings just daryl and reader confessing their love for one another <3 kind of fast paced for my first fic that i'm posting but i hope you all enjoy!!

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For a fact, you were in love with Daryl Dixon. And you were also his best friend. So, complicated was just the surface of your pining situation, even if neither of you knew the way you felt about each other.

You were the closest thing he had to a best friend in this fucked up world, and he had loved you for a long time.

Through hard days on the road, the situation at Terminus and the drama within Alexandria, he was always there. Daryl was your rock, your person, your everything. No matter how surly and scary he looked, there was a spot on his battered heart that held his meaning of you to him with an iron fist.

Weeks and weeks of dealing with these feelings caused Daryl to lose sleep, unknowing of the affect he had on you. He stirred in his bed every night, wondering if he would ever be the one to warm your heart on cold days and remind you of your worth.

Truth be told, he couldn't help himself from falling for you.

As close as the both of you had gotten, something changed in Daryl recently. He would go out on runs without saying a word to you, or take his meals straight back to his house. He kept conversations dwindled to small talk while rushing by you into isolation. You could just tell there was something on his mind and it was pushing the two of you apart.

Him pushing you away only made you want to figure out what was going on behind his eyes even more. After avoiding you for a couple weeks now, you'd had enough. Gathering the courage to confront him, you took a deep breath and started your long strides toward his house.

Walking past the front door and around to the garage where you knew Daryl would be working on his bike, you heard his voice and another in conversation. Deciding not to confront him now, you stood just outside of the closed garage door.

"What's the big deal, Daryl? Ya never been the type to back down from anythin', much less telling someone how ya feel bout somethin'." Rick's drawl sounded out from behind the door.

"iI'm not good at this kinda shit. Always- always fucked up shit like this. Never even had feelings for someone like this before." Daryl spoke, slurred. You heard little metal clinks hit the ground.

Daryl and Rick were drinking.

You sighed to yourself. Daryl only drank when something was really messing with his head. Naybe it was the fact that he's got feelings for someone. And those feelings were flooding his mind so often that he’s having what is probably way too many drinks with Rick about it.

You should just leave now, you thought. Before you hear something you probably shouldn't.

Rick went on, "I just don't get it. you never walk into a room without checkin' if she's there, you lose sleep over whether or not she feels the same way. So why don't ya go tell her how ya feel?"

"It ain't that simple, asshole. I can't just say 'I like ya' to her cause i don't. I love her. I wanna do it right, wanna love 'er down right. iId do anythin' for her. Her and her damn gorgeous eyes. An' her hips in those jeans. Those stupid jeans. I dunno what she called em... mom jeans I think...?"

At first you thought you heard wrong... but after a moment of repeating his words in your head, the realization hit you.

Daryl was talking about you.

"You're gettin' off track, Daryl. I don't see a reason not to tell her."

"I ain't good enough for her. An' even if i do tell her, she doesn't want a dumbass redneck like me." Daryl's admittance about himself made your heart hurt. He was a much better man than he knew, every bit as good as Rick and the other men in their group.

Oh Dixon.. if only you knew... You thought to yourself.

"A'right listen, I've gotta go back and check on Michonne before she gets anxious to find me and breaks her bedrest. I'll catch you later, brother. And don't drink too much, for your own sake."

"Yeah yeah..." Daryl waved Rick off as he exited through the house and out the front door. All you could hear now was Daryl moving around in his garage. You heard him sigh and start to throw his beer bottles away.

You began walking back to your house, then stopped in your tracks and pondered to yourself.

Screw waiting. i can't take it anymore.

You made your way to daryl's front door and knocked loud and clear. Daryl made his way to the door and opened it.

"Hey, sunshine, what're ya doin here?" He stumbled back a bit from the alcohol in his system.

"Sorry to bother you, Daryl. I just needed to see you." You walked past him into the warm house from the chilled air outside.

"You're not botherin' me, you could never bother me.." He trailed off. you turned around and looked at him.

"Sorry i'm so clingy... I don't mean to be a lot but... Daryl, just why are you pushing me away?" You turned around to face him.

"What?" He said as he closed the door behind him.

"I don't get it. Why are you pushing me away? You're my best friend, Daryl. We do everything together." You stood with your hands on your hips.

"I-" Daryl sighed, "Come on, calm down. Take a seat for me, will ya?" Frustrated, you sat down on the couch while Daryl sat across from you in an armchair.

"Please don't bullshit me right now. Why are you pushing me away, when all i want to do is be around you?"

Daryl ran his hand through his hair.

"Look, Daryl, I get so ashamed of myself sometimes for feeling this way but it's hard enough you have to treat me like this. And i'm lonely enough to let you treat me like this. But..." You exhaled, "Do you really wanna love me down like you say you do? Do you love me like you say you do?" Daryl's face fell. He was dumbfounded and before he knew it, he began to fidget with his hands like he did when he was embarrassed.

"Oh... Ya heard all that?" Daryl said, scratching the back of his head.

"You bet your ass I did. But i didn't just hear it, Daryl. And to you this might sound crazy, but I love you. You're my best friend and my favorite person to be around. I'd just felt so lonely before I met you and..." Daryl took your hands, "And you reminded me that i don't have to be."

"All of that ya heard... It's true. I'm sorry for pushin' you away. I was only doin' that shit cause I didn't wanna lose ya if you didn't feel the same way. Iust didn't know how to tell ya that I loved ya like that."

"How could I not love you, Daryl?? You're the best man I know and, how isn't everyone in love with you?" You chuckled as his hands cupped your face and a sudden burst of confidence made his will to hold back from finally kissing you much weaker.

