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loubouskz · 1 year

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Could you please do a skz Bangchan ff when he bringing you home to meet his mum and dad but he gets horny and convinces you to do it saying that the walls are thick and that they are out by the pool but what’d you know you get caught ( doesn’t have to be exactly like that but yeah you get the point) (also daddy kink and slight impregnating kink) THANK YOU 💟💟💟

you two have fun?

(bang chan x reader)

description: where chan convinces you that the walls are thick and that his parents won't hear you guys because they are out by the pool.

warning: SMUT!, oral fem receiving, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight impregnation kink, creampie, fluff and cuddles at the end

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I had re-wrote this 3 times, bc each time i didn't like how I wrote it and the funny thing is. what you requested are my favorite things so i wanted it to be good. lol but it's done now and I'm happy with it! but I hope I did your request justice!♡

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we have been here in australia for 2 days now seeing and spending time with chan’s family. and my first time meeting them, which was very nerve-wracking. we are staying with them in chan’s old room. i was laying on the bed, after spending the day traveling to places chan spent most of his time(the beach) and seeing, and meeting, old friends of his that he hasn’t seen in awhile.

“hey baby.” chan said as he entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “hi channie.” i said, glancing at him before turning back to my phone. he walked over and climbed into bed and placed his body on mine. snuggling his head into my neck. “what are you doing?” he mumbled into my neck. the heat of his breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine. “just scrolling through twitter.” i said, making him hum.

after that, we sat in silence just enjoying the quiet time we were having. having a nice time all alone. i turned off my phone and placed it on the bed-side table. putting my arms around chan, one on his back and one in his curls. “i love you.” he whispered, placing a sweet kiss on my collarbone. “i love you too.” i replied back, nuzzling my head into his.

chan started kissing my collarbone up to my neck, sucking gently on the spots he knew would make me squirm. “chan, stop. they could hear us.” I breathed out, slightly pulling his hair to lift his head up. “they’re not, they are out by the pool right now.” he said as he placed his lips on mine. i moaned as his tongue pushed my lips apart and entered my mouth. i ran my hands down to his chest and pushed him up. “what if they come back in and or enter this room?” i asked, looking up at him. “they aren’t coming in for while. plus, the walls are thick and the door is locked.” chan said, looking back at the door. i looked at that way and sure enough the door was locked.

chan turned his head back to me, “so can we continue?” he asked, dragging his hands down the side of my body. grabbing my legs and pulling them apart to lay in between them. pressing his hard-on right against me. i bit my lip at the pressure. “you are 100% positive?” i asked as he slowly pushed up my shirt. “yes, trust me.” he said with a smile. “okay.” i sighed out and brought my arms up so he could remove my shirt. once it was off, chan kissed down my chest, down my stomach. i undid my bra as he took off my sweats and underwear i was wearing.

“fuck, you look are beautiful. you know that?” he said, grabbed ahold of my legs. leaving an open kiss just above where i wanted him. “yes. you tell me everyday.” i said, rolling my hips up. chan slapped my inner thigh and held them down. “we got time baby.” he said, leaning his head down and kissing my clit. “please.” i whined, pushing my hands through his hair. “please what y/n.” chan said, with narrow dark eyes. “please daddy.” i whispered, just enough for him to hear it. “good girl.” he said, licking up my slit before inclosing his lips around my clit. i moaned out, arching my back.

chan alternated from lightly sucking and circling around, making me pull his hair hard. he moaned, the vibrations making their way up my body. he removed one hand from my thigh and brought it to my entrance. slowly pushing two fingers into my cunt. i loudly moaned as he picked up the pace quickly.

“cum for me pretty baby.” chan said, curling his fingers on my g-spot. my mind went blank as i felt pleasure course through my body. my breathe becoming caught in my body. the only word able to leave my body, “daddy.”

“so good for me.” chan said, helping me get through my orgasm. i let go of chan’s hair and grabbed his arms, pulling at them. chan climbed back over my body and kissed my lips. his arms on each side of my head.

“more.” i whined against his lips. i dragged my hands down his body, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up his body. once it was off, i began leaving tender kisses only i could see on his chest. my hands finally made their way to his shorts and pulled them off the best i could. chan pushed up and sat up, working his shorts and underwear off.

chan laid back on me gently as my hand grabbed his dick. “fuck baby.” he groaned out as i started to pump him. “i love you.” he breathed out kissing my lips. “i love you too.” i mumbled, as pressed him against me and rolled my hips up. using my wetness as a form of lube, making him slick. chan sigh and hid his head in my neck, “not too much y/n.” he said.

“i want you in me. please daddy.” i whined into his ear. chan let a loud groan before sitting up again, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me further down the bed. the back of my thighs met the top of his. he lined his dick at my entrance and pushed in. i threw my head back with a moan of his name. hitting all the right places, filling me up nicely.

