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sharkboywrites · 9 months

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May I request a male reader that he and the OB boys were lovers in a past life. I loved your writing and I hope this isn't a weird request.

"I Feel Like I Know You"

He knows you. Granted, he's never seen you before until now, but something deep down tells him that there's more to this

A/N: Hi anon, I'm glad you like my writing, sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also I love this request, I think it's really cute.

Male reader, he/him pronouns used, reader is called and uses the term husband, (e/c) - eye color, (h/c) - hair color

Riddle Rosehearts

Ever since he was younger, he's had memories

He would be going about his usual life, when all of a sudden he would be hit with a sudden memory from a life he hadn't lived

He would be spending time with Trey and Che'nya, when suddenly he would be hit with a laugh

It's a laugh that he's never heard in his life, yet is familiar to him

He'd be sitting at his desk and suddenly get a flash of (e/c) eyes

He tried to shake it off, he really did

But every time he thought he had gotten over it, another memory that he didn't actually have would come to him

He never told his mother, or Trey, or Che'nya, or anyone at all

He researched, but found nothing in books or online

He was convinced that he was crazy, that his mind was making things up

He was stuck in turmoil for the longest time, until you showed up

When he had first seen you, he didn't believe it

But it was undeniable, you're (e/c) eyes, your laugh, everything was familiar

After getting even closer to you, he just became even more convinced

He knew you, he was meant to meet you

Every little quirk, what made you upset, what you liked, it all came so naturally to him he didn't even need to ask

He tried not to be suspicious about it, after all he didn't want to weird you out

But, inevitably, he came clean to you as your relationship moved further

"Well, maybe we knew each other in another life. Maybe the universe wants us to be together."

He felt his face heating up at your suggestion, I mean how silly is that?

But the more he thought about it, he realized it was the only comforting answer he had, so he took it

The two of you were curled up in his bed, your head on his chest, fast asleep. It was late at night, but he couldn't will himself to close his eyes and sleep. His mind was running wild. He thought about how strange this situation was. How he had memories of you, how everything about you was so familiar, how you never questioned him when he told you. But then he though about your words. Were the two of you really meant to be together? Did you really know each other before? The thought made him feel all fuzzy inside. He liked the idea that the two of you were made for each other. It comforted him, enough to smile softly and drift off into sleep, still holding you, but a bit tighter now.

Leona Kingscholar

One thing that everyone knows about Leona is that he sleeps a lot

He spends most of his days napping, not really bothering to do much else

But (and he'd never admit it) he started to freak out a little bit when he started getting dreams

And no, not normal dreams

He starting dreaming of waking up in bed next to someone

He could never remember his face, just a messy clump of (h/c) hair, as his face was almost always shoved into a pillow, and a voice

Sometimes he would talk to him, speak to him in a way that no friend would, or sometimes he would just laugh

He would just sit there and laugh at Leona's antics

Not a mean laugh, but an endearing laugh

One time in his dream he finally asked "Who are you?"

The man beside him just lifted his head up and looked at him, a face he saw, but now as a memory is smudged'

He can't remember what his face looked like now

He laughed and asked him "What are you talking about? Did you sleep too much?" he laughed again "I'm your husband, silly."

And just like that he woke up

For a long time he had managed to convince himself that what he was dreaming about was just dreams

He had told himself that it was just something his mind had made up

but deep down, he hoped

He hoped that what he dreamt about was real, that someone was there for him, that he had someone, he had a future with someone

Leona was napping in the garden as usual, until he felt a tug on his tail and heard someone fall. He stood up, angry that his sleep was interrupted and was about to yell at you, and then stopped. Your face, the face he forgot, your hair it was... the one from his dreams. You immediately stood up and rambled out an apology. Your voice was the same too. He stood there, completely stunned, and you ran off before he could even utter a response. Even to this day, months later as he holds you as you both sleep, him caressing the clump of (h/c) hair, he's convinced that this was some weird divine intervention. And he silently thanked whatever god was listening.

Azul Ashengrotto

Growing up Azul was convinced that he was unlovable

He was always told by all of the other mer-kids how ugly he was, how no one would ever want to date him

This obviously effected him

He became discouraged, but also desperate

He wished that someday someone would come along and solve all of his problems, love him

In his desperation, he did what he usually does

He turned to magic

But his own magic wouldn't solve his problem

So he researched

He looked through every resource, on sea or on land

And through his research he found a spell

A spell that just for a moment, would give him the hope that he needed

It would show him his past life, and while he did want to know about his future instead, but this was the only one he could find

And so he tried the spell

He was hit with a vision of two people at a beach

One was half in the water laying down, a mer-person, and the other was sitting, holding the other's head in their lap, a human

And while that vision only lasted a moment, he never forgot it

Even when he went to NRC, he never forgot

And he didn't forget when he saw you either, how you looked, exactly like the human from his vision

He never forgot in your relationship

he's never forget you

The two of you sat in the vip room of the monstro lounge. He was working on paperwork when you decide that you were too bored. You stood up and snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. As you leaned down and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, he thought about how grateful he was, and how glad he was that he found both the spell and you.

Jamil Viper

All his life Jamil was convinced his fate was set

He was convinced that his whole life would be spent on protecting Kalim

He wanted to live his own life, but for the sake of his family, he had to give up on his dream

It was one day when he was going about his usual business when he got hit with some kind of vision

He was completely frozen, stuck to the spot he was standing

It felt like how he had hypnotized people

He saw to people

Two people that looked eerily like the two of you

they were laying next to each other, looking quite relaxed in each other's arms

And as soon as it had started, it was over

He stood in the same spot for a minute before going back to his usual activities, his mind running wild

It was a while before he told you what he saw, but when he did you just laughed and suggested that maybe something was dragging the two of you together, that you were meant to be with eachother

And deep inside, he liked that idea

Jamil sat back, watching both you and Kalim goofed around during the party. Eventually, you came up to him and leaned onto him, and he asked if you were done. When you confirmed, he brough you back to his dorm room. he held you as you winded down for the night, and he thought about how weird what happened to him was, but how glad he is that it happened.

Vil Schoenheit

As the rule for Pomefiore, the dorm head is the one who makes the strongest poison

So he had constantly practiced, someone like him couldn't fall behind after all

But for whatever reason, this day he had been distracted

First he had trouble getting his hair and outfit just right for the day, then Rook was up to his usual shenanigans, and he almost had his makeup ruined during gym

Truly a terrible day

He had been so distracted, in fact, that he didn't realize that he was using the wrong ingredients

He had, in fact, made the completely wrong potion

It let out a puff of pink smoke, which sent him a few steps back

When he curiously looked back into the pot, there was an image

An image of two people, one with shoulder length blond and purple hair, just like his, and the other one with (h/c) hair, just like yours

The person with (h/c) hair was tackling the other one in a hug, completely catching him off guard while he was working on his hair

Definitely you

And with another puff of pink smoke, the image was gone

He glanced back to you, talking to someone else in the lab, completely unaware of what just happened, and then looked back at the pot

What was that?

Later that day, when he was walking you back to your dorm from the lab, you could tell something was wrong. When you asked him about it, he was reluctant to answer, but with a bit of prodding from you he had answered. You looked ahead thoughtfully, and after a minute you suggested that maybe it was the two of you. Before he could even answer you had run off in the direction of your dorm, yelling something about grim getting into trouble. Later that night, he sat in his room staring at the ceiling, his face completely flushed because of what you had said, and the thought that the two of you were meant for each other.

Idia Shroud

Idia was doing his usual unhealthy thing

It was almost three in the morning and he was running purely on red bull and spite

Why? Because he was too stubborn to give up on his game

He thought he was doing well, he had been going for hours at that point

But this boss was just too tough, and in the state he was in he wasn't going to last long

After fail after fail, he unexpectedly crashed

He was out cold, unwillingly though

And in his dream was something that he felt like he couldn't explain

It was him and....

You

undeniably you

He was convinced that this was his brain's way of torturing him with his little huge crush on you

It was the two of you sitting in what looked like the underworld, but a secluded area he'd never seen before

The two of you were sitting on a blanket in a small field of black grass, with a small basket in the middle

A picnic

The two of you were in rather nice clothing, yours a silky white and his a dark grey

They looked old, like the ones he saw when he was learning about the history of the underworld

You looked good though

You had his head in your lap, lightly stroking his hair as his eyes were closed

And then he woke up, sooner than he wanted

He was in his bed, tucked in

Ortho must have come into his room and seen him passed out

He stared at the ceiling, dazed

This was totally the universe telling him to suck it up and ask you out

A few months into your relationship, you walked into idia's room to find him on the brink of falling asleep. On your way of dragging him to his bed he tarted half consciously muttering. You heard him saying something about "seeing you in those pretty clothes again. You cluelessly laughed it off and crawled into bed with him, laughing at his antics.

Malleus Draconia

The Draconia family has an odd but nutorius power

They have an involvement with time

When Malleus was young, he became lonely

He wasn't allowed to spend time with other children his age, and even if he was it wasn't like they would spend time with him

When he became older, and lonelier, he became curious

He knew he could manipulate time, but how far could he go back?

So he tried

With how far he went back, he became disoriented

He was dizzy and everything was blurry for a bit before a voice snapped him out of it

"Dear? Are you alright?"

He looked up to a lake, and a man standing in the middle of the lake

The most handsome man he'd ever seen

He had striking (e/c) eyes, beautiful looking (h/c) hair, and his trousers were hiked up to his knees so that they wouldn't get wet in the lake water

With no response from him, the man trudged out of the lake and approached him

He cupped his face softly, a touch that Malleus would never forget, and asked

"Are you feeling alright, love?"

He couldn't respond, completely breathless, he just nodded

The man wasn't convinced, and giving him a look, he took his hand

"Let's go back to the cabin, I'll have a nice meal ready in no time."

Even though Malleus had to return to his own time, he never forgot that man

And when he stumbled upon you on one of his late night walks, your striking (e/c) eyes, your beautiful (h/c) hair, he knew it was meant to be

Malleus never did tell you about that interaction, even after almost a year of being together. He thought that maybe it was something best saved for later, when he would ask you to rule the Briar Valley with him, to be his king too. After all, the two fo you were meant to be together

This took me literally forever to write, but it was worth it because I love myself some fluff fanfics. I'm trying to get requests done but I'll be leaving for a few weeks soon and won't be able to update during that time, ty for reading and have a nice day

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whoahoney · 1 year

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A Special Surprise

Eddie Munson x Tomboy!Reader

Summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever.

Content Warnings: fem/AFAB reader, allusions to reader being into women, mature themes (18+) fluffy & sweet sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lingerie, use of camera during sex, use of recreational drugs, light choking, mentions of degradation and pet names, Eddie refers to himself as daddy

A/N: 1k celebration oneshot for me and you 🥰😘

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Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend.

He’d never really had one before, but he knew he had the best one. He’d found the girl for him.

They’d met in a bar Corroded Coffin was performing at one night, Y/n asked Eddie if she could buy him a drink after their set, to which he replied “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”

Y/n wasn’t the type to hit on guys, let alone going out of her way to do so, but she knew Eddie was special, and when she noticed he didn’t have a hoard of girls swarming him after he left the stage, she felt confident enough to shoot her shot.

They’d been inseparable ever since.

Eddie loved her easy going style and personality. She wasn’t the type to dress up too much, though she did enjoy makeup every now and then. But when it came to her wardrobe she kept it pretty modest and tomboyish.

He’d never change anything about his girlfriend, ever—she was perfect, but he would be lying if he said he’d never pictured her in girlier things from time to time.

One night while they were getting ready for bed, he observed her changing into her usual big tshirt and boxer shorts—a sight he loved to see, especially if she was wearing some slouchy warm socks on her cute feet. She searched for her stray sock somewhere around the room, bending over and looking under the edge of the bed when she found it resting on top of a stack of nudie and lingerie magazines.

She raised her eyebrows and froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Eddie left to brush his teeth and she seized her opportunity. After pulling her sock on, she flipped through the first three magazines briefly—she couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie found appealing outside of her.

Eddie had always made it sound like Y/n was his “type”, as if she were the picture of his dream girl, which she was. But his magazine collection said otherwise. All the girls on the inside of the covers were done up to the max, sex appeal dripping from everything they wore and did.

Y/n returned the ladies to their rightful place and flopped on the bed to get comfy and think. It wasn’t like she was upset, or jealous, she found the girls extremely attractive too, and the thought of Eddie jerkin’ it to fancy lookin’ ladies like those was a fun thought to save for later.

But she couldn’t help but want to know how it felt to wear something like they did and to see Eddie’s face when she did it. Every one of those girls looked like they oozed confidence, embracing their divine femininity—something she’d struggled with her entire life.

The idea was tabled when Eddie walked back through the door five minutes later, leaping onto the bed beside her to wrap her up in a cocooning hug.

He stuck his face in the crook of her neck and pressed messy kisses to the area, making her shriek in delight. “Eddie! That tickles, cut it out!” She managed through the laughter. “Sorry, babe, can’t hear ya.” He mumbled against her skin as he worked his way on top of her.

“C’mere, you.” He grumbled and dropped all his weight on top of her, wrapping his arms underneath her and pulling her flush to him and a yelp from her lips. “You drive me crazy, baby!” He growled next to her ear as he burrowed his face in her hair.

“Is it the NASCAR shirt? Is that what’s doin’ it for you?” She teased, turning to face him and burying her fingers in his hair as he huffed a laugh against her neck before pressing a kiss to it, “Baby, everything you wear revs my engine, especially when you’re not wearing anything at all.” He teased, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he leaned up and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head.

A week later, Y/n decided the night she stayed over at Eddie’s would be the night she’d play dress up for him. She’d gone to the lingerie store in Indianapolis during a day of shopping with friends, and bought four little outfits to wear for him.

Y/n decided to keep it simple, opting for babydoll nighties and matching pantie sets of different fabrics and colors. The set she chose for this evening was a deep green silk that fell around her mid thigh, the back laced and tied closed with a silky string that was easily rendered useless with a simple pull.

Y/n would wait until Eddie was out of the shower to do her makeup and change. Her hair hung loose around her in curls, the handiwork of Nancy, which she kept up in a clip most of the day.

Eddie flopped on the bed with a content sigh, hugging her pillow to his chest and breathing deeply to take in her scent and wallow in it. She chuckled to herself and rounded the corner to hurriedly get dressed.

She quickly shrugged out of her day clothes and pulled on the silk slip, admiring the way the matching panties looked when the hem of the dress raised up and how the silk accentuated her pert breasts.

She lightly smudged on some eyeshadow and applied mascara, opting out of lipstick this go around. Y/n noticed her quickened breathing and took care to center herself, resting her shaking hands on her chest and breathing deeply.

‘It’s just Eddie.’ She affirmed, smiling at herself in the mirror remembering he'd be ecstatic when he saw her. She adjusted her hair one more time and exhaled slowly before turning the door knob and walking out into the bedroom.

Eddie laid on his back, a book obscuring his vision from her. “Hey, baby?” She asked in a voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” Eddie looked up and then dropped both his book and jaw at the sight of his girl in the doorway. The silk garment hugged the curves of her body perfectly, the neckline dipping oh so deliciously between her breasts.

“Jesus H Christ, Y/n.” He mumbled, scrambling to his feet to approach her, the space between them already too much. He held his hand out hesitantly as if she were art he wasn’t meant to touch. A smirk bloomed on her lips at his wandering and wide eyes, his dramatics making her blush.

“Baby, what is this?” He asked, dropping to his knees in front of her, still unsure if he should give in and touch her or if he should sit and admire her. “What do you mean?” She asked knowingly.

“You always look like a goddess, there’s never a moment you don’t. But right now, my love, oh my god. It’s—It’s a lot, you know? This green on you, I could just explode. You’re so beautiful, c-can I touch you?” He asked, scrambling to his feet and examining her face and hair as he reached for her hands and placed them on his face and chest desperately.

“Come and get me.” She mumbled, leaning into him. Eddie took no hesitation and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up and over to the bed to toss her onto the end of it. She landed with a flop, the hem of her skirt raising up with her landing and exposing the lace thong in the same color.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me bust before I even get to touch you. Look at your pretty little panties, baby! Are they for me? Is this all for me?” He asked—crawling over her predatorily with his eyes blown out, a crazed and hungry gleam in his eye.

