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ieirism · 7 months

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pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

setting: omegaverse!au, university!au

genre: angst, smut, some fluff

contains: yandere, estranged childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mentions of self-identity issues, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, loss of virginity, mutual(ish) pining, gojo is bad at expressing his feelings so he’s kinda a jerk, lovesick!gojo

summary: you just want to lose your virginity, no strings attached. how could you have known that gojo satoru is in love with you?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

release date: tbd | ask for taglist if interested

“I want you to take my virginity.”

Satoru’s cocky grin wipes clean off his face. His stare goes blank and his jaw drops open comically wide. For the first time in the twenty-one years you’ve known him, Gojo Satoru is at a loss for words.

“We never have to talk again afterwards,” you add quickly, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment. “This is just gonna be a one-time thing.”

Satoru is silent, expression tense as he observes you carefully. His crystal blue eyes seem to darken a few shades as he takes your hand in his. His thumb strokes once, slowly over the back of your knuckles.

“Just a one-time thing,” he repeats languidly, lips stretching into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Perhaps if you weren’t so focused on the rapid, frantic beating of your own heart, you would’ve noticed Satoru’s gaze wander—only to lock right on the clear patch stubbornly covering your neck’s scent gland. You would’ve seen the way his pupils dilate and his tongue swipes over his lips, with hunger written all over his face.

“Well then,” he all but rasps out, voice thick with desire. Without warning, he pulls your body against his with ease, trapping you in the warmth of his arms. Satoru rests his forehead against yours, letting out a groan that is too soft, too vulnerable, too intimate.

He’s so big, you realize. You can hardly believe that you once stood a whole head taller than him. Satoru towers over you, his lean frame completely dwarfing you. His large hands squeeze at your waist as he presses a barely-there, tender peck to your forehead.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.”

You’ve heard stories about what he’s like in bed; it’s inevitable that as the most desired alpha on campus, he’s gotten around. You don’t expect tenderness or care; if you did, Gojo Satoru is the dead last person to approach. You’re waiting for him to start man-handling you, tearing your clothes off, chasing after the carnal pleasure that only sex can bring. You’ve prepared yourself for that.

Instead, Satoru cups your pretty face between his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone. His blue eyes are a swirling pool of emotions, burning with not only lust but something deeper. “Been waitin’ so long for this.” His hushed whisper falls on deaf ears as he leans in to kiss you.

You let out a surprised squeak as his lips press against yours; this isn’t how things are supposed to go. You’re not here to play romance with Satoru—yet, the slow gentle kisses he’s giving you and the gentleness with which he’s holding you are cutting it too close.

“W-Wait,” you gasp out, pulling away to catch your breath. Satoru is panting too, cheeks flushed pink as he stares at you like a man dying of thirst discovering an oasis. His hand trails down your side to rest on your waist, pulling himself forward so he can drop his head against your shoulder. “What are y—“ your words die in your throat as you feel his nose nudge against the most vulnerable part of you.

“You smell so fuckin’ good…” His groan against your neck reverberates through your entire body, shaking you to your very core. Your internal alarm flares to life, blaring loudly in warning. You can’t even pay much attention to that, though, not when—

“Y-You do, too…” The words leave you before you can even process them. You knees feel like jelly as his scent washes over you, deep, musky and addicting. Satoru stiffens against you, huffing out a short breath of frustration.

“You’re gonna kill me.” You feel it. You feel his teeth scrape against the spot your mating bond would be. Satoru knows just as well as you do that you don’t have one, and that if you had things your way, that would never change. He teases the edge of the bandage covering your scent gland, rolling it between his teeth. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging nervously.

“N-Not there,” you protest, stumbling over your words in panic. Satoru pauses, and for three very long seconds, neither of you move. The only thing you can hear the is the pounding of your own heartbeat, his shallow pants against your neck, and the hum of the air conditioning.

He’s close, too close—you’re terrified of what he’s capable of, only because you don’t know if you can count on your own willpower to stop him. You’re slowly going limp in his arms, becoming nothing but putty in between his fingers—you’ve never felt so weak.

You hate how he makes you feel. You’ve always hated how he makes you feel. Weak. The world has always told you that you are. You’re nothing but a little omega whose only fate is to be a strong alpha’s obedient mate. You’ve fought back, resisted, protested—yet, Gojo Satoru has always managed to put you right back in your place.

This time is no different. Once again, you find yourself at his mercy. Your stomach boils with bitterness, with anger, with hatred… with longing.

Too slowly, he pulls away from your neck, only to lock eyes with you. “Right.” Satoru’s lips quirk into a crooked grin. “This is just a one-time thing, huh?”

You recognize that smile.

It’s the one that Satoru gave when he broke his mama’s favorite vase and blamed the cat. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he stole a candy bar from the store and got caught by the cashier. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he claimed you were no more than a stranger and left you to fend for yourself through high school.

He’s lying.

Far too late, you realize you’d made a big mistake.

author’s note: i can’t even lie this little word vomit was just a way to get some gojo thirst off my chest. i’m not even sure if i’ll ever get around to writing a full fic because i’ve been planning this in my head for weeks and there’s so much i want to include. yet i have too little time because of uni :(

if you are interested in being part of a taglist just in case i ever actually get around to writing the full fic, just let me know in the replies.

thank you for reading this far :)

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #jjk x reader #yandere jjk

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dark666posting · 4 months

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Obsession

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy

Oops I started this story in like 2022 lmao. Here it is, more Flayed Billy™️

Happy New Year!!!

"Yeah? Well, next time you want your dick sucked, you can call Mrs. fucking Wheeler!" You screamed into the car before slamming the door with all your strength. You successfully held back tears as you stomped away from your now ex-boyfriend's car and shoved through your front door. In the Camaro, Billy sat fuming.

A common occurrence for him on the job is to flirt frequently with the older, married women. He never intended on going anywhere with it, until he did. And he got caught pretty quickly after. Billy's mommy issues tied him to the maternal comfort of older women, but you were the only woman he cared about. The only woman he wasn't letting get away. Breaking up certainly wasn't an option whether you knew it or not.

Billy tried to mentally talk himself down before he followed behind you. Your parents are out of town for the week, so he doesn't worry about being stopped.

"Y/N, can we please talk about this? I don't know what you think you saw-" his gaslighting is cut off.

"I know what I saw! Get the fuck out of my house!" You yell, throwing a book in his direction. The two of you weren't strangers to getting physical with each other.

"Hey!" Billy dodges the book, quickly turning to face you again. A look of pure anger is plastered on his face, but he remains poised as best as possible. "Darling, I am trying to fix this. We aren't breaking up." His voice trembles with the strain of withholding his rage.

"We are broken up. This is fucking over." You've never backed down from him before and you didn't plan on starting today. "As of right fucking now, Hargrove, I am single."

"Oh, you're single?" His voice is quiet and he's eerily calm compared to his struggle earlier. He steps toward you and at first, you stand firm, but the closer he gets, the more you shuffle backward. "You're single?" He asks again, expecting a response.

"Y-Yes. Just like you pretended to be." Billy slaps you across the face quicker than you could register, knocking you to the floor. "What the fuck?!" You clutch your cheek as a fiery sting spreads across your skin.

"Let me show you what happens to sluts that don't have boyfriends to protect them." He grabs you by your hair and damn near drags you to the couch. You kick and fight, doing everything in your power to loosen the pull on your scalp.

"Billy, stop!" You scream as he wrestles you onto the couch. He's exceptionally strong and you are no match.

"Look at you. This isn't even hard for me. You need me to protect you or else someone could have his way with you any time he wants." Billy's voice sounds like a taunt. He successfully pins your wrists together under one of his hands and the other starts to roughly rub your cunt through your jeans.

"What the fuck? Let me go, what are you doing?" You squirm and jerk away from him, feeling panic and pleasure as his hand creates friction against you. "Billy, please stop!" Tears well in your eyes. You've never seen him like this, and he doesn't seem to be letting up. He stares down at you with a blank, serious face. You beg him repeatedly with your eyes, wishing you would've just locked the door behind you.

"You're not safe without me. I have to show you." Billy's emotionless expression sends chills down your spine. It's like any part of him that held morals or empathy has been completely shut down.

"No, please," you whimper, but to no avail. Billy slips his hand in your pants, past your panties, slipping a long, nimble finger between your folds. You release a yelp, earning a small, short-lived smirk from Billy. He continues to delicately rub your clit, you melt into his touch before something seems to click in his mind.

"But this is how your boyfriend would touch you. Look how wet you are, you love it. Now I'm gonna show you how a whore gets fucked." Suddenly he tears his hand away, leaving you silently begging for contact. He effortlessly slips your pants from your body and tears your skimpy tank top in half, leaving you in nothing but your panties. You blush as your exposed breasts bounce from Billy's rough treatment.

You assume he's just going to keep toying with you. Another attempt to win you over with an orgasm as he had plenty of times before, even if this was a bit scarier. You're torn from your thoughts when you hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling against itself.

Your eyes go wide as he reveals his throbbing erection. He looms over you, stroking himself as he drinks in the image of you trembling beneath him.

"Billy, I don't want to have sex. Get out of my house. We aren't gonna fuck and pretend we're fine anymore-" he stuffs his length down your throat, cutting you off.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer for you, Y/N. You're too fucking stupid to realize what's happening. It's almost cute." Billy plugs your nose, effectively cutting off all your oxygen as he holds your head against him despite your arms swatting at him for dear life.

It finally dawned on you, that this was not his usual roughness and inability to take "no" for an answer. And you weren't about to get away from him. Panic takes over, controlling your next move. You try to kick and swat him away, but he's inhumanly strong. Stronger than what you're used to, you realize. When he finally allows you to take a breath you look up at him with watery eyes.

"Billy, please," you garble through the drool pooling in your mouth. Your jaw aches from the invasion.

"If you're not mine, I'll make sure nobody wants you," he growls as his expression grows darker. His eyes seem like they belong to someone else and small, black veins rise all over his skin. He looks like a monster, a creature you can't describe. You release a horrified scream before he jerks you from the couch and slams you down on the hardwood floor. Your head smacks the wood with a sharp thud, knocking your vision unsteady.

"Baby, listen. I-I'm sorry. Let's just fuck and make up, okay? Like we always do," you try so hard to reason with him as a sharp ache echoes through your skull. You're petrified, certain he's contracted some sort of rabies-like illness causing this outburst.

"Something's... Happening, Y/N." Billy stares off into the distance, looming over you. "I just... I just need to hurt you." The black, spidery veins beneath his skin grow darker as he admits his intentions.

"Please," you sob uncontrollably. "Please don't hurt me, baby." Billy ignores your pathetic pleas and stares down at your exposed supple chest. A primal, starving sigh exits his body and in the blink of an eye, his large, powerful hand is clasped tightly around your throat. You wheeze and gag, but to no avail, your oxygen is completely cut off. You're certain that with any more effort, he'd crush your windpipe like an empty soda can.

Billy's free hand slaps your breasts around and roughly tugs at your hardened nipples. Each touch he lays on you is sharp and jarring, devoid of any amount of love and care he barely showed even on a good day. You're clawing at his hand around your neck, turning all new shades of purple and blue and he holds you down. Slowly, your hits become weak and sloppy and your vision fades from blurred to black.

Once you're out cold, he tosses your unconscious body over his shoulder and lugs you into your bedroom. Not to be kind or show you any kind of comfort or mercy, but because the bed is the perfect height for him to splay your legs open and tear you to pieces.

He carelessly tosses you into the mattress, stroking himself as he watches you lie there, seemingly lifeless, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. Those are short-lived as he effortlessly snaps the fabric from your body. You're his, completely. He wastes no time toying with you since you're already unresponsive, so he positions his cock at your entrance and shoves himself inside.

He's rough and unyielding as he bucks into you, forcing your body to lubricate his erection for easier access. You're still unconscious, unknowingly being fucked by your ex-boyfriend. He huffs and grunts like a wild animal, continuously readjusting his hands around your body parts for more leverage.

Your legs are lazily tossed over his shoulders, and he holds your wrists to pull you against him with each thrust. Suddenly, you wake up. All the violent fucking you'd endured before waking up seems to hit you all at once and you release a pained cry. The sound of your distress elicits a vulgar moan from Billy.

"Please, no! Billy, stop!" You whine, writhing and squirming against him, only stimulating him further. He moans some more, clearly approaching his climax. Finally, somehow, you're able to angle your leg to kick him away. You land a sharp, calculated kick to his jaw and he stumbles backward, giving you time to take off down the hall.

Billy screams your name like a monstrous roar, tearing through your home to chase after you. He knocks over shelves and side tables, breaking a lamp in the process. Your house looks ransacked. When he rounds the corner and spots you again, you're struggling to get the door open, loud sobs hiccup from your chest, and tsunamis of tears fall from your eyes.

"You're fucked now. That was me being gentle." He cracks his knuckles before slowly, confidently approaching you. You scream again in fear before finally getting the lock to unlatch. You frantically spill out the door and onto the porch. You're nearly off the last step when he grabs you by your hair, yanking you backward into him.

"Billy, no. Billy-" Your words fall out of you quickly with a more collected, serious tone to them as you begin to panic. You don't know if he's going to continue fucking you, or just kill you here on the front lawn. It's dark and your house is a little more secluded than most, something you saw as a good thing until tonight.

Billy holds you by the wad of your hair he's wrapped his hand in and your wrist, keeping you pressed flush against his broad, muscular body.

"I just need to hurt you." He echoes his own words before shoving you cruelly to the ground. You land on the front of your body with barely any time to catch yourself. The rough grassy yard is less than pleasant when it catches you. Billy swiftly climbs on top of you, pinning your arms behind your back and pressing his bulge against your ass.

He forces himself back inside your abused cunt and ruts into you like his life depends on it. You're right next to a road, but it's so late, that it'd be nearly impossible to see someone pass by at this hour. Until they do. You spot a set of headlights coming down the road and you try to thrash around to get their attention. Billy notices this attempted call for help and buries your face into the ground, continuing his mission.

As the car draws closer, you realize that it is too dark for you to see the thick shrubbery completely concealing you and Billy from the road. The car drives right past and you release a quiet sob into the dirt.

"No one's coming for you, Y/N," he growls between thrusts. Finally, his rhythm begins to waver. His breathing becomes labored and unsteady and he finally slams into you one last time, filling you up for a moment before he pulls out and finishes cumming all over your back and in your hair. He lays a brutally aggressive slap on your ass cheek and leaves you there. You hear his car start and pull out of the driveway, all the while you remain on the ground.

Silent, blank-faced tears fall down your face. You manage to peel yourself off the ground and drag yourself inside before the sun begins to rise. You sit in a warm bath, still in shock when you realize your hand is wandering to the sore opening between your legs. You can't help but relive every second he tore into you. You don't understand this feeling, but it brings you to orgasm in mere minutes.

The rest of the night you're anxious and afraid. Afraid he'll come back, or worse, afraid he won't. You recall all the parasitic veins spreading over his skin and you shudder. He's not well, and you were merely a casualty of that.

He just needed to hurt you.