“you always take me so well baby.” chan moaned out, bringing his hands to my sides and digging his nails in. i opened my eyes and looked at him, taking in his beauty as he did the same. no words were said as he began to slowly thrust into me, just our moans and sighs. i grabbed onto his forearms as the speed increased but the pace stayed the same- hard.

“channie!” i moaned out as he thrust deep inside me, kissing my cervix with his tip. “god, i love the way this cunt wraps around me.” he said, throwing his head back before looking back down at me. “how you feel baby?” chan asked me. “so good!” i cried out. “yeah?” chan asked with a smirk, “like the way i fuck you so deep and hard?”

“yes.” i whispered, clenching around him. “fuck, yes what baby?” chan asked, laying his body on top of mine. “yes daddy.” i said, looking into his eyes. chan shivered, smashing his lips against mine, a messy one that was mainly teeth.

the slapping wet sounds were heavy in the room as our highs were coming. “oh god.” i screamed out as chan started hitting my g-spot. “daddy.” i said, getting his attention. “what baby?” he asked, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowed down a bit. “wanna cum.” i cried as i felt my high shaking my body. “go ahead baby.” he said, speeding back to his original pace and speed.

my arms wrapped around his body, my hands tightly holding his back. i threw my head back as my body let go, convulsing around him. “oh fuck.” chan said as he thrusts became sloppy. he dug his head back into my neck as his high was coming. “wanna it.” i whispered into his hair. chan whined. “wanna it where baby?” he asked, clinging to my body. “in me, please daddy.” i said, making chan moan loudly.

he pushed himself up, hands on either side of my head. “want me to cum in you?” chan asked, as he brought hips thrusts to a painfully slow speed but still hitting hard into me. “fill you up so nicely? deep inside?” chan questioned further. i nodded my head as i clawed at his back. “maybe put a baby in you?” he asked, tilting his head a bit. “please put a baby in me chris.” i said, knowing if i said his name he would break. “fuck.” he whined as i clenched around him making him speed up his sloppy thrusts.

with every thrust he moaned, falling back onto his forearms. until finally he pushed deep inside with his last thrust. cumming hard and so much. chan continued with small thrusts till he was done. he laid his head down on my chest for a few minutes as we caught our breaths.

chan pulled out with a hiss. i closed my eyes and turned over. “ah baby, come on. let’s go clean up.” he said, putting an arm around my waist and pulled me up.

we put our clothes back on and left his room, since he didn’t have a bathroom in his bedroom. once we were done, chan held my hand as we headed to the kitchen to grab water and a snack. chan grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and filled them up. he handed one to me. as we relaxed, drinking our water. his parents walked in.

“hi.” chan said as he put down his glass. his mom nodded to us, grabbed what she needed and left. i gave a questioning look of why she didn’t say anything. chan’s dad leaned up against the counter and chuckled.

“you two have fun?” chan’s dad asked. i nearly spat out my water and dropping the glass, turning my head towards chan. his face a bright red color and sly smile, scratching the back of his head. i looked at my glass not wanting to make eye contact with his dad. his dad patted chan’s shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t speak about it again. just keep it down next time.” he said before leaving the kitchen.

i put my glass down and turned my body to chan, crossing my arms over my chest. “i love you.” chan said shyly. “un-uh. yeah. no more for a month.” i said, walking out of the kitchen. as i pasted him, he smacked my ass before trapping me in his embrace.

“yeah like you could last that long away from my-” before he could finish, i wiggled myself out and ran to his room with my face burning up. chan entered the room with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry." he said. I sighed, "it's fine, but really. I've known them for barely two days chan. I feel so embarrassed." I said laughing. "i am too! I was being honest when I said they were out by the pool. they just must have came in sooner than I thought." chan said.

"let's just pretend that didn't happen." chan said, climbing back into bed. "like what just happened?" I said with a smirk, following him into bed. "like my rents didn't ju- oh wait." he said, before facepalming making me laugh.

"let's nap channie." I said, cuddling up to him. "yeah, that sounds nice right now." he said wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 1 year

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“you can call me on my phone i’ll run to you, you won’t ever have to Sleep Alone”

“but if you want it you can have it, you can have me in full”

synopsis// the lines between platonic and romantic become even more blurred for you, if possible, when you realize your best friend truly would do anything for you.

pairing// maki zenin x gn!reader

word count// 1.8k

contents// ages arent specified but everyone is adults, angst if you squint maybe, ooc maki/soft maki, hurt/comfort?, mentions of nightmares

notes// YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER WATERPARKS SONG LMFAOOOO. i cannot be stopped but cmon its sleep alone!! sleep alone supremacy!! my fav!!! also also this was supposed to be wayyyy more light hearted n then it suddenly got kinda deep for a moment idk how that happened... anyways do ppl even read maki ff?

Nightmares were nothing new to you; you had them quite frequently, if not all the time, and your best friend had repeatedly told you to call her when they occurred, and she would be more than willing to come and comfort you. But how could you do that? You couldn't for two reasons.