“Of course it is, honey. Do you like it?” She asked, feeling indulgent and pulling the hem up until it pooled around her belly button and her panties were visible for inspection.

“Christ,” He sighed hopelessly at her clothed cunt and adjusted her legs to bend at the knees so he could touch her how he wanted, caressing the backs of her thighs and calves first and then planting wet and sloppy revelling kisses on the insides of her legs.

“Oh, princess, you smell divine.” He moaned as he inched closer to her heated core. “I never thought I’d feel so torn between getting you naked and leaving your clothes on.” He chuckled as he came up to meet her lips with his.

She moaned into his lips, delighting in the way he talked about her. “I wanna take these little things off and give this sweet pussy the lovin’ she needs.” He massaged her breast generously as he spoke against the skin of her collarbone.

“Not until I get to see you, baby.” She whispered in his ear, Eddie taking the opportunity to rid himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He kneeled at the end of the bed, his hand over his clothed cock as he gazed at his girl hungrily.

“I wanna look at you for a minute,” he whispered, palming himself through the briefs. Y/n bit her lip and grinned at him, now understanding why girls took pictures in things like these. She glanced over to the desk beside his bed and spotted the two rolled joints he prepared for them to enjoy after sex, and on the shelf above, his Polaroid camera.

“Mind if I smoke a bit before we get started, baby? It won’t take long.” She promised, knowing damn well he’s railed her with a blunt between his lips before.

“Oh, honey, I wanna watch you do everything in that little dress of yours.” He said eagerly with a twinkle in his eye, resting on his stomach with his hands propping up his eager face.

Y/n giggled and sat up, plucking the lighter and smoke from their place and laying back lazily to spark up. She laid with her knees bent, Eddie making himself comfortable by hovering between them, his stare lingering as she inhaled deeply, expanding her ribs and chest.

“Aw, man, if Mary Jane was a person, she’d look like you do right now.” He sat in awe, watching the cloud of smoke escape in thick plumes from her lips. “Can I take your picture, angel?” He asked quietly, his eyes wide with want.

She nodded and bit her lip, her heart fluttering when he leapt from the bed to fetch the camera from his shelf and looking at how much film he had left. “Perfect.” He said to himself, a smile set on his lips as he looked at her sexy frame sprawled on the bed.

She took a long slow drag, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled when she noticed him bite his lip in anticipation, “Could you put your arm behind your head like that? And—here lemme..” he reached out to fix her hair to lay around her lazily, then trailed his fingers down to the strap on her shoulder. His eyes flickered to it then her, a question in his gaze.

Y/n giggled as she took a toke and nodded behind the joint. Eddie smiled and stuck his tongue between his lips as he took down both straps and pulled down one side of the dress until her tit was almost out, nipple pebbled in the cold.

He couldn’t resist palming and tweaking it, telling himself that’d be the extent of it but then he leaned down and took it into his mouth with a groan, pulling it out and sucking it between his teeth to make her whine. After swirling his tongue around it, he released it with a pop, “Such a pretty girl..” He spoke to himself. She steadied herself by taking a hit, her eyes blissfully pink and glossy, her head already warm and fuzzy.

“Take a good slow drag, nice and thick… There we go, baby, hold it, right there.” Eddie said quietly with the camera up to his eye, raising up on his knees and towering over her to get the perfect angle as she looked into the lense with a heavy lidded stare and the joint ablaze between her lips.

She loved the thickness of his thighs between her legs and the tent he was pitching for her shamelessly. It took everything in her not to nudge it with her foot or lean forward and grab it with her hand and take him right there, but Eddie wanted his photo session and he was gonna get it.

The flash went off once, Eddie catching the picture it spat out and set it on the table next to them. “Okay, baby, exhale for me.” He said, positioning the camera again but reaching out to pinch her nipple fast and hard so he could get a shot of her face wrinkled up in a moan as the smoke curled out of her open mouth.

He caught the second picture and set it with the other, “Shit, I’m so excited to see these, honey, you’re stunning, like—like my own little doll or something, like—“

“Like your girls in the magazines under the bed?” She asked with a blissed out grin and a playful lip between her teeth. Eddie froze, sitting back on his calves. “Holy shit, you saw those? Baby, I can explain—“

“No, no, no, Eddie, it’s hot. Like, so, so hot… to see what you look at…I know you like me. Fuck, I know you love me. I know you can’t get enough of me, but I wanted to—to wow you, to knock your socks off, to give you something for you to think about when you visit your little ladies under the bed, you know? And now, with these pictures.. I dunno, it’s exciting.” She shrugged with a blush, feeling shy behind the joint she puffed.

“Oh, baby… my perfect girl..” His gaze trailed down her body and back to the space between her legs that was now covered by the green silk that draped between her thighs as she sat. Eddie carefully slid his hand up the expanse of her thigh and let it disappear under the fabric around her hip; pushing the hem back up to fall around her waist. He stroked the skin around her panties making her shiver and rock her hips involuntarily into his touch as sparks rippled from her core to the rest of her body.

“Now that I know how fun it is to dress up for you I dunno if I can stop here..” She preened, biting her lip as his eyes lit up. He stroked her inner thigh and set the camera to the side.

“Oh yeah? What’s next?” He took her hand and kissed each of her finger tips, taking the last into his mouth and licking slightly before nipping at it.

“Y’know, dresses, skirts, cropped shirts, low cut sweaters, maybe a tube top in the summer?” She said coyly looking at his rings, rotating a couple of them as she spoke. Eddie’s eyes softened at her words, “Baby, you know you don’t have to change for me, right? I—I love your style, I love your baggy shirts and converse, just cause the magazines are all—“

“No, Eddie, you don’t understand.” She said, sitting up to get rid of the distance between them. “Those clothes are my safety, yeah, they’re comfortable, I like them. But you make me feel so confident, and sexy, god… you make me feel like..everything and I wanna embrace that part of myself now, finally.. starting with this.” She said, putting his ringed hand on her throat and leaning back into the pillow.

“I want this one to have your rings in it, if that’s okay.” She asked softly as Eddie climbed up eagerly to grab the camera. “Oh, yeah, baby, but uh—“ he unclasped his hand from her throat to free her breasts, pushing the top of the dress down to her waist. “There, perfect.” He whispered, placing his hand back where it belonged.

It didn’t take him long to find the angle he wanted, capturing her lips and chin in the frame with his ringed knuckles directly below, his forearm directly between her pert breasts that shined in the flash.

The realness of the situation hit Eddie with another wave of heat rushing to his cock that he palmed through his shorts. “Oof, baby.. okay, time to get rid of these pretty little things—need to see her.” Eddie said, hooking his finger under the stretchy lace and tugging down lightly until she obliged him and raised her hips.

The sudden air exposure sent a shiver down her back, the little kisses he planted on the inside of her thigh sending an extra jolt to her stomach before she laughed lightly around the joint.

Eddie stretched out at the end of the bed on his stomach, slipping his shoulder and arm under her hitched leg to resume his affections.

“Eddiee…” she groaned quietly, smoke escaping her lips as she did. Eddie’s eyes darted up to hers as he moved his lips at an achingly slow pace up her thigh. When he didn’t answer or move closer, she knew he was going to take his sweet time until she was a pathetic begging mess.

But tonight she was going to challenge it.

“Baby, I wanna hear you…” he said in an almost whine, another surge of pleasure sent to her core. Y/n gasped, closing her lips around the joint, sucking a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs to set before she leaned forward and jerked Eddie up by his throat, something that caught him delightfully by surprise based on the moan that came rolling out of his mouth as she connected their lips to blow the delicious cloud into him.

Eddie wrapped his arms completely around her, pulling her to him and turning it into a sloppy kiss, easily. Y/n set the joint in the ashtray and placed her hands on his face and in his hair as she settled on his lap.

Eddie moaned at the warmth of her bare pussy on his crotch, the only thing separating them being the fabric of the Calvin Klein briefs she bought him. He wasted no time in grazing his hands up the length of her thighs and up her back, relishing in the nakedness of her body under the thin silk.

Eddie’s eyes were darting everywhere, not able to decide where he wanted to pay the most attention to at the moment. “So pretty..” he mumbled to himself as he tucked his face into her chest, mouthing at the plush of her breasts.

The top of the dress fell further down in between them, flopping over the flared skirt around her waist. Eddie grazed his fingers along her skin on the way around to her breasts, pinching and rolling one nipple while massaging the fat of her other breast. The rolling warmth built inside her stomach. Eddie sighed, a smile working its way onto his face as he watched his girl writhing in his lap.

“You’re always so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine..” he said to her lips in disbelief, tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his dick.

“Eddie, please.” She rolled her hips against his, a groan rippling from his lips as she did.

“You want me to fuck you in your pretty dress? ‘S that what you want?” He smirked, sliding his hands under her thighs and pushing them back towards herself, her back falling on the bed.

Y/n nodded, the high of both the weed and Eddie taking residency over her thoughts. “That’s exactly what I want, baby—“ she whispered before he cut her off with a kiss, melting into one another’s touches as though they hadn’t been together in years.

Eddie hiked her leg around his hip, squeezing her bum and groaning at the decadence of her soft body. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, her breasts bouncing as he wriggled his arm underneath her. “Y/n, you don’t understand.. you don’t—fuck, you don’t get what you do to me.” He grunted, tugging his cock to push into her gradually.

Y/n gasped and threw her head back at the building pressure in her core, the spot he filled the best. “Eddie, you’re everything to me.” She sighed as he settled into her, bringing her in for a forehead kiss before devouring her lips.

“Say it again?” He preened, rocking in and out at a steady and slow pace.

Y/n opened her eyes and caressed his face, “You’re everything to me, Eddie.” She said, the sentiment paired with her sultry voice sending a shockwave through him as he groaned and went faster.

“Ahh, shit, baby,” he said after a moment, “I’m not gonna last, I gotta stop.” Eddie panted on his forearms, pulling out and sitting back on his calves, his hands finding her bent knees to rest on.

“This is for you, you don’t have to stop, baby, don’t!” Y/n urged him in a whisper, desperate to feel him in between her legs.

Eddie focused on catching his breath, pecking sweet kisses on her legs in the meantime as he made his way down to her core. “I know, baby, I know, I know,” He said mindlessly through kisses, “It wouldn’t be my night if I didn’t get to taste you, though.” He mumbled into her thigh before setting his plush lips around her clit and sucking lightly.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her hips bucking into his face, giving him a good chuckle, the vibration of his hums against her driving her wetter and wetter. He started achingly slow, licking around the spots she needed him the most to get her started. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was a starved man eating a warm meal after coming inside from the first freeze of the winter.

Y/n loved how he looked when he went down on her, it was almost reverent in a way. She loved the way her legs laid over his shoulders, the way his hair fell when he raked his nails through it to push it out of his face, the way his fingers gripped her thighs; she never wanted to forget him this way.

Y/n gasped when he sucked again unexpectedly, her eyes flashing back down to his that were now open, the warm brown boring into her, speaking to her by widening or blinking slowly, telling her ‘I hear you, gorgeous, tell me how much you like it...’

Instead of answering, she reached over to the camera that laid beside her, breathing carefully through a shudder and putting it up to her eye. Eddie’s eyes had fallen closed during the worship, his rings on perfect display, and his tongue working endlessly until she could cum for him. Y/n quickly pressed the button, the flash going off right before he opened his eyes with a playful smile, “You think I’m pretty, baby?” to which she replied with a pathetic whine and nod of her head as he resumed his attack on her nerves.

He hummed into her, his smile reaching his eyes that watched her writhe, smugness flooding his ego as he ate. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he panted with a lick of his lips, smearing her wetness over his fingers and her folds before sinking two of his fingers into her slit.

He watched her face intently, waiting for her eyes to roll back in her head right before his favorite little sound slipped out—a sound that always embarrassed her ‘cause it ‘sounds too porny’ but Eddie didn’t share that feeling at all; Eddie craved that sound. Eddie had dreamt of making a video with Y/n for a long time now, solely to be able to have that sound recorded forever and ever.

Eddie didn’t hold back when it came to his mouth in sex, if he was kissing, he was speaking against her lips, if he was eating pussy, he was grunting and moaning, rutting mercilessly into the bed until he came. If he wasn’t using his mouth at all, devoting his hands and body to making her feel euphoric, his mouth would find her ear and mutter the best things she’d ever heard.

Sometimes it was praise: ‘I missed my sweet girl, been thinking about stuffing this sweet pussy all—fucking—day..’

‘Baby I’m so proud of you, taking me so well, you’re so good, so good, so good.’

Or sometimes it was degrading in the most delicious ways: ‘Oh my god, baby, you look like—like such a pathetic little slut on my cock right now.’

‘Beg for it, whore, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth before I cum.’

‘You’re mine? You’re my little whore, huh? Such a good little whore for daddy.’

Eddie’s voice might be her favorite thing during sex, the only man she’d want to feel objectified by, and he knew it and loved it; it made him feel special.

Y/n concentrated on the popcorn ceiling, thinking she could keep herself under control until Eddie shook his head vigorously back and forth, scrubbing his nose against the bundle of nerves that sat atop her slit. Y/n’s eyes flashed open as her back arched off the bed and her hands found his hair, pulling him into her as she rode out her high against his face the way he loved.

Like a mumble, she could feel and hear his satisfied laughter as she used him this way. Suddenly the laughter was gone and she felt his tongue laid out flat against her lips for her to ride out the rest of her orgasm on, the fading intensity suddenly back full force and ripping a careless scream from her throat as she released, “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me—fuck me, Eddie!” She urged him, nodding at him to get on top of her and fuck her until he was done.

“You’re so good for me— so perfect, baby.” He mumbled as he crawled over her and lifted her right leg back over his shoulder, keeping his left hand on her knee and stroking it lovingly.

Y/n reached for his cock in between them to put inside of her, her cunt weeping to be filled again. “Cum here.” She said seductively, pulling him to her gently. Eddie shivered at the innuendo and smiled when he felt his tip hit her opening. “You sure?” He whispered, his forehead falling against hers. Y/n tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his with a sweet little moan that melted him.

He sank back into her, a moan pouring from his mouth to hers when he reached the hilt. They sat for a moment, Eddie running his hands undecidedly up and down her thighs.

“You really want me to cum inside?” He asked in quiet disbelief as he began his slow thrusts. She nodded lazily, her hands finding the tops of his and stroking them softly, “I want you to, Eddie, please?” She asked in a breathless whisper as he began to quicken his strokes, an illicit grunt slipping from him every once in a while as the sound of their skin slapping together and the sounds his girl made for him.

“Please?” She asked again, knowing how much he loved it when she was vocal. “Please—fuck—Eddie, I know you want to cum in me, I want it so bad—wanna feel you...” She whined for him, relishing in the way his jaw dropped and his eyes fell closed as they rolled back into his head, his cock spurting his release inside of her, something they’d never done until this night.

He thrusted until he was completely milked of his cum, leaning forward and crushing her body with his as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed deeply into her pillow next to her head. “Jesus H Christ, baby. Oh my god.” He panted, his back heaving with each breath.

He turned his head to her and smiled like it was the first time he’d seen her tonight, the sweet glitter to his eye had replaced the sultry and hungry gaze that had bore into her not long ago. “Thank you, precious.” He whispered, leaning his body to the side so they could turn and face one another, her leg still thrown over him. He smiled at her and pressed three quick kisses to her lips before standing, still butt naked as he walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel.

He returned quickly, his smile never leaving as he wiped himself up and then tentatively handed the towel to her, unsure if he’d make the overstimulation worse if he cleaned her. Y/n made quick work of cleaning his mess in her, his hungry gaze returning as she did.

After she tossed the towel to the side, Y/n picked up the top of the dress and began to tie it back properly as Eddie’s hand snaked up her leg to feel the softness of her flesh again. He sat admiring her, watching her struggle to lace the back. “Can I be of any help?” He asked quietly with adoring eyes.

Y/n looked back to him, pausing her efforts and smiled, shifting herself and moving her hair to accept his assistance. Eddie quickly sat up and threaded the silk string through the loops easily, tying his best bow with his tongue peeking between his lips and his eyebrows crinkled in concentration.