#tw: noncon #dark!fanfiction #dark!fic #non con #dark!stranger things #dark!billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #non con billy hargrove #flayed billy hargrove #billy hargrove non con #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader non con #billy hargrove fanfiction

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leclerced · 6 months

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landoscar threesome in vegas bcuz why tf not

oh we bringing back oscar fucking landos gf? i feel like being mean to lando rn for some reason.

oscar’s in control this time, which surprises both lando and reader when they all get a little too drunk after the race. considering the first time it happened lando guided oscar on what to do, (which oscar hated but did bc he wanted to fuck lando’s girl) oscar feels he’s earned a little freedom. a little control. he’s the one who seeks them out and finds dancing, lando’s chest pressed to her back and both of them grin at him when they spot him. she has both hands lifted up behind her head to tangle in lando’s hair and releases one and curls it in oscar’s hair to pull him closer as he approaches.

oscar doesn’t even try to dance, he’s a man on a mission as he grabs her hips and leans down to whisper in her ear, “wanna get outta here?” her mind goes blank as she nods and turns her head to ask lando the same question. within minutes they’re in a car on the way back to the hotel. lando doesn’t know how it happened so quickly, but when he climbed in the car after them, oscar already had his girlfriend in his lap and he’s guiding her hips to grind on one of his thighs.

lando slams the door shut behind them with a hiss, “are you trying to get papped looking like you’re fucking my girlfriend in the backseat of a cab?” and oscar breaks the kiss for a moment and mumbles , “shut up.” before his lips are back on hers and she’s whimpering in his mouth. lando’s confused. he doesn’t know whats going on and just watches as his teammate gets his girl off, and she’s making all these noises he recognizes but they’re so foreign to him when someone else is pulling them from her lips.

he makes her cum like that before they’re back at the hotel, and she just slumps in his lap with a sigh while he pets he back for the rest of the ride. then theyre back at the hotel and oscar pushes him onto the bed and tells him to “be good and watch how it’s done.” as he’s next to him. then, reader climbs into oscar’s lap instead of his and she’s riding oscar right in front of him like he’s not even there. he’s got a perfect view of everything and he just, watches as oscar fucks his girl and makes her cum over and over, both of them ignoring him completely. she doesn’t mean to, but she can’t think about anything but oscar when he’s touching her, so it’s not her fault.

#lando norris smut #oscar piastri smut #op81 #ask #anon #ln4/op81 #ln4 #blurb #op81 blurb

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hiemaldesirae · 17 days

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Okay, so everyone is all cursed cat Alastor *hates* Vox...but what if It absolutely ADORES Vox? What if it's just like Alastor's Shadow, and it holds ALL of the emotions Alastor won't show? So it's ALL over Vox? Vox can't get a moment alone, cursed cat!Alastor is ALWAYS with him. Following him, loving on him. Only allows Vox to pet him...attacks regular Alastor when he attacks Vox, actually *defeating him.* (Alastor hates that Cat. And is ridiculously jealous.)

oh i endorse this 100%. i wrote a little snippet for it even LMFAO

it gets a tad long so ill leave it under the cut. it is mostly word vomit but . you know.. hopefully u guys enjoy :)

"We should really consider just putting the poor thing out of its misery," Alastor shoots a glare at the curled up lump on the carpet, its foaming mouth bound with rope, even as it chews furiously at its restraints. "Why, if we didn't, we would be violating our own 'no pets' policy!"

"Alastor..." Charlie frowns at her hotelier, before chancing a hesitant glance back at the creature. "Look, no one's perfect, right? Can't we try giving the cat a chance, at least?"

The other residents in the room- Angel, Husk, Vaggie, and even Lucifer himself- all give her blank eyed stares, Angel and Husk in particular rolling up their sleeves to show off the long, deep gouges in their arms.

"Charlie, honey, I think I speak for everyone here when I say you should just let Alastor get rid of it," Vaggie grimaces. "I know you love animals and all, but that- *thing* isn't safe to be around."

"What? Come on, it's sweet!" Charlie turns around, her back to the creature as she motions to it, completely unawares of the furry animal finally chewing through the final bit of rope as it lunges for her, much to the horror of the other hotel inhabitants.

An hour later, Alastor finds himself and his shadow traversing the streets of Pentagram City with the creature held securely in his shadow's grip. "Hmm... so, then, where should we dispose of this little pest? Ah, I have an idea."

He snaps his fingers and in a moment, reappears in a cloud of black, smokey shadow- right in front of the Vee's tower. With a swift motion to his shadow attendant, his doppelganger releases the cat-like creature from its claws, the feral little creature immediately charging the doors of the tower once it's let free. Alastor barely manages to hold back a snort before he once more steps back into the shadows- tomorrow, he'd check back again and see how it was going for Vox. With any luck, the results would be entertaining.

Vox gets the notification in the middle of a meeting. It takes merely the wave of his hand to dismiss the investors and step out, rolling his eyes as he prepares to deal with Val or Vel's shit again for the twentieth time today.

"What is it now...?" He frowns down at his phone, before noticing his assistant's contact on the phone. "Dei? What is it? Did something happen to Lis?"

"Uh, no, it's not anything like that, Sir," the aquatic sinner responds nervously. "Though, um... well, we have a little bit of an emergency, kind of. Not... really, since it's mostly under control now, but we lost a few employees in the scuffle--"

"Just tell me what happened," Vox heaves a long suffering sigh as he presses a claw to his screen, ready to send out apology gift baskets to HR again.

"Um. Well, there is a... Populis calls it a cat, but I'm quite sure it's not any sort of 'typical' animal at all, especially since it has antlers and a monocle... anyway. There's this... *creature* just kind of running around on the main floor, and it took out about five workers before Baxter managed to subdue it."

Vox blinks once, then twice, and then sighs again. "I swear to fucking God- okay, go and contact HR so they can get you all tested for rabies or whatever the fuck it is down in Hell, and I'll come to deal with the fucking cat thing."

"Yes, sir," Dei replies dutifully before the line goes dead. Vox groans before schooling himself and his expression and disappearing into a flash and electric current, teleporting all the way down to the first floor of the Vee's tower.

"S-sir!" Papermint comes running toward him first, looking worried. "Um... so, uh, when Dei went to get the cat creature, it sort of attacked him too--"

"For fucks sake, do none of you know how to do your job properly?" Vox pinches his screen again, thoroughly done. It was fucking Tuesday and he was already hoping for the end of the week. Get rich and famous, they told you. It'll be fun, they told you. Fun his fucking ass-- he has to spend his morning sitting through investment meetings and now, having to deal with a rabid Hell animal and the fact that it was mowing down his workers like some sort of demented lawnmower. Fucking great, just what he needed.

He stomps into the main hallway with the little eel sinner trailing awkwardly behind him, eyes widening in surprise as he takes in the scene before him.

On the ground, his main assistants Dei and Populis grapple with a tiny red animal.

It... looks somewhat like a cat, if a cat had an unholy union with whatever kind of deer Alastor was. And it also had a monocle, and was foaming at the mouth (yeah, definitely rabies), while his tech administrator Baxter stood to the side and watched with a bucketful of popcorn in hand. Logi, possibly the only normal sinner he had under his employment, was trying her damnednest to pull the cat- who, by the way, was winning the fight with BOTH his assistants- off of Dei, whose ear was currently in its mouth.

"I really need a drink," Vox groans before he rolls his sleeves up and walks forwards into the fray, the air around him crackling with static electricity as he intends to separate the fighters, whether with force or not- but to his surprise, he doesn't need to use any force at all.

Instead, when the little cat creature sees him, its eyes light up before it lets go of Dei's ear, the manta ray sinner letting out a groan of relief before collapsing onto the floor, the other assistants rushing to help him up. The cat, on the other hand, leaps up at Vox, who instinctively catches it in his arms. It purrs as it rubs against him, seemingly no longer hostile towards any of the other sinners in the room.

Vox stares down at the cat. It stares up at him, then grins.

It's... kind of cute, actually. In a really weird, freaky way.

"Uh... boss?" Baxter raises an eyebrow as he looks at the cat held securely in Vox's arms, then at the gaggle of sinners trying to make sure that Dei doesn't bleed out. "You gonna help, or...?"

Vox rolls his eyes before he sends a bolt of electricity over at the sinner and burns the bite, effectively cauterizing and closing the wound. "I'll have HR deal with it and get Dei a week's worth of paid recovery. Any more than that and I'm not covering it. You guys just get back to work after the cleanup crew comes, got it?"

He sighs down at the creature in his arms as he walks out of the main lobby, frowning to himself. "What am I going to do with you...? I've got a fitting with Dorian later, and he's *definitely* not gonna allow you in... and what the hell do you even eat, anyway? Better not be my workers- and oh dear god, I've got Vark, too, I can't believe I forgot about him-"

Still, even as he grumbles to himself, Vox can't help but recognize the truth: no matter what difficulties this little shit brings him, he's definitely keeping it.

A week's worth of time passes before Alastor finally finds some free time to go off and take a look at how his *esteemed* rival has been doing. He's half expecting half the Entertainment District to be destroyed by the time he returns, but there's nothing of the sort. In fact, business seems to be going about as usual... but then again, this may be one more of the TV demon's methods of avoidance. Vox *was* always a good actor, after all-- even if his own life was falling apart, he would never let that show.

So with that reassurance settled in himself, Alastor decides to take a risky move and get in closer range to his target- he slips into the shadows surrounding the crowd of reporters gathering around the ground floor of the Vee's Tower, clamouring for the chance to see the Media Overlord in the flesh.

Strangely, they all seem more chatty today-- Alastor didn't recall any sort of holiday being today, so it seemed that there was more information to be heard... and *that* was surprising, the revelation that something interesting may have happened while he was gone. Was it perhaps because of the hellspawn he'd dropped off a week earlier?

His question is answered not even a moment later, when Vox steps out of the doors, a confident grin on his face and a small, hissing red creature draped around his neck like a scarf.

Alastor's eye twitches.

Did he *keep* the damned thing? And why the *fuck* was he absentmindedly petting its fucking ears?! *That should have been him!*

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #chai writes #snuck a few ocs in there hehe #cursed cat alastor

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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hii :< i really enjoy writing! i’ve been having this thought abt kappa, like we know he’s mean but i think he’ll have this weakness for hearing his name being moaned in his ear 😵‍💫 its driving me crazy thinking about it

A/N: hii! i literally love this idea so much, i HAD to write abt it :). hope you enjoy! (this ones pretty short, more of a drabble than a fic.)

Weakness ♡ - Kappa x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: dom!kappa, sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie

"It's t- oh.. it's too much," you whimpered, trying not to release yet another broken moan as Kappa fucked into you with heavy, rough thrusts. Your legs were trembling, the knot in your lower abdomen tightening as you neared your fourth (fifth?) release.

Kappa didn't stop or slow down, holding your hips tightly in his large hands. He made a quiet 'tsk' sound at your words, leaning down a bit so he could get a better angle, savoring the whiny moan that left your lips as he did so. You felt overstimulated and used, your head foggy.

"You were so eager, what, an hour ago? Now it's too much?" he scoffed, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he continued his abuse to your aching, tired cunt. You moaned lowly as you tumbled closer and closer to the edge, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down. You whimpered in his ear, hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

The heavy sound of skin against skin filled the room, bouncing off the walls and into your ears like a lustful symphony. You held onto him like your life depended on it, gasping lewdly when his tip started slamming against the most perfect spot, your hands balling up and your breathing quickening.

"Oh, fuck- Kappa," you moaned desperately into his ear, your voice cracking as a choked sob followed your words. Kappa felt his heartbeat stutter, his hands relaxing slightly as he listened to you. He wanted to be mean, to mock you for being so needy, but fuck, he couldn't keep himself together when you moaned his name like that.

You repeated his name a little louder when he kept hitting that heavenly spot inside you, your head falling back against the bed and your eyes fluttering shut. The pleasure he was giving you was unreal, coursing through your veins and infiltrating your nerves in the most perfect, yet overwhelming way.

"You sound so pretty, sugar," he cooed, contrasting his previous behavior entirely. The sudden, syrupy sweetness tinting his voice made you melt in his grasp, an affectionate hum mixing in with your sounds.

He slipped a hand to your clit, rubbing quick, skillful circles on the sensitive spot. The loud moan you produced had his head falling forward as low whimpers spilled from his lips, a quiet curse following when you started clenching around him. He could feel you were about to cum, and he was right behind you. He brought his lips to your ear, biting at the lobe before he spoke.

"Yeah, come on- one more for me," he encouraged, his voice shaky as he tried to hold back his own release.

Once you reached your high, it was over for him. He was filling you up as soon as you started contracting around him, his eyes rolling back as groans cascaded out of his swollen lips. The hand on your waist had fallen to the bed, holding him up as he painted your walls.

It was hitting you ten times harder, the orgasms he'd coaxed out of you before making you hypersensitive. You felt your mind go blank, repeatedly moaning and whimpering under him as he fucked you through it. The orgasm was mindblowing, leaving your legs shaking and your abdomen twitching as you borderline sobbed from the overwhelming sensation.

He panted quietly when it was over, aftershocks rippling through his body. He pulled back, smiling softly when he got a sight of your expression. You were completely fucked out, hair sticking to your forehead, lips red and puffy, lashes wet with tears.. the sight would be forever etched into his mind.

A/N: theres a giant spider in my house somewhere, because when i came back from grabbing bug spray, it was gone 😀. im gonna go into fear induced cardiac arrest. anyways, thanks for reading :)!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #kappa smut #kappa #black mirror #kappa black mirror #culkin #angelsnkisses #mdni

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Hannibal lector x reader - unravelling

Part two:

Scoffing a little bit, you shook your head.

“I’m not spiralling into anything Jack, I’m doing fine.”

He shook his head, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

“No, you’re not. When was the last time you actually had a good sleep? A good meal?”

“Last night.”

Lying had become a strong suit for you, so as Jack stared at you, you felt never more at ease, simply just staring at him.

“I know the accident was hard on you, you’re refusing to process what happened. You know that isn’t healthy, and you moved in with someone you only met after a couple of months, you’re at a bar every other night, and apparently you’re not allowed anywhere alone. It isn’t healthy.”

You glared.

“Who the hell do you think made me come here? Huh? I was just going to blow tis off, Sam made me come.”

“He has an extensive criminal record.” Will said.

“From his teenage years, look it makes paying rent easier.”

“We offered you your job back, we offered you a desk position. We’re trying to help you adjust after the accident but you refuse to help us.” He sighed.

You turned to Hannibal who was just stood silently observing the conversation.

“I don’t want your help.”

“Please let us help you, it’s what we’re here for.” Jack said quietly.

You scoffed again, glaring at him.

“Help me? You’re the reason I was in the fucking accident Jack! You sent me in there alone, told me to follow him, he ran me off the road down a cliff!”

“You blame Jack for what happened to you?” Hannibal asked.

You turned your gaze to him.

“If Jack had actually blocked the roads I suggested he blocked we wouldn’t have gone down that backstreet.”

Hannibal slowly nodded his head.

“Perhaps we should speak without Jack or Will. Do you agree to stay if they leave?”

You nodded your head, watching as the two of them left, you didn’t bother to say a word to them.

When the door closed, you turned your gaze back to Hannibal who was watching you intently.

“Tell me about after the accident (Y/N).”

“Why?”

“Well, Will has already told me about what you were like beforehand, in fact everybody can contest you were a very different person beforehand. You were polite, kind, always smiling.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Memory might be a big foggy, severe head trauma you know. Even got the scar to prove it.”

Hannibal hummed, nodding his head and leant forward a little bit, resting his arms on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

“How long did recovery take?” He asked.

“You have access to my files right? I’m sure you’ve read them.”

“I do, yes. It says you stopped attending your recovery program. Then you moved apartments around two months later.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Medical bills and household bills are a lot to handle at once.”

“Yes, perhaps they are. Except the FBI payed your medical expenses.”

“Did they? Must have slipped my mind.”

Hannibal regarded you for a moment, taking some time to study you, the way you rested your head on your hand and the blank expression on your face.

“You have secluded yourself from your past self, refusing to allow anybody who knew you before the accident to come close to you. Perhaps you should consider opening yourself to them again.”

“No thank you.”