The first being that your best friend was Maki, and she wasn't much of a touch person (or really a people person in general), which is all you wanted in those moments: to be held. and two, that your best friend was Maki. the girl you are quite literally in love with. Is it silly to be in love with the oh-so independent girl who demands to do things herself? Yes, very much so, and you know that considering you’re the exact opposite. Neither of which is a bad thing; it just makes things difficult— well it would if you two were dating, you think.

Tonight was just like any other night: you got yourself comfy in bed, scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before texting a sweet little goodnight to Maki, who quickly replied back, wishing you sweet dreams; it was just like any other night, nightmares included. which is why you woke up in a cold sweat, practically panting; the only thing illuminating your room was the moon.

Once you had slightly calmed down, you sat up and grabbed your phone. You flinched away from the bright screen until your eyes could adjust, finally seeing that it was around two a.m. You sighed as you unlocked your phone and called Maki. You constantly refused her offer of coming over at times like this, but you always accepted her offer of calling; you’d take what you could get— which could be quite literally everything you want, but alas, you’re not aware of that yet.

Maki hums over the line. “Hey, you ok?”

You hum back. “nightmare.”

Maki clears her throat. “I’ll call you back in, like, ten minutes, maybe, ok?”

You go wide-eyed at her statement, and you can feel your heart drop a bit. Were you bothering her? “I'm sorry, are you busy?”

“Yeah, something like that, but i promise we’ll talk ok?" Maki says goodbye almost too eagerly before hanging up.

You sigh and practically throw your phone back onto your side table as you flop back down in bed. You knew this day would come, where she’d get annoyed with how you called almost every night, with how you weren’t as self-sufficient as she was, and besides, what could she be doing at two in the morning? You don't know how long you lay there staring at your ceiling, feeling like you wanted the world to swallow you whole, but you know it's been awhile. You probably would have stayed like that until morning if it hadn't been for the knock on your front door bringing you back to your senses.

Your feet dragged as you begrudgingly made your way toward the door, opening it only to see Maki there with a slight tired smile on her face as she held a bag full of things you couldn't quite make out in one hand. Standing there in your pjs, you suddenly felt very vulnerable; yes, she's your best friend, but you didn't want her to see you like this, see you as a person? It would complicate things, complicate your feelings even further. Your face feels hot and blue as the two of you stand there in silence for a few moments.

“Are you gonna let me in?” she asks flatly with a slight tilt of her head.

You don't say anything; you just move out of the way and let her in, and she walks toward your room as if she'd been here before, which she hasn't.

“Maki, what are you doing here?” you ask in disbelief as she sits on your bed.

“Well, I had a feeling you’d call, and I don't know; I thought it would be better for you if I was actually here, right?” She speaks so softly to you, which isn't much of a surprise; Maki was softer in general with you than she was with other people, and it always leaves you with butterflies, it always leaves you with a hope you know you shouldn’t entertain for your own sanity.

“You could’ve told me,” you huff as you sit next to her on the bed.

Maki laughs slightly. “Why, so you can tell me not to come? Yeah, right," she says jokingly.

You hum in agreement; she’s right; you'd never willingly let her come. “So what’s in the bag?”

Maki looks at the bag in her hand briefly before placing it on your side table. “Just some snacks; I wasn’t really sure what we’d do when I got here…”

You hum sleepily; you weren’t sleepy a few seconds ago, so why now? Why does just being around Maki soothe you like a lullaby?

“Or we can lay down,“ she adds when she realizes how droopy your eyes are getting now.

You don't try to protest her suggestions; you're too tired at this point, and your sole wish is just to lay down with her. You nod and get up to turn off the light you had turned on earlier when you heard the door. While you're up, Maki gets herself comfortable on the far side of the bed, and you quickly join her. The two of you lay there stiffly on your backs, and although you were sleepy and happy in her presence, it's not enough; you need to feel her, be held by her.

“Maki?” you question meekly.

“Yeah?” she hums.

“You can totally say no, but, um, do you think you could hold me?” You ask nervously as you fidget with your hands.

Maki turns her head to look at you and doesn’t say anything; she just smiles sweetly at you while she lifts her arm, which you can see from your peripheral vision; she’s giving you access to lay on her. You look at her wide-eyed briefly before practically scrambling to get your head on her chest, your arm draping over her torso as she brings hers back down to rest on your back. You two lay still for a few moments before she starts to rub her hand up and down your back soothingly, an action she never thought would come naturally to her, yet here she is, and she has to say it might be the best feeling in the world—even better than proving her “family” wrong.

"Y/N, how come you’ve never let me come over before?” She asks out of the blue, fingers still trailing up and down your back, which, along with the question, sends shivers down your spine that you hope she can’t feel.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m embarrassed?” You murmur against her.

“Embarrassed?” she asks, clearly confused.