"Can i kiss ya?" His thumb rested on the apple of your cheek.

You said nothing except for the nodding of your head that showed him you were okay with this. Daryl's lips eliminated all the air between the both of you. The taste of beer on him made them even more intoxicating. Kissing him was like a new life in itself, invigorating and you wanted more with every scrape of his rough lips against yours.

Pulling back for air, your eyes locked with Daryl's, falling into the deep blues of his and never wanting to look away.

"Now will ya let me love ya down right?" His eyes glanced down at your lips and then up to your eyes. A blush erupted on your cheeks and you replied.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Daryl's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The feeling of safeness that was being wrapped up in his arms overwhelmed you. Daryl gave you hope, and now, he gave you so much more than just a smile on your face. He gave you happiness.

a/n: likes + reblogs are appreciated!! it lets me know how much everyone enjoys my writing & sharing to others is a generous thing to do. much love & thanks :)

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfic #twd fic #devnmon writes

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Star Wars: The Old Republic Sometime during the 5-year KOTFE gap; Breaktown, Zakuul Warnings: Unethical Experimentation, Minor Injury, Needles Characters: Varrich Tophrik (former Havoc CO, he/him, Mirialan), Montiiresc Rehm ("medic," he/him, Human)

“Who the hell did they have you dueling?”

It was a rhetorical question. They both knew the injuries could have only been sustained from Dawn.

Monty shook his head as he sutured the gash in Varrich’s shoulder (Dawn’s claws were too sharp for sparring, hadn’t the handlers said they’d make him “sparring hands” so he couldn’t eviscerate one of the other projects?) It didn’t matter. What’s done was done, but it didn’t numb Varrich’s irritation any.

His own “team” hadn’t exactly been pleased by his loss. But, they’d learned something valuable (hell if he knew what), so that meant he’d be allowed proper rest for the night once Monty was done with him. Finally, he hadn’t gotten more than a few hours at a time in… He’d lost track. A few weeks, at least.

“This is the third time I’ve had to re-stitch this same wound, Varrich. You know that, yeah?”

“Tell that to them.” Did his handlers realize how hard it was to spar when he didn’t have full motion in his arm because it was still healing? He supposed they probably did, and were testing his limits. How...frustrating.

Monty snorted at that. “I don’t have a death wish, friend.”

“Neither do I.”

And they both went quiet, as Monty continued tending to what the handlers considered minor injuries. At least, minor enough they couldn’t be bothered with them, and left them to Monty’s care.

Varrich grimaced, though didn’t pull away, when the other man soon dabbed a wet cloth at his bruised and bloodied cheek.

“Y’know, I’ve always wondered about these tattoos of yours.” Monty touched the cloth (gently, so very gently despite the way his hands always trembled a little) to the bridge of Varrich’s nose.

Right. He was Zakuulan, and had been in the facility for…well, more years than Varrich wanted to think about. He was probably the first Mirialan Monty had ever encountered.

Varrich lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, his gaze fixed on the far wall. “Most Mirialans get them. They usually signify achievements, family—things we’re proud to openly display.”

Monty hummed. “What are yours?”

He touched his fingertips to where he knew the one on his nose stretched across to his cheek. “It…” And he frowned. “...It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m not the same man who earned them.”

The other sighed, but didn’t press. “Don’t think any of us are who we used to be, friend.”

To that, Varrich agreed. And he had to wonder, what life had the others trapped here been taken from? Had Monty even been a doctor, or had he just been forced to take on the role?

But he knew better than to ask.

Instead, Varrich sighed, and grabbed Monty by the wrist as the “medic” bustled about the room. He looked surprised, for a moment. But he was smart. In a moment, Monty leaned close, good ear turned to the other and eyes fixed on the door.

“Has anyone ever gotten out of here?” Varrich’s question was a soft whisper. Even so close, he knew it would be hard to hear.

“...Only in a body bag.”

Varrich’s heart clenched a little at that answer, but he swallowed.

“And what if someone did?”

Monty chewed his lip. “I…dunno. They’d probably lock stuff down for a while, y’know?”

“Monty.” The man wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “Montiiresc.” That got his attention; even the scanner on the side of his head stalled for a moment at the use of his full name. “What if… What if I got out of here?”

“I—I don’t know.”

Varrich squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the way it pulled at the bruised skin around his new cybernetic, or how the artificial eye didn’t quite fit in the socket to make the action mildly uncomfortable. He sighed, tightened his hand on Monty’s wrist a moment. “If I get out, I’m coming back for you.”

The Human huffed a laugh and pulled his hand away.

That laugh held no humor.

“No one gets out of here. Not alive.”

Varrich bit his tongue and looked away.

Then maybe he’d be the first.

#swtor #republic trooper #mirialan #voids ocs #tales from the void #oc: varrich tophrik #oc: montiiresc rehm #this was one of multiple whumptober prompts i never posted #i actually had most of them done. i just.#gave up posting them #so i edited this a bit and am gonna post it #unethical experimentation #minor injury #needles #why. isn't. the read more. saving.#FINALLY

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1k (on the dot)

summary: “I’m taken.” “By who?” -his bf

warnings: suggestive, very. two dirty jokes

a/n: wallusy

Wally’s fanmail was always the same. There was the expected: admiration for his ability in battle and the fantastic, somewhat someway somehow artistic scenes he created with his ring of fire and explosions, and confessions of love.

They were sweet and all, albeit filled with way too much wishful thinking. Usually they came with a gift, though, so at the very least he was more than grateful.