“Not even Will? The pair of you grew up together and you refused to tell him anything that happened.”

You refused to say anything, and you turned away from him.

“I understand traumatic events can change somebodies life, running from it won’t get you anywhere (Y/N).”

“I’m not running from anything.” You growled.

You clenched your jaw, balling your hand into a fist a few times.

“You were in a coma for a month, took another month to be released from hospital, you refused to leave your home for weeks, then went missing for two months, you returned completely changed, moved in with your friend outside.”

“I’m done talking about this.”

You stood up, making your way to the door.

“Will is looking into what’s been happening.”

You stopped, turning around to look at him.

“Come and see me next week. I’d like to carry on seeing you, I believe we could make some progress over time.”

You scoffed, leaving the office and Sam stood up, leading you outside and when you got back on to the street he showed you his phone.

“A curfew on the eighth ward?” You asked.

Sam nodded his head, putting it back in his pocket.

You felt a pair of eyes on you and turned around to see Hannibal look out his office window.

He offered you a wave, and you ignored him, turning back to Sam.

“Let’s go.”

Sam followed you down the street, once you were out of view you found a dark place to pull your mask and gloves on, making your way to the eighth ward.

Jumping up on a lamppost, you gestured for Sam to do the same thing and he did, pulling his hood up to help hid his dog mask.

You both made your way across the ward like that, avoiding the inspectors that were patrolling the ground below.

Stopping at an intersection, you found a few other ghouls doing the same thing and one of them gestured for you to go to a rooftop, so you all did.

The one in the fox mask stepped forward.

“They’ve shut down the whole ward. Anybody outside is being arrested and they have a warrant to test anybody arrested for rc cells.” Kyle said.

You nodded your head, and Sam crouched down on the ledge, glancing down before walking back over.

“Even got a helicopter coming in.” He said.

“We need to move out as fast as possible then, go back to forth ward.”

Everybody nodded, and you looked at the helicopter that was coming over the city.

“Let’s go!”

You led them all over the rooftops, the light on the helicopter over you guys in a matter of minutes, and you kept going.

You could hear shouting from below, and you saw the lights from this ward to the forth ward which was covered in darkness.

“Members of the hell hounds stand down now!” The person in the helicopter called.

“Go!”

You ushered everybody into the ward and you jumped over, aware of the light following you.

Turning around, you looked up at the helicopter, sticking your middle finger up at it.

“Grimm stand down!”

You lowered your hand, putting your hands into the pockets of your jacket.

“We will enter with force!”

You just carried on staring, knowing full well that they wouldn’t enter the forth ward.

Sam and Kyle walked up to you, standing next to you.

“Stop taunting.” Sam whispered.

“Why? It’s fun. We all know they’re not going to come in.”

“Let’s just go, we need to get back.” He grumbled.

You huffed a little, turning around to leave with him, using the ward as a shortcut to get back home and you changed.

Sitting on the couch you turned on the news, watching the headline article about hell hounds being spotted running through the wards.

“You’re getting reckless.”

“We both know they’ll never get the task force to bring us down. I want to drive the bastard doctor who fucked me up out.”

“You really think he’s going to buy that?”

“He wants to see if his experiment worked, I’ve no doubt he’ll be watching.”

Sam walked over, sitting next to you.

“Can’t you just ask your FBI friend to run the name?” He asked.

“No. I don’t want them knowing I’m looking for this man. Plus it was a fake name, when I requested to see my surgeon after they said nobody by that name ever worked there.”

Sam nodded his head.

“The therapist?”

“What about him?”

Sam glanced at you before turning back to the TV.

“Will you continue to see him?”

“If I want to keep them all away then I have to, they’ll just keep getting involved until I go back to see him.”

“If they find out?”

“They won’t.”

Sam hummed a little bit, nodding his head.

You went back to see Hannibal the following week, again avoiding all of his questions that he asked, and you carried on avoiding his questions.

You were living two separate lives, and it was easy enough to keep them apart, you had grown pretty used to pretending to be human, and running the hell hounds.

It was a busy schedule.

So often you showed up to your therapy late, which was something Hannibal picked up on and finally decided to bring up after a month of you resuming his sessions.

“Do I need to arrange your appointments later?” Hannibal asked you.

Walking through his door, you made your way over to the chair and sat down.

“No. I’m just a busy person.”

“New job?”

“No.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“What do you do for work?”

“Nothing.”

He nodded again.

“Have you spoken to Will like I suggested?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Look, people grow apart Hannibal. I’ve grown into a different person and Will can’t handle that so there’s no point holding on to somebody who can’t handle when someone changes.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s a waste of my time.”

He hummed a little bit.

You reached down, picking up your coffee cup and you took a sip from it.

You set your cup down, and brush some hair from your face.

“What if I were to set up a dinner for you and Will? I can do all the cooking, all you have to do is turn up, speak with him.”

“No thank you, like I said, not interested. I also don’t do dinner parties they’re not my thing.”

“Perhaps we could meet here then?”

“Nope.”

Hannibal set his notepad down.

“Do you not wish to be friends with Will anymore?”

You sighed a little bit.

“It doesn’t matter, we all go down different paths in life eventually right? Well, it’s my time.”

“Tell me (Y/N), do you wish to cut Will out of your new life?”

You thought for a moment about this, because you hadn’t ever thought about it before.

“Well, no. I just.. I want him to give me time, space. I get he’s worried but he’s all over me and what I’m doing. I need him to back off.”

“I see, so, if Will were to back away, would you be willing to get meet with him?” He asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Why are you so concerned about this anyway?”

Hannibal gave you a small smile, and leant back in his chair.

“I believe having contact with people from before your accident will help you process all that has happened. I believe you’re choosing to ignore the accident, meaning you aren’t processing everything that happened.”

“I’ve processed it.”

“Then tell me about it.”

You shook your head.

“No thank you, and I believe Doctor Lector our time is up.”

You stood up, grabbing your coffee cup, and you gave him a nod of your head as you walked towards the door.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to look at Hannibal.

“If you want to talk about the accident, do get in touch.”

You didn’t say anything, you simply just left his office and Hannibal made his way over to his desk, taking his tablet to look at your medical file.

He had been studying it, because whatever happened just after that accident was the reason for your change in behaviour and there was a lot of holes in the records.

Something wasn’t adding up, he knew that and it made him curious, there was something about you that seemed so oddly familiar to him, and he wanted to know what

#Hannibal #hannibal x reader #Hannibal x you #Hannibal imagine #Hannibal lector #Hannibal lector x reader #Hannibal lector x you #Hannibal lector imagine

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analogwriting · 4 months

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 19: Vanadium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.8k a/n: hopefully releasing two chapters will make up for the cliffhanger eheehhehe

Working with Myra was hard at first. Mostly because all you could think about was what she had done - the pain she had caused. Slowly, she became tolerable. You treated her like a colleague, nothing more. You didn’t talk about anything else except work. She had tried to talk about something else a time or two, but you shot her down. You were uninterested in anything she had to say unless it pertained to the research at hand.

“You’re making it difficult to act civil.” You turned to look at her with a blank expression. “And why would I want that? That has nothing to do-”

“With the research yeah, whatever. I’m trying to make amends and you’re making it impossible.”

“Why would I want to make amends with the likes of you?” Your blank expression slowly turned into a glare. You weren’t in the mood.

“If we’re going to work together - we might as well get along.” She looked annoyed and you couldn’t believe the gall of her.

“Get along? Did you forget what you did?” You felt like pulling your hair out. How hard was it for her to just fuck off? Things are going just fine without trying to ‘be civil’. “Why can’t you just get the picture? You left me bitter.” You let out a hollow laugh. “All that’s left is bad blood.” You’d never forgive her. She had completely destroyed your crew and your brother lost an arm because of his recklessness thereafter. It was a pipeline that she caused.

Myra looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out. It seemed like a sea of emotions on her face. “I thought you’d be able to understand where I came from. You and I were like two peas in a pod. Two of the same mind. I figured if anyone could figure out why and forgive - it would be you.”

Your eyes widened and you still just…couldn’t wrap your head around whatever the fuck she was on. “What burns the most, Myra, is that you lied right to my face. All that time together - two years, mind you. Was any of it real? Were you just nice for the experiment? For your research? Cause that was one hell of an act that you put on.” The domestic bliss of it all - was it all just a lie? The extent she was willing to go to manipulate you was astronomical.

The scientist looked at you before shrugging. “I cared about you, yes. I needed you to succeed in my mission, so your wellbeing was important.” You just stared at her, dumbfounded. What kinda card was she trying to play now? “That’s not…” Did this woman care about anything? How were you so blind to it before? This was a completely different woman than the one you knew; the one you knew was warm, inviting. She was cold and calculated; heartless.

“What, y/n, can we do to help you move on from this? We need your complete focus. Obviously your feelings towards me are too strong for you to operate properly. Would yelling at me help? Would letting all that anger help aid you in this mission?” You just stared at her as she spoke. You head was spinning from the sheer audacity of this woman. Once again, you felt like an absolute fool for ever having liked this woman in any capacity. She was worse than Kese. She had no remorse in her actions.

“You…you can’t relieve these demons, Myra.” You felt your eye twitch as you tried to keep yourself calm. You were so…you didn’t even know. You felt so many things that they all just conflicted with each other. “You can’t make this okay for me. You’re the one that caused these feelings.” You shook your head, closing your eyes and took a deep breath. You just needed to calm down. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth your anger. You had a task at hand that needed your attention. You needed to finish this so you could get back to your crew. You had so many things you needed to do.

“But your efficiency-” She stopped short as your dagger flew towards her, slamming into the wall right next to her head. Her head slowly turned, looking at the blade - her eyes meeting with her logo. “You’re the one impeding my work right now.” You looked at her, your breathing ragged as you were now worked up. You were trying with every fiber of your being not to absolutely throttle the life out of her. “Now, no more chit chat - get to work.”

She swallowed hard, nodding with wide eyes. You seemed to finally pull some kind of emotion from her. So, she wasn’t a robot after all, huh? It was just an act. It seemed whatever facade she had was starting to fall. She started crumbling.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. You looked at her - this time your face was void of emotion. “I did care. I cared about you so much - that’s why I sent you back with your brother. Because what I did was wrong and I…I wanted to repent for what I had done.” You just looked at her as she slowly slid to the ground - you only let her live because she had Lily. You kept her alive for her. You weren’t going to rob her of a parent.

“Don’t ask me for forgiveness - I’d rather watch you bleed,” you said before walking out of the lab. You needed some time away from her. You needed a breather.

After that…incident, Myra didn’t try to make any more small talk. She followed your lead, letting you order her around as needed. It seemed that she realized who was really in charge now - that you weren’t to be pushed around like some helpless, insecure person anymore like you were when you were staying with her. You were your own and strong. Shit, you almost rivaled with how you used to be.

Eventually, you were ready for human trials. You weren't going to make Toko try yet; she was just a child. You took some willing adults, having them try your samples. None of them died, luckily enough. The most that happened was…nothing. Most of them were duds.

You were irritated. Everything was right but why wasn’t it working? You tweaked and tweaked and tweaked it but nothing seemed to be changing - no matter what you did. You wanted to pull your hair out.

“You should head to bed. A fresh mind will help.” You just glared at Myra who held up her hands. “I’m just saying. You’ve been tweaking it for hours. Besides, all the subjects have gone to bed so you can’t even test it right now.” Without another word, or waiting for a response, she left you to your thoughts.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, letting your head fall back with a long sigh. You supposed she was right. Everyone was asleep, so you couldn’t even test the new formula anyway. You stood up, stretching as a yawn escaped your lips. You were exhausted. You were working from sun up to sun down every day - it was starting to take a toll on you but…

You couldn’t give up now.

A nap. All you needed was a nap. You walked over to the loveseat that was in the lab and in moments you were passed out.

Crash.

You bolted upright, squinting in the dark. You saw a small figure over by your desk. Your heart stopped as you ran over to the light and turned it on. Toko was standing there, beaker shattered at her feet. “Toko!” You ran over to her, sliding on your knees - not even paying attention to the glass that was imbedding itself into your knees.

You took her face in your hands. “Toko! Answer me!” You searched her face and she looked at you with wide, confused eyes. No, no, no! What was she doing here? Why did she drink what was in the beaker?

“T-Toko thought this was the kitchen…” Fuck! You should’ve locked the door. Tears began to line your eyes when her face started to move. “T-Toko?” you whispered, emotion clear in your voice. You couldn’t live with yourself if anything happened to her. At this point you heard voices coming from down the hallway, heading towards you.

Shit. If Toko died, you might die. You told your brother not to die, but here you were - probably going to die. Though, you’d gladly accept the fate because you made a mistake and hurt someone so innocent in the process.

The twisted smile on Toko’s face began to shift; corners of her mouth uncurling and slowly sliding down. Her large smile slowly closed and her face slowly relaxed. Your own eyes widened. Was it working? Or was she dying? You weren’t sure. “T-Toko?” you asked, your voice cracking.

Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and she started wailing. She threw her arms around you as she cried and cried, and you held her there in disbelief. Did it work? Did it really work? You held her close, looking up as Hiyori appeared in the doorway, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the scene before her.

“Wh-”

You looked at her, tears rolling down your own face as you held the crying Toko. You slowly stood up, still holding her as she continued to sob into you. “Is she…crying?” Hiyori’s voice was full of disbelief and you nodded, smiling through your own sobs.

All those years of being unable to unleash those negative emotions properly were coming forth all at once. You knew she was never able to properly grieve for her father either, so…it was all coming out now.

Tears began to fall down Hiyori’s face as she watched Toko. It was clear that she wanted to hold out and hug her, but she was holding onto you so tightly and her body was shaking so much that she didn’t want to interrupt her. She needed to get all of this out. You had a feeling that these next few days were going to be absolutely exhausting. You were going to have to do this one at a time - to give people a moment to collect themselves.

Though, Toko was a small child compared to the adults. They might be able to hold better, but for now, you were just going to let her do what she needed to do.

It wasn’t long before the small child was passed out against you. All that emotion had taken its toll and wiped her out. You slowly handed her off to Hiyori. “She should at least sleep good,” you said with a small smile. Hiyori nodded, smiling at you. “Thank you so much, doctor. I-I don’t know how to thank you.”

You shook your head. “No need to. I’m just doing my job.”

Hiyori let out a small laugh, knowing it was going to be pointless arguing with you. “I’m going to tuck her in, you should rest as well, doctor.”

You nodded, waving as they left.

As you predicted, the next few days were rough. There was so much crying, touching, and wailing. You didn’t like being touched all that much by people you hardly knew, but you knew they couldn’t really help it; overcome with emotion and you were the nearest person to them. It was draining what little social battery you had past its breaking point. You were slowly realizing that you only had a social battery with your crew.

“On behalf of Wano, we cannot thank you enough,” Momonosuke said, inclining his head to you. You shook your head, holding up your hands. “I mean, you guys provided free room and board, not to mention all the other shit that I needed so…we’re even?”

He looked at you with a surprised expression. “Even still, you are so humble. Is there really nothing else we can do for you?”

You shook your head before you realized something. “Actually, yes. Could you, perhaps, lend me a boat and supplies? I’m going to need to take a bit with me since I’m pretty sure my brother doesn’t have anything that I’m going to need on his ship.” At least for now. You’d eventually be able to restock and everything would work out in the end.

Momonosuke nodded and smiled widely. “I would be more than happy to provide you with a ship and provisions!” He looked to one of his retainers who nodded at his silent command and headed off. He turned to look at you. “Thank you again.”

You held up your hands. “Please, I’m begging you. If I hear that phrase again, I might go insane.” You heard it so much over the past few days, you weren't even sure if it was a real expression anymore. Momonosuke only laughed and put his own hands up. “Fair enough, doctor. I will mind my tongue in the future.”