You groan slightly. “Haven’t you ever noticed how different we are?”

Maki tilts her head down slightly to look at you, eyes and eyebrows narrowing at you in confusion. “what?”

“You’re so self-sufficient, so independent, and I’m what? can’t go a night without a nightmare? need you there for me every night?” You respond back almost bitterly, disgusted by your own needs.

maki scoffs. "Y/N, you might be more “independent” than I am.”

“what? "How—I mean, look, you're here because of me!” you exclaim.

“Did you ask me to be here?” she asks.

you frown. “well no but-“

She cuts you off. “Have you ever asked me to be here?”

“no…” you reply quietly, unaware of where she’s going with this.

“exactly! You deal with all your shit by yourself, even when I’ve made it abundantly clear that I’m more than willing to be here for you. maybe you aren’t independent because you want to be, but you’re still independent,” she states matter-of-factly.

“Isn’t being independent a good thing?” You ask quietly, your voice shaking slightly.

She shrugs slightly, as much as she can with you on top of her. “To an extent, but you can be independent and still let me be here for you; they aren’t mutually exclusive.”

You nuzzle your face into her and sigh. This is nice—nicer than you could’ve ever expected. Cuddling with Maki while she rubs her hand up and down your spine, comforting you in more ways than one, is something you could only dream about, but your dreams don’t even come close to this; the real thing is so much better. and suddenly you're clutching her shirt as words fly out of your mouth faster than you can keep up.

“Maki, I like you,” you murmur against her considering your face is practically shoved into her, almost like you're trying to become one with her, which to be honest, you kinda are.

She stifles a laugh. “i know.”

You shake your head and reiterate, “No, I like you.”

She hums and repeats, “I know.”

You blink a few times before you abruptly lift your head to look at her. “wait what?”

She nods and smiles at you. “Oh yeah, I’ve known for a long time.”

“How?” you exclaim.

“You’re very obvious,” she replies nonchalantly.

“And- And you’re okay with it?” You ask nervously, this was not how you were expecting your night to go at all. You were expecting to just call Maki for a little bit until you inevitably felt like you were bothering her and hung up, but not before she tells you she’s more than willing to go over, but you say no, and then you’d stare out your window until you eventually fell back asleep and maybe or maybe not get woken back up from another nightmare. That’s how you were expecting this night to go.

“Of course I’m okay with it; I like you too, moron,” she replies back playfully.

You try to stop your mouth from dropping open, but to no avail; you’re absolutely shocked. You would have never guessed that she liked you back—okay, maybe you could considering how soft she was with you compared to everyone else, but that’s just how best friends are, right? Oh my god, are you seriously trying to convince yourself that she still sees you as just a friend when she just confessed otherwise? you’re insane.

Sometime while you were lost in thought, staring at Maki with your jaw dropped, she brought her free hand that wasn’t caressing your back up and shut your jaw for you, her hand on your face quickly bringing you back to earth.

You clear your throat and blink a few times before stumbling over your words, “So, uh, um, what now?”

She hums and pretends to think for a moment.

“Well, I think now you won’t ever have to sleep alone.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

“If you tell anyone about me cuddling you, I’ll kill you, by the way,” she adds on not even a few moments later.

You giggle before littering kisses on her face, speaking through the kisses, “Yeah, I know.”

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mykneeshurt · 7 months

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Rain

Soap x F!reader

For @glitterypirateduck October challenge!

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut

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The sky was black. Thunder crashed in the sky and the horizon was lit up by lightening. Flashes of brilliant white, gold, purple. Normally thunderstorms were one of your favourite things to witness, but not today. Your piece of shit car had broken down. Again. In this shitty ass weather. On a piece of shit B road in the middle of the countryside.

Luckily there was a small verge you were able to pull into, so at least you wouldn’t get hit by a rouge tractor. But there was the small issue of how to get home, and the even bigger issue of the car. You couldn’t leave it here. Whipping out your phone you text your older brother, there was only five years between you, but you were best friends.

- Need a favour, you in work?

- Yeah in work, closing up soon. What’s up?

- Car broke down. B4520. Help!

- How long I been telling you to fix that piece of shit. Ffs. Will send a tow truck, sit tight. Prick x

- Thanks fuck face x

The rain was was so heavy you could easily see the individual droplets as they fell from the sky. Looked like the storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. Sighing you got comfortable in the car and scrolled on your phone.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when a knock at your window made you jump. ‘Fuck sake! You’re such a dickhead!’ You yelled, dropping your phone. Looking up you anger soon turned to embarrassment, your cheeks suddenly felt hot.

It wasn’t your brother. It was his best friend. John fucking McTavish.

Opening the car door you leapt out, ‘oh my god Johnny! I’m so sorry! Fuck!’ Your voice was flustered, cheeks still burning even in the cool rain. To your surprise he was laughing. ‘That’s alright hen. Tommy sent me instead, he got caught up with a customer.’ He pulled you into a tight hug. You’d known him years, he and your brother had been best friends since childhood. But he went off to join the SAS, he did visit every time he came home though.