Y/n stole a peek at him in the mirror, smiling at her love and the way he looked now compared to when she met him a couple years ago. His hands trailed down her back and around her sides to pull her back into his chest, laying them down to spoon.

They sighed, settling into one another and enjoying the silence. After a moment, Y/n turned to look at him over her shoulder, their noses touching as “You’re so beautiful.” slipped from their lips at the same time. The pair chuckled and pressed their lips together sweetly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek and keep him there longer. Once, twice, three times more.

“Thank you for my gift.” He pulled back and kissed her shoulder and back of her neck, a smug smile stretching across her tired face. “Oh that was just the first, Eddie. I couldn’t buy just one outfit, who do you think I am?” She teased as his eyes bugged out of his head. “You mean there’s more of these somewhere??” He scrambled to sit up and look down at her with urgency. She raised her eyebrows teasingly and stayed silent as she shrugged, “You’ll just have to be a good boy and wait til tomorrow..” She taunted as his excitement grew.

“Baby, look at our pictures!” He exclaimed as he looked over at the table beside them. Y/n’s confidence swayed a bit at the thought of the pictures now being developed, worried she wouldn’t look nearly as hot as Eddie thought at the time.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groaned, then flipped the picture around for her to see. Y/n winced at seeing herself in such a compromising position, though she couldn’t say she didn’t find it hot. She had no words to say, though Eddie could definitely sense her energy was different now. “You okay? Y’know we don’t have to keep these if you don’t like them.” Eddie said quietly, putting the pile of pictures face down on the bed and sitting back down next to her to get a reading on her head space.

“No, no, I just—It’s new. Like the clothes. You know? I’ve never seen myself, uh, in the middle—um, like that. Before. Is all.” She struggled, trying to put off nonchalance while Eddie just nodded and smiled softly, adoring the many sides and complexities of his girl; how innocent and sometimes prude she could be and how fiery and confident she could be in the moment when no one else was around, he loved that he got to be apart of this exploration of hers and that she trusted him enough to be apart of it and dominate her when she felt like it.

“I want you to keep them, baby.” She nodded after a moment, her voice quieter but more sure. “I wanna see the one I took of you though.” She nodded at the stack. Eddie's cheeks heated up as he handed her the three pictures.

She flipped through the three of her, the images not bothering her as much as they were shortly before, and placed them behind the last picture, her very favorite. “Oh, my..” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat at the shot of her boyfriend’s mouth attached to the apex of her thighs, the green silk gathered at the edge of the scene, and his bangs covering his eyes as the rest of his hair laid around his pale shoulders and her thighs.

“I love this one.” She bit her lip and looked at him leaning on his side, still naked and looking like a Greek statue without even trying. Eddie snorted and shook his head, pulling the sheets over his lower half as he began to understand the embarrassment she felt about herself, looking at his eyes shut and blissed out.

“Then you keep that one and I’ll keep these.” He smiled to himself greedily, snatching up the three others and holding on in each hand. “Oh, are you gonna put them with your other girlfriends?” She teased with a smirk and a nudge to his elbow.

Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, unable to resist ducking under his bed and grabbing up the stack. “Y’wanna be properly introduced?” He asked, his smile widening at her dropped jaw as he plopped back down next to her.

“I mean, I’m not gonna turn that down… As long as I’m your favorite, of course.” She joked.

Eddie's eyes widened, “Oh my god, baby of course you are, Y’know I haven’t even looked at these things in forever, ‘cause I barely even use my fist anymore and when I do I have so much material stored up in my head of you that I don’t even w—” He stroked her shoulder with care, his worried eyes searching hers as he babbled.

“Eddie, honey, baby, I’m kidding! I’m so kidding, I was just messing with you, show me! Show me the girls! I haven’t gotten to really look at one of these yet since I figured out I’m even into girls.” She explained casually, another revelation making Eddie’s eyes bug out.

“You mean I get to show you your first centerfold? And from my very own collection? I'm honored, babe, really.” He smirked and adjusted himself, his member suddenly becoming uncomfortable again.

“Y’know you could be in one of these so easy?” Eddie asked as he handed the magazine over to her, the edges of the pages crinkled from handling through the years. He went back to his newest additions, his eyes scanning every inch of the Polaroids in awe at the detail captured of their moments.

“Do they have names? Do you have favorites?” She asked in succession, her eyes glimmering in intrigue as she flipped through the pages as if it were the latest Vogue. Eddie looked over at his lady, sighing dreamily at her current position, hoping he saw her like this more often.

“I, uh, I think some of them do. Most of them I don’t like so I just give them new ones.” He revealed through an embarrassed smile threatening his pink cheeks. Y/n gasped in a smile, looking from Eddie to the girl she was currently studying on the page.

“What about her, huh?” She asked, looking over the tissue thin, powder blue nightgown the model donned, the hem rucked up around her waist, her fingers buried inside of herself and her nipples piercing through the material, her straps slipped off her shoulders with her head thrown back in a wantonous moan.

Eddie’s cheeks burned red, “Uh, I call her Roxanne.” He tapped the page. “Eddie.. not —‘rooooxaaannee you don’t have to put on the red light’ for real??” She giggled relentlessly against the pillow, Eddie unable to help but join in.

“I know, I know, but c’mon look at her face! Her vibes? She’s more of a Roxanne than a Krystal, wouldn’t you agree??” He asked, pointing out her ‘real name’ in the small write up.

Y/n nodded, “Oh yeah, definitely not a Krystal. I’ll let you have it, she’s a Roxanne. But if you have any more girls named after songs I’m going to give you hell.”

They flipped through a few more pages, stopping to make notes about their names, positions, or outfits, Eddie getting excited when he heard there were both a lavender and a powder blue set waiting to be worn for him from her trip to the mall.

“Wait, what’s this?” She asked with a smile of disbelief on her face as she looked at the page the book seemed to lay open flat to the easiest. The girl in the picture had a similar body type to Y/n, the hair almost identical. The model was in the middle of undressing from a soft pink number, the dress falling from her frame as she stood in front of a luxurious bed, assumingly preparing to get the brains fucked out of her.

Except, unlike the others, there was a black spot scribbled over the model’s face.

“Oh, uh, t-that’s Y/n..” He swallowed and looked in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t weirded out. “And why is her face gone?” She laughed, still not understanding her boyfriend sometimes.

“Well, I got this a little before we started dating, and then when we met, I honestly thought I’d seen you before. I couldn’t figure it out, but when I got home that night and gave this a look through, I figured it out,” he nodded with a tight smile on his face, “Everything about her was you except her face, now don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all, but uh, I couldn’t resist covering up her face one time—I was thinking about how were making out the night we met, you remember that? And she just looked so much like you but not enough so then I just..put my thumb over her face for a sec and.. then it was you and… then I hadn’t cum so hard over a magazine since I was in, like, middle school, so I just whipped out a sharpie and made a modification and then she became my favorite.” He smiled, kissing his girlfriend's forehead and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“—Until you actually called me, then I kicked the magazine to the curb and fucked the shit out of my fist that night.” He chuckled at the shock flashing across her face.

“That was the most awkward phone call in the history of first phone calls, and you’re telling me you jerked off when we hung up?” She asked in amusement, yet not surprised. Everything they did turned him on.

“C’mon, your voice is hot as hell over the phone—oooh, phone sex! Now that’s an idea!” He said leaning back and looking through his new pictures again, squeezing her exposed thigh, and feeling satisfied with himself.

“Now, tell me more about these other outfits… are any of them… pink?” He asked with his best nonchalant curiosity, his hand slowly inching back up her thigh to play with her under her pretty dress some more.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson lemon #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot

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flymetosnarryland · 5 months

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A little progress.

I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.

(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)

I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.

Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.

I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.

So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? 😂

Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.

I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.

That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.

#Infraction #Muggle London #Eileen Prince #Tobias Snape #personal #talking about writing

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shiny-jr · 2 years

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can I ask whole alphabet with lillia vanrouge? Maybe imposter au?

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge.

Note: By imposter au, I'm going to assume you mean they have sentience. So the imposter au but without the imposter part. I've kind of been trying to keep it so that there would be no difference, no matter the au. It's a little difficult, but I'm managing.

Letters: A - Z

✂ Affection. How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

✄ When you asked the universe for someone who would love you, you didn’t expect the universe to toss you a short enigmatic being that’s thousands of years old and may or may not have committed war crimes, someone who dresses like an edgy teenager and has the same interests as one, who also recently decided to try and blend in with young mages at a school. And yet here you are, now trapped with this crazy(?) old bat.

✄ Lilia is a naturally caring figure. After all, he has cared for several people in his lengthy lifetime. This ancient fae is one of the most open with his feelings and plentiful in his affection. He just thinks you're simply to die for! You’re so endearing and adorable that he constantly finds himself cooing over you. Kisses, hugs, and other gestures of affection are fairly common. He enjoys surprising you this way. Pressing a big kiss against your cheek suddenly so your face heats up in embarrassment, surprising you with a hug as he appears seemingly out of nowhere, a fleeting whisper and giggle by your ear when he’s no where in sight. He loves to take in all your expressions and reactions, and besides he can’t help but tease you a teensy bit.

✄ He doesn’t get worried much, but he does concern himself with your needs and wants. Although he isn’t tripping over himself to follow out your every will, he does quickly and efficiently complete your requests. He’s not desperate, particularly violent, or rash, but he’s obsessive and a little delusional. Perhaps that’s the worst part. He isn’t tiring himself out just to see you smile, he doesn’t lash out, but he’s just utterly fascinated by you. He truly believes he’s doing what’s best for you. Words can’t describe his strange form of love directed at you. He’s an enigma. Sometimes it’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking or feeling. He doesn’t ever become cross at you, he treats you almost like a child that can do no wrong. But maybe that’s precisely what you are in his twisted vision. A precious youngster he must care for, whether you want his love or not.

✂ Blood. How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

✄ Extremely. Let’s not forget that despite his youthful appearance, this is an ancient fae we’re talking about. He’s witnessed countless deaths, catastrophes, and wars, his hands are stained and would be overflowing with enough red to drown him. He’s a decorated veteran who's fought in many battles. Lilia can go from taking on and easily defeating a group of attackers, and in just ten seconds he’s back by your side to force convince you to lay your head on his lap and rest.

✄ However, he won’t kill just to kill. He’s both strong and intelligent, so he can easily ward off any enemies with words alone. Besides, he doesn’t actually want to end a life if he doesn’t have to. He can very easily kill any troublesome people that try to interfere in affairs solely between you and him, but death isn’t needed. It’s more of a last resort, which is never needed since Lilia always gets rid of the problem one way or another. Instead, he’ll usually resort to warnings that sound vaguely threatening. Lilia will casually bring something up, a weakness of his enemy, when warning them. Something like: It would truly be a shame if your signifiant other were to discover you went missing. Believe me, I know, the thought of losing an irreplaceable loved one is simply unbearable. I’m sure you wouldn't put your own beloved in such a situation, would you~?

✂ Cruelty. How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

✄ There’s a 50/50 chance that you would be kidnapped, and it’s a thing that happens on a whim. If you are abducted, well, now that your officially under his care (he was determined to make this happen, preferably when you agreed to the idea), you’ll be treated like a princess/prince. You didn’t even know it was possible for him to become more affectionate and teasing. Lilia has raised and watched his own fair share of youths, so no matter how you behave, he’s prepared. He won’t ever mock you. There’s no need to feel ashamed or frightened, this is for your own good, you know.

✄ Don’t be so sad, he’ll wipe your tears away as he comforts you in your sorrow. Is this truly so bad? You’re not alone, you now have him. You also have the others he raised, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek, to keep you company and protect you whenever he’s away. This is your home now, and he’ll be your family.

✂ Darling. Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

This one isn’t really that big of a deal. Having Lilia around is every so slightly vexing. He tends to mess around with you a lot. It’s never enough to the point of frustrating you or making you angry, but it is tiring and even a bit annoying. It seems that he’s always trying to catch your attention in the oddest of ways, it’s practically become a game for him at this point. Even if you try so hard to ignore him, you simply can’t. He won’t let you. He just wants to bask in your attention, so why not get it with a little fun? You can’t ignore him when he appears out of nowhere, right in front of you of all places. His big deep red eyes gazing up at you with an eager twinkle in them, and since he’s so close you can’t help but notice the little fangs on his smug grin.

✂ Exposed. How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

✄ Sometimes, there will be moments where you think you figured this fae out. You may try to predict his behavior, words, or actions, only for him to do something completely unexpected. It’s like he knows, he knows that you’re trying to piece him together but he doesn’t let you, only making it harder for you to figure him out. At times you truly do believe you understand him, especially when he’s been particularly soft, like when he’s fixing your hair or humming to you. He’s genuine, he makes himself vulnerable for you but it’s as if he goes back to this unpredictable mystery as soon as you decide to end the moment. Just how much is genuine? Does he even bare his heart to you? These are all questions you’ve yet to get an answer to.

✂ Fight. How would they feel if their darling fought back?

✄ Entertained, actually. When you try to fight back, argue, or do anything of the sort, he listens attentively with this smile on his face that almost feels mocking. It becomes clear that he’s hanging onto your every word, carefully watching your every move. It’s as if he’s listening to a child throw a tantrum, a kid crying over spilt milk. Still, he waits patiently until you’ve finished and he applauds your efforts! It’s humiliating, it makes you feel as if you were truly nothing by a baby whining, but these are important matters! This was your freedom you were talking about! He’ll then pat your head and smile as he asks: My my, you certainly had a lot to say and a lot of feelings bottled up, dear. Did you get everything off your chest? Was it fun? Are you calm now? There’s truly no winning this.

✂ Game. Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

✄ Oh, no, no, of course it’s not a game...! Initially, at least. Well, it can become a game with enough provocation and insisting on leaving. Really, he tries so hard to make it comfortable for you here, he was beginning to believe that perhaps you were starting to settle in nicely, only for that not to be the case. But if this is the way you want it to be, so be it. He’ll play along until you tire yourself out and willingly return to him. Lilia will allow you to make escape attempts, just to see how your mind works and where the flaws (that allow you to get closer to escaping) he must fix are. Then when you believe you’re so close to achieving freedom, he appears to return you home, squashing your hope. You may have thought you were close to winning, but Lilia was carefully monitoring you the entire time. So truthfully, you were never once close to the freedom you desired.

✂ Hell. What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

✄ Lilia treats you gently and he cares for you greatly, even if he is bothersome at times, he always means well. It seems like he’s never ever angry, not even when you act up against him. But he is to be feared, even though you know in your mind that he would rather stab himself than actually physically hurt you. But let’s remember, you are his dearest, no one else. Perhaps your worst experience with him, failed escape attempts and irksome teasing aside, was catching a glimpse of the violence he was capable. Again, he would never even think of lifting a blade or casting a spell against you! But others? If he must, they will not be spared.

✄ Lilia had left you in the care of Sebek and Silver while Malleus kept you company. Silver was relatively understanding and easy to sneak away from given his habit of sleeping, plus he tended to trust you a bit more. Sebek was harder to shake off, but when Malleus had taken his leave for a moment, Sebek was determined to follow. You knew by now that escape was useless, especially since Lilia would be back any moment now. However, there was something you wanted to see. Both Lilia and Malleus had warned you to not check the orb today, a magical crystal ball the ancient fae had gifted you so you could see him whenever you missed him (like that would happen). But for the first time, you were tempted to use it to satisfy your curiosity. Now that Silver was peacefully dozing off, and Sebek with Malleus were out of the room, it was the perfect opportunity to check the crystal ball. Carefully approaching it, you stared at your reflection before murmuring, show me Lilia. And just like that, you saw him in the orb. All you saw was red on his fists as he stood over the figure of a stranger that lay still in an unnatural position, before a hand from behind you quickly enveloped the orb, blocking you from seeing the rest. It caused you to jump, the sight you saw for a split second making you feel dread. The hand had belonged to Malleus, and he merely gazed down at you while speaking, “Understand that a being like him who’s lived for many millennia and has done many deeds in his lifetime, will have enemies. Enemies that will find out about you and kill you if given the chance, as you are his weakness and you cannot defend yourself. So for your own sake and his, listen the next time he instructs you to do something.”