When you headed out, Hiyori popped up with Toko. They were both smiling, a genuine one from the smaller. “We’re going to miss you!” Toko chimed, running over to give you a hug. You knelt down, wrapping your arms around her. “Oh, I’m going to miss you too. I’ll make sure to call and write, okay?”

Toko looked up at you with a bright expression and nodded. “Okay!” She ran back over to the other woman, holding her hand.

“Have fun with your hunkidy do of a man,” Hiyori chimed on your way out and you stopped. “My what?” The woman just laughed, leaving you absolutely confused. Who the hell says that? What does that even mean?

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for them to gather the things that you had requested. You were double checking things on the port when you heard someone say your name. You grimaced, turning around to see Myra. C’mon, couldn’t she leave you alone? She stopped as she saw your face. “You…are still mad at me?”

You just looked at her and she frowned. “I-I said I was sorry. I never meant for it to go as far as it did I-”

You just scoffed, shaking your head as you looked at your clipboard. “Spilling every lie you’ve spilled before,” you said in a dismissive tone. You shook your head. “Still, I’m not forgiving you.” You looked at her with a determined stare that bored into her soul. “And I never will.”

Her eyes widened at you as you radiated sheer anger from your very being. She took a step back as you took a step forward, towering over her. “I hope that you never hear my name without your chest in flames.” Your tone was resolute and full of venom as if you were placing a curse on her. You could tell it already was. After all, she had sent you to Wano where your brother had been. She was obviously feeling guilty. She had tried the tough act and you tore right through that.

You were on a warpath - not to be fucked with. You had a mission and you’d be damned if you were going to let Myra get in your way. Though, you were leaving now and you couldn’t be happier. You just wanted to see your brother again. To see the crew again. To see Killer.

Man, you had so much to tell him. You had made the decision to confess your feelings, no matter how it ended up; you just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Though, Hiyori made it clear that it wasn’t as secret as you thought. If your brother had caught on, who the hell else had?

After bidding farewell and more tears being shed, not from you - you were pretty sure you were all out, you finally sailed off. Unlike your brother, you weren’t going to dive off the side of a fucking mountain, you were going to take the official port.

It didn’t even take that long and you weren’t sure why your brother made a fuss about it. Though, when you thought about it, he was just showing off anyway. It checked out actually. Constantly in some kind of dick measuring contest with someone.

Once you were out on the sea, you took your brother’s vivre card from your pocket, getting ready to set course.

Your heart stopped as it burst into flames.

#ON THE PLUS SIDE #i pretty much already have the next chapter done i just need to reread it and format it correctly #i was possessed by killer himself writing it when i was opening on saturday #its also HEAVILY influenced by a song frfr #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #am fics #cc

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ninigummysmile · 1 year

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Rosé is a camgirl and likes to show you off to her subscribers

Dom!Rosé x Sub!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 679

“Spread your legs, my love. Show them how wet you are” Rosé says from behind you. You have your back supported in front of her, with your legs wide open, your girlfriend's legs keeping you in that position and preventing you from closing them. “You like it, huh? Do you like to show everyone that you are my whore?”

The only thing you can do is moan in response. Rosé has already made you come countless times tonight and promised that this would be the last.

“Tell them you're my whore” she slaps you on the thigh for not answering the last question with words.

“I, I'm your whore” you say breathlessly.

“Very well. Let's make you come one more time, shall we?”

“Yeah”

“You did really well today, they are very happy to see how well you did”

You feel your girlfriend's fingers caress your breasts already tender from previous activities. She caresses your entire body in an attempt to make you relax before ripping you off with another orgasm.

You sigh when you feel her fingers on your abused clit, the urge to cry from the overstimulation is greater than the pleasure.

“It's too much, I can’t”

“Of course you can, you won't let them down in the end"

You try to swallow the tears and concentrate on the pleasure, thinking that the sooner you cum the sooner it will all be over.

Your mind is already completely blank, the only thing you can hear is the noise of countless messages and money sent by viewers.

Rosé introduces three fingers at once into your pussy, with slow movements to be able to create your orgasm little by little.

While you feel great, it's like your body is too tired to react.

“Is it good, honey? Or do you think that's enough for today?” your girlfriend whispers in your ear.

“No, I can. I'm going to cum again” you answer closing your eyes tightly already feeling the pleasure take over your body again.

“Look at you, cumming one more time for money. You even looks like a filthy whore.”

She knows how much you like dirty talk when you're in bed. She knows that you like to be called a whore, that you like to be told how beautiful and tight your pussy is, that everyone is jealous of her because she is the one who touches your body and no one else.

Laying your head on Rosé's shoulder, she turns your head and kisses your lips. You feel an inexplicable pleasure inside your tummy that will explode at any moment.

You're so wet that the sound of your girlfriend's fingers on you drowns out almost every other noise.

“I'm so close” you let out between moans.

A shiver runs through your entire body, your moans are so loud that it seems all the neighbors can hear them. The tension created within you is so great, you have never felt anything like this before.

Little white stars form inside your closed eyes and as if something has finally cut the string inside your stomach, you cum for long seconds, your throat releases the most pornographic moans possible and your body trembles slightly.

Waves and waves of pleasure make you feel inexplicable happiness and your tight channel spasms in the fingers of Rosé that helps you to prolong this happiness to the fullest.

After a while, you open your eyes and feel a liquid run down your legs.

“Pretty little pussy squirted all over me”

You smile weakly still recovering from the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Standing up carefully, she takes the camera off the tripod and reads the last few comments and before turning off the camera, she says “That was today's live, Y/n put on a great show and even squirted just for you guys. See you soon!"

Turning off the camera, she goes back to lying on your side and strokes your hair until you have the strength to get up and she can take care of you the way you deserve.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you and jungkook get your hands full . . . literally.

> fluff, suggestive / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: making out, lmk if there’s something i missed!

note: my mind has been blank for the past week then i just wrote this in one go 👩🏻‍💻 inspired by the babysitting ideas y’all sent but in art fashion. also a furry character from this drabble makes an appearance, and there are references from this drabble at the last part!

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“please don’t tell me that’s what i think it is.” you gulp nervously, pupils shaking at the sight of a baby blue blanket bundled up in jungkook’s arms and a we bare bears themed bag hanging on his shoulder.

he gets caught off-guard, mouth hanging open as he looks at you and the peaceful thing sleeping in his arms back and forth. shit, he practiced how to explain this in the car ride back home. how does it go again?

“it’s a baby girl.” he replies innocently, pausing infront of you to show the face of the baby.

her chest rises and falls rhythmically, her beautifully thick eyelashes kissing her full rosy cheeks. what a breathtaking creation of passion she is. however, also the last thing you would expect your boyfriend to bring home at ten in the morning after spending an hour in the gym.

“you didn’t get another girl pregnant one drunken night, did you? and surely, you’re not expecting me to stand in as her mother? because i’m not a saint. i’m moving out of this place right now and taking bam with me, i swear to go-”

jungkook chokes on his own spit. he hurriedly brings back the baby in her pink stroller before he turns to face you again, releasing the coughs itching his throat.

“b-baby, no, no. it’s n-nothing like that- fuck!” he dramatically pounds at the left side of his chest as he continues to clear his throat, and you grimace at his loud thundering. you tilt your head to the side to look at the baby, surprised to see her still sleeping soundly despite your boyfriend’s ungraceful fits of coughing brought upon by his own bodily fluid. well, you’re sure that she’s breathing.

once he settes down, he releases an exhausted puff of air, hands gesturing wildly in the air. “i have never- i would never! get another girl pregnant! and me- i never even let myself drink so much to be obliterated. there’s no reason for me to.”

many years into your relationship, and you have never seen his doe eyes look this big and panicked. the perfect image of a deer caught in the headlights. your forehead remains creased for faux bewilderment as he defends himself rather in distress, speaking so fast he catches himself tripping over his own words because of his lisp. “i’d never make that mistake. i won’t be able to live with myself- seriously, baby, just the thought of it makes my skin crawl! you see, the baby, she’s rea-”

“alright, okay- calm down. take a breather.” you grab his wrists with each hand with a chuckle, forcing them to settle down on the curves of your waist before he hurts himself. you think back to the night he was intensely ranting about a friend accidentally deleting a music file on his computer, and how he came home from the restaurant with two of his fingers wrapped in yellow plaid band-aids because he scraped them on the edge of the table.

he frowns at you deeply, tense shoulders sagging. “nari is my trainer’s baby. he’ll pick her up here by 9pm.”

he squeezes at your sides, pulling you in by wrapping resting his palms on your lower back. “you’re so mean, you know that? you’ll win oscars and emmys. please audition to dramas.”

“yah!” you lightly hit his arm with a closed fist. “i wasn’t completely joking though. it could be true. life’s possibilities are endless.”

“no, it couldn’t!” he whines with a sad pout. “i’d never do that to you. i love you.”

you smile guiltily, not expecting him to get this invested in your made-up storyline. just the thought of it makes my skin crawl, he is the one. you press a kiss on his lips, only touching for a few seconds before you pull back.

you hold his cheek on your palm, thumb gently stroking his skin. “i know you won’t. i trust you, baby. i love you, too.”

the bunny smile he flashes you doesn’t last that long.

“but we have a problem.” you nod your head repeatedly with a defeated look on your face. “do you know what day it is?”

“uhm- saturday, right?”

“right . . .” you confirm, hand dropping to his shoulder to knead at his muscles. “and you remember what we do every saturday?”

“oh shit-”

you turn to greet the new arrivals, having finished their breakfast in the kitchen. “hi bam! hi fluffy!”

the doberman and golden retriever crowd the space of the doorway. fluffy stands up by using you as a support, nuzzling his face against your waist as you scratch his head. bam, on the other hand, is trying to sniff nari who is protectively held by jungkook. the two dogs are trained, and they often go out to parks and malls so they are used to being around people or animals they don’t know. bam, in particular, has always found babies fascinating.

“they are very excited for their walk at the park. which we do with them, every saturday. remember?”

fluffy is the dog of your friend. she drops him off almost every saturday because she’s too busy with her job to spend time and let him breathe in some fresh air. you and jungkook don’t mind this at all since you take bam on a walk as well, and it’s nice for him to have a friend.

the realization dawns on his face, clear as day. “ahhh- ah! that’s right, that’s right. we do that. shit- how can i forget? why did i bring a baby?” a shy smile forms on his lips now that he finally sees where you’re coming from.

you bury your face in your hands, body vibrating as you laugh at how ridiculous your boyfriend is being.

“what are we gonna do?”

“you’re the one who agreed to babysit! why are you asking me?!”

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on normal saturdays, you’re holding hands with jungkook as a leash is securely gripped by your free hands. casually strolling through the park as the sun shines just bright enough that it kisses your skin softly, painting it with the glorious shade of daylight. bam purposely steps on fallen leaves to hear the crunch that tickles his ears like a feather. fluffy, the ever jolly fried chicken colored thing, gleefully walks with shaking pupils- towards the birds skipping on the ground, almost as if he wants to pounce them and it’s taking every ounce of self-control in his body not to, because they’re just so darn entertaining to watch.

this saturday, however, you’re neither holding jungkook’s big and protective hand, nor fluffy’s pink leash. instead, you’re carefully pushing a baby stroller to avoid any bumps on the ground, with a bag of milk, wipes, diaper, and toys hanging on your shoulder. meanwhile, jungkook is a few steps ahead of you, helplessly being tugged towards opposite directions by two big dogs.

turns out that nari likes going on walks as well. she started crying earlier when she woke up in jungkook’s arms, but she calmed down when you wheeled her in the bedroom to feed her the breast milk his father packed, along with a note of reminders and instructions. you brought one bottle and left behind the rest inside the fridge.

your boyfriend looked very enthusiastic when he suggested to bring the baby along with you and the dogs outside so you can carry on with your plans, but you can easily tell that he’s already feeling embarrassed with the glances your not so big and chaotic ‘family’ is gaining.

“i keep making bad decisions today. what’s with me?” he whines, the pace of his feet currently not in his control. “bamie, slow down a bit. dad just did leg day earlier . . . we’ll come back tomorrow, and i’ll let you run then. please.”

you take a peek at nari to find her smiling at fluffy with a pacifier in her mouth. she plays with her small fingers before making grabby hands at the golden retriever, too busy trying to chase bam’s fast pace to even notice.

you giggle, finding the whole situation too funny. you enjoy your routine, but it’s nice to have a change like this every once in a while. besides, you also enjoy watching jungkook’s pouty complaints.

“come on, this isn’t so bad!”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “do you want to trade places then?”

“no thanks.” you chirp, briefly closing your eyes to savor the gentle breeze blowing on your face. “me and my nari are having a nice time together.”

he sighs as he gets tugged by fluffy, slight swerving to the right. “while my bam and fluffy are the only ones having fun.”

jungkook’s doe eyes meet nari’s almond ones, and he smiles at her fondly. “are you having a nice time, nari?”

she giggles in response, making her pacifier fall out of her mouth. his life flashes infront of his eyes, and seconds feel like years when her face scrunches up, the baby on the verge of wailing.

“her pacifier-”

you halt on your tracks, quickly moving to put it back in her mouth because god forbid you don’t know how you’re going to calm down her again if she falls back into another loud crying session. she relaxes back into her small bed, entertaining herself with the ring of the pacifier.

however, it seems like the sound of her giggle earlier attracted bam’s attention once again. he stands beside the stroller, while fluffy entertains himself with watching his friend’s tail wagging excitedly- his eyes darting around to follow the directions its moving towards.

nari’s small hand cups bam’s nose just right, and you can almost swear that he smiles at her. her giggles float around the air like a delightful morning song, and the doberman leans his neck on the edge of the stroller to get his fix.

“bam, no. no licking nari. sit.” you instruct him, and he obeys immediately.

let’s just say he licked the face of a baby’s stranger once, and understandably, they weren’t so pleased about it. that’s why although you let him interact with babies, you never let him get that close for hygienic and common decency reasons.

“that’s right. good boy.” jungkook praises him with the baby voice he only uses with bam. (his baby voice with you is quieter and sweeter, and you hate how you’re even comparing the two right now.) “i’ll give you some treats later, okay?”

bam perks up at the mention of food, an excited tongue hanging from his mouth as he pants. fluffy sits next to him, very much used to getting fed as well when bam is rewarded. it makes jungkook chuckle as he pets his head. “yes, you too, fluffy. be good boys and stop running, hmm?”

a dog is a man’s best friend, indeed.

you start biting at the edges of the cone of your ice cream, and nari, who is safely held by your arms, finds the crunching sound interesting. she sucks on her pacifier with your every bite, and you find yourself following a rhythm with her. meters away from the bench you’re occupying is jungkook running with the dogs in the middle of the park, having given up on scolding them, and resorted to just letting them tire themselves them out.

“baby, save me! i’m so tired!” he screams in agony. “my knees- they’re shaking!”

“this is why i said switching abs and leg day was a bad idea.” you say, more to yourself as you shake your head at the tragic scene that’s been unfolding for the past five minutes or so. “right, nari?”

she giggles as if she’s being tickled, and you find yourself enchanted by her thick and beautiful eyelashes, and how they flutter so gracefully.

“so pretty.”

—

“let’s have another review on our thoughts about having a baby.” jungkook proposes, holding nari’s baby bottle for her as she snuggles with her favorite giraffe stuffed toy. she’s on the verge of falling asleep. her eyes keep on closing, but she opens them again as if the taste of the milk nudges her awake.

it’s already 7pm. you, jungkook, and nari are hanging out on the couch with the lights dimmed and the television on low volume. the dogs passed out to sleep when they got home, and fluffy was fetched by your friend an hour ago. bam went back to his house to sleep again after eating dinner, but there’s a part of you that’s guessing he’s playing with a toy he hid inside it again.