The rain poured down on both of you, soaking you both through and through. You watched as he fastened the car to the truck, watching his muscles ripple, how they bulged with each movement. How the rain dripped off the top of his nose. How it soaked his mohawk and ran down his neck. How he muttered to himself, how he chewed his jaw, his lips.

Inadvertently you clenched your thighs together, a new found heat pooling in your core. You’d always found him attractive, but this was a new sensation. Something deeper, something that felt primal. ‘Seen somethin interesting?’ He asked, not even looking in your direction, still completely focused on the task at hand. ‘Hm?’

‘You’ve been starin at me for the last ten minutes. Seen somethin you like?’ He flashed his ethereal blue eyes in your direction.

‘Oh … um sorry. Long day’ you tried desperately to play it off. You’d been caught. Fuck. He finished what he was doing and walked behind you to the cab door. Opening it he gestured you inside ‘ladies first.’

The cab was dry and warm, the radio hummed in the background. He climbed into the cab and the engine roared to life. ‘I’ll take you home hen. Don’t want you to catch a cold.’ You smiled to yourself as you played with your fingers. ‘Thanks Johnny. Christ, I can’t wait to have a shower. You can have one too if you want. I got some spare clothes.’

‘Spare clothes? What your brothers? Weird.’

Giggling you smacked his arm, ‘no! My ex’s, he left a few things and I never got round to getting rid of them.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that. I thought it was all going well.’

Shrugging you leant your head against the window, ‘PAH! Nah, he was prick. Bad temper. So, I broke it off.’ He reached over and squeezed your knee, ‘I’m sorry. No one deserves to be treated like that,’ he glanced over towards you ‘especially you.’

Your cheeks were hotter than hell itself, butterflies raged in your stomach at his statement. ‘How long are you home for?’ You asked, desperate to change the conversation. ‘Few weeks’ he replied, his tone short and abrupt. Feeling the atmosphere change you decided not to reply, instead choosing to watch the countryside pass you by.

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After a short while he pulled to a stop in front of your house, you felt a gentle push on your shoulder. Opening your eyes you hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep. Stretching you moaned softly as you extended your limbs, a sweet burn pulling on your aching muscles.

He remained staring a head, gripping the wheel. The atmosphere felt different and you couldn’t put your finger on why. ‘Johnny?’ You asked, concern laced in your voice. Sighing he shifted in his seat, resting his arm on the head rest. ‘I meant what I said. Before.’

You chest instantly seized, breath lost in your lungs as you tried to make sense of what he was confessing. ‘What did you mean?’ You asked, averting your gaze.

‘That you didn’t deserve how your ex treated you. You deserve more than that.’

‘What are you saying?’ You desperately tried to keep your composure but it was slipping. Fast.

He placed his hand in your knee again, quickly looking away before holding your gaze again. ‘I like you. Always have.’

You felt completely speechless. You were friends. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Panicking you jumped out of the truck, back into the humid rain. Fumbling in your bag you tried desperately to find your keys. Why did you have so much shit in there!? You heard another door slam and your body froze. You didn’t want to have this conversation. Not with him.

You eventually managed to get the door open, rushing in you ran to the kitchen. Forgetting to close the door.

Bracing yourself on the sink tears fell. Panic surged through your system as you felt yourself begin to shake.

The door shut, slow heavy foot steps approached the kitchen, making a dull thud as his boots hit the wooden floor. ‘I … what’s wrong? Why’re you upset?’ Letting out a heavy breath to calm yourself you turned to face him. ‘You don’t get to say that,’ you whispered harshly. ‘You don’t get to say that when you’re shipping off again in two weeks. You don’t get to say that and then leave me! You don’t.’

You were shaking. From anger? From fear? From the wet clothes? You weren’t sure. Deep down you knew you felt the same, there was always a spark when you were together, especially since your early 20s.

‘Why? I know you feel it too.’

‘Like I said, you’re leaving. You don’t get me to make me feel like this and go!’

He approached slowly. Very slowly. Like he was approaching a wounded animal. ‘Feel like what?’

‘Like I want this’ you sighed dropping your head, ‘like I want … you.’

The tips of his boots entered your vision as he closed in on your space. A thumb grazed your jaw ‘look at me,’ he whispered. Reluctantly you lifted your head, your eyes meeting with his. The kitchen had never felt so small. Your heart ricocheted around your ribs, every muscle in your body now tight.

‘What?’ You muttered. Eyes dropping to his lips.

Instead of speaking he dropped his jaw and placed his lips on yours, softly as first. His lips were tender and gentle, you kissed him back, still stood frozen in place. Your heart drummed in your ears as you allowed yourself to sink into the kiss.