He opens the first one of the day, he could tell with the little heart stamp on the envelope, and reads the first line out loud just like the rest of them, “Dear Fuse, I just gotta say I am in love with you.” He laughs, then speaks apologetically as though they’d be able to hear him, “Sorry, dear. I’m taken.”

“By who?”

Wally stares up from the envelope, confused look on his pretty face, furrowed eyebrows and all the shabang. “I’m sorry, what?”

You stare up from your book, an amused look on your face. “Did you hear me correctly?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-” Then he realizes it. You were only having a bit of fun. “oh.”

You laugh as he clears his throat. “Right, well. I am taken by a wonderful man. My boyfriend, he’s the best I could ask for.”

“Really?” You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip from your cup.

“Fair dinkum. Do you want to know more?” He shrugs. “I mean, I’d gloat about him all day if I could, but I dunno if you’re willin’ to lend a stranger an ear just to talk about their boyfriend.”

“Yeah, tell me more.” You snicker, “Perhaps I know him.”

“Yeah, preferably.” You sit up in your high chair by the kitchen, as if you’re beginning to pay more attention.

“Eh, dunno if you know the guy, he hardly comes out during the daytime. You’d think he’s a vampire o’ something.” You stick your tongue out at him but he decides to ignore it. “Are you sure you only want me to sing his praises? I can say other things, too.”

“Well, he’s a good man. Greatest man I know. He’s kind, very. Treats me well.”

“How well?”

“So well.”

He stands from his seat on the couch and makes his way to you, slowly, very slowly. “He’s smart, too. Awfully smart. Makes me feel like an idiot in comparison, frankly.”

“Don’t put yourself down just to uplift someone else, dear.”

“You’re right.” He shakes his head at himself, “Okay, then. Puts in the hard yakka on everything he does. And then there’s his looks.”

You laugh at his face as he says that. He looks like he’s in a trance as he’s thinking about it. “Mesmerizing, is he?”

“Yeah. Like,” He stops in front of you, leaning against the counter, “one of those crystal balls at the fortune teller’s in festivals.”

“Reckon those aren’t the only balls that mesmerize you.”

He snorts, loud, and almost breaks character for a second. “Yeah, I reckon. You little ripper.” He mutters to himself.

“Anyway, he’s uh, got eyes more beautiful than anything you’d see.”

“Mhm?” He hooks a finger in your belt loops, an act he pulls off like it’s nothing but one that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed either.

“Hair styled perfectly.”

“Yeah?” With the belt loops, he pulls you off your seat and closer. Closer to him.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, finally feeling you against him. “Yeah. It’s amazing hair, really. I don’t think I’ll be able to achieve something like it with my aging hairline.”

You snicker, “Well I think you pull off your haircut well, considering what you’ve got.”

“Do I?” He asks, eyes trailing down your face.

“You do.”

He switches his fingers on your belt loops, from index to middle, and pulls his finger through up to the first knuckle against the loop. He’s got his hands around either side of your hips, now, and with that, he pulls you impossibly closer.

“What else?”

“Oh… lips softer than a baby’s bum.”

He pulls you forward again, as if tugging, with his hands; clearly frustrated when he realizes it fails to pull your upper half towards him.

“Weird comparison, mister..?”

“Walter, Wally, Fuse. Whatever you want to call me.” He replies breathlessly.

“Do you want to kiss me, mister Fuse?”

His tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them with saliva as if making them more presentable to you. “Yeah.” He admits. “I do, a lot.”

You lean in, finally, to satisfy him. “Let me tell you about my boyfriend.”

He loves the way those words slip out your mouth, especially after kissing you. ‘My boyfriend’, like he was yours, like he belonged to you.

“He’s got the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and eyes a warm, sweetly chocolate brown. He’s kind, very kind, and,” Wally doesn’t resist pulling a kiss from your lips, but even then you continue like nothing. “a brilliant man. He’s a fighter, he is; could fight for anything and get it.”

Wally practically purrs as you trace a finger up his side. “Fought for me, even, and got me. Impossibly stubborn, can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, but I like that about him.”

“Do you? Like that about people?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then I suppose you would like it if I asked for a kiss, then wouldn’t take your refusal for an answer?”

“I suppose so. But,” You chuckle, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

Wally laughs, too, and steals a sweet kiss from your lips. “On the contrary, actually, he really liked that.”

Your finger continues up his side, up his shoulder and slightly ticklish neck, until it reaches his cheek. Then, you cup it with your hand. “Did he, now?”

“Very.” His grin widens. “I think you can tell, can’t you? Feel a little something in the ol’ daks?”

You laugh, out loud, finally breaking character at his derpy oggling eyes and stupid words. “You bogan!”

Wally laughs, “Can’t help it when you’re so clearly tryna get me all riled up.”

#walter x reader #walter x male reader #i refuse to say fitzroy #fuse x reader #fuse x male reader #apex x reader #apex x male reader #apex legends x reader #apex legends x male reader #🎟 // apex legends #🎫 // fuse #🎫 // walter #🌸 // success!#💞 // darlings

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lewis-winters · 5 months

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for my love @hellofanidea! just wanted to cheer you up, man, I know uni can be real tough this time of year. so I wrote you some Arthur and Nat fluff! please have a good (rest of your?) day, and don't forget to look after yourself!

tw: internalized transphobia, it's remedied within the story though, so don't worry

"I think I might've done somethin' terrible," Natalie hears someone say. It takes her a moment to realize that that someone was her. And by the time she does, it's too late, and the rest of it all tumbles out of her mouth in a breathless rush. "In a past life, I mean."