“hmm, well, it’s the same as before.” you answer truthfully without an ounce of hesitation layered in your voice as fix up nari’s bib carefully before wiping her chin with it. “babysitting nari was fun, and i want to do it again in future. but having our own baby, i don’t think about it that much. we’re enjoying ourselves as our own person and as a couple, and i want to keep it that way for now.”

“right? me too. me too. we’re so busy, but we’re enjoying working on our own stuff. we should live life to the fullest and not take it for granted.” he nods his head in agreement, feeling all warm and bubbly inside.

he loves how you can talk about this topic comfortably, and how you’re straightforward about your refreshing thoughts and opinions. the safe atmosphere surrounding you makes it easy for him to be honest as well. “i think it keeps our relationship healthy, that we discuss our present thoughts and situation instead of making big plans ahead.”

“of course you’d say that after changing her diaper.” you chuckle. the image of your boyfriend determined to finish the task despite not enjoying it one bit, speaking to nari with a doting baby voice to make time fly faster— it has been stored in the precious little memory box stored in your brain.

“it’s not like that!” he denies, but he is betrayed by his inability to contain his laughter. the corners of his eyes crinkles and his nose scrunches, a breathy laugh escaping him. “really, i don’t mind doing it when we babysit.”

“really? okay. you do it from now on.”

a complaint hangs on the tip of his tongue, but he concedes. “okay. it’s not a problem to me.”

silence fills the air. and you snort at how miserable he looks after digging his own hole.

he scoffs in embarrassment. “i’ll make changing diapers my new talent. you’ll see.”

“i’m looking forward to it, my love.” you reply to him sweetly, pulling away his hand to make the rubber pop out of her mouth, conscious of accidentally waking her up. the baby has finally succumbed to drowsiness. you cautiously wipe her mouth with the bib again, before carrying her back to her stroller in preparation for when her father arrives.

you crawl back on the couch, placing a pillow on jungkook’s lap before lying on your back.

“hi. i love you.”

you look up at him with an amused smile, catching him gazing at you with his eyes shimmering with devotion, and you’re afraid you might actually melt this time. “all of a sudden?”

he sighs deeply as he starts caressing your hair tenderly. “you’ve been upset with me. because i don’t say it as much as i used to.”

his statement catches you offguard. the ever so familiar urge to cry like a baby surfaces, and you blink back the tears forming in your eyes. it takes you a minute to compose yourself and to organize your thoughts, but he waits patiently.

“you noticed that?”

“oh baby, i know you better than you think.” he answers quietly, thumb brushing off the lone tear that escaped down to your temple. “but i should pay more attention. i’m sorry that i’ve been too busy.”

“no, you have nothing to be apologize for.” your voice cracks by the end, and a wave of tears fall when he leans down to kiss your cheek. “i’m just being silly.”

jungkook has the divine superpower of making a moment feel like blissful eternity.

“how is wanting to be reminded that you’re loved silly when it keeps us alive?”

his lips ghost over yours before they touch. he whispers an i love you with each kiss, a hand wrapped around your neck. it just stays there without any pressure, for the sole purpose of feeling your rapid pulse under his fingers. you’re alive.

normally, when you say a word or a phrase over and over again, it tends to feel foreign on your tongue until it loses its meaning. but each of his i love you gains more weight, and god knows you’ve always been a hypocrite when it comes to your inhibitions. the sharp tug on his hair makes him groan raspily. your restless hand prevents him from disconnecting your lips one more time because you just decided that you want more of his honey kisses instead of hushed confessions as a testament of his love.

you see, jungkook has never regretted a tattoo or piercing in his life to the point that he wanted them removed, that is until he found himself regretting his lip piercing every time you tease him with it during your makeout sessions. because the doorbell rings, and it renders him crazier, how you don’t forget to playfully tug on it with your teeth, to lick it as if to soothe away his pain, before you push him away.

his longing eyes chases after your glossy lips. his deceivingly innocent lover, he never wants to be far away from you.

“we would be horrible parents.” you mutter under your breath when you sit up to be greeted by bam, the hand of a baby holding his nose again.

“the absolute worst.” your boyfriend one-ups you with a sigh. “bam, house.”

the dog avoids his eyes, subtly leaning his head towards nari more. “bam. i said house.” at that, he obediently walks back to the bedroom.

“why does he always need to be told twice?” you breath out a laugh, but it gets cut short when the doorbell rings again.

“shit- wait, talk to him for a bit. i need to clean her hand first.” you panic, scrambling to open the zipper of her bag to retrieve the baby wipes.

“stop cursing infront of the child!” jungkook cries out, looking back at you briefly before resuming his journey to their door.

you make a face at him before pulling nari’s stroller towards you. “if shit becomes your first word, don’t tell your parents i’m the one who taught you, okay, nari?”

she listens to you with a bewildered look on her face, and she bursts into a fit of giggles when she hears her name.

her bright and loud presence has plastered a permanent endeared smile on your lips. “that’s my girl.”

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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I wrote deaf reader with Kuro before, and now i write blind reader with Aone

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Hero Who I Can’t See

You took Mai's arm and walked to where she took you. She warned you before you entered the hall she mentioned

“Watch out, there is a step in front of you”

You heeded her warning. She took your hand to take the step in front of her and made you climb

You took Mai's arm again. You realized that you entered the volleyball training hall from the ball and squeaking sounds you heard around you.

“More power to you,guys!” he called to the volleyball team of Dateko, who was training.

“We have a guest today. Her name is y/n. Our families have camaraderie. We are childhood friends. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so I wanted to introduce you while she was here.”

While some of the men in the hall were fascinated by your beauty, others found your blank stares very strange. But you were not aware of any of this.

Mai released your arm. You couldn't walk around the hall, but as you could tell from the voices, the people Mai wanted to introduce you to were just a few steps away.

Seeing you walking with outstretched hands to look around, Kamasaki and Futakuchi were whispering among themselves.

"Can't she see?" he whispered softly to Kamasaki

"Didn't you notice she took Mai's arm on the way here?" Kamasaki replied in the same way.

As you walked, you suddenly felt like you had bumped into something as hard as a wall. But two strong hands held your shoulders.

“Oh!! Well…sorry” you said with a embarrassed expression

Everyone in the hall noticed Aone's surprised look at you.

"You're lucky he didn't see you, Aone," laughed Futakuchi from behind

Aone glared at Futakuchi. That was enough for Futakuchi to stop babbling.

You could recognize who the other person was by their voice and by touching their face. You raised your arms and your palms touched Aone's face. The tips of his thumb were touching Aone's forehead.

“Where are your eyebrows?” you chuckled

Everyone in the room started laughing. You ran your hands over every inch of Aone's face so you could memorize her features. Now you've written it in your mind.

Then you took a step back and talked about yourself

“I want to meet all of you. But unfortunately I can't see it. I lost my sight completely due to trachoma disease as a child. But I can get to know you better by touching your face.”

“It's an honor to meet you y/n-san,” Moniwa replied.

You met everyone by touching their faces one by one and wrote down their facial features in your memory.

Everyone was pleased to meet you. They also did not see the visual disability as an obstacle in their relationship with you. But you were supposed to be under the supervision of someone in the hall. If the thrown ball came in your direction, you wouldn't notice it.

That's why Mai sat next to you. If the ball came towards you, he would watch over you.

Although Moniwa also warned them, Kamasaki and Futakuchi did not pay much attention to the warning. The ball hit you from the first day you met. The ball moved so fast that no one, including Mai, could prevent the ball from hitting your head.

You were hurt, and you held your head with your hand.

"Hey, please just be careful!" he got up and shouted

Then Moniwa warned them a second time harshly.

“Aren't you two going to become wiser? The ball hit the girl from day one! Is it too hard to play a little bit carefully?”

“Sorry y/n-chan,” Futakuchi said shyly.

"I’m sorry y/n-chan," said Kamasaki as well.

Mai approached you and looked where the ball came from.

"Are you ok? Did it hurt?"

“A little” you replied

“Looks like it's going to swell”

Mai asked Aone, who was standing near

“Aone, could you get ice?”

Aone nodded and brought ice from the freezer in the living room. You heard their steps coming towards you and extended your hand to take the ice.

You were extending your hand in a completely different direction and you were not aware of it. Aone gently placed the ice in your palms. You felt the coldness of the ice in your palms and you took it and put it where the ball hit

"Are you ok?" asked Aone.

You heard your voice for the first time

You answered briefly, “Yes”

Moniwa also came close and apologized to you on their behalf.

“You don't mind them, y/n-chan. Unfortunately, they don't listen to reason."

"No problem. I'm sorry, Moniwa-kun, for causing you trouble."

“Oh no way! You are our guest” he said politely and generously.

At the end of the training, Mai escorted you home. You took the subway together

"How was it? Did you have some fun?" he asked you

"A lot. Even though I couldn't see what was going on around me, I still had a great time. Everyone on your team is so kind.”

“I think you're excluding Futakuchi and Kamasaki from that. Because they never sit still and their disputes never ends,” he laughed.

"Why?" you asked curiously

"I don't know. But I can say this much, if Futakuchi doesn't mess with Kamasaki, Kamasaki has nothing to do with Futakuchi."

“Usually Futakuchi initates it”

"Unfortunately. Their friction became the cliché of the team. Aone is also in the position of a fight separator”

You kept saying “Aone…” and then continued.

“This guy…he doesn't talk much, I guess. Because when I met him, he didn't say a word"

"Yes. He doesn't like to talk much. He talks whenever he feels like. That's why he surprises his teammates when he talks. But he is very kind. Although he looks like a scary bully from the outside”

"How? Does he look so scary?”

“He has a stern and serious look. Those who see him for the first time are literally sweating out of fear. But it is not at all what it seems.”

“So that's why Futakuchi “she’s lucky not to see you,” he said. But if he was really kind, I wouldn't be afraid if I could see his face."

“The reactions of people who know him for the first time are often not positive. You are the first person to think positively about him”

“You say so?”

"Yes"

You noticed how big his hand was when you shook hands with him.

“He's 1.90 tall isn't he? His hands were huge and as far as I could feel, his size was also big," you said while remembering.

“A little over 1.90. He’s the tallest player of the team and the strongest middle blocker.”

“I guessed”

From that day on, you visited the salon with Mai whenever you were available. You had become one of that team as you started to come in and out of the hall more and more.

In order not to be a burden to Mai and everyone who has accompanied you to find directions, you started using the visually impaired cane. Now you could find your direction more easily

That evening you got off the subway alone. You missed the first train and waited for the second. The area was extremely quiet. You could have been the only person on the subway. Or so you thought. You were always afraid of being alone in any place. Because when you were alone, you couldn't take care of yourself like normal people. Visual impairment was the biggest factor in this

You felt someone approaching you.

“Hey beauty! What about play blind man's buff with us?”

“No need to blindfold”

It was the voice of two young men, and it was clear that it belonged to strangers you hadn't heard before. You were getting scared and now you'd rather be alone on the subway

"Who are you! Go away or I'll call the police!”

“Oh really! In your blind state?" they laughed

“We just wanted to play a little. What were you mean?"

“I told you to get out!”

You tried to swing your cane in self-defense. But the abusers weren't at the point where you swung. Trying to attack them with your blindness had become fun for them and they started to come more and more.

“I think we will play with a real blind person”

“It will be funny”

"Don't touch me!" As you went back, your back hit someone's chest and you almost had a heart attack from fear.

But the abusers were idolized where they were.

"Dude, if we don't get out of here soon, this guy will run over us"

“Look at him! He’s like a giant”

You didn't know who the person behind you was. You thought you were cornered but that person was your savior

“Leave the lady alone!” You heard a solemn and menacing voice that sounded familiar to you.

But you couldn't make it out and couldn't remember the sound

Who are you? you said inside

“Get lost!”

You heard the harassers running away when the familiar voice gave a menacing command for the second time.

You had calmed down a bit and wanted to know who the savior was.

"Are you ok?"

You are one step closer to recognizing the voice when it asks you in the same tone and the same way

"Who are you?" you asked

“Y/n, it's Aone. Didn't you recognize my voice?"

"No. Sorry. We haven't been able to chat much with you. That's why I couldn't make a sound. If you let me touch your face, I can be convinced that you really are Aone"

Aone let you touch his face. You touched his facial features again, which you wrote in your memory. When you felt with your hand that he had no eyebrows, you were absolutely sure that it was Aone.

“It’s really you, Aone. Thank you. Really. You’re so nice person”

You touched his shoulders and lowered your hands down to his arms

You repeated "thank you so much"

"I am pleased that you are well. They didn't hurt you, did they?" asked Aone.

"No. But if you hadn't, maybe they would have hurt you."

"Don't worry. They will never dare to do such a thing again.”

Thank you, my hero that I can't see… you said inside

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simpleeshea · 3 months

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On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader

Chapter 8

It’s okay, I’m a cheap date.

Tw: alcohol

"So then hold me."

He said this and my mind drew a blank. Wilbur’s watery eyes watched as a breath caught itself in my throat latching onto the inner-workings of my skin like tiny knives, desperate to not be released. I watched as his arms awkwardly motioned open. He was letting me in, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable toward me. And not just in an emotionally vulnerable way. No. Wilbur was standing just a few feet away with his arms shakily outstretched offering to let me.

I hesitated. I hesitated and I hated myself for it. Wilbur’s arms fell flat to his side but just as they did I took quick steps and wrapped my arms around him. It wasn’t my first time hugging him today, but this time it was different. This time Wilbur had offered himself up to me instead of it being a spontaneous act on my part as a way to cheer him up. This was Wilbur actively saying with his actions that he wanted to let me help him, to let me be there for him. His body was taut under my arms before he released a breath and relaxed into the hug, bringing his arms around my body as well to hug me back. He was cold, so cold. It was no wonder to me now as to why he always wears his giant coat. My head pressed hard against his chest, holding him close as a way to say that I would never let him go... never let him fall down the path he had once before. Wilbur was not a lost cause. Even if he stopped believing in himself long ago, I will never stop trying to hold him up, never stop my belief that he can be better, that he is better than who he was before.

"Wilbur?" I asked with a voice muffled into his chest.

"Hmm?" he mused softly, seeming for once completely at ease even though I could hear the small cracking of his voice through his soft and barely perceivable tears.

"What do you say we get out of here?"

He took a small step back but his hands trailed down from my back to hold my elbows. I assumed he did this just so he could still feel the warmth and comfort of my hold as my hands still rested softly on the dips of his waist.

It was at this moment I looked up into his sad brown eyes. They were watering over with salty tears, a few already stained to his cheek. Without thinking I reached up with my hand and wiped his cheek, letting my hand rest on his cold skin for a bit longer before bringing it back to his waist.

"Yeah, I would like that."

I hadn't really put much thought into where we would go. It was just a spontaneous ask. An ask because I knew the headachingly lit lights and whirling sounds of the gas station were far from what Wilbur needed right now. I was far from what Wilbur needed right now. But I would have to suffice. I was hesitant to ask my next question, not because I was embarrassed by my lifestyle but more because I didn't want to make Wilbur uncomfortable, but I still went forward with the question. "We could go back to my place?" Wilbur blinked once at my offer, a small tear trickling down his face as he did. "I know you said getting drunk twice in one work week was a bad idea... but I think you're worth the exception. At least just this once," I tried to laugh halfheartedly.

Slowly a small smile began to form on his lips as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "That sounds wonderful," his voice was a bit stronger now, still though, I could hear the pain in the back of his throat as if he ached to scream to the world about his apathy.