✂ Ideals. What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

✄ A peaceful simple kind of life is all he wants. In his eyes, it will be short due to the fact that you're human and he’s fae, he knows that, and it kills him. But he tries to live in the moment, the way he’s always lived. So he doesn’t think too much of the future. Although nothing would make him happier than seeing you learn to accept him with all his strangeness and begin to get along with those he had a hand in raising. If you could get along with his son Silver, learn to tolerate Sebek with that prideful nature of his, and even become friends with prince Malleus, then he would be satisfied.

✄ After that...? He’s not sure what he’ll do after. He doesn’t even want to think about it. He doesn’t want to force tortuous forbidden spells on you that would destroy your humanity in exchange to let you live longer, but at the same time he hates the thought of a world without you. There are legends and stories of reincarnation... perhaps he’d dedicate all his time and effort into finding you again.

✂ Jealousy. Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

✄ No, actually, which may not be that surprising. In fact, you’ve never seen the ancient fae get jealous before. Lilia is confident in himself. He’s also a bit showy, so even in the public eye, he won’t hesitate to nestle into your side and have your arm around his shoulder or float behind you with his arms wrapped around your neck like a scarf as he nearly hangs off you. It’s clear that he’s trying to signal that he’s yours and vice versa, and it’s especially obvious judging by his self-satisfied grin.

✂ Kisses. How do they act around or with their darling?

✄ Playful and doting. When you are present, his toothy smile will be constant and he becomes a bit more mischievous. He’ll keep up appearances in public... sort of. Not really though, unless you insist. But it incredibly obvious that he’s involved with you, as if the close lingering touches and the innocent batting of his eyelashes he gives you aren’t signs enough. In private, it’s as if his affection increases even more. He’ll urge you to sit on his lap as he games on his pc; when he has his face against the crook of your neck and you least expect it, he’ll blow raspberries just to startle you or make you laugh; or in more peaceful times he’ll simply hold you in his arms as he talks about anything and everything.

✂ Love letters. How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

✄ Honestly, you probably should have seen this coming from a mile away, before the romantic gestures there were pink/red flags. After all, sometimes this fae has no filter, he just speaks his mind. There was always something he’d say that was off, too many compliments, but you simply brushed them off as him being kind. That is until the letters began arriving. See, Lilia is old, and he’ll admit that he greatly prefers courting through the traditional manner. Actually, it helps him gain your attention, because who doesn’t appreciate bouquets of flowers, long letters sealed with sweet smelling wax, and his attempts at serenading you by screeching singing a song he practiced in his club? It’s probably safe to say that you were intrigued by his attempts, and perhaps even interested in reciprocating. You needn’t know about the darker details of his growing obsession with you. This is all going so well! This is where the 50/50 chance of kidnapping you or maintaining a seemingly normal (as normal as it is to date an ancient being) relationship comes into play.

✂ Mask. Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

✄ No, actually. The Lilia everyone else knows is the same Lilia you know, except you see him as far more affectionate. He has nothing to hide. At least, that’s what he says, but he’s still a mystery to you and most everyone else. Anyways, the only time he may act different, is if someone is a real threat to you. This can’t just be anyone, it takes someone powerful for him to take on this frightening persona, and you won’t see how quickly he goes from cooing over you to plotting this enemy’s death and where to hide the body.

✂ Naughty. How would they punish their darling?

✄ Punish you? No, no, no! Come now, he wouldn’t to that.

✂ Oppression. How many rights would they take away from their darling?

✄ He wouldn’t. I mean, he could, he most certainly could limit your freedom, but he wants to give you the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it’s not like you can get very far anyways, whether he be there or it be the others. Please, believe him, he truly only wants the best for you. He doesn’t want to upset you, so he won’t risk it by taking away your rights. He’s seen how people have withered without certain rights and freedoms, and he doesn’t want that for you. The most he’ll do as punishment, is lecture you.

✂ Patience. How patient are they with their darling?

✄ Very. Extremely. His level of patience must be as long as his life, it’s astounding. No matter what you do or what you say, he won’t ever snap. In fact, he only continues to smile at your pathetic efforts, which makes you begin to lose your temper. There is nothing you can do that will cause his patience to dwindle. You aren’t sure if he has the patience of a saint or if he’s just keeping face so you won’t win, but you’re starting to think that the answers leans more towards the former. It seems that he almost knows what you’re thinking when you wonder if it’s a calm facade of some sort, and his content little smile turns to somewhat taunting. As if daring you to try and get him to crack. It felt as if his eyes were telling you: Go ahead, tire yourself out, it’ll be cute to see you try~

✂ Quit. If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

✄ Escape? Not happening. Leaving? He won’t let you. But death? Death is practically certain. It’s almost guaranteed that Lilia will outlive you. He’ll mourn like anyone else would, but then he’ll quickly wipe his tears and get to work. What’s he doing? Why, trying to find you again, of course! He never particularly believed in or paid attention to the stories of reincarnation in the past, but now he’s researching endlessly. To him it doesn’t feel like you’re truly gone, it just feels like you’re on a lengthy vacation and he’ll see you again soon. The thought of reuniting again fills him with such joy, it makes his heart throb just like it used to when you began exchanging love letters. The reminder that perhaps you’re out there somewhere again, is enough to keep him going until he finds you.

✂ Regret. Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

✄ No, he feels no remorse. This was for the best, it was for you. It was necessary, for your wellbeing. Here with him you would be safe, you could be happy too. There is no letting go. He wishes to spend as much time as possible with you, he wants to treasure every single moment and create as many memories with you as humanely possible. Please, grant him this wish.

✂ Stigma. What brought about this side of them?

✄ Like previous times, I’ll answer this one the same. It depends on the au.

✂ Tears. How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

✄ Oh dear, oh dearest, oh darling, don’t cry! Lilia has this unexplainable ability to comfort and calm those around him, whenever he sets his mind to it. You’re no exception. He using his thumb to wipe away your salty tears, and he’s still smiling. It isn’t mocking, but rather, it’s a soft and gentle smile that soothes you. He slowly shakes his head at your state, speaking softly to you. He isn’t teasing you, or mocking you, but he’s genuinely comforting you with kind words of comfort. Using his magic, he got a box of tissues to float closer and a warm cup of your favorite beverage set itself in front of you. Come, tell him what’s caused your sadness. He’s a wise being, so he’ll come up with suitable solutions. There’s always the chance that he caused it, the stress of the sudden change may be too much. If it is, he won’t mind, he’ll simply have to try harder to make this place more homey for you. He’ll simply have to do everything in his power to make you happy here.

✂ Unique. Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

✄ Let’s see... Lilia gives you a lot of freedom, in fact, you have actually freedom. You’re simply being monitored wherever you go and whatever you do. Which is still surprising, considering that he may or may not have kidnapped you. For a yandere, it’s rare for them to be so lenient and forgiving. Especially considering that Lilia’s form of punishment is lecturing.

✂ Vice. What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

✄ Escape? Haha. Funny. Yeah, noooo. But, if you want something you can just ask. If you’d prefer the more roundabout way, you can simply leave little hints lying around. Lilia quickly pieces it together and he catches on swiftly, he’s amused and will give in to practically anything you ask for, except leaving, of course. But anything else? Consider it done and yours.

✂ Wit’s end. Would they ever hurt their darling?

✄ No. Never. As stated before, he’d rather hurt himself than ever hurt you. If he had to choose between causing you a bit of physical pain or give himself ten times that amount of pain you would’ve felt, he’d choose to brace the pain himself every single time.

✂ Xoanon. How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

✄ Lilia adores you. He reveres you like royalty, and you would know. After all, you know how the ancient fae is with the literal prince of the valley. Because Lilia is so well respected in the valley, he’s able to afford luxuries for you. You practically live in the palace, any silly or stupid demand will be carried out, and every day he will always remind you of the love he holds for you. Winning you over is important to him, but your safety and happiness are first and foremost. Once he’s sure you’re somewhere safe and you’re slowly adjusting to the environment, only then will he focus on winning you over.

✂ Yearn. How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

✄ Does not snap. However, the longest he’ll pine after you before resorting to traditional fae kidnapping, is one year at most. Why? Because as mentioned before, he wishes to spend as much time as possible with you. That’s why! Human lives are so short and fragile, so he has to make the most of it!

✂ Zenith. Would they ever break their darling?

✄ Can one be broken with love? Well, maybe, but Lilia won’t break you. He’s much too gentle and careful with you for that. Please, try to understand this fae. He truly loves you like he’s never loved anyone before. It’s an intense and overwhelming sort of love, something he’s never experienced before and he knows is not normal but he can’t resist. You make him happy, and he wants to make you happy. So won’t you learn to accept this old soul and his fantastical odd ways?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere writing #yandere prompts #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #yandere lilia vanrouge

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slut-4sasuke · 9 months

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Interrupted Lunch

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader

Summary: Kiba is a chick magnet with his new look and he seems to only want one girl

Warnings: SMUT!! f reader

Word Count: 2K

A//N: This is from my wattpad! I have been super busy with work and life. I have also been suffering from writers block!! I have a bunch of work over halfway done or close to being finished. If you guys do like this I have a couple on my wattpad, including this one!🩷

I was next to the window as meat on the grill sizzled and I sat there eagerly waiting to keep on eating. I held my chopsticks ready to grab the beef and immediately put it in my mouth.

Every other table in Yakiniku Q's had anywhere from 2-8 people. I sat by myself, the last one at the table, quietly eating. I enjoy being at Yakiniku Q; the food, the people who always came, the warmth of it feeling so much like home. The rest of my friends had all gone to their respective places, but I had nothing to do today. No mission, no hang out, no research to do. I wasn't complaining and I was actually enjoying myself.

A group of girls crowded on the other side of the window. They all were screaming and overlapping each other. I backed away from the window as it sounded like girls were being pushed into it. I widened my eyes as they quickly ran off. "I wonder what that was about?" I say to myself.

I hear the curtain pull to the side and pay it no mind. A second later someone sits next to me, panting, "hey... (Y/N)... i'm... sorry-" he panted each word out followed with a light wheeze. I looked over at him watching him speak and tried catching his breath.

He was cute when he looked disheveled. He didn't wear the fur coat anymore, now it was a black blazer with his fishnets underneath. His hair was laid messy but almost perfect. His red fangs looked like they had gotten longer with his face. He looked like a man more than ever.

I shake my thoughts and smile, "Kiba, what the hell? Are you being chased or something?" I cut him off and handed him my water, not wanting him to pass out, "take your time." I chuckle while grabbing my meat off the grill, eating it. He gulps all the water and wipes his mouth, "actually, yea! These girls have been chasing me all week." I frown and realize that's who the girls were after. "It's not like you would go for the crazy ones anyway." I smile widely. Kiba wraps his arm around my shoulders, "no, never. (Y/N) you're the one who knows me the best." I blush and place more food on the grill. Kiba's nose crinkles. He licks his lips and places his hand on his stomach, "(Y/N)? Would you mind sharing just a bit, these girls really worked up my appetite." His face deepens red in embarrassment and with his other hand he rubs the back of his head. I gesture for him to grab a pair of chopsticks. "So no Akamaru?" I half frown, "he's always with you." Kiba smiled, "since he's gotten so big he's kind of hard to manage and fit in some places. Plus he had to get groomed today." I smile and continue to eat as does Kiba.

"So (Y/N)?" I lift my head and swallow my food. "Yes Kiba?" He plays with his food, "all these girls chasing after me and I literally don't want any, like you said, but I just don't know how to tell the girl I want... that I want her. I run from them to keep chasing after that one." His head laid in his hand as he ended his sentence with a large sigh. I look down, saddened that he had a girl in mind already. I knew I could never stand a chance with Kiba.

"Kiba, if you know what you want then go for it. Nothing should-" my sentence was cut off by Kiba's lips pressing to mine. He holds the back of my neck as he pushes himself over top of me a little. His tongue slides into my mouth and I sigh of relief. I hold his cheeks, pulling him closer. He smiles and his fang grabs onto my bottom lip, pulling softly. I pull away from him, "Kiba..." I catch my breath, surprised by his actions. "(Y/N) I can't hold myself back anymore, we've been best friends forever, we're on the same team, and we know each other so well. I recommend that you and I get familiar." His eyebrow raises and he shows off his teeth.

God! I wanted to just rip all his clothes right here and now.

I grab Kiba by the collar and pull him out of Yakiniku Q's. He follows behind me and I drag him by the group of girls that had been looking for him. They go to say something, but are cut off from them seeing me and Kiba. They scold us and whisper to each other. I pay them no mind and walk down the road to my apartment. "Easy there tiger." Kiba speaks up as my pace quickens.

We stood in front of my apartment door. I grab the knob and Kiba's lips attach to mine at the same time. I throw my keys on the kitchen table. I wrap my leg around Kiba's torso and he grabs my thigh, squeezing it. My shorts roll up with Kiba's touch. He moans against my lips and my body rolls closer into him. My hands find his hair and pull lightly. I feel his shaft press into my core, just fabric separating us. "Kiba, please." I moan onto his lips. He grabs my other leg and wraps it around him, holding my ass in both of his hands.

He walks in the bedroom and he sits on the bed with me on his lap. I grind into his lap earning moans and groans from him. His head tilts back and his mouth widens to moan. I kiss his neck and bite quite hard, Kiba hisses and he digs his claws into my hips. My lips break from his neck and I moan loudly. Kiba smirks and growls. He rips off my clothes and fishnets. I growled as he kept his clothes on. I pull at his shirt and rip his fishnets.

I push him down and lick my lips admiring his chiseled abdomen and sculpted chest. I lean over and kiss the center of his chest. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and he was staring right at me. "I like it when you look at me." His hands run through my hair as he talks to me in a raspy tone. I growl and smile. Leaving a trail of marks and kisses down to the pants line, I tug at his pants. A tent had formed and my oh my did I want it. I lower my face to his pelvis just to see the peak of the curve. My lips water and I pull his pants to drop to his ankles. His length sprang up and I wrap my hand at the base. I lift my head, hovering over his tip, my breath barely touching it. Kiba shutters as he can only feel my cold breath lingering at his tip. I slowly purse my lips together and drop spit onto his head, slowly rolling down his shaft, leaving a glistening trail down to my hand. I smirk and repeat my actions. Kiba grows more eager each moment, his hips buck up and my name leaves his lip every other time.

I stop teasing and wrap my lips around the moistened tip. Lowering my head and moving my hand upwards to meet in the middle got Kiba wild. His hands move to my hair, grabbing handfuls. I smile and continue this motion. After a few pumps, I drop my hand. With my mouth at the tip... I drop my head to meet my hand. Kiba screams, "FUCK YES (Y/N)." His legs lift a little and drop to the floor with a thud. I smile and continue. His hands pull at my hair harder and help guide my head. I move my hand from his shaft and let his hands guide me. He pushes my head to his pelvis and his eyes roll back. His hips thrust up and small gag sounds vibrate against his shaft. Keeping my head down for a few more seconds, my eyes water and my hands grab the sheets outside his legs. I feel his whole length start twitching. He's close and his grip hasn't loosened. I look up at the slits he had for eyes, filled with desire and endless possibilities. I hum to vibrate his shaft consistently and a few moments later Kiba's face washes with pleasure as he releases his cum. He quivers and collapses.

It was my turn for some fun. He had his fun.

With Kiba unaware I was hovering over him, on my knees, I positioned my entrance at the tip of his shaft. Nearly dripping onto his tip, I couldn't wait. I slide myself down his length, slowly, stretching my walls and creating a new sensation of pleasure. Kiba grabs the sheets and slams his hips into mine without me finishing. My hands slam on his abdomen and screams of his name leave my lips. His hips drop to the bed and my hips follow. My toes curl as I feel Kiba brush over my g-spot and hit an even more sensitive spot. "Yes, Kiba, please don't stop." Kiba smirks and grabs my hips and moves them forward and back. My eyes roll back and my walls tighten, I was close. Kiba sniffs the air and growls... He knew too. He adds a few thrusts in the mix as he rocks my hips. "Oh my! Kiba!" "Hold it (Y/N)! I'm so close!" I squeeze my eyes shut as the knot in my stomach only continues to grow.

Trying to keep up with Kiba is a bit tough since he does have the stamina of a wolf... literally.