Pulling away he cupped your face smiling to himself, ‘if I’m gonna kiss you, you need to breathe.’ Finally releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding you giggled under your breath. ‘Oh, sorry.’

This time you kissed him, smiling as you did so. His hands dropped to your waist, as yours wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You slipped your tongue over his bottom lip, opening his mouth he inhaled you. Inhaled your presence, every fibre of you, every smell, every taste. He pawed at your ass, deepening the kiss as he forced you against the counter.

Gasping into his mouth you hissed, in a swift movement he helped you hop onto the counter. Spreading your legs you welcomed his hips in between your thighs. The kiss fastened, hungry breaths exchanged with each kiss. Your wet clothes coming together as he dropped his kisses to your neck, staining your skin. ‘Fuck’ you sighed as you rested your head against the cabinet.

Growling into your skin he pulled you closer to him, your cunt now pressing against his rich hard erection. ‘God, is that all for me?’ You panted, rolling your hips into him.

‘All for you pretty girl’ he breathed nipping at your collar bone. You raked your nails on his scalp, his neck, his back. ‘Take it off … fuck … now’ you said pulling at his top.

Within seconds his saturated top was thrown on the floor, making a satisfying slap. His body was warm, but still wet, his muscles glistened in the dim light of the kitchen as he moved. You’d never seen anything so beautiful, like he was carved by Michelangelo himself.

You pulled him back in, instead kissing his neck this time. His pulse raged beneath his skin caressing your lips, he moaned softly in your ear as he rolled his hips into yours. Nipping his heat you breathed softly ‘fuck me Johnny.’

‘Fuckin hell’ he whimpered, voice nearly breaking. ‘Need you … please’ you whispered in between kisses.

The sound of his belt buckle rung out followed by the rip of your panties. He hunched your summer dress around your waist as he slipped his cock into your hungry pussy. You cradled the back of his head as he held your waist, moans intertwining as he filled you completely.

He buried himself in your neck, moving rhythmically, the counter barely holding the weight of you both. You held onto the counter as he fucked you, fingertips barely holding on. He gripped onto you, his fingers digging into your muscle, bruising, consuming.

Your bodies moved together as one, shared moans, gasps, pants. The rain still poured outside, hitting the window pane, while your best friends brother fucked you in your kitchen. ‘Shit Johnny’ you whined as he slowed his thrusts down, making them tantalisingly slow. Making sure you felt every inch of him in your pretty little cunt.

‘Like that? … fuck …. Feel so good’ his voice cracked as he panted. ‘Just like that’ you replied digging your nails into his back. Letting go of your waist he thumbed your clitoris, adding the exact amount of pressure. A deep guttural moan bubbled up from your chest. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to approach.

And fast.

‘Don’t stop … shit … don’t stop.’

‘Cum for me sweetheart, lemme feel you. Lemme feel this cunt cum for me.’ His words were utterly filthy, but that drove you only closer to the edge. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’

Pulling your hair he forced you to look at him, ‘wanna see you when I fill this pussy, keep your eyes on me.’

You barely managed to keep your eyes open as you came, gripping his shoulder your chest heaved. ‘That’s it’ he drawled, a devilish smirk on his face. Biting your lip you threw your head against the cupboard again, pupils blown wide as you pulled him in to kiss you. ‘In me … cum in me Johnny.’

He pulled you off the counter and bent you over as he pushed back into you. Your cunt still spasming from your orgasm. Holding you down by your neck he watched as your ass jiggled with each thrust. Arching your back you pushed back into him causing him to moan a little louder this time.

His movements slowed as he spread his hands over your ribs, with two more thrusts he came came deep inside you. His cock throbbed inside you as he rest his head on your back, peppering your skin with light kisses.

Giggling into the counter you sighed ‘better?’ He huffed into you, rubbing your sides with his hands. ‘Fuck. Much better.’ Pulling out he grabbed a paper towel and every so gently cleaned you up, before pressing his lips to your thoroughly satisfied pussy.

‘You owe me new pants’ you laughed, pushing his shoulder. He looked up at you, now suddenly bashful, ‘how about dinner. On me? To make up for it.’

‘Mmm’ you sighed, biting your lip ‘but how about that shower first?’