My face lit up. I wasn't terribly excited about showing off my small apartment but I knew that Wilbur of all people would never judge me for my state of living.

After I finally made it to the apartment complex with Wilbur tailing behind me, I got out of my beat-up truck and slammed the door hard to make sure it shut all the way before locking it. Wilbur had parked right beside me. His car wasn't anything special either, but it at least looked to be in better condition than mine. I turned and looked at Wilbur as I led him up the stairs, "Sooo..." I hesitated.

"Sooo?" he asked.

"You're gonna have to stand outside for just a second before I let you in so I can make sure it's clean." And before you ask, yes, yes I did clean before leaving. But I was in a hurry to leave when Wilbur asked me to come in and help, which means I left my clothes from before work scattered on the floor.

"Oh okay, that's alright," it was clear to see he felt awkward, which I planned to fix as soon as I could.

I stepped inside right after unlocking my apartment door and quickly scooped the clothes off of the floor and threw them into my hamper. After that, I tossed on a new shirt and pants that weren't stained with an assortment of slushie flavors and then quickly brushed out my hair. "Work air," I rolled my eyes and scoffed before quickly rushing to open the door for Wilbur. His eyes locked onto me as I huffed slightly being out of breath from just running around. "Say hello to my mojo dojo casa house," I joked slightly, not even sure if he would get the reference.

He laughed slightly under his breath, I still wasn't certain if he got the joke and cursed myself for saying something that stupid.

"The Barbie movie was really good," he said adding to the conversation. A breath of relief fell from my mouth as he said that, I suddenly felt a lot better about my joke. Wilbur was good at that: unknowingly taking my anxieties and tossing them in the trash.

"Yeah!" I perked up with a smile as I went into my small kitchen and reached up into a small cabinet reaching for a bottle of cheap wine. "You can sit wherever," I quickly motioned to around the room before continuing on to say, "I actually sobbed watching Barbie, though."

Wilbur nodded and watched as I poured wine into a glass for him and I. "I can see why, it's a lighthearted movie that still brings forth a serious message."

A small warm smile crept up onto my face, pleasantly delighted that he understood. Green flag. I handed him his glass to which he smiled and thanked me before taking a small swig of the red liquid. His brows contorted as he smacked his lips together. "It's shit isn't it?" I laughed and he nodded.

"Yeah, that's bad," he said as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth, "really bad."

I laughed more at his reaction, seeing as he was so repulsed by the red liquid. I lifted my glass to my lips taking a big swallow of it and squinting hard as it burned its way down my throat and chest. I shook my head and gagged. "You're wrong," I wanted to cry, "It's terrible." I sat the glass down and listened to Wilbur snicker in the background and take another drink of the horrible liquid. I turned and gave Wilbur a hard side-eye, to which he only laughed more, nearly spitting out his drink at the look I sent his way.

"How much is the alcohol content in this?" he asked, staring down at the fermented drink as he swirled it around.

"About thirty percent, I think, maybe twenty-five. I'm not too for certain but it's pretty old... and not like the aged kind of old."

Wilbur shook his head as he took another drink, to no one's surprise, it was still bad. "How long have you had that?" his voice sounded disgusted as he asked.

"Since I moved out," I answered quite plainly before taking a small and agonized sip.

"And how long ago was that?"

"You don't even wanna know," my lips formed into a smirk until my eyes focused on the fact that Wilbur was still in his gas station uniform, which was known for having an itchy collar. "Do you want something to change into?" I asked.

"Uhm," Wilbur looked down at his clothes as if he hadn't even noticed, "Yeah sure, if you have something. If not then don't worry about it."

I shrugged, not sure myself if I did have anything that could fit that beanstalk of a man. "Let me look right quick." I sat my drink down on the table and stood up to go look inside my closet. Wilbur's eyes followed as he took another pained sip and I dug around through my small collection of clothes. Suddenly my eyes locked on something that looked big enough. My face lit up in excitement before quickly shoving all of my other clothes out of the way to reveal the hoodie. But slowly as I realized just whose the hoodie was my eyes dimmed. I pulled it off the hanger anyway and tossed it to Wil.

"Oh, so you do have something," Wilbur said slightly surprised.

"That tends to happen when people leave shit at your house," I shrugged trying to ignore the pressure that was forming in my chest. Quickly, I picked my glass back up and drank up the remaining liquid to cancel out the pressure in my chest with a new kind of burn. Wilbur glanced at the hoodie for a moment before taking off his shirt. I watched dumbfounded for a second before covering my eyes with my hand. Wilbur didn't seem to notice or care for my reaction. My mind went numb, and it wasn't because 'Oh mY gOsH, I jUsT sAw HiM sHIrTlEsS', No. It was, oh my gosh, I just saw him shirtless and he has a giant scar in his lower stomach. I felt my stomach sink in a deep sickness. I could feel the whirling of burning liquid deep in my gut just waiting for the perfect moment to come back out of my throat. Wilbur tossed the hoodie over his head and slipped his long arms inside. I bit my lip to try to keep it from quivering as I saw the hoodie. It had been in that closet for god knows how long just collecting dust. I almost burned it after everything that had happened… but I refused to be one of those crazy psycho ex partners even if I am just a bit crazy . Wilbur looked over at as if he seemed to wanted to say something but he was holding himself back. Finally he said, “You have any cigarettes by chance?” I knew that wasn’t what he was originally going to say. Wilbur never hesitated to ask me for a smoke, especially considering how often I bum off of him.

I looked around the room before remembering that I smoked my last one. “No…” my voice trailed off before I remembered something and quickly stood up. I was surprised by how dizzy I felt for a moment but ignored it as I ran over to my paint-chipped nightstand and rummaged through the drawer before pulling out a small device.

I took a quick hit from the cool grape flavored nic-stick as I liked to call it before tossing it over to him. “I have this though.”

Wilbur’s eyes seemed to slowly light up, I could tell the alcohol was starting to hit him too. “Rightttt, from when you tried to switch over.” He laughed, “That didn’t last long.”

“Yeah I hated having to charge it,” I said shaking my head before going to sit back down at my small table and pouring another glass of shit wine.

“Really? In surprised it’s alive then,” he said before tossing it back over to me as I took a long hit from the device only for it to not work.

“You jinxed it…” my voice pouted as I slapped the vape down on the table.

Wilbur laughed wholeheartedly, it was a pleasant change to the tears from earlier today. A groan fell from my mouth as I got up to find a charger and plug it in. My mind was hazy and it felt like an animation with missing frames. “Hey y/n,” Wilbur asked catching my attention. I turned my heavy head toward him as I felt the charger click into place inside the device.

“Yeah, Wilbur?”

“Do you think I could ever actually apologize to Tommy?”

I sat for a second on the bed and looked at him as he sat at the table. He was tipsy, I could see it very clearly despite the rest of my vision being far from clear. I sighed softly before saying, “Wilbur… do you think you think you can?”

He seemed taken aback by the question, as if he hadn’t expected the tables to turn on him. “Well I-“ he paused, searching the room as if it could give him the answer. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“What?” his words fell softly and brokenly.

“I know that you can, Wilbur,” I beamed at my own cheesiness and Wilbur could tell I was trying to make him smile. “Of course you can, maybe not nowwww… but you will, eventually.” I shrugged taking the vape off of the charger for a moment to get a good hit in before tossing it across the room hoping Wilbur could catch it in his dizzying state. And he didn’t. But thankfully it fell on the carpeted part of the floor to which he picked it up.

Wilbur in his hazy state bent over to pick up the small purple device and bring it to his lips. "Thanks, Y/n," he said in a whisper as smoke came rolling out from his lips.

I nodded before standing up and walking over to sit across from Wilbur at the table. I threw my head back with glass in hand, taking a big drink feeling as it burned its way down. I shook my head disapprovingly of the taste. "We should play a game," I say simply, feeling bored.

"Like what?" Wilbur said with thick a thick voice.

"I dunnoooo," I drawled, "Just a game."

Wilbur took another long hit from the vape before sliding it across the table back over to me. I felt my head grow heavy so I slumped it onto the table just barely peeking up at the fluffy-haired man through my arms. A random thought popped into my head, it was only just for a moment, but just a moment was enough for my far from sober state to blurt it aloud. "You're eyes are so pretty."

Completely forgetting about my game question Wilbur looked down at me with a strange look on his face only for it to slowly turn into a smirk. "Really?" his voice was heavy, we were both clearly drunk at this point. "What else?"

"Pardon?" I asked genuinely lost.

Wilbur smirked, standing up slowly from his chair and coming behind me. I felt a chill tingle in my spine as he stood there for a moment before he slowly bent forward his chest pressingly slightly against my back leaving my breath to be caught in my throat. My eyes went wide as I felt him against me until I saw his hand snake over and grab the vape sitting right in front of me on the table. He just wanted the nic-stick, was the conclusion I came to, but as he leaned back with vape in hand he asked again, "What else do you think about me?"

I turned in my chair giving him a confused look as he only seemed to smirk wider before putting the device to his lips and blowing out smoke from his nose. I turned back and took another drink of wine, knowing that it was a need in this moment. My glass hit the table with a small thud as I sat it down. My mind was far too hazy to think about anything at all and it only got worse as Wilbur's hand moved to rest on my shoulder from behind me. His arm reached around with vape in hand, he held the device to my mouth and despite the uneasiness I felt, I still sucked in the metallic vapor and felt as it slowly rushed to my brain. It felt as though he was trying to get me nic high and drunk so he could hear exactly everything I thought about him. "Am I being interrogated?" I said hazily.

Wilbur chuckled deeply, "No. Just curious."

"mmmm," I mused, taking the vape from him and hopping up to throw it back on the charger in my bed. His eyes watched each step I took. "So you want to know what else I think?"

He nodded, taking what remained in my wine glass and gulping it down quickly.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Wilbur shrugged, "Anything at all," he went on further to say, "I want to know how your pretty little head sees me."

I could feel the heat rise to my face even though I wasn't even too sure it was a compliment in my state. My eyes slowly trailed to stare at the wall while my brain wandered in deep thought. "I think you're really tall," I said confidently. "Fuckin' beanstalk," I mumbled.

Wilbur's brows rose and his eyes went wide before falling back to a resting position and his lips forming into a smirk. Slowly he approached the bed and sat down beside me, reaching over his hand just barely grazing my upper thigh as he leaned over in close again to reach for the device on the charger. "What was that last part," he whispered lowly as he reached in and as he pulled away he finished by saying, "I didn't quite catch it."

I stared at him, my head was throbbing and the room felt like it was spinning. In this state I didn't give too shits... maybe that was why I enjoyed being drunk so much, I could speak my mind and I didn't worry so much about what others thought. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I said...FUCKIN' BEANSTALK" the last few words were yelled into his ear. I leaned backward in a fit of laughter, laying back on my pillow as I giggled and Wilbur grumbled about me yelling in his ear.

He shot me a dirty look before giving me a quick slap to the arm.

"Owwww," I pouted.

"You're fine," he huffed out angrily. I gave him a side-eyed look before crossing my arms and turning away from him. He stared at me as I looked away from him, staring indignantly at the boring wall. "You're so beautiful." I blinked once before his hand snaked over to cup my cheek and turn it to face him. "You deserve to know that," he said softly. "Sometimes I don't think you realize the effect you have on others."

"What-" I stared at him in confusion, bringing my hand to his on my cheek and moving it down to hold it in my lap, "What do you mean?"

He offered me a warm smile, "You try to act like you have all of your shit together all of the time... You smile and laugh, trying to make sure everyone else is happy before worrying about yourself. You're so genuine... I think that's what I really like about you, Y/n."

I was completely and utterly lost. HUH?! ME? Genuine??? I laughed, "Wilbur you do realize you know like nothing about me? I can't bring myself to share with you who I actually am... You're-" I paused shaking my head in crazed laughter, "You're so much stronger than I am. You've gone through so much. So much! Way worse than I have and you can still share it with me- with the world."

Wilbur's face morphed into a frown, "But you still have the strength to smile... to make me smile," he said drunkenly. "I wasn't," he gave a small exhale, fumbling with his hands in his lap. He blinked hard before saying, "I wasn't happy before you came into my life. When I'm at work, I feel as though I'm the happiest I've been in a long time... and it's all because of you."

I was gobsmacked... and a little upset knowing I probably wouldn't remember much of this conversation in the morning. My body was swaying and my head spinning, "Wilbur I-"

"You don't have to say anything," he said with a warm smile cutting me off as he spoke, "You just needed to know."

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To this day I can't recall much else from that night. Even most of that was just how I assume my brain filled in the gaps, what I had come to believe as truth to what had happened that night. The only thing I know for a fact is that I woke up with Wilbur beside me in bed, cuddled up next to my frame.

A/N

Rip to my icy grape nic stick, she will be missed.

Anywhore, I'm alive. After a bit of health issues, I'm back and working again.

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davidfarland · 3 months

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David Farland’s Writing Tips — What Are Your Best Practices?

The art and craft of writing is mysterious. Why does one thing work for Joan and not for Dave? That’s a good question. My son Forrest helps counsel writers who are having problems, and a few weeks ago he mentioned something that he’d noticed. Time and again, he’d talk to authors who had been on fire at some point in their careers, writing away joyfully, but now found themselves stuck. So he’d ask them a few questions to find out what had changed.

The answers tended to be amazingly simple. One woman, when brainstorming a novel, used to write her notes down in a notebook and think about them. But when she switched to a word-processor, she found it hard to brainstorm. Why? Who knows. She suspected that it was because she felt more relaxed with a notebook in her hand. She didn’t have to worry about blinking cursors, power outages, and the demands of a blank screen. So Forrest’s advice was simple: use your notebook when you brainstorm.

Another man found that he just couldn’t get started. There was a time when he would get up in the morning and write in order to start the day. But now he automatically answers his emails. I could explain to him about mental states, and how writing requires him to be in the alpha state while answering his email put him in the beta state, but the answer was simple: don’t open your danged email before you write!

Another writer I know used to sit up late at night and put on acid rock while he wrote, but when he got married and had a baby, he was afraid of keeping his wife and children awake, so he switched to writing without music in the morning. Suddenly, he couldn’t find the words he wanted. The answer: he needed to listen to his own personal biorhythms and write at night. A pair of headphones solved his need for loud acid rock.

This problem strikes over and over. A few months ago, I started the Apex Writers Group. When the Covid19 pandemic hit, I noticed that a lot of writers were stressed and not producing.

I began trying to get them to huddle up and get back to work. I recognized that there are a lot of phases to writing: brainstorming, drafting, editing, and so on, and I suggested that we start “Writers Rings”. In a writers’ ring, you get several people who are writing in the same genre and have them share audiences.

But I wondered whether it would be good for them to work in close-knit groups. In addition to just advertising to each other’s audiences, I realized that they could brainstorm together, for example. So a fantasy writer living in the wilds of New Zealand could suddenly be brainstorming with other fine writers in her field, the way that Tolkien and Lewis did it in the Inklings. For those who have trouble self-starting, we could have writing sprints, so that authors can get on and maintain a writing schedule. Again, if the authors want to, they can have critique sessions where they look at one another’s works. They can even advertise together--start blogs together, share cover quotes, train each other in how to use electronic advertising well, and so on.

Suddenly my writers are killing it. I think I’ve seen them release 7 novels just in the past week, and some of the writers who’ve never completed a book are suddenly putting “the end” to their first novels.

And I noticed something yesterday: the writers who are getting the most done are the ones who are doing it all together—having brainstorming sessions, participating in sprints, critiquing together, and pushing their books together.