I dig my nails into his chest dragging them down causing small beads of blood to form. Kiba lifts my hips slightly and slams his into mine. I scream, "KIBA!" as a wave of pleasure washes over me and I cover Kiba with my juices. Kiba also shoots his cum inside covering my walls. Kiba pulls himself out and both of our juices coat each other inside and out.

I lay my head down on Kiba's chest and pant just as hard as he did. I listen to his heart race only a little faster than his breathing. His hand lifted up to my head and rested in my hair. I smile and run my fingers up and down his chest.

It was nice to be able to lay here and enjoy the moment. Nothing to worry about with him right here. Time stood almost still.

Kiba's breath started to regulate and he wraps his arms around me and rolls us on our sides. He sniffs my hair and moves his nose to smell my neck, "you just smell so good." He enjoyed smelling the pleasure he was able to provide. I chuckle and rest my hand on his. My eyes slowly shut.

I was just about to be completely asleep before a loud knock at my door interrupted me. Me and Kiba both shot up. The person on the other side was eager as they knocked again, this time calling me, "(Y/N), open up, we need to ask you something?" It was Shikamaru. I pull a robe over my body and Kiba pulls his pants on. I open the door. "Oh! I'm so sorry to bother." Shikamaru looks at my body only covered in a robe. "It's fine, you aren't interrupting anything." Kiba stumbles through my room and into the kitchen. "I was gonna ask you where-" Shikamaru stops his sentence as he notices Kiba, "where Kiba was" his face flushes red, "but I see. Team 10 and 8 will be meeting up for dinner. You team 8 members are more than welcome to join." Shikamaru rubs the back of his head and raises his eyebrow before walking away. "(Y/N) and Kiba... who would have thought?" He says to himself and I hear as he walks down the hall causing me to smile a bit.

I close the door and smile at Kiba, "well now everyone knows." Kiba chuckled as his back was against my fridge, "is it such a bad thing?" I walk over to him and kiss him holding his cheeks, "of course it's not."

#kiba inuzuka #naruto shippuden #naruto #kiba smut #smut #kiba x reader #naruto kiba #kiba imagines #inuzka clan #slut-4sasuke

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Hey I saw you are taking requests, so I wanted to ask how task force 141 would deal with a female or gn reader whos just a crazy psychopath, and is always covered in blood after a mission, but has a soft spot for the team. Love ur writings btw 🚬💋

Nah low key love this character, may have to use them again. I like writing dark stuff. Kept it GN but again please tell me if something needs changing. It’s short cause I had to reign myself in from turning this smutty lmao I have a problem.

Don’t fear the Reaper, a popular saying about the inevitability of death. However, you were feared amongst many. You’d been within 141 for a while now and earnt your call sign ‘Reaper’, due to your extremely violent tendencies. There was nothing you loved more than watching the life drain from a persons eyes. The warmth of their blood on your skin. In fact you revelled in it.

On base those who didn’t know you gave you a wide berth. They felt uneasy. And honestly? You loved it. You loved making people feel uneasy, on edge. You kept to yourself mostly, preferring to observe and listen to your surroundings.

In the field you were first one in, last one out. Much to your Lieutenants annoyance. ‘Gonna get yourself killed’ he’d make a point of saying. Every time. ‘Can’t kill what’s already dead Lt’ you’d reply offering a wink. He knew you were damn good at your job, a fine solider. The best he’d ever worked with. ‘That you admitting you’d miss me?’ You teased. ‘Maybe’ he said duly. Smiling, you push him playfully ‘I knew there was a heart in there. I’d miss you too.’

After one particular messy mission, which went tits up, of course, you finally managed to get back to exfil. Jumping onto the helicopter you were covered in blood, dark drips of crimson covered your face, your hair slicked back with blood. ‘Creepin Jesus Reaper. You takin baths in their blood now?’ Soap asked, you two were close, but he was low key scared of you. Though he’d never admit that. Ruffling his hair you smiled down at him ‘killin’s messy work Johnny. I ain as clean as you.’

Sitting in the helo you lit a cigarette, the orange glow of the lighter illuminated your blood stained face. ‘Giving Ghost a run for his money lookin like that’ Gaz laughed. Smiling you inhaled the cigarette, the nicotine filling your lungs. Nothing like a cigarette after a mission, well, apart from driving a knife into tender flesh that is. ‘Nothing like some friendly competition’ Ghost chuckled. ‘Nah sir, I think I’m winning this one. Sure they’re scared when they see you, but they never see me. People are more scared of what they can’t see, fear of the unknown yanno? I am the unknown.’

He rolled his eyes. ‘They got you there Lt’ Gaz snorted. You loved your team, the banter, the camaraderie, you were close knit, could answer each others questions with only a look. They were your boys.

Price was always happy when you returned ‘so, dodged death again then I see?’ It was a running joke between you all, you rarely showed emotion, often jokes you heart was colder than Ghosts. But Price cared about you and you cherished that. They had tried to rein you in the first few months you were with them, but to no avail.

It’s like something switched inside you, from a calm and reserved person, to … well, a rabid animal. You were quicker than lightening with your knives, more often than not choosing your blades over guns. Blades were more personal, you could look them in the eye as their life faded. You thrived off the power you felt from this. The first time they saw you in action they had to consciously try to remember the mission.

‘Fuckin hell, remind me never to get on your bad side’ Soap had said. You cupped his face ‘as if I could ever hurt you Johnny. My little Scottish flapjack.’ He smiled at the pet name. ‘You’re my boys, I’d do anything to protect you.’

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mw22 #john soap mactavish #gaz garrick #captain john price #captain price #request #ghost

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lunart-06 · 4 months

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Good day, I have a request to make regarding your current ao3 that you wrote.

Ok imma stop with the fancy English. I read your ao3 titled "there was nothing left for me" and absolutely adored it so I want to ask if you could write a good ending.

Like when izuru was outside talking about how unpredictable the ocean is and no amount of luck will ever bring makoto back, immediately he said that, up in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its a heavily damaged helicopter hurdling towards him at mach 4. The helicopter crashes right next to him with rubble from the helicopter flying everywhere without hitting him. His curiosity gets the best of him and you'll never guess what he finds inside. A very beaten up and bloody scars makoto who looks like his on the brink of death.

That was the idea I've been brainstorming ever since I finished ur fic. So thanks for reading and incase u actually take this into consideration (I'll be very glad if u do) please take your time I don't mind waiting

(Ur fic has done crazy stuff to me like once in every 10 scenario sessions I have it's based on this fanfic Thank you so much for writing it)

ARCK TY SM!!!! That fic was the only thing that made me feel like I can't possibly write anything close to that quality anymore and needed to get more deeply into my zone but I'm glad you liked it!!!

And for the ending, it was extremely inte ded for me to make a very open-like kinda ending to ensure something like these! You can imagine ANY scenarios regarding of what happened and with the kind of ending I go for COULD lead to tons of possibilities!

It could be Kamukura destroying the foundation and still feeling empty inside, or who knows maybe he find Makoto's coffin while at it? Or maybe Makoto is *still* alive yet just wandering aimlessly after escaping and tricking everyone of his death? Who knows who knows, that's what fun about them!

And to indulged in your one of many scenarios of ending for this fic.

Kamukura wouldn't pay attention to anything else, as said, the agonizing turmoil crashing on everything he had build up for. But he *does* aware of the sound above him, and just like that his ultimate talents switched without command and stood aside a few good feet away, in a certain spot, as a vehicle crash down next to him.

I don't believe Makoto could even still be standing after surviving an execution from *Munakata* of all things, that man won't let him breath. So in this case, some of his other friends and sister had helped him out of the dire situation. Judging from Byakuya's scowl towards Hagakure it seems that it was the teller's responsibility in controlling the helicopter, but knowing Byakuya's distrust over something so life-threatening to someone like Hagakure, it seem he was suppose to be temporarily held control over it until some *bad luck* happened.

Toko was there, Komaru was there, Byakuya left his knot tying rushed to go over to Hagakure, leaving the body—

The body that was still moving. *breathing*. Though shallow and slow, definitely in pain, slightly trembles perhaps from the large injuries and the shock from literally falling from the sky. The sight of it managed to make Kamujura's skin pricked, muscles tightening, and eyes frozen to one sight of one subject. Komaru calling onto the body she held is when Kamukura can feel the freezing water washed over him and wiped the toxins in every parts of his molecules.

"Makoto please hang on—"

Makoto. He can see it clearly now, the messy hair of brown with strands sticking out in multiple places, damped with sweat, paler than necessary to be consider healthy, the while shirt soaked with red, his whole figure is writhing as if cold and taking shallow breath as if drowning, he couldn't see the calming olive eyes when the lids clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together closely that the skin wrinkles, his teeth grits and released from pain and to breath, holding onto the major blow of the injuriy that could have really taken his life dearly.

"Kamukura?" The sister called out, and for once, he paid attention, "please— please, help him– help my brother please, h-he's—"

He doesn't let her finished before his whole body moved in instinct, swiftly picking the deathly cold body that's far more than Kamukura's own, and as he made contact with Makoto, he can feel multiple talents surge through him all at once; ultimate hunter checking any possible threat on his surroundings, ultimate bodybuilder to properly hold Makoto without shaking too much of his injuries, ultimate medic to check anymore major wound aside from the one Makoto covered.

And when Makoto finally squint an eye opened to stare directly on Kamukura's clouded crimson ones, smiling in a shaky manner with a relief undertone (for once, Kamukura *understood* that. Instead of *knowing*), he spoke, in an exhale, his voice whispered; "I..... tol' you.. that I'll–.... be......back..—"

And ultimate runner to quickly take Makoto back to the base of the island.

#danganronpa #lunar ask yippe #kamuegi #a helicopter falling casually like that seems very breaking the ambience but #I have a feeling that theres some way to make that work #then fucking it up from giggling too much #I need to be very sad to write this!!!! to get into it #so I'll leave it just that

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atinystaypixie · 5 months

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Ranting cuz i need to get things off my chest and feel insane n over life

I’m so damn tired. I stay home to take care of my mother n the constant backlash i get from her is astounding. Always saying i have an attitude n that my face makes her upset. I literally am passing out from exhaustion during the day cuz i can never sleep properly and I usually am jumping out my sleep to come help her and she somehow takes it as me having an attitude and being a bitch—literally called me a bitch, despite me telling her several times its just my face and i cant control it. And then the constant saying im going to Hell because im treating her so terribly. Im trying my best but when i say that she point out that trying isnt good enough and im being a bitch. And she tells me im not taking responsibility for my actions but when i tell her she isnt either cuz she never wants to hear that she talks harshly to me and my sister then its a problem. I just dont get it. I cant do more than im doing and the moment something gets dirty or messy then all hell breaks loose. Im taking care of YOU and am home by MYSELF with you pretty much all fay everyday so excuse me if i cant clean like a damn slave 24/7, take care of you, and manage my school work all in one day. She keeps saying how she never took her time to do anything when it came to me n my sis and that we are terrible kids for taking so long to do anything she ever asks. Aka with me she means if i dont come running in .2 secs of her calling me n this usually happens when im so exhausted i dont hear her. Its a damn if i do and damn if i dont thing almost cuz if i do come quick enough i look ugly and bitchy to her but if i dont come quick enough…i still look ugly and bitchy to her AND i definitely have an attitude. Idk how she expects me to smile when she literally berates and fusses at me 24/7 for even the smallest things especially things i tell her arent happening the way she says. But if I say that she always hits me with the “no you want to play me as crazy! My mind aint gone”- yall im so tired this back and forth and not even being able to apologize and trying to be civil just to be met with curses is crazy. I would see if I genuinely had an attitude but even trying to talk it out leads to no fucking where. Im already depressed and trying not to relapse into bad habits but damn what did i do to deserve this like this? Ik im not a perfect caregiver but i literally stayed home from college and opted to do online courses to help take care of her, i opted to not find a new job, i opted to actually try and be here for her n this is all im met with everyday? Im just tired

#pixie.not so sparkly

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 2 years

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Fuck, Marry, Kill me now

Pairing: Bishop Losa x F!OC Bishop's wife x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Threesome, slightly shy reader, Alcohol

Summary: You'd been working at the clubhouse bar for quite some time, and it was apparent that Bishop and his wife were the hottest thing in Santo Padre since hell lit up. Sure, you'd indulged and thought about what it'd be like to be sandwiched inbetween them, who wouldnt? But you assumed that it was always going to be a fantasy, that is until you're overheard one night playing a rather revealing drinking game...

A/N: Had this in the drafts for a while and had a little bit of time to finish it tonight. I just think that S1-2 Bishop and a potential badass hot wife topping me would be really fun and I just let my little bi heart run wild with this one.

It was crazy how a slip up one night playing such a silly game would change the course of your sex life forever, but then again things around Santo Padre were rarely normal. When nights spent dodging gunfire and flirting with killers was considered the usual it made sense that you’d end up in bed with Bishop and his old lady.

It had been a slow night in the clubhouse. The guys were busy and wrapped up in so much of their own shit, that for once it was just you and the girls who worked the bar that remained. Normally you’d be up late cleaning. However that night, the little wooden shack was as clean as it could get, and when the boys were away it was only natural for you all to unwind a little.

So what did you all decide to do with your free time? Play stupid ass drinking games of course.

“Ok! Fuck, Marry, Killlllll…” Victoria shouted, breaking through everyone's giggles

The clubhouse had been practically shaking with everyone's laughter and it was filled with loud music playing over crackly bluetooth speakers. You were alive with the buzz of the cheap tequila that no one felt the boys would miss, and more energised than you’d been in a long time.

Everyone managed to shut up for a second as Victoria glared around with her narrowed eyes and shushed till there was quiet. She’d looked around, trailing her gaze from the girls on the sofas and round everyone else sat on the rickety chairs that had been haphazardly sprawled in a messy circle. Once she was satisfied that the only noise left was the bassy music, she grinned like a vixen.

“Fuck, marry, kill: Creeper, Riz and Taz. Bambi, you start!” She said, directing her gaze at you.

They’d taken to calling you Bambi ever since your first day when you tripped up on spilt beer, and they’d never let you live it down. Although, if you were honest, you’d been clumsy plenty of times since then as well. It would always elicit an “aw, bambi” everytime.

Everyone’s eyes were heavy on you, you felt a heat creep into your cheeks and looked down, avoiding all the stares. You’d much preferred truth or dare. Being made to make out and give fake lap dances was much more preferable than having to decide the fates of each of your bosses. What if it got back to any of them?

You had to come out of this night and continue to see them all everyday for christ sakes!

“Oh um…god do we have to do this,” you grumbled, taking another shot of tequilla.

You winced as it burned its way down your throat and grimaced further when you saw everyone rolling their eyes and folding their arms at you. You’d made an admirable suggestion, but clearly they weren’t biting.

Fine then. The extra tequila had emboldened you at least.

“Umm, ok well I guess fuck Riz,” you said with a shrug, taking out the easiest first. “Then-”

“Oh my god! What! Fuck Riz,” Lucia screamed, “Out of all those boys?”

“Lucia, don’t interrupt!” Victoria hissed, looking to her and back to you. “However, an explanation for each of your choices is vital in playing this game.”

You rolled your eyes at the added rules and went to grab the bottle of Jose Cuervo, but it was snatched from your grasp before you could pour another shot. Victoria met your glare with glee and held her finger up, waggling it at you.

“You only get to drink once you answer the question!”

“And give an explanation,” one of the other girls added.

You sighed, feeling a heaviness grow in your stomach as you got paranoid about the guys suddenly coming back and hearing you. Or even, what if they had cameras in the clubhouse? What if they were listening right then!

You shook your head and took a breath, realising you were getting carried away with yourself. The sooner you answered the question the sooner the attention would be away from you.

“Fuck Riz cause he’s like the youngest so he’ll have stamina, Marry Creeper cause he has nice eyes, and kill Taza cause to be honest,” you shrugged, “his whole silent broody thing would get annoying.”

Everyone burst out laughing, but soon enough everyone else began rattling off their choices and reasons and the heat was off of you. Thank christ.

You’d taken your winning shot and soon enough you were beginning to feel yourself slipping from tipsy to full on drunk. You were feeling more sloppy and free by the minute and suddenly you didn’t mind so much that you were all thirsting after the guys or plotting their demise. You were all equally as incriminated as each other at least.