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Prompts used - Brothers best friend/rain-thunderstorm/kitchen/look at me

#call of duty #captain soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap x you #soap x reader #cod mw22 #soap call of duty

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itzjaza · 7 months

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I always come back reading your fics, hope you’re ok ♥️ I was wondering if iñaki and reader always wearing matching shirts

Matching Shirts, Iñaki G. (AAAAAAAA TYSM FOR READING MY FFS ILY <333, I'm fine don't worry it's just school yk, I had is similar idea for Jacob so if yall wanna see that just lmk)

Ever since Y/n and Iñaki started dating, three months ago, the two have worn nothing but matching shirts. Everywhere they went they would have matching shirts, and all their friends would tell them how cute of a couple they were. One day Y/n and Iñaki were lying in Y/ns bed under the blanket they made not too long ago, Iñaki was watching Tiktoks while Y/n was scrolling through Pinterest, just like one does. After a while of scrolling Y/n suddenly came across a picture of a couple with matching shirts, the girl's shirt said 'I <3 my boyfriend' with his picture in his heart, and the guy's shirt said 'I <3 my girlfriend' with her picture in the heart. "Oh my God, Iñaki look we should get these!" Y/n hit her boyfriend's chest lightly, making him turn his head over from his phone to hers. "We should, but where?" Iñaki asked looking at her. "I think that there is a shop that does costume shirts at the mall." "Oh yeah, I forgot about that, we could go tomorrow," And so they did, the next day, the couple got ready and headed to the mall. when they got there they entered the shop, told the guy at the counter what they wanted, and he said it would be ready in two days. It was two days later, early in the morning, when the couple went to get their shirts, before going to the set. " I love them!" Y/n said looking at the two shirts that were placed on the shop counter "They're perfect, we should wear them today." Iñaki looked at Y/n and she nodded in agreement.

"You two are crazy, man." Jacob said looking at the couple that had big smiles on their faces "Nah, man you're just jealous that you got no one to be crazy with." Y/n said sticking out her tongue mockingly, as Iñaki let out a little laugh.

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece x reader #opla #opla x reader #luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #inaki godoy #inaki godoy x reader

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literallywtflol · 1 year

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall...

Warnings: Jason Todd x Female reader, Dom/Sub dynamics, (roughdom!Jason ?), A little bit of size kink, 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Note: This is my first time writing out an FF fully so if anything seems a bit off please tell me! I'm open to criticism/feedback!

If only you'd known.

A few hours ago you were at the warehouse store, searching for a full body mirror to add to your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. You spent a lot of time looking for just the right one, and you got super ecstatic when you found the perfect one.

If only you'd known Jason's reaction as soon as he entered the bedroom.

You heard the door open as you were were scrolling on your phone. You looked up, expecting to meet his eyes. Instead, you met his red helmet turned to the side, gazing wt the mirror you had bought earlier.

"I see you went out to do some shopping", he remarks. You laugh, "It just felt a little empty over there." You watched him take off his helmet and gloves, and he tossed them to the side.

If only you'd known how he'd throw off his helmet and pounce on you like a predator catching it's prey.

"Let's see if it works" he says, "Jason that's not-" he cuts you off in a desperate and lustful kiss.

If only you knew how little time it would take until you're both naked and panting. He has you sprawled in his lap with his forearm around your neck, forcing you to look into the mirror. His other hand ravaging your weeping hole.

"Look at how wet you are f'me..", he slows down his pace and looks at the build up of slick on his fingers. You make eye contact with him, and he takes his slick covered fingers and puts them in his mouth.

The action has you clenching around nothing. He notices, and tightens his hold on your neck. He pushes his fingers back into your cunt, and the act of strength gets you even wetter.

"Jay", you whimper desperately. Your brain short circuits, and all you can think about is the pleasure erupting through you. His dips his head down to whisper in your ear, "Like my fingers baby? Like how deep they can reach?"

He speeds up from a "moderate" (absolutely brutal) pace, and it has your legs shaking. "M'gonna cum..", you whimper, breathy, and completely desperate for release. "Cum f'me. Make a mess on my fingers and show me how much you love them."

He speeds up one last time, and your eyes roll back. You come all over his fingers. "That's it.. good girl."

If only you knew all that would've transpired as soon as you got the mirror. But you'd be lying if you said it wasn't worth it.

#jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #i love jason #i need this man #jason todd x female reader #red hood x fem!reader #jason todd x fem!reader

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foldingfittedsheets · 4 months

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An FAQ!

Does your ask tag stand for "Folding Fitted Sheets" or "For Fuck's Sake"?

Both! I had been using the handle Foldingfittedsheets for a long time and someone shortened it to FFS and I immediately realized that it was hilarious. All ways of reading it are valid.

Can you actually fold a fitted sheet?

No. I thought it was a funny handle that was easy to say and hard to do. A metaphor for life being messy and complicated. A task that you can only ever try your best at although failure in inevitable.

When I moved in with my beloved I packed the linen closet and told them that I didn't know if we'd have enough room. They spent a day refolding everything beautifully and it took up a third of the closet. So some people are just built different.

Have you seen this guide on how to fold them??? It's easy!

I am content at my current levels of adequacy and would prefer to spend my time on other pursuits. Thank you for thinking of me, but I'm good.

Will you put a read more on comics?

No. I have tried to put out comics under read more cuts and they do not get the same traction. It's also unfair to ask me to change how I present my work. No one will ever have to scroll through them as much as me and I promise it's never more than 30 seconds which does not feel unreasonable.