It's an odd thought. One she doesn't usually give the time of day. But she won't deny that it's an old one. A secret one that she's kept locked at the back of her mind where big, untouchable, cosmic things like God and miracles and all the other unknown magicks of the universe reside, apart from the more practical parts of life. It's never been given a voice before-- she never intended to. Much less speak it aloud. But the events of the past four years has shaken something loose in her, and suddenly big, untouchable, cosmic things have permeated the mundane, and anything is possible.

A moment of silence. Then; "What makes you say that?"

"I dunno," she lies, though she knows better not to. The answering unimpressed harrumph is enough of a reprimand to remind her. "Jus'… somethin' I think about. Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"When I'm feeling--" Despicable. Unforgivable. Too big and too little at the same time. "Sore."

They're at the big pond today, taking shelter under the cooling shade of several cicada-infested, screaming trees. It's hot, bright, and humid out, ideally a day best spent in the water. But Arthur had been sat up against one of the great big trunks, and he'd looked so soft, so inviting, and so content, he was practically glowing. Natalie was helpless to do anything but lay her head on his lap and try and doze the afternoon away. A mistake, truly, because now she'd managed to open her big mouth and corner herself in a conversation she's not prepared to have.

But Arthur is gentle. He's always gentle, even when Natalie makes it difficult for him. Carefully, he runs his fingers through her damp hair and scritches her scalp with blunt nails. If she could purr, she would. "Sore, huh?"

He knows what she isn't saying. She knows that he knows. There really isn't any need to continue talking, that invisible thread tying them together pulling taut like a string between two cups, quivering with words unsaid. Natalie should leave it at that. Let the silence be the end. But she's bursting with so much… everything; the words are practically climbing over themselves to make it out of her mouth. Keeping them in is so much more of an effort than just. Letting them be.

Blinking her eyes open against the harsh afternoon light, she continues. "Sometimes I think I might've lived before and done… somethin' terrible. Murder, maybe. Or worse. And I didn't get no justice then, so when I died, God saw fit to do it Himself, and He made me go at it all again, but this time as a--"

She doesn't trail off so much as she clamps her teeth back down on her words again. Because, suddenly, they seem too heavy to bear.

The fingers in her hair have stopped twining since she'd stopped talking, and the absence of their movement is somehow louder than the cicadas buzzing in the trees.

"I never thought of it that way," Arthur finally says, flatly. "… Would that be the same for all of us, do you think?"

"No," is Natalie's immediate answer, the words once again leaving her mouth unbidden, frantic to tell the truth, even if she herself doesn't know it yet. "No, ya could never--"

Arthur cocks his head to the side, expression unreadable, on account of the blazing sun backlighting him in golden light. From where she is all she can see of him is glowing red. In his hair, in his pale cheeks, in the swell of his lip. She reaches a hand up to cup his face in her palm, feeling the heat of him burn the flesh of her.

"You could never," she says again, more sure. Because Arthur is kind. He is brave. And he is larger than this life and whatever life he might have had before or will have after. "If there was a Heaven, you'd be too good for it."

Arthur sniffs. "I don't know about that." He takes her hand, though, and brings it to his mouth to kiss. "But I like being here, with you."

Natalie blinks back the sting at the corners of her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Wherever I go, after, I hope it'll have you in it, too," Arthur sighs, returning to his task of minding her hair. "... You're not a punishment, Natty. I wish you wouldn't think that of yourself."

And Natalie wishes it, too. Not for her sake, but for his. Because he asked it of her, and Natalie would do anything Arthur asked of her, if only so he would know that an ounce of his happiness was much better than a whole life's worth of her misery.

Again, she reaches for his face with her other free hand, and squeezes his cheeks in lieu of a hug. "It's a lousy punishment, anyway," she says, hoping to get him to smile. "If I hadn't been born this way, I'd've never met you."

Arthur hums, thoughtful. "Maybe God made it so we can meet each other."

The stinging at the corner of her eyes has returned. This time, she braves it, because blinking might mean losing sight of Arthur, and she wants to look at him forever. "You think so?"

"Yes," Arthur says, smiling now. Even more radiant and soft than he was moments ago. Looking like something big and untouchable and cosmic made human. Just for her. "We were made this way so that we can match."

"Yes." Something hot runs down from the corner of her eye, and disappears into the thick of her hair, but she doesn't care. Natalie's smiling, too. "I think I like that much better."

#people like us #bob ocs #natalie morse #love you nathan #ab foster #estrella_marie

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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I read a really sweet snippet someone wrote of Pepa being insecure and Felix just listing off all the things he loves about her...

And now I want a snippet where Felix gets insecure for once and Pepa is immediately there with an entire composition notebook full of things she loves about him.

FUCK YEAH FÉLIX SUPPORT IN THIS BITCH. LET'S GO.

Félix whistled a bit as he made his way back home. Félix was the one who usually went for the groceries, and he always got something for his precious wife while he was out. A fancy box of chocolates this time, and even a piece of this 'baklava' stuff that he's recently fallen in love with. He felt something hit his foot, knocking him out of the daydream of his family. It was a ball. A few young men looked at him, nodding in his direction.

"Oye- kick it over!"

He gave it a good kick over to them, and after one guy passed it to his buddy, he nodded towards him.

"Gracias, el viejo!"

Old man. He was used to hearing that from his kids (okay from Camilo), but to get that from a group of young, sorta studly guys? It sorta...rubbed him the wrong way. He shook his head, trying not to think about it, and just kept going. He was close to the house, when a man pushing an ice cream cart (they were pretty popular in summer) stopped him.