I hadn’t expected that, but then I got thinking. Back when I first began writing, I too joined a writing group that kept me focused and kept me writing like mad. We were all trying to figure out how to make it in the speculative fiction market. We’d challenge each other and celebrate one another’s victories. I remember how fun it was to brainstorm in groups, and how fulfilling it was to find out how well a scene worked in a critique group. Eventually I had an editor tell me to “quit wasting your time with writing groups. You’re way beyond that.” Yet, what I had been doing was working fine, so now I ask myself, why exactly did I change?

As I consider this, I can think of dozens of professional writers who are under-performing for much the same reason. They started out in a writing group, went solo, and suddenly found that their work went flat and they weren’t creating as much. In the music industry, we see singers doing this all the time. The lead singer in a band goes solo and suddenly discovers that without the drummer who was writing most of the band’s songs, he goes bust. Without the lead guitarist who was always pushing them to do more gigs, he falls out of the limelight.

So there may be group dynamics involved in many authors’ success stories. Do you find that your productivity isn’t where you would like it to be? So ask yourself, what has worked for you in the past? What best practices have you abandoned. Maybe its time to retrace your steps.

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

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monpalace · 2 years

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When the couple try not to wake (or bother) their respective roommates while having a date.

“Bärchen,” Kurt’s whisper cuts through the serene quietness of the room. His fan was running on its highest setting, making her eyes squint with the creaks of its plastic. The soft breathing that came from his nose was disrupted by his next words. “Are you still awake?”

“Hmm,” is the only response she can muster in the form of a groan. She halfheartedly wonders if the laptop in her bedside dresser managed to pick up the noise.

She doesn't need to look at him to know the blue devil is frowning. There's the sound of fabrics shifting from his side of the video call, his voice becoming the slightest bit louder. “Are you about to fall asleep, then? Mausebär, why are you still up?”

Lifting a hand from over her eyes, she glares at him. “I’m not small or a bear,” she grunts, feeling her lips make the beginnings of a pout. “you know that, Kay.”

There's the click of his mouse before complete silence comes from his end of the line. One well-placed look after an annoyingly long blink reveals Kurt with his legs curled up in his seat, the sitting portion of it twirling as he hides his face behind his book. It was one of Douglas Adams’ books— the newest one that was released the year before, she thinks. Life, the Universe, and Everything if she remembered correctly.

His tail curled around his shins, the spade-shaped end of it tapping the letters of his keyboard. Another sweep of the laptop screen shows her that he was typing in the call’s connected chatroom. His typing was slow and calculated, making sure he spelled each letter correctly.

> I’m sorry, bärchen!

> I couldn't help but laugh!

> You're cute when you're tired, you know!

Her eyes jump from the chat to the live video. His fur was still growing in, allowing her to catch the purple tint that came from his blood flowing beneath his face. His tail moved to curl around one of his legs and round itself up to his closest arm.

Reaching an arm out, she types out her response with a blank expression.

> Yeah?

> Whatever you say, angel.

> Did you mute because Peter woke up?

> Yes and yes!

Kurt’s response rips a snort from her lips, forcing her to cover her mouth to keep from waking Ororo as well. He watches with doe-eyes as she turns on her back, earbud falling from its perch. His enthusiasm and nervousness came across clearly in his single text.

> Would you like to hear again?

> If you want, sure.

> Are you just gonna read the entire time?

Kurt unmutes his computer and she's immediately met with the noises of the silver-speedster's complaints. There's kicking from his side of the dorm room as he tries to make himself comfortable on top of his blankets, sneering the entire way through.

“— like I said dude;” Peter scoffs, turning onto his stomach with a cough. His voice was faint but just clear enough to make out what he was saying. “I don’t care how you and your girlfriend spend your time together, but you could at least be less gross about it. I don’t wanna hear about—”

“I get it, Peter! I do, I promise. I didn't mean to be so loud, I’m sorry.” Kurt's apologies are as quick and as quiet as they usually are during these calls. The hand not holding his book was offering a twinkie to his roommate in hopes of peace. “Take this and pretend it never happened?”

Peter catches the sweet without issue and stares at it as though it had been the reason behind every wrong in the world. His gaze travels between it and Kurt before finally landing on the monitor of their shared computer. “Alright,” he sighs, tearing the packaging of the twinkie before throwing it away and biting off a mouthful of it.

> Tame the beast yet again?

> I don’t think he knows we know what he does early in the mornings.

The silence that follows Kurt’s message isn't long but they're able to understand each other perfectly with their long stare.

The silence is only broken when she lets out a stifled laugh, the blue devil following after.

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pixies-and-poets · 9 months

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Wow, I haven't really followed the paper mario fandom, although I loved the games. But that sounds really bad. If it's not too personal, what sort of things happened? (if it is i totally understand if you'd rather not talk about it)

Wheeew! Let me tell you a sad story. At least what I experienced from my perspective.

So, I first got into the Paper Mario fandom not long before Super Paper Mario's release. This was back on deviantArt, mostly. I adored the first two games, and when I heard about SPM, I was skeptical at first. It was more like a platformer? Why was the art style so strange? ...But when it came out, it ended up being my favorite! I knew that as soon as I finished it.

Of course, not everyone felt that way, and there were already people who didn't like SPM because of how different it was, or the story didn't resonate with them. But to be honest, I didn't interact with those people very much. I was mostly friends with other SPM fans, and at the time, if they liked that game they probably had played and liked the first two as well, or at least one. It was a happy time as far as I was concerned. Most people, even if they didn't like SPM, seemed to think it was just going to be some kind of weird spinoff and they'd get back to the traditional gameplay soon enough.

....And then years later, Sticker Star came out and its complete blankness of story and personality hit us all like a speeding truck. This is when things fell apart pretty quickly. Pretty much EVERYONE in the existing PM fandom hated it, for good reason in my opinion. This is also where I became more sharply aware that certain people had a resentment towards SPM, since it was either seen as the "beginning of the end" as far as the gameplay starting to go off the rails, OR people outright blamed the story for being too out-there and emotionally charged which caused Nintendo to put the brakes on all that and go in the complete opposite direction (which was backed up by dev comments that came out around the time).

So from here on out I started to feel more and more like a weirdo for maintaining that SPM was my favorite, and a game that means a great deal to me personally. But after Sticker Star, the PM fandom just became an irreparably damaged and bitter place. Initially, the blame was put on Miyamoto because the understanding at first was that he had mandated the PM series 1) put less emphasis on story and 2) no longer be a typical RPG, really, since the Mario & Luigi series also existed to fill that niche. There were a lot of ageist comments made about Miyamoto in particular. Over time, as more info came out, the blame largely shifted to Kensuke Tanabe.

Things only got worse when Color Splash was announced and it looked like more of the same. People said the worst things about the devs, especially the people in charge, and looked for any reason to hate the new game and wish for it to fail. Even though Sticker Star and the soon-to-be-released Color Splash didn't have many defenders of their own, a lot of the larger Mario/Nintendo fanbase began to grow tired of old-school Paper Mario fans, as they... we... started to develop a bad reputation. And with good reason! Looking back, the complaints were understandable but the behavior was often unacceptable. And you know what? I got caught up in it too. I'm not gonna pretend I was above it all. Those were easily my worst days as a fan of anything. I didn't go out of my way to be vocal or mean about it in Nintendo's replies or anything, but whenever I did bring it up personally or on my own stream or discord or whatever, I was bitter. In the past few years I've sometimes come across old comments I made that I'd cringe at now. You might think of me as someone who is largely positive and tries to focus on spreading joy and dwelling on what I love, not what I hate. But the PM fandom at that time was bad for me. Between the Sticker Star and Color Splash days, I was definitely not the kind of person I try to be now.

When Color Splash came out, I didn't even play it for a couple years. But in that time, I largely stepped away from keeping up with the fandom, and I mellowed out a lot, and continued to grow into the person I strive to be today. And then when I finally did play Color Splash in 2018..... I liked it!!! The writing, the scenarios, the general creativity and even the gameplay are just SO FAR above Sticker Star and I think most people didn't even give it a chance, and because so few people own a Wii U, it might be forever doomed for people to just assume it's a slightly better Sticker Star unless Nintendo ever ports it.

And by the time Origami King came out, I was soooo done talking about the series and debating it. I had just totally burnt out. But I was at least tentatively looking forward to the game itself. And whlie I don't love every choice made for Origami King, I liked the experience as much as Color Splash, if not more. It's a nonstop interesting game with utterly fantastic graphics and music, and further steps back in the right direction as far as characters and lore go.

And that brings us to today. There are people, sometimes people that I myself have known for years, who NEVER stepped away, who never stopped acutely feeling the pain of the Sticker Star days, and wage a campaign of complaining to Nintendo to this very day. Meanwhile, Origami King (and to a smaller extent CS and even SS- what I'd call the Real Paper Trilogy) has a sizeable fanbase of its own, especially among younger players. Oldschool PM fans tend to see fans of the newer games as simpletons who have no taste, and fans of the new games often write off people who miss the old style of PM as boomers who can't accept change and are forever bitter and annoying. And then SPM fans just kinda feel like our own thing sometimes, the black sheep of the family. But as someone who likes (almost) all the PM games, I've had people be rude to me just for talking about any side of the issue. One time I was talking about how much I liked Profesor Toad from Origami King only to have some stranger, unprompted, reply to me about how ALL OF TOK'S CHARACTERS WERE SHIT AND THEY ALL SUCKED AND HAD NO PERSONALITY and I'm like no??!!?!? That's not true!!! That's not true AT ALL! I didn't stream TOK when it came out, I wouldn't fucking dare, because when I did play Color Splash for the first time it was on stream and I had to deal with at least one person coming in and being like "why are you playing a terrible game?" despite my repeated warnings that I didn't want to get into a debate on the game's merits. And on the other side of things, I've seen people come up with the most specious arguments to claim that TTYD is actually a Bad Game because it has some backtracking or whatever and that PM as a series was never actually good. There's just... so so many frustrating things I've encountered in the fandom that I'd have to double the size of this answer, which is already a novella, to enumerate them all.

But yeah. I kinda want nothing to do with it anymore. I'm just going to keep appreciating Flavio in my own time.

#alter answers #bramble ramble #I'm not about to tag this with PM because I don't want to get into arguments lol #THIS IS JUST MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE #look how afraid I am of anyone beefing with me

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Eleven: I Think I Knew

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Lanaguage, smut, oral, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, brief ass eating, (like REALLY brief) a little angst, fluff, lying, harassment, gaslighting, praise, a little dirty talk

A/N: smuttiest chapter yet! This was so much fun to write, I ended up completely losing myself in it. Shoutout to @bisexual-horror-fan for editing and beta reading and also for helping me get this done! I was really doubting myself on this chapter and you really talked me through it and helped me do it so much. You’ll never know how grateful I am dude!

@lizey-thornberry as your wanted to be tagged.

Mickey rubbed his eyes, before his hand pulled away, now watching as I stood up, my cell clenched between my fingers a little tighter than necessary as I stared at the now blank screen. Anger and confusion shooting through my brain at a million miles an hour, heart pounding in my rib cage and palms more damp than they should be. Who the fuck was doing this? Why were they doing this? How did some stranger have my phone number?

“Dahlia, who was it?” He asked again, struggling to untwist himself from my comforter to sit beside me, running his hand over his dishevelled bed hair. Any other night I’d find how his messy dark hair fell into his eyes sexy, or how cute he looked when he was still half asleep, but not that night. No, that night I felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

“I don’t know.” I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed as I tossed my cell back onto my bedside table, “They hung up when they heard your voice, though.”

A small pause as he absorbed my words, a small cock of his head as if working out some kink in his neck, a minor clearing of his throat, his voice was clearer as he asked, “Okay? Are you implying something?”

I turned to look at him, teeth sinking into my bottom lip before letting out a sigh, turning around, so I was facing him entirely before speaking, “You know Gale Weathers’ stupid book? Sid, Randy and I were told it might be being made into a movie. If it does, it’s releasing sometime next year.”

“So…” Mickey’s voice trailed off as he looked at me expectantly, one eyebrow slightly arched.

“So, since the possibility got announced, Sidney’s been receiving a lot of weird phone calls, but they’d talk to her using that…” I swallowed a little, shaking my head, as though I was trying to shake the memory of Billy Loomis calling me using that voice, “Modulator. But they speak to her, whoever this is doesn’t actually speak to me. Just kind of breathes until they hang up.”

“Sweetheart, I think you’re overthinking this a little. How do you know it’s someone trying to prank you? It could just be someone calling the wrong number. How many of these calls have you had?”

I hesitated, looking down, so my hair covered my face and mumbling, “Five or six?”

I heard Mickey’s teeth lock together, and my head snapped up at the sound to see him staring at my wall, looking more pissed off than I’d ever seen him. “Jesus, what?”

He looked back at me, expression quickly smoothing out as he sent me a half-hearted smile, his hands moving to rest on the back of my neck as he said as softly as he could manage, “I don’t think it’s the same thing as Sidney’s getting.”

“You don’t?” I asked hopefully, hand flying up to rest over his hand, my fingers curling around his.

“No, I don’t. Maybe we should get you a new number.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I dropped my hand, picking up my cell and deciding to turn it off. Ghostface was gone, I didn’t need to live in fear anymore. Of course, with the rights to the book potentially being made into a movie, people completely detached and uninvolved are going to try and harass the survivors, it was in human nature to be curious. It was still bullshit and unfair that anyone tried it, though.

But as it would turn out, Mickey would be right. It wasn’t the same calls Sidney was receiving, or Randy for that matter.

“You’re stressed.” I felt his hands move to rest on my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest and his lips pressing gently to my pulse, making me sigh and my head fall on his shoulder. I could feel his smile against my skin and I turned my head, my forehead resting against his cheek, “This overthinking isn’t healthy, Dahl.”

“Tell me about it.” I muttered, making him chuckle under his breath, lips gently kissing my neck. I lifted my head, so I was looking at him, watching as his head tilted slightly as he took in my gaze with a questioning hum. “I really like you, Mickey.” I said softly, and he smiled at me, expression softening as he said sincerely, “I really like you too.”

Looking back now, I don’t know if he meant it, at least at that moment. But with how he looked at me, how his brown eyes softened like melting chocolate and his heart stuttered against my back as I said the words, I like to think he was telling the truth.

Before long, I was kissing him again, adjusting myself, so I was straddling him on my bed with my hands knotted in his thick, dark hair and grinding myself down against him, desperately needing him to take away the memory of that stupid phone call in a way only he could.

“Dahl- Dahl, stop.” He breathed against my mouth, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. I pulled back straight away, attempting to remove myself from him and mumbling apologies, but he quickly shook his head, his hand moving to tuck some stray hair behind my ear, “No, no. I was just um… going to ask if you wanted to try something?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him skeptically. “What?”

“We don’t have to do it, but I just wanted to do something for you. If you’re ready, no pressure.”

His smile was so charming, so beautiful, I couldn’t help but smile back. I knew already what he was implying, his eyes kept dropping down as he spoke, and I nodded my head, feeling a little nervous. This was a good way to take my mind off of stuff, and I cared about him. Cared about him more than I thought possible. It was weird, considering I hated this cocky asshole four months ago and now here he was in an instant, laid between my legs with his fingers dancing under the elastic of my panties, his brown eyes looking up at me for confirmation to which I quickly granted with a nod and a nervous smile which made him laugh again, though this time it was a little less playful and a lot more serious.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, kissing my inner thigh gently as he looked at me as if he was studying my face.

“I’m sure.” I said confidently, surprised at my own voice. It sounded different, maybe it was the excitement. Maybe it was because I could already feel how wet I was. Maybe it was because I had the man who was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen kissing my inner thigh, desperate to taste me.