I’d fuck him because he has all of those cool tattoos.

I’d kill him because I’d rather puke than wake up to him any day of the week.

I’d marry him because he has the biggest dick. Ask me how I know, someone please!

I’d kill him because he’d give me an STD…again.

You were surprised all the screeching you’d all been doing hadn’t summoned law enforcement. Though, no sirens or flashing lights came. Everyone just kept cycling through different combinations of guys and giving ever increasingly revealing answers. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed this much.

“Ok,ok,ok!” Victoria said, once again having to break up the raucous. “We haven’t done…um-hm…oh, oh, I know! Bishop, Angel, Coco! Who’s taking it?”

“Bambi hasn’t answered in a while,” Lucia chimed.

“Ew! Coco’s my cousin!” You squealed, making a gagging motion straight after. “I’d like to think that disqualifies me.”

“Oh shit…well you can still answer, just kill him,” Lucia said nonchalantly, taking another shot.

Soon enough all the eyes were on you again, but the nervous feeling that had crept up your spine before was nowhere to be found. All your inhibitions were lowered and you didn’t care what all the other girls thought now. Especially when they’d all clearly been so much more involved in the club than you. So much more.

“Right so killing Coco right away leaves me with…” you sighed, thinking about your next two choices carefully. “I guess…nah you know what, I’d kill Coco and Angel so I could fuck Bish and his hot old lady. AKA, create the only threesome worth being in.”

Of course your answer brought on the most squealing out of all the others. No one had chosen to break the rules yet, but your revelation had them all jumping up out of their seats and waving their drinks around. You, meanwhile, bit your lip and wondered if they’d all remember this the next day. You’d always been so shy usually, but the drinking and the easy atmosphere had broken down your barriers and you were already starting to regret it.

“What’d I say it’s always the quiet ones!” Lucia cackled

You felt your cheeks heat again, but you didn’t feel half as guilty. Your revelation was nowhere near as embarrassing as all the others you supposed. That is…only for the following few seconds.

“You think about that threesome alot, bambi?” A voice called out from the doorway.

That familiar voice cut thickly through the squeals and the music and suddenly it was as if time stopped. Your throat went dry and suddenly the scent of cheap booze and skunky smoke died out when the chill night air crept in from the widened doorway.

A curvy silhouette loomed from the entrance, standing in all her glory. Her tattoos were barely visible in the darkness, but her sparkly makeup and raven hair shone in the moonlight. It was Daniela herself, in all her chilling glory.

The way she’d said your name was frightening, as if you were little again and had gotten in trouble with the teacher. It felt like you were only two feet tall. You gulped and timidly stared over to the door, suddenly feeling more sober than you’d ever felt in your life. A chill clawed its way up your back when you locked eyes with the very woman you’d spoken of.

Speak of the devil and his old lady and one of them shall appear apparently.

“Daniela,” you squeaked.

Suddenly, despite not being very religious, you were scraping to recall the name of every saint you’d ever heard of and started mentally praying. You’d do the sign of the cross if it weren’t for every muscle in your body going taught with fear. You could only hope that given you were Coco’s cousin, he could do something to stop you from being ditched in an unmarked grave. Although, just as you’d come to think of it, you doubted it highly.

“I think it’s time you all left, hm girls?” Daniela said, placing her hands on her hips.

That was the cue for everyone to leave. The cacophony of scraping chairs and dropped glasses was all you could process until suddenly you hopped into action. You realised you were about to be the only one left behind. And you’d be damned if you were just going to let it happen.

You went to rush past Daniela and lose yourself in the crowd, but you had no such luck. She grabbed you with ease, like a hawk snatching a mouse, just before you could run out. Just as you were about to taste freedom.

Soon enough you found yourself alone with Daniela’s claw like nails rooted into you. Only you and her, staring into each other's eyes, feeling like you’d lost a war. You could feel a tear threaten to fall, and flinched when Daniela raised her hand. Though, instead of slapping you, she brought her palm delicately to your cheek and stroked over your smooth skin. You would've moaned if this were any other situation.

You opened your eyes again and frowned, staring into her honey brown irises and getting lost in them. You felt like a heavy tongued idiot. You were lost for words. You wanted to apologise profusely but you couldn’t bring yourself to break the now stark silence. So she broke it for you.

“You know what, I’m flattered,” She said finally. “I’m not even mad.”

You felt your eyes widen in shock and before you could even think to control it, your jaw dropped. You’d need to pick your chin off the floor to get home.

“Y-you uh, you’re not?” you said, stealing a glance out the door, looking to see if any of the girls had remained.

“Nah, I just figured I’d clear everybody out. Bish is meeting me back here and I’m gonna fuck his brains out. I thought I’d prefer not to have an audience,” she shrugged, talking as if she were discussing doing the laundry.

Your heart skipped a beat and if you weren’t already gaping like a fish you’d be doing it again. For a split second you wondered if that was an invite, but you immediately dismissed the thought. You knew how possessive she was of her man, there was no way she’d share.

“So um…can i go?” you asked, coming to your senses finally.

“Of course,” she smiled sweetly, tapping you on the nose like you were a child. “After you clean up all the mess you and your little friends made.”

Your smile fell as she added on the second part, but soon you’d decided it was better not to test her patience any further. You nodded mindlessly and rushed over to where you and the girls had been gathered before, taking glasses into your arms and dumping them in the sink. You cleared up all the rubbish and moved the chairs back to their old spots, and just as you were about to rush over to the sink and wash the glasses you heard Daniela clear her throat.

“You can get to those in the morning,” she said, waving you off. “Obispo will be here any minute and I fully intend to be spread out on that pool table by the time he arrives.”

You took a glance over to the battered old pool table she’d spoken of then back at her, nodding dumbly once again. You considered it a blessing she was letting you off the hook with what was basically doing chores, and thought better than to say anything more incriminating than you already had..

You were about to turn to the doorway, but just as she jumped up on her table, she interrupted your departure. The way she spoke made your veins freeze.

“If you were anyone else I’d have slit your throat in a fucking second…but you’re too sweet to worry about, aren’t you bambi?”

Your throat closed over as your gaze travelled over her figure. She was sitting with her soft legs spread out over the edge of the table, heels dangling in the air, her pouty lips looked so pretty you could hardly believe she threatened you with them.

But she had.

“I swear, I wouldn’t ever-”

“I know you wouldn’t,” she said, grinning like a cheshire cat, “You can go now.”

Breath returned to your body and you raced out, not wasting a second more to stick around and see if she would stab you, afterall. You raced out into the night, feeling your heart pumping in your ears and took off down the road. You didn’t care you’d be running forever to get home, in your flats no less, you were just grateful to remain alive.

-💀-

It’d been a week since you’d last shown up at the clubhouse and if you were being honest, you hadn’t thought you’d ever show again. Coco had messaged a few times wondering where you got to, and of course some of the girls had tried to pull some gossip from you, but you’d ignored them all. You were content to leave the bar behind forever.

Though that wasn’t what fate had in store for you.

You’d been sitting in your room all day flicking through social media and half heartedly looking for a normal job when you heard the familiar call of a harley racing down the road. You sighed and hoped that it wouldn’t stop, but ultimately the engine cut out in front of your house and wouldn’t you know it, the doorbell rang.

At that time in the evening you knew it could only mean one thing. Someone wanted you to come in to work.

You crept up from your bed, chest constricting like crazy and silently made your way to the door. After peering up into the peephole, you cursed and rolled your eyes at yourself, unlocking the entryway soon after. It was only Coco.

“Fucking hell,” you hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh my bad. I guess calling in for your cousin is rude these days! You haven’t answered your phone in ages, you’ve not been turning up for work, I thought you’d died or something, stupid!” Coco ranted.

You heaved out a breath and folded your arms, raising your chin in defiance.

“Well as you can see, I’m fine. You can go,” you smiled, ready to close the door in his face.

“No, I can’t go,” Coco said, jamming his foot in your doorway. “I think Bish is mad you haven’t turned up in a while. He sent me here to ask you to come in tonight, there’s a party on and he needs girls at the bar.”

You’d pretty much tuned out as soon as the words “Bish is mad” left his mouth. Oh god, you were going to have to pay the piper now. Would you have to leave town? Could you do that? No, you didn’t have any money to your name and you had no way of getting any either. You were screwed.

“B-Bishop asked for me?” you stuttered.

“Yeah. He still wants you round even after you’ve been all flaky and shit. Can I tell him you’ll be there or do I have to drag you in tonight?” Coco asked, his hard glare fixing on you. “Don’t forget who vouched for you! You messing Bishop around, makes it look like I’m messing him around, remember?”

“Ok, ok, jesus! Fine. I’ll come in. When does he need me?” you relented, feeling guilty that your fuckup would land on him.

“The others are there now. Just get ready and come in!”

-💀-

And so, that’s how you found yourself standing in front of the monolith that was the clubhouse. There was a knot in your stomach and a ringing in your ears that hadn’t left since the moment you’d slammed the door on Coco. This is the dump I’m gonna die in, you thought.

You took a breath and ran a shaky hand through your styled hair, finally stepping toward the doorway. It felt like it weighed a ton. You slid through it like a shadow and just as you were hoping to make a low key entrance you heard gasps sound out around the room as everyone took you in. You’d been announced. Great.

“Holy shit, she’s still alive!” you could hear someone not so subtly whisper.

You rolled your eyes and moved to go around back and put your things away, returning again to see everyone still staring. Apparently you were the biggest attraction of the night, dead girl walking was a hit.

“Yes, I’m here! What needs to be done?” you asked finally, hoping you could alleviate the tension.

They all ogled you for a little longer, but soon enough, Victoria stepped out from the small crowd and shoved you toward the bar, getting you to help load up on drinks. It was only then that everyone broke out of their collective trance and allowed you to get on with your business, not wanting to be seen slacking.

As everything returned to normal, everyone busying up around you, you started to feel at ease. It was like any other day in the clubhouse, like a natural rhythm had returned to the place. You got stuck into the routine of helping everyone and even managed to crack a smile or two. Things were going to be alright.

However, because you’d had your guard down you were entirely unprepared for what happened when the guys filtered in. As always, you’d gotten to work fetching them drinks and chatting away, engaging in your job and enjoying their playful flirting. Then, just as you’d grabbed Creeper a beer you froze when a worn hand reached out of nowhere and settled on your back.

You froze completely, knowing exactly whose hand it was before you’d even looked. You could smell the signature mix of faint perfume and strong tobacco that only ever emanated from one man after he was done fucking a certain someone.

“Nice to see you back, querida.”

You turned and locked eyes with the president, sheepishly offering him a smile and hoping you could sink into the ground. Though no amount of wishing would make it happen. He stood before you in his tight grey shirt and signature kutte looking just as handsome as ever. He even had a little scratch by his eye that added to that roguish handsome look.

Oh shit snap out of it!

Just as you were about to offer up a thousand apologies and plead for your life, he moved his hand round to your hip and tightened his grip. His rough lips hovered by the curve of your ear. You could feel his breath wash over your flesh and leave it in a goosebumpy mess.

“Make sure to stay for the whole night. We have a job for you later,” he whispered, pulling away and winking at you.

You gawped at him and watched as he stalked off to go find someone that could go get him a drink. A girl that could actually function. He’d known he’d short circuited you for the time being. A job? You had no idea what that could mean and you could only stand and let the cogs in your mind turn as you tried to work out what that meant.

He didn’t seem malicious in any way when he’d said it. No, he just had that classic Bishop charm about him, he’d swaggered off as if he’d just told you he’d won a bet. No, he wasn’t mad and ready to kill you, he was…if you weren’t mistaken, the mood that burned in his chestnut eyes was…excited.

“What was that all about?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and whirled around to see Coco’s confused face, biting your lip as you tried to come up with an excuse.

The fact that the threesome thing hadn’t spread round the whole club like wildfire had you questioning the gossip mill. Though, you recalled there had been so much spread round that night, perhaps they’d been worried that once one secret split the whole dam would break. That wouldn’t end well for most of the girls.

You sighed and got your thoughts in line, shaking your head.

“None of your damn business, Johnny,” you snapped.

Coco looked stunned for a second, but soon enough he’d shrugged it off and stalked back to Angel with a “whatever”.

Thank god Coco wasn’t the inquisitive type, you thought. You shrugged and got back to work, soon realising that guys from different charters were filtering in and they needed paying attention to the most. You had to make a good impression for the club. For Bishop, a small voice chimes in the back of your head.

From then on, you kept your mind on serving and tried desperately not to think about what Bishop had talked about. You hoped that if you kept your mind off of it, he wouldn’t turn around and decide to shoot you in the head. Acting like some kind of Gomez Adams for his Morticia, it would be just like him to do something morbid in the name of love.

As the night went on the crowd had swelled and grown rowdier and rowdier, when the boys celebrated they celebrated hard. Though, eventually they began to filter out. Guys were finding girls to take to seedy motels and as it got later there were more and more people dropping like flies, passing out over the couches and floors.

Daniela had caught your eye at one point in the night, she’d been standing by the pool table and winked at you when you caught her gaze, looking pointedly at the table just to remind you that she’d been on it not so long ago, probably fucking in every position there was. It made you shudder, though whether from fear or something else you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that you felt warmth swirling in you soon after.

You kept your head down despite it though. You went through the motions of grabbing more beers and cleaning bottles, trying to do damage control for the next day. Just as you were grabbing a couple of empty Coors, you were stopped from putting them away when a body stepped into your path.

You inhaled deeply and stared up from her fishnet clad legs, and finally to Daniela’s face. Apparently your fight or flight instit was lacking because instead of running away like a scared little girl, you froze and looked up at her like a deer in headlights. Your hands shook and you dropped the bottles, wincing when they crashed to the floor and smashed neatly at your feet.

A couple of glances went your way, but soon enough everyone got back to their own business, not wanting to be caught staring at Bishop’s old lady. You gulped and were about to start babbling like an idiot, scrambling for an apology, but apparently you were too scared to do that too.

“Careful, bambi,” Daniela drawled, kicking the big shards out the way with her chunky heels. “Don’t want you to get hurt. We’ve got big plans for you.”

“Y-you have?”

“Mmm, thought I told you, Bambi,” A voice growled from behind you. “We have a proposition for you.”

You turned quickly and spun right into Bishop, eyes going wide as you stared at the president. His expression was unreadable, his eyes were intense on you but his lips were quirked in a slight smile. You had no idea what was going to happen. Though you had noticed he’d changed from saying it was a job and now a proposition all of a sudden. What did that mean exactly?

They were either going to fuck you or have fun fucking each other after disposing of your corpse. You’d narrowed it down to those possibilities at least.

You gulped and just as you were about to move out of Bishop’s space, he grabbed your arms and pulled you toward him, pressing his mouth to your ear. You could feel the warm leather of his kutte and the tickle of his moustache light up your flesh, drawing more shallow breaths from you.

“Be a good girl and come with us,” he whispered lowly.

You nodded, feeling your throat go dry and your heart race. This was it, you were going to find out what fate they had in store for you. Once Bishop was satisfied you’d follow, he released you from his tight grip and walked ahead toward templo. He navigated expertly round fallen drunk bodies while you stumbled forward and Daniela followed behind.

You felt small again when you finally walked into the sacred space, swallowed into the darkness and feeling 2 feet tall. There was only one dim light illuminating the room and it flickered ever so slightly, putting your nerves on edge. You bit your lip and just as you were about to ask what they wanted with you, you cried out when you were shoved toward the table.

You slammed back into it, grabbing the rough edge with your hands, feeling the cold hardwood dig into your back. Everything seemed to be happening too fast, the room was spinning. The two figures advanced toward you. You swallowed down a breath and watched as they both came to a stop and looked from you to each other with heavy lidded gazes and restless hands.

“Was it true what you said that night?” Bishop finally said, reaching out and tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

Your flesh burned as his calloused hands stroked circles into it. It felt like your blood was igniting in your veins right there and you were going to burn up. Though, maybe that was just the shyness that was eating you up as you tried to avoid their eyes.

“W-what?” You finally asked, mentally cursing at how dumb you sounded.

“Oh, Bambi, don’t play stupid,” Daniela said, reaching out and digging her freshly manicured nails into the soft flesh of your thigh. “Do you need me to repeat what you said?”