"Hey, Félix! I saved a nieve for Pepa, you mind giving it to her?"

"Oh uh...sure."

He accepted a pretty big container of triple chocolate ice cream, with the man putting it in the bag for him.

"Tell Pepa to have a good one. She's a BEAUTIFUL woman."

Félix gave him a look over, and this guy was fairly young. Handsome too. Why did that...bug him?

"Uh. Thanks. I'll tell her that."

"Seriously. Whoever she married was a lucky, lucky man."

"That's me. I'm her husband."

The man raised a brow, looking him up and down.

"Really? Thought you were her uncle or something. You look older than I thought. Anyhow, have a nice one!"

He watched the man as he walked away. He remembered back then, they always said he was a perfect man for her. Now...no one could believe it. He scowled on his way to the Casita, faking a smile as Camilo grabbed his pan, as Dolores grabbed her gummy snacks, and as he set Antonio's animal crackers in the kitchen cabinets.

"Félix? Estás aquí?"

He didn't meet Pepa's eyes as he put stuff away. He didn't want Pepa to look at him. Not right now.

"Si mi vida. I'm just putting stuff away. I got you chocolates, and ice cream."

"Aren't you sweet?~"

She walked in, giving him a smooch on the top of his head. Somehow, that didn't feel as comforting as it used to be. No matter, he smiled away, and that was that. Least, it would've been, had it not been Pepa we were talking about here. When his eyes didn't immediately jump for joy, she raised a brow at him, and stopped his hand from putting more stuff away.

"Pepa what are you-"

"You're upset. Who was it? Who do I need to FUCKING kill?"

He shook his head with a chuckle.

"No Pepa it's fine. I'm-"

"Upstairs."

"...si, mi vida."

She ushered him up the steps until they got to her room. She made him sit on the bed, and after she locked the door, she stood there, hands on her hips, and glaring at him.

"Explain. You're upset."

"Pepa how do you even-"

"I've been married to you for over thirty years. I'm not blind."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked towards the mirror a bit behind her, and sighed.

"I...I'm sorry. I guess I just don't feel...well. Sexy today."

She noticed him looking at the mirror, and took a bit of a step aside, as if these two had some chemistry she didn't want to interrupt.

"How so?"

"I just...I dunno. I'm old I guess. I got so much gray in my hair. I'm fat. I'm not exactly the same young stud you married. I feel like an old but trusty donkey. I didn't age like you. It's funny, my papi always said men aged like milk and women aged like wine. You could get men half your age if you wanted. Me? I...I think I'm stupid for making you realize that now."

He turned to look at her, and she was SEETHING. Thunder boomed above her and rain fell upon them in a fury.

"Hablas en serio?"

He gave a bit of a shrug. He should be more scared of her fear, but he felt so...droopy, he didn't care.

"I just know you can do better if you want. I'm not saying this for pity, I'm just saying it's what I'm feel-"

"WELL YOU'RE STUPID."

Oh no. She was mad. Like, mad enough to cause an earthquake mad. She was pacing back and forth as thunder, lighting, rain, wind, started to slowly pick up in the room.

"Pepa-"

"NO. SHUT UP. You come in MY house, and insult MY tastes by saying you aren't sexy! My HUSBAND! The FATHER of my children!"

"Pepa wait-"

"I'M NOT DONE. If you weren't sexy, I wouldn't be married to you! I wouldn't be thinking of you EVERY morning!"

She started to pull out books from her shelf, and throw them at him. They were soft books, and she didn't throw as hard as she could (seriously girl had an ARM), but he'd still rather be pelted with hail.

"I wouldn't be bragging about you! I wouldn't be calling everyone's husband shit because they don't do what you do! I wouldn't buy cute clothes for you! I wouldn't let you do my hair or hold my hand while we eat! I wouldn't let you join me in the bathroom when I showered and laugh when you almost fell over the bar of soap!"

He tried to use a hook to block her attacks, swearing a bit after each one. She looked like she was going for a wind up, when he looked at her most recent weapon.

"What. What does that book say?"

That made her cloud disappear immediately. She softened under his gaze, and gave it to him. On the front of the book, 'reasons I love Félix' were written. In fact...all these books were called that. She hugged herself, and sat next to him, not meeting his eyes.

"I...I wrote that book. I wrote all of these. Open it."

He opened the one on hand. It was dated back when they were teenagers.

'Félix bought glittery pens, because I keep forgetting mine for class. It was so cute, I couldn't stand it!'

Another one.

'Félix was being so mean today, trying to get little peeks up my skirt. He kept pinching my butt when we met each other in the hallway, I wanted to hit him. But I did kinda like it' followed by doodles of hearts. All of these entries were like this. Different days, different pens.

"Pepa are all these...about me?"

"Si. I didn't say this before, but every single day, I write something about you that got to me. Ever since highschool. This one is this months."

She handed him a new looking book, and he glanced at the mess around him, and the books still in the cabinet. So many. He opened the book to today's date.

'Félix woke me up this morning by holding my hand and kissing it. He called me beautiful, when his dumb ass is over here, sunshine and gorgeous. He looks perfect so early in the morning, every day. I hope he knows I'm jealous. His pretty hair and his soft lips and his big, kind eyes. And his stupid chest hair-im amazed I let him leave without making him put another baby in me. I love him'.

He looked towards the shelf. These all came from a big box, stuffed with books. Every one of those were about...him.

"You...wrote these. About me. Why?"