He gently, slowly, pulled my panties down my legs, eyes leaving my face to settle on my pussy, his head resting gently against my thigh, his hair tickling my sensitive skin.

“Beautiful.” He said softly, and before I could respond with some kind of sarcastic come back, I felt it.

I felt his broad, flat tongue lick up my slit, making me gasp and move back instinctively, regardless of how nice it felt. He chuckled slightly, eyes darker than ever as he asked if I was okay, pulling back to look at me.

“I'm fine, I’m sorry!” I breathed, urging him to do it again, to which he obliged with a small chuckle, this time hooking his strong arms around my knees, placing them over his shoulders for better access.

His lips grazed up my thigh again, the sensation making me want to drop my head against the pillow, but I didn’t want to miss watching him.

I felt his tongue before I saw him move, he was much gentler this time, using the tip of his tongue to gently drag up my slit and stopping at my clit, softly repeating the action until I was beginning to writhe and sigh.

He smiled up at me, his fingers stroking my thigh gently as I felt his lips wrap around my clit.

“Oh!” I couldn’t help but gasp out, body jolting and my hands moving to thread through his hair as I felt his soft lips suckling at my clit, looking down at him to see his brown eyes fixed on my face.

He hummed around my clit, the gentle vibrations sending shockwaves through my body and making my back arch off the bed, my fingers tightening in his hair as I whispered out his name under my breath.

He pulled back a little, chuckling as his hand moved from my thigh to press against my stomach, forcing my ass against the bed.

“You gonna try and stay still for me?” He asked, resting his head against my leg as his fingers dragged down my torso. He pressed the pads of his forefinger against my clit, applying a small amount of pressure that made me instantly eager for more. I nodded my head, feeling myself clench around nothing, and he slid his fingers toward my hole, eyebrows raising a touch as he commented, “Look how wet you are for me. You're fucking drenched and I’ve hardly touched you. Feeling a little pent-up?” His tone was playful, teasing, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

“Do you always talk this much?” I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to push myself against his face, needing to feel more contact. His fingers were nestled just inside of me, feeling the bare heat of my arousal coating the tips of his fingers.

“What, you don’t like it when I talk to you?” His fingers moved a little, making me let out an agitated whine when it wasn’t enough.

“Mickey-“

I was cut off by the sensation of two of his fingers plunging into me, the feeling making me gasp loudly, eyes fluttering closed as my head tipped back. I could practically see his smile behind my closed lids as he curled his fingers upward, his mouth attaching back to my clit and beginning to suck indulgently and making my pussy clench his fingers tightly.

“Fuck, d-don’t stop!” I begged him, trying to remember not to move, not to adjust myself or force him to apply any more pressure. He knew exactly what he was doing, somehow already knowing my body better than I knew it myself.

He pulled his lips back for a second just to mumble, “Think I’m gonna?” before the strong tip of his tongue danced over my aching clit again, making me let out another cry of pleasure.

My heels dug into his back as I whimpered and panted out his name, feeling the tightly wound coil in my stomach about to snap. He was right, I was more pent-up and stressed out than I’d realized, and Mickey’s fingers and tongue were already starting to make it melt away, twisting the agitation into pleasure and stripping the thoughts away and turning them into nothing short of ecstasy.

I knew I wouldn’t last long the first time he did this, but how fast I was about to fall apart was fucking ridiculous.

I felt his lips abandon my clit, but his fingers didn’t stop pumping and curling as he looked up at me, watching my chest heave and my stomach tighten, unable to stop myself from arching off the bed.

“Not yet, Dahli.” I heard his voice, heard his command, but I didn’t want to listen to him. I needed this, needed to feel this. I ignored him, so fucking close, and immediately felt his fingers abandon me.

“Y-you- why the f-fuck did you-“ I stumbled over my words pathetically, forehead creasing as I clenched helplessly around nothing.

“Trust me.” His voice was even, melodic as I lifted my head to glare down at him. I opened my mouth to protest, but when my eyes touched his face, fuck. He looked more beautiful than I’d ever seen him. His lips and chin glistened in the dull light flooding in from outside with my arousal, his eyes were dark and almost manic and his wet fingers were gripping my thigh tightly, “Beg me for it.”

I let out a confused laugh, heart still hammering in my chest as I questioned him, “B-beg you for it? I’m not gonna-“

“Do you want me to make you cum?” He asked, dropping my legs from his shoulders and making me frown at him again.

I nodded my head once.

Mickey’s fingers moved again, dipping inside of me then rubbing over my clit, using my wetness as lubricant and being nowhere near as gentle this time as he repeated his words again, smiling cockily as my mouth fell open with a loud moan.

“Beg. For. It.”

I was stubborn, but I’m only fucking human.

My legs were shaking, he used his other hand to push my thigh down until it hit the mattress as he used his fingers to rub over my pussy, the action making me twitch and groan like the pathetic mess he was turning me into, the one I didn’t know I was capable of being for anyone.

I obliged him without much more prompting.

“Please- please.” I whispered.

“What? Can’t hear you.” He bent his head down, licking up a long stripe from my ass to my clit, my body jolting sharply at the action as I cursed out loudly and begged again, “Please, please let me cum! I can’t- I can’t take it.” I rambled out pleas and begged him incessantly, on and on, a fucking broken record, until he smiled up at me, moving his hand to my other thigh and forcing my legs as far apart as I could manage.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He said softly, and before I could respond, his mouth was attached to my clit and he sucked.

“Oh, fuck.” I practically shouted as his mouth and tongue attacked my clit, sucking forcefully and harshly, the pressure so good it was almost painful. It is that kind of burning sensation that makes it impossible to string together a sentence, that makes my eyes unfocus and numb tingling pins and needles radiate in my limbs. My hands yanked and pulled at his hair before finding his shoulders, my nails digging into his back and cutting into his soft flesh, making him hiss and moan against my throbbing cunt, urging him on to suck harder, his tongue dancing across me.

He pulled back for the briefest of moments to nod up at me before continuing, I took the nod as permission and I came. God, at long last I came, and I came harder than I ever had before on his face, almost sobbing out his name as my body shook and spasmed as I felt the coil completely snap and with it, me as well. Throat felt thick and heavy, eyes felt glassier and wetter than they should, hips moving the smallest amount, wringing out every single bit that I could on his mouth.

Mickey kept going, even after I tried pushing his head away. I felt his tongue move to dip into my cunt, practically drinking my juices as I continued to twitch and writhe under him and had to beg him to stop.

He did stop, when he was done, not when I wanted him to be. Something about it was so hot, the fact that even this act that was meant for my pleasure was still done in so many ways on his explicit terms, making me beg and not stopping until he had his fill. He was lifting his head from between my legs and smiling at me, not bothering to wipe his mouth before he crawled up on top of me, his lips attaching to mine. I moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue and mouth, unable to not notice how hard he was as he pressed himself against my thigh.

“Good girl, Dahli.” He said softly against my mouth, the praise making me preen from under him and press my bare core over his clothed erection. He let out a faltering grunt as I did so before pulling his head away, his hand coming up to press against my shoulder and push me into the bed. “Not tonight, I know you’re not ready.”

“I’m not,” I confirmed, my voice still trembling before I quickly added on, “But I want to… Help.”

His eyebrows furrowed a little before he caught on, eyes widening in realization.

“You really don’t have to, baby.” His forehead rested against mine as he spoke, and I could feel him against my bare pussy through his briefs, throbbing and hot. I knew I wanted to, I wanted to more than anything.

My shaking hands pushed against his shoulders and he moved off me, rolling onto his back, so I could move on top of him, my hands resting on his chest as I knelt over him, my knees either side of his thighs.

“Let me.” I insisted, and he raised his hands, palms up, and grinned up at me.

I wanted to return the favour. He made me feel the best I’d ever felt. I know he’d had more than his fair share of girls do this for him, but I didn’t care. I knew he cared about me, in his way anyway, and I knew how long it had been for him.

I edged down the bed, fingers tugging down his briefs quickly before I lost my confidence. He raised his hips to help me and I quickly discarded them to the side and my teeth bit down into my bottom lip as I sucked in an uneasy breath when I took him in.

It dawned on me that I’d never seen Mickey completely naked until that moment, and if I'm being honest I was mad that it had taken me this long, especially after seeing what he was packing.

Mickey was a solid seven inches, above average and slightly intimidating in terms of thickness. I knew not all dicks looked the same, just as not all pussies looked the same, but I doubted anyone in the world had one as pretty as his, not that I’d ever want to find out regardless.

“Are you okay?” I glanced up at him, he looked a little concerned. He sat up in my bed, leaning toward me and pressing his hand against my cheek gently, reiterating that I didn’t have to if I wasn’t ready.

I shook my head with a small smile, my hand moving up to press over his. “I want to.” I said softly, my other hand moving between us to gently grasp his length, laughing a little as he jumped at the feeling of my cold hands and I whispered, “I’m sorry,” before pressing my lips against his for a second.

He knew I was nervous, but guessed as to why incorrectly. I had no idea what I was fucking doing. He caught on fairly quickly, though, his back resting against my headboard and his hands moving to settle in my hair as I experimentally slid my hand upward from his base.

I heard his breath hitch, his fingers tightening a little, and I smiled, “Like that?”

He laughed a little, eyes fixed on my hand, and he nodded, “Yeah, like that. Don’t be scared to add a little pressure.”

I did so, flexing my fingers and silently relishing in the soft hum that left his mouth.

“Give me your hand.” He took my hand off him, bringing it to his mouth where he kissed my palm before licking it, from the bottom of my palm to the ends of my fingers while looking into my eyes, and carefully settling it back around his cock, nodding his head for me to continue.

Fuck, why was that so hot?

I wanted this now, more than before. I continued to gently pump his cock in my hand, watching his reactions carefully as his chest unsteadily rose and fell, and his hand fell out of my hair as he settled between his legs, still carefully moving my hand as I softly licked over his tip.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling encouraged as I moved off the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked curiously, eyes opening when he felt my hand leave him, adjusting himself, so he was now sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor, I dropped to my knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his as one of my hands rested on his thigh and the other held his length in my hand.

“I want to do this right. You’ll tell me if I'm doing it wrong, right?”

“Sweetheart, how many ways do you think there are to suck a dick? Do whatever feels right, don’t worry. I’ll talk you through it.” His eyes were dark, dripping with arousal. He felt painfully hard and hot in my hand, throbbing from lack of stimulation, and all I wanted was to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.

I didn’t respond, instead tentatively taking him into my mouth, my hand sliding down to his base as I took in as much of him as I could. I hummed around his length, eyes open and watching his face as I slowly began to bob my head. I’d seen porn, I wasn’t entirely clueless. But this was completely different, and I was surprised to find how much I enjoyed feeling his pulsing, hot cock filling up my mouth.

“Jesus, fuck!” Mickey gasped out, hand falling into my hair and gripping it tightly. I felt him tense a little as my tongue made contact with his cock, and he said softly, “God, you look so fucking good right now. Grip it a little harder, it’s okay, you don’t have to be so gentle- fuck.”

His fingers pulled at my hair a little as I experimentally took him a little further, gagging softly as his dick touched the back of my throat. His hips unconsciously bucked, making me splutter a little around him, and he began apologizing, “Shit, Dahli, I’m sorry.”

I wanted to roll my eyes at him, here he was, telling me I didn’t have to be so gentle with him, and he was doing the same with me. I wasn’t glass, I wasn’t going to break.

I tried to get myself into a rhythm, my hand moving along with my mouth as he cursed a little, praising me as he told me, “Your mouth's so fucking hot, fuck baby.”

He was holding back, something he clearly wasn’t used to doing. I could tell, and I really didn’t want him to. I knew I was inexperienced, and I also knew that that knowledge is what turned him on even more, his hands were resting on my head, his eyes fixed on mine as I gradually grew more confident.

“It’s good, fuck. Relax your throat a little, breathe through your nose and- Oh, God.” I did as he told me, then being able to take him down my throat and make him tense as I did so. I gagged softly around his cock, my fingernails digging into his thigh as I did so.

He couldn’t seem to help himself, pushing my head down roughly while his head fell back, making me choke and splutter again as he took me by surprise.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, here I- I’ll- hands up here, see,” his hands left my hair, raising them as if in surrender. I wanted to laugh, but I just rolled my eyes up at him as he continued to talk, “-Just, Christ, please don’t fucking stop, your mouth is so-“

His voice trailed off as I continued to suck and squeeze my fingers around him, finally finding my pace as I took him eagerly down my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking slowly, from his base up to his leaking tip.

“You’ve done this before, fuck, you must have.” He commented, hands falling to rest on the mattress, “You don’t gotta rush, baby, take your time-“

It was obvious he was worried, I could tell by his strained tone that he was afraid of doing the wrong thing, afraid of pushing me too far. I also knew I was not giving the best head he’d ever had. But I knew him, I knew that because he cared about me, this was different for him, more intimate.

I pulled him from my mouth, looking up at him and saying, “Mickey, I’m fine, shut up,” before grabbing his hands and placing them back into my messed up hair, taking him back into my mouth hungrily, hearing him laugh down at me breathlessly.

He mumbled something I didn’t quite hear under his breath, something like, “Hungry little whore,” but I ignored him. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue as I continued to blow him, growing more and more confident by the second before he let out a loud grunt, beginning to slowly grind his hips against my mouth, halting when my nose touched his pubic bone.

I knew he was close.

“Fuck, Dahlia.” He whispered, hands holding onto my hair so hard it was a surprise he didn’t rip it out from the roots as he gasped out my name a few more times, his hips gently grinding against my face. Without warning, I felt the hot ribbons squirting into my mouth, filling it up rapidly with the salty taste. I reminded myself to breathe through my nose as he came, trying to swallow carefully, but some spills from around his cock and out my mouth, dribbling down my chin, my eyes beginning to sting with tears as he finished.

“Fuck, baby.” His hands let go of my hair and I pulled him out of my mouth, looking up at him proudly.

“Look at you, all proud of yourself.” Mickey’s voice was a little breathless as smiled down at me, his thumb wiping my cheeks and chin gently, “Come up here and kiss me.”

“But you just… you know, in my mouth.” I protested, struggling to my feet, so I could go and brush my teeth.

He rolled his eyes, pulling me to him by my hips as he mumbled, “Don’t fucking give a shit,” and pulled my head down to his, pressing his lips to mine roughly, his blunt fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned against his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled me on top of him, my legs wrapping around his waist as his tongue swirled around my mouth hungrily, tasting himself and sighing softly before pulling back to look at me carefully, eyes still bright and almost manic.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand brushing some of my hair from my eyes as I nodded, a shameless grin on my face.

“I’m better than okay, Mickey.” I confirmed, pressing my forehead against his, “That was amazing.”

“It was.” He agreed, his eyes fluttering closed before he continued, “I’m glad I’m able to make you feel better.”

I hesitated for a moment, pulling back to look at his face, my hand trailing across his cheekbone. He hummed softly at the contact, eyes remaining closed and his fingers dancing across my back.

I think at that moment, I knew I loved Mickey. I knew just how much I adored him, craved him and just how far I’d be willing to go for him, but I didn’t say it.

Maybe it was a fear of not knowing if he loved me too, a part of me remaining scared and doubtful that any of this was real, so I kept my mouth shut.

Or maybe I was terrified that if I said it, it would be true, and I’d be opening myself up to have my heart completely shattered by the person who’d been the one to put it back together again.

#here’s chapter 11!#I’m loving how this is progressing #chapters will be gradually getting more intense #and a lot more smutty #they’re so down bad for each other #it’s pathetic #his perfect victim #mickey altieri #dahlia levine #mickey altieri smut #mickey altieri x dahlia levine

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