Your leg burned where her nails were scraping, but that sensation combined with Bishop’s hands softly grazing your face was enough to have you shaking with pleasure. You knew for a fact if you touched yourself right now you’d be on fire, you’d be dripping.

“I- uh-”

“You said that if you had the choice you’d want to fuck Bishop and his hot old lady,” she interrupted, grinning effortlessly with that pearly white smile of hers.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” You giggled nervously, feeling your stomach flutter.

Bishop chuckled at you, revelling in how shy you were. It wasn’t what he was used to and part of him was excited by it. He liked knowing that you held them to such a high regard, he was getting off on the fact that you were there on that table, letting them touch you and clearly getting just as horny as they were. Even despite your fear.

He’d looked over to his wife and grinned when he caught his mirror image, his woman thinking just the same. Daniela was possessive of her man sure, but there was something about you that made her want to own you too. To have you there admiring her and Bishop like they were Mayan gods and you a disciple, she wanted to be worshipped and she knew she could get that from you. Her own little endorphin shot.

“When Dani told me what you said, I thought it was cute. I was surprised that she let you away so lightly, but then it occurred to me that maybe she actually liked your little idea…and then when we were on that pool table and I asked her if she wanted to make you our little bitch she clenched on me like a fucking vice, bambi,” Bishop rasped, suddenly gripping your jaw and making you gasp.

You squeaked at the thought of them discussing you while they fucked and swore that you’d feint right then and there. Was this a dream? You licked your lips and stole glances at both of them, feeling your thighs start to tremble and grow light. You were clutching at the table just to stay up now.

“So what do you say? You wanna be part of the only threesome worth being in?” Daniela asked innocently, trailing her nails gently up and down your thighs now. “You can say no if you want to. But something tells me you won’t.”

If your heart were to beat any faster you’d be sure that they’d both have heard it. You were incapable of forming any words now, your lips were about to open and form some sort of reply but then your head was too empty to come up with anything. You just nodded instead, slowly at first and then frenzied, moaning under your breath. You’d be crazy to say no.

And just like that, it felt like you’d ordered a hit on yourself. Bishop fastened this hand around your neck and his eyes transformed into darkened pits. Daniela moved behind Bishop and kissed his neck, grinning at you impishly while you stared up with big helpless eyes.

“Get on your knees then, Bambi. Be a good girl for us,” Bishop growled.

You whimpered and did as he said straight away, falling to your feet and landing straight by his crotch. That wasn’t an accident though, he pushed your face into it and had you inhaling his hardness. You were flush with his pulsing dick, feeling as it grew bigger with every passing second, throbbing away at your heating cheeks.

Daniela moved around to your back, coming to Bishop’s front so that she could share a passionate kiss with him. You could hear their breaths come in hot and heavy while you lingered there by Bishop, feeling your eyes grow progressively wider as you realised how huge he actually was. Your breath started to go and for a second as you watched them, a silent observer allowed into their love making. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Thats a real man’s cock right there Bambi. Guaranteed better than any son of a bitch you’ve ever been with” Daniela said, voice heavy with lust as she spared a glance down at you. “Do you want a taste? Wanna get it warmed up for me?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned.

You didn’t need to think twice about it. You were practically salivating already. You reached up to his waistband and grabbed at his belt, pawing it off and making quick work of his buttons. It sprang out hard and thick right before your eyes and had you already gasping as you took it in fully. Daniela wasn’t kidding, that dick was better than any other you’d seen before.

“Mmm, she’s so eager, baby. She’s a little slut for us,” Bishop groaned, fisting his hand into your hair.

You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t have anything to say back to that. You were a slut when it came to them apparently. Especially when Bishop was gripping your head and holding his cock out to you like you were his loyal pet and that was your treat. In fact, the situation didn’t feel far off.

“You want this cock? You tell us how much you want it, tell us how much of a whore you are,” Bishop grinned.

You looked up helplessly to them both and bit your lip, repressing your embarrassed smile. This was like Christmas. This was a dream come to life, they were so degrading, but you loved it. How could you not revel in their attentions, whatever attention that might be.

“I’m a whore,” you murmured at first, still chewing on your lip. “I’m a little whore and I wanna warm your cock up for Daniela, gonna get it nice and wet.”

Daniela’s eyes lit up when you said her name and she smiled wide at your admission. She was getting off on this just as much as you were. You felt her chase off Bishop’s hand from your head and replaced it with her own. She urged you toward her husband's cock and guided you, telling you how to lick and suck it just right.

While you nuzzled at Bishop’s crotch, Bishop got to work undressing his wife. He unbuttoned her tight black denim shorts and rucked them down with her fishnets, pulling her top over her head straight after and chucking it away without ceremony. Her soft curvy body was revealed to you in full and you almost choked in double when you saw her standing above you like something out of a dirty film.

“You think she’s pretty, Bambi? Tell her how pretty she is,” Bishop grunted, straining with effort. “My beautiful fuckin’ wife.”

Oh, she was pretty alright. You squeaked when Bishop pulled his cock from your mouth.

“You’re like a goddess,” you breathed, licking your wet lips. “So pretty.”

“Aren’t you sweet, bambi! Why don’t you come up and give me a kiss?”

It was like you were hypnotised. You stood immediately, eager to do whatever she asked and kissed her. She was so soft and warm, and she tasted like sugar and fruity cocktails. Just like heaven. You were losing yourself, feeling like you were falling into a fantasy.

Before you could fully comprehend that your own clothes were coming off, you were standing before her equally naked. Bishop had expertly taken down zippers and buttons and shrugged off every last scrap of material, which you’d failed to notice until you felt him pressed to your back. The rough leather of his kutte sent shivers through your spine.

“You’re a pretty little thing yourself,” he said in a lowly voice. “Been hiding all this away from us, you little minx.”

Soon enough you were sandwiched between them, lost in kissing Daniela and then being turned to kiss Bishop, until eventually you were all naked and making out in a sloppy circle. It felt like your breath was getting heavier and heavier, your head was light and suddenly you were feeling a high you’d never felt before, moaning lowly into their sweet mouths.

“Such a needy little whore, Bambi,” Bishop rasped, pulling away from your desperate mouth. “Why don’t you bend over that table and show us that cute little ass, huh?”

In less than a second you were bent over the table, staring into the darkness at the end of the room as the couple indulged in looking you over. You could feel the heavy weight of their stares on you. Their hands drifted over your cheeks, pulling and squeezing and scraping their nails, drowning you in a flurry of feelings.

Then, before you could prepare for it, a sharp slap fell over your ass causing you to cry out and look back at them both with wide eyes. It had your heart thumping and spine tingling.

“Aw, does baby not like it too rough?” Daniela teased.

“No-yes, i mean- wait yes do it again,” you rasped, not quite all there enough to be coherent.

“Poor kitten, doesn’t know what way’s up,” Bishop chuckled, following up with another hard slap.

“She doesn’t need to, just needs to do what she’s told, right baby?”

“Right.”

You Yelp again when another slap comes and feel your head grow fuzzy, losing yourself in the burning. It’s not long until the unforgiving slaps are replaced with fingers working their way past your thighs and through your folds. There’s a buzz letting loose through your body and you can feel your tummy getting tight with the building sensation.

You’re getting wet, you can feel it and even hear it a little as Bishops fingers continue to work on you. He’s erratic, growing lazy as he makes out with his wife and slows down on you. It had you whimpering out with frustration. You need him to go a little faster, you need more.

“Oh are you getting needy, Bambi?” Daniela asks, breaking away from her husband. “You need more?”

“Uh huh, please please, more,” you beg, hoping for some relief.

You can hear them both whispering to each other for a moment, though what they’re saying you don’t know. All you were aware of was that Bishops hand had slowed to a complete stop. Now you were getting nothing. Were you above crying for more? The thought was filling your mind more than any other.

A few moments later Daniela moved around to your front and stroked a hand through your hair. It had you arching your back. It wasn’t the touch you needed, but any sort of attention was something. It had you looking up into Daniela’s calculating eyes with a pleading look, watery with need.

“Make some room, Bambi,” she murmured, her voice was sultry now.

You picked up on her tone and the way her body leaned into the table, and realised her intentions right away. She wanted to sit in front of you, sit in front of your face. Your cheeks heated up, but you managed to oblige despite your brain melting down.

You moved aside and let her lay in front of you, she was flat on the table. Her chest rising and falling a little heavier now that your breath was huffing out fast into her mound. Your eyelids were drooping heavily with lust.

“Now, bambi, have you ever eaten pussy before?” bishop asks, renewing his teasing touches.

Bishops fingers are practically gliding through your lips. You’re so wet, so ready for him. Goddammit, why couldn’t he go a little faster? Wait - it registers he asked you a question.

“Y-yes,” you answer shyly. “I was with a girl for a little bit.”

“Mhmm, that’s good bambi,” he chuckles, finger snagging at your entrance. “Bit of experience puts you at an advantage. See, the game is simple. If you can make my woman cum before I make you cum, I’ll be very generous. I’ll give you my cock. If not, then you can watch while I fuck my pretty little wife and then we’ll give you a spanking you won’t ever forget. What do you say?”

Your mind whirrs with what Bishop says and you feel your tummy do a flip. This is the hottest thing you’ll ever be involved in. This is a goddamned fantasy come true. You could hardly believe it was real.

“Yes, Bishop! Yes, please,” you whine, already clasping at Daniela’s thick thighs.

Her skin is so soft you swear it’s like grasping at a cloud. You look over her body and bite your lip, you’re ready. You’re ready to lap at the glistening pussy in front of you, and you’re ready to get fucked by Bishop after your victory. You can practically feel the smile curling at your lips already.

“Ugh, what are you waiting for, Bambi? You want a fucking invitation?” Daniela moaned out.

That’s all you needed. The game begins. You flick your tongue out gingerly to start with, picking up on the whimpers that work their way out of that pretty mouth. You listen out for every little whine and every twitch of her legs and stomach, responding to them all. Her warm salty taste drifts over your tongue and fills your senses, dulling your mind as it slowly grows drunk with need. Your strokes grow bolder and you pull yourself closer to her, nuzzling into her pussy and drawing out those delicious cries.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh my god!” She moaned out, getting lost in her reverie.

“Mm, that feel good baby? You enjoying our little fucktoy?” Bishop asked, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, shit - yes!”

You could only be privy to their conversation, not a part of it. Although, you were so mentally occupied you couldn’t have even formed words anyway.

Despite how busy you got yourself though, nothing could distract you from Bishop's fingers. They were so thick and had the perfect feel on your swollen clit. His calloused hands grazed on all the right spots. It had you writhing, almost screaming out when he started adding fingers inside you, stretching you out and making you crazy with lust.

Your whole body was shaking. It felt like you were a firework about to explode. You can feel your legs losing all sensation, so overwhelmed by all the stimulation. Your head was feeling heavier and your jaw was slowly aching, there was a temptation to give into Bishop, to let go and let yourself cum on his skilful fingers. It’s not like you wouldn’t get off like crazy just watching Bishop and Daniela fucking, you’d thought to yourself.

But, God, you didn’t really want to stop though. Hearing the noises that were coming out of Daniela was too heavenly. Knowing it was you and not Bishop doing that to her made it all the sweeter. Another moan came that made you redouble your efforts, curling your hand around her thigh even tighter and adding a finger and then another. You were creating a symphony of screams now.

Your breaths were coming in sharp and fast, Bishop was chucking behind you. He knew how hard it was for you to keep going without cumming. Your thighs were shaking like mad and you were so wet and sloppy.

“Aw, little bambi. That feel good? You like my fingers in your little pussy, hm? You wanna come on my hand? Wanna let go for me?” Bishop growled, egging you on. “C’mon Bambi, let go, cum for me.”

God he was gonna be the death of you.

Your whole body felt completely overheated. Like you were going to melt all over the table. You were screaming out into Daniela’s pussy, but judging by the sounds drowning out your screams above you, she was close too. You were both writhing together like something out of a porno and Bishop was getting the perfect view of it all. He was the president in all aspects, the winner at the head of the table.

You sped up your pace, tongue moving wildly against her, fingers diving into her wetness with reckless abandon. You both sang together in a cacophony of moans, your throat was aching, Daniela was straining.

Then, just as you were beginning to feel yourself give in to Bishop, you felt Daniela grab a fistful of your hair. She screamed and pushed herself onto you, drenching you in her wetness.

“Fuck!” She was cursing, laying out a whole string of profanity.

And soon enough you were chasing your high as well, coming apart on Bishop's fingers. Your entire body tensed up and then you were undone, your head was empty. All that was left was white noise and Daniela’s wetness all over your naked body. The sound of silence and your pleasure all swirling into a delicious ecstasy inside your mind.

“Ladies! That was quite a show. Look at you both,” Bishop chuckled, “Dani, my love, I’m almost jealous. How long’s it been since you were sprawled out like that for me?”

Bishop stood over your legs, shuttering them in between his big arms as he leaned on the table you were sprawled out on. The very table he used to conduct business everyday. The table where life and death decisions were made, where you’d had a little death of your own.

“Mm, you had me like this this morning Obispo, don’t undersell yourself,” Daniela moaned, recovering her breath once again. “Shit, bambi, you really did a number on me. Who knew you had all that in you.”

You smiled weakly, head almost too full of fuzz to respond beyond a series of moans. Almost. You were coherent enough to feel proud of your achievement. You were practically glowing with the knowledge that you were the one that had Bishop's old lady screaming like that.

“I got more in me if you want it,” you said brazenly, biting your lip while you gushed at her reaction.

“Well you say that now…” she smiled, sitting up and stretching out toward you, locking you into a quick kiss. “But we’ll see how you do with getting fucked silly by my husband, hm?”

You gulped, not realising what you’d gotten yourself into until Bishop was suddenly on you again, rutting into you with his big thick cock. He slicked it through your wet folds, stroking through the wetness there and getting himself ready to wreck you. You were already gripping at the table in anticipation. Soft whimpers escaping from your mouth.

He took his time getting prepared. Had you needily moaning into Daniela’s mouth as she continued to steal a taste of herself from your lips. Your head was still ringing with fuzz and static from your last orgasm, but already, you could feel another beginning to build. The way his cock was pressing up against your clit was slowly driving you wild.

“Are you ready for me, Bambi? Mhmm? Wanna cum all over my cock, filthy girl?” Bishop rasped, still lazily rutting against you.

You were freed for a moment to answer, though you were slow on the uptake. It was hard to answer when you were panting so hard and pussydrunk to boot. There was barely a neuron left firing in your head.

“Please,” you moaned, whimpering like a mess. “Please, Bishop. Wanna get fucked. Please fuck me.”

“Aw, you beg so pretty, Bambi,” Bishop teased, rocking deliberately harder against your clit. “What do you think, Dani? You think she’s ready?”

You looked up and gazed into Daniela’s eyes, watching as she surveyed the scene in front of her with a sly smile and wondered vaguely if you might still be up for the chopping block. There was something so unnerving about the way she was looking at you. Though, you would soon come to learn you weren’t half as prepared as you thought you were for the fucking you were about to recieve.

“Give it to her hard, baby. Make her scream!” she rasped, tightening her grip on your hair.

And just like that, she’d unleashed the bull from his pen. Bishop’s cock caught your entrance and punched up, sliding all the way in and to the point that you were already heaving breaths. The stinging of his fullness was soon replaced by waves of harsh pleasure that rolled and crashed, carrying you away into a sea of sensation.

You were screaming and clutching at Daniela, burying yourself in her softness, continuing to accept her sloppy kisses, until you were pushed back down to her pulsing pussy. It gave you the perfect excuse to grab onto her thighs, clutching at her as if you were drowning. You, buried yourself into her and lost yourself, moaning like someone possessed as the feeling of Bishop’s cock driving in and out of you sent you wild. In and out, pistoning like a porn star.

“This pussy feels so good Bambi, you got such a greedy little cunt. You’re falling apart for me like a little whore,” Bishop panted, still maintaining his punishing rhythm. “You gonna come for me again? Gonna make my dick feel good?”

You moaned, too lost in his wife’s pussy for any real words.

“Ugh, Bishop, my love, I can practically feel you through her, fuck,” Daniela moaned, banging her hand down on the table through a particularly hard thrust.