"Because you make me feel something Félix. Love, lust,"

She reached over to hold his hand, looking at his fingers.

"Everything. You are the most incredible man I've ever met. To insist I'll love another...I feel like I should kill you."

Their eyes finally met, and he didn't at all stop her as she went in to kiss him. It was a good, soft, smooth kiss, better than the finest wine or richest cigar. When they pulled away, he kept his forehead against hers, staring into those brilliant green eyes of hers. He cupped her cheek, wiping a tear away from her cheek.

"Why are you crying Pepa?"

"I'm just. I should've done more to prove that you're sexy. More than the stupid 'sementals'. I don't want these 'boys'. I want you. I'm sorry."

"No no, Pepita...we all have feel bad days. But thank you. I've...I've never felt my ego so stroked, honestly. You might have created a monster."

That got her smiling. She squeezed his hand gently, kissing the tip of his nose.

"I have no regrets. I think I can tame a beast like you~"

"Oh do you really, mi Pequeña asesina de monstruos?~"

She shoved him pretty hard into the sheets, quickly sitting on top of his chest, and trailing a nail down his chest, and did that lip bite she knew he LOVED.

"You really wanna know sexy I think you are?"

"Only if you promise not to hold back, mi sol."

"I'm going to ruin that sexy ass of yours~"

She leaned down to kiss his lips, before getting up and heading for the closet. He looked at her, even though his view was upside down.

"Wait? Are you getting the thing?"

"Yes."

"Say the name."

"Don't make me say the stupid ass name."

"You wanna make me feel sexy, say the name!"

She groaned loudly, before looking at him, strap on in her hand.

"Do you want to ride the tornado, Félix?"

"HA YOU SAID IT- YES!"

"I love you, Félix."

"I love YOU mi Pepa! Mi sol! My linda! Mi amor! Mi-"

He was silenced when his ballgag was shoved into his mouth. She patted his forehead affectionately.

"Ya. Let me do all the talking. You want to hear how sexy you are? I'll show you how sexy you are~"

As she tied up his hands to the bed post, he couldn't help but look up at her, and think-

He must be the sexiest man alive.

#not transformers #encanto #lemon #just in case #no actual fucking but like #we get close to it #anyway yes Félix deserves loves and praise and adoration #and they went out to eat after to REALLY prove he's sexy #asks

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Honkers hiiiiii!!!! 🤡🤡🤡🤡 It's ya girl Pretzel!!!!! 🥨🥨🥨🥨🥨 Just had the craziest dream the other night! I think I've found my calling!

So, there I was, at a carnival like I used to go to as a kid, just walking around, enjoying myself. Then I started to smell the most wonderful thing: Delicious delicious food! Warm, salty, mouth-watering smells of freshly prepared junk food!

I notice myself drifting off toward it in a daze, literally lifting off the ground like a cartoon character, and when I get there, I realize something. No one is manning the stand!

Oh no! We can't just leave all this food unattended! Luckily, there's an employee uniform on standby for me to take over. I hurriedly put it on, not questioning why the shirt just had a gaping hole where my tits would be, or why my huge weiner was hanging out of my skirt. The shoes were weird too, they were big long sneakers with a hole for my toes to pop out of, so they're just wriggling around waiting for a customer to suck on them. Soon enough a bunch of other guests (they're probably fellow clowns to be!) show up and I start serving food! I'm so good at juggling different orders all at once and making the guests laugh with my antics! Then someone shows up, a bloated thing I only recognized as a fellow clown further along on her transformation, and asks for the "special menu"...

A switch flips in my head and I present myself to her. She starts sucking my dick and I watch her visibly swell from how much I unload into her. A bunch of other clowns start to surround me and get working on my toes and tits. Sucking and licking, sucking and licking. Gosh, I was in heaven! I couldn't stop farting, and to my surprise, I realized that my farts had the exact same smell as that of the food stand.

I woke up with my bed covered in mayo jizz. I tend to sleep naked so there was absolutely nothing to protect my stuff from the onslaught of my shower of cum. If my plushies weren't cum stained before they sure are now. I was too groggy to get myself ready to lick up that much jizz on all my babies so I resolved myself to give them an actual cleaning later on. The thing is, I tend to get thirsty when I wake up, and as I got up to grab a drink, I realized that my tits were audibly sloshing. Weird! I figured,

"Well, I already ate my own cum, why not sample my breasts too?"

To my surprise, it tasted like cola. You'd think the carbonation would be uncomfortable, but no, it feels kind of fizzy and silly! Gives me the giggles heheheh...

So yeah, it was a pretty wacky start to the day for me. I read what you said about my previous messages by the way and if you guys have any advice to get rid of that lady's pictures I'm open!

(I'm also open to some good foot porn suggestions! Hannah hit me up with your faves, I can tell you're a woman of culture. I'd also be very interested in seeing Brittany's tootsies up close, but I understand if you're a little possessive with them!)

Also, love love love love the shirt hahaha! I was laughing so hard when I saw it, I let out a gas bomb of a fart, it smelled like nacho cheese all over the flat! I would totally get one IRL if I could, you're the funniest girl I know!

BTW If you're looking for bigger feet, take it from me, you can get your toes to grow a bit by just really pulling on them when you're sucking them, same thing with your soles! Just give your foot a nice longggg drag of the tongue and it grows for the gag! Saw a clown do it in a video and I've been thinking of trying it out for myself soon! I might record a vid, I dunno. It's the exhibitionist urge giving me ideas.

Lots and lots of love and kisses and hugsssss!!! Love ya lots Hannah!🤡🤗🤗🤗😘💖💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💓

Uh oh! Look out! Incoming message from Pretzel! Gotta prepare myself.

*closes door*

*sits down*

*pants off*

*cuts cheese*

*Starts masturbating*

🥨

Oh my god Pretzel you greasy little freak you’re becoming so hot! What an amazing dream.

Normally I would warn people against those circus dreams, but your was just sooooo perfect for you, and those shoes sound hot!

I think what we need to do is set you up a snack stand in front of my office or in my lobby so you can entertain my guests before they get in!

Hehe Hyuk!

Gosh so hot. I’m imagining your big musky wiener turning all red and ruddy, a proper hot dog, hyuck!

And UUUUUUUUUGH you feeding that clown your mayo until she was a flat bloated whale? That’s so perfect for a junk food clown like you! The whole circus is going to be filled with fat lady clowns if they don’t keep you on a leash! Hehe, I’d like to keep your greasy ass on a leash, my little wiener dog…

You may want to consider sleeping with a condom on, or an empty condiment bottle hyuck! If you’re having night emissions. Should make clean up a lot easier.

If you even want to clean up! Having a bunch of crusty stuffies with matted fur seems perfect for you! Give them a smooch for me, or a good fucking, whatever you think I deserve!

And I know I’m not the only one thinking about what a funny clown mommy you’d be! Filling your babies up with soda, making them the gassiest little cuties on the fair grounds! Hyuck if nothing else I want to grab those tatas and shake em up real good until they speeeeew!

As for foot porn? Gosh where to begin. Kink dot com has some great stuff, ever since I woke up in a nylon bodysuit I’ve been really into encasement, mmmmm yummy yummy nylon. Socks, shoes, ughn I just can’t choose I’m a total foot freak, I’ll take it all honk honk! Hehehehyuck!

And it is so great that you’re thinking of filming yourself and posting it! When we first started talking a month ago you were too shy to even leave your room, and had to perform for your stuffies, now you’re thinking of licking your feet in front of the whole internet! So proud of you!

Make you a deal, I’ll send you pics of me swallowing Brittany’s feets if I can get pics of you licking yours!

Toe Clevage better look out, next time that that slut flashes her feet in public she might just get a gallon of mayo dumped on her feet from our small town clown! Our pretzel is going to be a loud and proud exhibitionist!

Can’t wait to hear more of your adventures! I love ya girl! Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re just such a great low class clown. Just a perfect gross little greasy freak for me to add to my stable. ❤️❤️❤️

Oh yeah advice… hyuck!

Um I dunno…

Oh wait!

Keep being gorgeous!

- Ms. Hannah

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water rock spirit for the elemental writing asks ^^

Hello! Thanks for the ask! I have absolutely responded in a reasonable time frame! (sorry sorry ahhhh)

Water: How did you start writing?

I want to have a really cool story for this, but literally I just, always did? I remember being somewhere around five or six, sitting at the table and just writing? And a little older, where I had a dream, and my mother told me to keep writing what happened after I woke up. And then being like, 12, I guess, writing fanfiction, before I knew fanfiction was even a thing. I was just Doing It. I devoured books, I guess it makes sense that I would want to make up my own stories? I dunno man, it's just always been A Thing.

Rock: How do you deal with writer’s block?

I don't lmao

I don't think I get writer's block the way that implies anymore - I get very little time to write, and usually my frustration comes from wanting to write something specific that I can't write with my current characters, or for a current fandom, so I just get mad and do something else. It's not the same as being unable to get words down, it's just being sulky.

I make sure I have a lot of variety, though. I do freeb threads on various websites to write stuff I'm not invested in, and I have plenty of fandoms to fall back on, if I don't feel one of my major projects. I find I'm much less likely to be stuck if I don't feel stuck, if I don't feel like I only have One Option, that I can Only Write This Thing. (And the freeb threads work really well for making sure that I just get words out, like little warm ups, which has done wonders for the mental blocks!)

I try to be pretty relaxed about it nowadays. I have enough pressure from other responsibilities, I don't want to turn my hobby into something stressful again!

Spirit: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received on your writing?

Oh man, hands down the time someone left this review on a fanfic I wrote

"The first time I read, I suddenly realized halfway through that, of course, it's not an actual person--it's a metaphor! So I scrolled back up and started reading from the beginning again to see if I could figure it out. I had guessed money at first, but that didn't line up with his first "glimpse" of her (though I suspect that may have been what one of her sisters was). Reading the last line of the fic was a great "AHA!" moment."

Like wow, yes, please tell me more about how my point came across and you engaged with it and YEAH indeed one of the sisters was money, thank you, I feel so very proud of my writing prowess now.

There's something about complete strangers taking the time to praise stuff like that out of the blue, you know? I was never going to know if they read it or cared, and they still thought to really try and be encouraging. It meant a lot!

#my friends are endlessly encouraging obv #but i would never dream of singling out one particular comment from one particular friend #i am not interested in playing with fire lmao #also that reviewer had a tiny discord channel and they rec'd my fic hahahaaaa #they also made some very questionable recs but what are you gonna do #there's some pretty questionable content for noir skeletons ig

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writing-till-i-am-dead · 4 months

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Omori x HoO - Part 1

0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“…just found him…”

“Dunno… come from..”

“Tie him up?”

“He looks… to hurt us….”

The conversation could only be beat in brief snippets, but Sunny could definitely hear several people.

He felt someone not really there grab his hand.

“Pssst.. you gotta wake up..” Aubrey’s voice whispered in his ear. “Cmonnnn!”