“Yeah? She making you feel good, princessa? Fuck, such a good little fuck toy, isn’t she?”

“Ugh, I could take her home,” she squealed.

“We could - ugh - Lock her away and take her out to play with whenever we want.”

“Oh, baby. I bet she’d like that, such a good little doll for us.”

“Fuck!” you screamed, your cries muffled.

Their words were getting to you, tangling through your mind and tightening the chord that was threatening to come undone. You were on the brink of another orgasm. You could feel it straight down to your toes, your whole body was alive with a steady thrum that cut through you like a scalpel.

“Ugh, come on, slut. Cum for us, come for us now. Go! Scream!”

You only barely heard Bishop before you were screaming out and clenching on his cock. You could hear yourself feintly, but only barely. Every little fibre of your being was lost to the couple now, letting them take complete control of you. You were theirs now, completely at their mercy. Just as you’d always fantasised.

You could feel Bishop ease up on you a little, starting to slow down his thrusts until he was barely moving. He rested in your over sensitive pussy for a moment, revelling in your soft warmth and gently eased himself out after a minute or two. It drew out a low moan from you, made you jump against the rough wood. You could shamefully feel the warmth of your wetness spreading over your thighs, your pussy was weeping.

Daniela’s hands stroked through your hair for a second or two as her and Bishop shared a whispered conversion. The soft tones and the gentle petting was calming you, making the fuzziness recede and the darkness seem less all consuming. Then you were back in the room again.

“Poor little Bambi, all fucked out,” Daniela cooed, stroking your cheek. “Why don’t you take a break, hm? Just lie there and watch, pretty girl.”

Daniela was moving to your side and dutifully you pulled yourself up onto the table and lay there fully, staring as Bishop lined himself up with his wife and drew her into a hard kiss. Their lips came together noisily and you watched on, completely enraptured as they grabbed at each other and explored familiar paths along each other's skin. It was true love if you’d ever seen it.

You sighed breathily and soon enough Bishop was parting from her lips and grabbing his wife’s hair, staring intently as if he were about to say the most important words in the world, whispering something in the shell of her ear. You bit your lip, and despite how ward you’d come already, you felt stirrings in your tummy again as you watched them. There was something so hot about being an observer, lying there in your fading ecstacy and watching as they engaged in their heated ritual.

“Ugh, you feel so fucking tight for me, Pincessessa,” Bishop rasped, finally sliding into his wife. “You ready to put on a show?”

“Always ready, my love,” she moaned, gripping onto Bishop’s shoulders tight. “Always…ugh! Fuck, keep your eyes on us, Bambi. Watch how I take his cock.”

You moaned out, mesmerised by the sight in front of you and lay back into the table, settling into the warm wood below. You were quite happy to do whatever they asked, feeling like the cat that got the cream. Even if you were to die that night, you’d mused, you knew you’d die happy.

Who knew drinking games could be so fun?

#bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #mayans fanfic #mayans au #mayans mc #michael irby

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slonekaru · 1 year

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Hi!! Top 5 couples of the year, go!

Whats this? Making me interact with people on a regular basis! :)

This one is super easy!

PayuRain (BossNoeul) - Love in the Air

Easily my favourite couple from this year and definitely one of my favourite couples ever.

I found them fascinating. I know when the series was airing there was so much discussion around their D/s dynamic. I know I also mention it a lot. It was just interesting to see a couple engage in a 24/7 dynamic and how that works into everyday life. And they also showed sides to D/s that weren't the stereotypical types that are often shown in media. Pretty sure I want my own Payu.

Plus you know they had my soul at Noeul laying on a couch moaning Daddy.

Boss and Noeul also enter the very exclusive club of ships that I cannot decide who I am attracted to more. Currently BounPrem are the only other couple in there!

I repeat - I WILL CRY IF BOSS AND NOEUL DON'T DO ANOTHER SERIES TOGETHER

VegasPete (BibleBuild) - Kinnporsche

Well it's VegasPete. What explanations do we need?

I went into Kinnporsche knowing nothing about the storyline and so VegasPete kind flew under the radar because they didn't have huge interactions at first but by god did that all change. Completely took over the show for me. I was and still am obsessed with that sex scene.

The intricacies in their characters and the debates it generated were phenomenal. They had so many great moments and I'm so glad we got the post-credit scene.

Plus the Kinnporsche fandoms has to be one of the best fandoms I have seen in a long time.

BibleBuild were amazing and I hope I get to see them in something soon.

WinTeam (BounPrem) - Between Us / Until We Meet Again

Ah so glad Between Us is this year and I can include them.

I adored WinTeam straight off the bat in UWMA. I love a snarky/grumpy Team and a caring Win.

Between Us is building on their characters so much and you can really see how much love and thought Boun and Prem are putting into it.

So we are in the lack of communication phase of the story but you have to admit they do some of the best longing for each other and staring into their eyes looks.

Jang JaeYoung/Chu SangWoo (Park Seoham/Park Jaechan) - Semantic Error

The chemistry between Seoham and Jaechan is amazing. I can't believe we almost didn't get it. Kudos to Jaechan for sticking his ground and not letting his management team talk him out of it. (And really DKZ have completely profited from the show's success so even more kudos)

I don't know if the intention was there to play SangWoo as neurodivergent but either way that's how it came off and JaeYoung just taking that in his stride (for the most part) was brilliant.

I went into this show not knowing who either Seoham or Jaechan were and I remember thinking how beautiful Seoham was and unfortunately Jaechan didn't get a look in until that moment when SangWoo takes his hat off and shakes his wet hair, I was ah yes JaeYoung I'm right there with you.

LianKuea (ZeeNuNew) - Cutie Pie

This series truly sent me down a Thai BL rabbit hole for a while!

Zee and NuNews chemistry is outstanding. I really enjoyed the older/younger man relationship. Even though it was a relationship with problems (I guess going from friends to lovers comes with its own issues) and they both went about things in stupid ways I'm glad we got to see them communicate and work it out in the end.

I enjoyed the fandom going crazy each week.

I am thrilled at the announcement of ZeeNew's new series for 2023 and I think it's currently my most anticipated series for the 2023 lineup.

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Couples I had to bump off this list but feel guilty at doing so:

AkkAyan (FirstKhao) - The Eclipse

Mostly I just loved Ayan and the little shit he was

PrapaiSky (FortPeat) - Love in the Air

I loved them and the storyline, truly I do.

SkyJao (HengSurprise) - Secret Crush on You

I loved how Sky just saw Jao for Jao

NueaToh (BillySeng) - Secret Crush on You

Hella messy but adored that Nuea accepted Toh

#love in the air #payurain #bossnoeul #kinnporsche #vegaspete #biblebuild #between us the series #winteam #bounprem #semantic error #cutie pie the series #liankuea #zeenunew #slone answers

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wolveswithblackpearls · 1 year

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Puppy Love <3

characters: Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin, reader

word count: ~2000

warnings: brief mention of abandoned pets but they are safe and sound in the fic itself no worries, it's all the fluffiest fluff ^~^

a/n: Happy Holidays @galaxybambamm - whichever you celebrate - 'tis me, your secret santa (Admin S, @starchild--27) ^-^ ❄️✨

I hope you are well and that you have a good time for the last couple of days of the year (and hopefully also with the little scenario i came up with :D)

this is my gift for this year's EXO-L Secret Santa event, which was wonderfully hosted by @exols-silver-christmas. Thank you so much for your dedication and hard work, once again I had a really good time participating and I hope we'll see each other again for round 4 next year ♡

Happy holidays to everyone who reads this, I hope December treats you kindly and that the new year starts all smoothly 💕✨

If someone asked you what your favorite thing during the Christmas holidays was, you never had to think long and hard about it. Sure, spending time with your loved-ones, not having your boss breathing down your neck everyday and the magic of the snowy scenery were all aspects you greatly appreciated but there was one thing you loved most: having time for volunteering at the local animal shelter.

When you were still in school, helping out with going on walks, grocery runs or simply enjoying playtime with the cute pets were your most-beloved hobbies, but after graduation, life just got too busy, so you could only visit maybe once or twice a month. Like that, the days around Christmas and before New Year's have been reserved for the shelter ever since.

You could hear the yipping, whining and high-pitched barking of the puppies from outside already as you approached the main entrance of the old building that housed the shelter, and the mere sound made your heart skip two or three beats. You couldn’t wait for the tiny creatures to finally nag on the seam of your pants, eager to play around with you or to receive affectionate caresses.

With your lips stretching into a content smile you gave the entrance door a firm tug so you could slip from the chilling cold of winter into the welcoming warmth of the hallway. Quickly you shed your jacket with its last reminders of the snow outside, hanging it on the rack that was already carrying three more jackets. You wanted it to dry at least a little before you would put it on again.

You let your eyes wander through the hall. Most of the doors were closed, like the ones which hid nursing and play rooms for puppies, kitties and occasionally bunnies, as well as a small medical station for emergencies and minor injuries that didn’t require a vet right away. Only the doors that led to the office and storage rooms had been left open, probably in a hurry. The last time you’d visited the shelter, everyone was going crazy over a cat that went missing on the day it was supposed to be adopted - turned out someone had forgotten to close the doors for a short moment, one long enough for the cat to follow its curiosity over the threshold of the playroom only to be found asleep on a pile of documents in the rather messy office.

The sound of voices and the shuffle of steps from behind one of the closed doors shifted your attention away from your memories and towards the door which led to the great playroom where both puppies and kitties were running free to explore once they were old enough to do so safely. You didn’t quite understand how it was possible for you to smile even wider but the familiar sounds of a frustrated, very human whine and an infectious laugh somehow managed to have exactly that effect on you.

With fast steps you approached the door, pushing it open carefully so none of the animals could weasel its way out while you were entering. The scene that presented itself in front of you was equally familiar to you as everything else in the shelter: there was Chanyeol, a little ball of white-brown fur curled up in his lap, as he desperately tried and tragically failed to hide dog treats from a certain energetic, black toy poodle. And there was Jongin, who sat next to his friend, laughing at his misery while running gentle fingers through the light fur of two more puppies that had curled up on the younger’s legs.

“Hey there, guys!” you greeted them happily, “And hello to you little ones too.” You crouched down to pet the small army of kittens that had assembled at your feet. A lot of them were still quite young, too young for being adopted and too young for you to know them from previous visits.

“Hey there yourself- Okay, okay. Here, Toben. Take the treats, it’s pointless to train you when you refuse to listen” Chanyeol pouted at the poodle and resignedly let the dog have its way, sort of forgetting to finish greeting you but you didn’t mind at all - the two of you had been friends for a couple of years now after all, always trying to visit the shelter together since you’d discovered your mutual love for animals. You were used to Chanyeol’s antics, the way he’s been trying to get into Toben’s good graces since his family had adopted the dog a few years ago from the very shelter both of you were volunteering in your free time. Soon enough, Jongin had joined your trio with endless adoration for puppies and a natural knack for dealing with dogs of any age or breed. Jongin, who interrupted fondling the baby dogs in his lap to wave at you with a happy smile before he turned to Chanyeol with the words “You know, maybe he would listen better if you didn’t always reward his lack of obedience.”

But his friend didn’t seem to want to see reason, only huffing loudly through his nose, expressing his frustration as he handed Jongin the box with treats, challenging him to try to get the playful poodle to listen. Of course, Toben lost interest in Chanyeol the moment he had handed the treats over, now jumping and running around Jongin, who held up a treat out of the small dog’s reach and said with a stern tone “Sit!”

Toben stopped in his wild racing and sat down immediately, wagging his tail in eager anticipation.

“I hate this dog,” Chanyeol said dryly with no bite or seriousness in his voice, and tended to the napping fluffball in his lap instead.

Giggling at the scene that had just played out, you made your way to the center of the room where your two friends were sitting and joined them on the ground, only to instantly be jumped by Toben who was hoping to get himself yet another treat if he behaved cutely (or rudely) enough. Instead, you pulled out a squeaky toy you had grabbed from a box in the hallway and carefully tossed it a little further away from your group - you didn’t want to hit one of the babies but also thought Toben could entertain himself for a little while so you had the chance to catch up with Chanyeol and Jongin and the little puppies in their laps, that you hadn’t seen around before.

“And who might these little guys be?” you cooed as you watched one of the puppies on Jongin’s leg wake up from its slumber, yawning and stretching out its little paws in the sweetest of ways.

“They came here, I think, two or three weeks ago. Three new puppies and their mom. Junmyeon said, someone found them abandoned at a rest area near the highway and brought them over. But they are recovering very well so far” Jongin explained calmly as he re-adjusted the now awake puppy, wanting to prevent it from falling off his leg.

Maybe you should be more used to such stories - you’ve been working with rescue cases for a long time now after all - but hearing about abandoned pets, especially puppies and especially during the colder seasons, always had your stomach dropping, your heart breaking a little every time. You had never understood how people could just drop off their pets out in the cold if they didn’t want or couldn’t afford taking care of them anymore, why they couldn’t just bring them to a shelter - that’s where the animals would end up anyway. But there was no use in getting all too angry over that, you thought to yourself as you watched the ball of light brown fur slide down Jongin’s leg after all and waddle towards you in healthy curiosity. You were here to help caring for the innocent creatures now, supporting a place that was dedicated to find them a new home - that thought never failed to bring you comfort.

“I know, it’s sad but look at the bright side,” Jongin nudged you in the side, lifting your gaze from the puppy sniffing at your shoelaces, “Chanyeol is totally in love with the little one in his lap already.”

“Yeah, there is no way I am not adopting her myself,” Chanyeol chimed in upon hearing his name. “Time for a dog that actually loves me.” And as if he had understood exactly what Chanyeol had said, Toben suddenly let out an upset bark and started running laps around his owner, who couldn’t help the dumb-founded expression on his face. Jongin and you exchanged meaningful looks at the irony of the situation. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that it was actually impossible for Toben’s behavior to be as calculated as it seemed.

The poodle’s shrill barking had woken up the two other puppies though, so the three of you decided that it was time to take out the little one’s for an outdoor playing session. Junmyeon, who managed the shelter over the holidays and was probably bored out of his mind sorting documents in the office, had already prepared three tiny harnesses for them, complete with soft cotton applications that would provide some protection from the cold for the little rascals. You picked up the puppy that had played with your shoes before, another little girl as Chanyeol informed you, to get her ready for the outing.

“This little princess here,” Chanyeol scratched the puppy in his arm behind her ears, “is Zzar. You know, short for Mozart.” She snuggled even closer to him. It was so adorable you almost let out a puppy-like whining sound yourself. She really seemed to be especially fond of Chanyeol, the total opposite of Toben, who never missed an opportunity to tease your friend.

“The one you are handling right now doesn’t have an official name yet, but I've named her Brahms in my head,” Chanyeol explained as he watched you fastening the straps of the little harness, before he handed you one of the leashes.

“Of course you did,” you laughed. It would have been more surprising if he didn’t continue with naming pets after composers.

“The third one is Debussy” Chanyeol finished off his naming process, sending a cheeky grin towards Jongin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever call you that,” Jongin only half-whispered into his puppy’s ears, obviously with the intention of teasing Chanyeol who threw a fake punch in return - you couldn’t help chuckling at the typical habits and antics they displayed.

Something mischievous was flashing in Jongin’s eyes but before the situation could escalate into friendly but nonetheless petty bickering you loudly cleared your throat and gestured towards the scurrying puppies with a nod of your head.

“I think these babies can’t wait for their outdoor adventure time anymore,” you decided with feigned seriousness as all three puppies were leashed and more than ready to go, so the three of you grabbed your jackets and stepped into the cold air.

Everything felt so comfortably familiar as the three of you ventured outside, along the path that led to a small playground for dogs not far from the shelter. So it didn’t surprise you when Jongin dropped the box with the dog treats, the snacks scattering all over the ground. Or how Chanyeol told you with big eyes that he couldn’t tell you now what Christmas gifts he bought for his dogs because “it’s supposed to be a surprise - I can’t tell you right in front of them”. Or the way all three of you broke into a laughing fit when one of the puppies got a little too over-excited in its playfulness and stumbled over its tiny legs.

That was how you knew, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, there were always things that would never ever change. ♡

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