He felt his eyes open up, despite how heavy they felt. “Ngh..”

“He’s waking up!”

“I knew we should’ve tied him up!”

“Leo, be quiet!”

Sunny realized he was laying in a bed and had a blanket covering him. He slowly sat up, but immediately wished he didn’t. A pain shot through his head, it felt like being stabbed by Basil all over again.

He clutched his eye, groaning in pain and lying back down.

“Are you ok?” Asked a girl. He looked up and saw a girl with yellow eyes, glowing like gold found in the deepest of caves. Or as Kel would probably describe it, “Minecraft gold.”

His breath was ragged and shaky. “I.. ugh..” he turned his head, clutching his eye. It seemed the pain was worse. Maybe it had gotten infected from being away from the hospital?

The girl placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You’re in a safe place.”

“Unless you’re here to hurt us..” murmured the same voice who recommended they tied him up.

“I’m sure this little guy can’t hurt us.”

“I’m just saying it’s better safe than sorry.”

A boy with blonde hair stepped forward. He had this leader type of aura, like a kind superhero from those comics he and Kel used to read.

“How did you get here?” His voice was serious, but not intimidating.

Sunny turned to face all of them, the light of the lanterns burning.

“Ughh…”

“He’s clearly not in the right place to answer our questions,” said the girl from before that Sunny saw before he blacked out.

“Can you talk to us? Can you speak?” Asked the golden eyes girl.

Sunny tried, but now that he’s processed the fact that there’s so many people, eyes all on him.. his voice escaped him. The only thing coming out being sputters and sounds.

“Hey, it’s ok,” said the golden eyed girl. “I know talking is sometimes hard.” She turned to one of the boys, a large, muscular Chinese boy who reminded Sunny of Charlie, the guy who always hung around Angel. “Frank, could you get him a pen and paper?”

Frank nodded and stepped out for a moment.

Even just one less person leaving the room made his anxieties a little better.

Sunny tried to recollect his thoughts. Why was he here? What was the last thing that he…

Oh.

Ya.

That’s right.

His face must’ve shown his look of despair, as the golden eyed girl looked even more concerned than she already did.

Frank came back with a pen and paper.

“Hey!” Exclaimed the same boy who wanted to tie Sunny up. “Did you swipe that from my desk?”

“It’s the only one and paper around, Valdez,” Frank grumbled.

The girl took the paper from Frank and handed it to Sunny.

“What’s your name? I’m Hazel. That’s Leo, Frank, Piper, Annabeth, Percy, and Jason.”

“You sure we should tell him our names?” Said one of the guys, Percy. Sunny noticed the look on his face and immediately felt fear strike through his heart. This guy was.. terrifying. Like the kind of guy who even Aubrey would be scared of.

“I think he’s fine,” said Annabeth, staring at Sunny with a look that had the intensity of a thousand suns. “Harmless. He can barely even move.”

These random strangers pointing out how pathetic he was didn’t exactly make Sunny feel great.

He looked at the paper as shakily wrote “My name is Sunny.”

Hazel looked at the paper, smiling and nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Sunny. Do you know how you got here?”

Sunny froze.

He tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He had to calm down. He took a long, deep breath, feeling his heart rate slow.

“I saw a winged man and I black out and ended up here.”

“A winged man?” Hazel, Frank, and Oercy all exchanged a look. “What exactly were you doing before he appeared?”

He clutched the paper, trying to steady his breathing again.

“I fell” he stopped writing for a moment. “by accident” he added, lying through the paper.

“So you were in a life or death situation. And there was a winged man. For some reason, Thanatos saved you.”

Sunny was a bit confused. Thanatos.. oh, ya. He’s heard that name. A card game he and Kel used to play had that as a character… Mythomagic. He was a death god. But, that was just a game.

“Thanatos?”

“Do you.. not know?”

He gave her a confused look.

“Thanatos took pity on you and saved you, but you know nothing about the gods?” Percy asked.

He gave Percy a perplexed look.

“The gods,” Percy repeated. “The Greek gods?”

Sunny thought for a moment. He remembered when Mari took an interest in learning about all different types of mythologies. But those days were so long ago.. so…. blurry.

Annabeth seemed to notice Sunny becoming lost in thought, based on the look she gave him.

“The Greek and Roman gods are real,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice. “We’re all children of those gods. Halfbloods, or demigods.”

Sunny stared at her, waiting for that serious look in her face to drop and a smile to spread across her lips as she would say “Haha, just kidding!”

But that never happened.

Sunny turned to stare at the blanket he had wrapped around him. This was.. something. A strange and random thing to be told to him.

But then.. he realized..

He looked up, his eyes wide and sparkling.

It’s all in my head.

He looked over and saw Something in the corner of the room before disappearing into a cloud of darkness.

He looked at the seven people who surrounded him.

The room was small but suddenly it felt like reality shifted and warped, the dimly lit room shifting to a room of colors and rainbows.

Laughter echoed and bounced off the walls as silhouettes of people ran through and disappeared.

The room splintered, cracked, became a world of light and something new to explore as the faces of the 7 new people began to glow and become colors of purple, somber looks replaced with smiles.

Then suddenly it felt like this new world disappeared the moment Sunny blinked, the seven looking at him like he just had mushrooms growing out of his head.

But the faint light still remained, peaking through the door.

It was like he was hit with a new wind. A new but also familiar smell. All too exciting. All too terrifying.

A new distraction. A same old reason.

“A new adventure.”

#Omori #sunny omori #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #Hoo #omori x hoo #fanfic #crossover #crossover fanfiction

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