Tumblr has a setting that will automatically shorten long posts, and I have provided a tag "do you love the color of the comic" so that you can take initiative to reduce the space they take up. Comics take months of my time to produce and I reblog them a lot when they first launch because I'm excited to share something that I worked really hard on.

I won't be offended if you unfollow me, but I will if you ask me to cater to your sensibilities on how long my art should be.

Will you reblog my mutual aid post?

I’m sorry, but no. If I don’t know you I don’t have the time to check for scams and Tumblr just really isn’t the best platform to ask for help if you’re in dire straits.

Why don’t you have lesbian flags?

I prefer the rainbow and I have very negative connotations with it, which I talk about more here.

#ramblies #I've been getting a lot of repeat questions so I figured it was time to post one of these to link to my pinned post #I can update it as needed if I get a lot of the same questions

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lionlena · 10 months

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1. New job, new problems... (PedroPascalxreader) - one shot

Ok, so here's the first one shot of: one shots week. As I wrote, I was inspired by my problems, but don't take everything literally, because of course I changed some things, but generally yes, my new co-workers are mean bitches. But I've come to terms with it. At least instead of talking to them, I write ff xD

Summary: co-workers at your new job treat you badly. You try to hide it from your boyfriend, but even from a distance Pedro senses that something is wrong.

Warnings: little sad but later fluff and loving, caring Pedro

This can be considered as a continuation: ♡Just let it go…

You were happy when you got a new job where you made more money. No matter how many times Pedro told that you could have his money. You felt bad about it and wanted to prove to him that you weren't with him for the money.

However, you soon found out that your new job was a nightmare. And it wasn't the job itself, because it was easy and fun for you. Your co-workers were the problem. You ended up in a three-person team consisting of all women, and you felt their hostility from the very beginning. They had trouble giving you the simplest of information, like where the bathroom is. They responded with annoyance to your every question. But you thought they'd get used to you over time. You were polite and tried to have little chats with them, but it was not effective because they ignored you. With each passing day, you felt worse and worse, and as if your misfortune wasn't enough, Pedro flew to the set in Morocco.

You sighed heavily as you sat alone at a table during your lunch break. You've been scrolling through the photos fans have taken of your boyfriend. It always made you feel a little better and made you forget everything for a moment. Your boyfriend looked pleased, though you could see he was tired. You wanted so much to hug him and make sure he was taking care of himself.

Of course, Pedro wanted you to go with him. At least for a few days, but you couldn't take free time from your new job so quickly. Another minus.

And of course, every time you spoke to him, you said everything was fine. You didn't want to worry him. You knew he should be focused on a movie set.

You were just looking at a photo of Pedro wearing a white t-shirt that was visibly wet at the bottom. You smiled and started to wonder what your beloved had done. Knowing him, he probably spilled something on himself. Pedro was so clumsy sometimes. But you loved it about him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice your co-workers walking past you. Their sudden giggles made you jump and almost drop your phone.

"Seriously Y/N," Jane said. "You'd better focus on your job, not on dreaming about some actor who doesn't even know you exist."

You had to bite your tongue not to say that unlike her, you work instead of filing your nails half the day.

"I don't know what these girls see in him," Michele said.

You perfectly saw how a few days earlier she was drooling at the monitor when she was reading an article about your boyfriend.

Before you could answer anything, they walked away laughing like crazy.

When you talked to Pedro in the evening, you could hardly keep your composure. He asked you several times if you were okay.

"Honey, you really do sound kind of weird," he said sadly.

"I'm really fine... I've had a busy day today and I think I'm having a migraine."

"My poor baby," he cooed. "Maybe you should lie down."

"That's what I'll do."

"Do you want me to talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep?"

You wanted to cry. Your boyfriend was so sweet and caring.

"Yes," you whispered.

You only felt worse for the next few days. Even during lunch, you didn't look at pictures with Pedro because your co-workers always sat at the table next to you. You were sure those bitches did it on purpose. It was ridiculous and you felt like you were in high school.

You started wondering if you should just start going out to some restaurant for lunch. You would have less time then, but you would gain peace of mind. Suddenly you heard some commotion behind you.

"Is that him? It's impossible," Michele murmured.

You turned around and your heart leaped. You couldn't believe your eyes. A smiling Pedro was walking towards you with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You couldn't take it any longer and ran over to him. He welcomed you with open arms and hugged you tightly. You pulled away from him after a while, to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the silly faces of these three bitches.

"What are you doing here?" you choked out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't sense something was wrong?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I'm back only for two days, but I hope it's enough."

You nodded and murmured, "I still have a few hours left at work."

"I know, but I couldn't wait to see you. I'll pick you up in the car so you don't have to take the subway back and we'll spend a wonderful evening together."

You blushed involuntarily, and he chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Yeah, I'm thinking about that too."

You shook your head and groaned as you realized you had to get back to work. You kissed Pedro on goodbye.

Suddenly your co-workers wanted to talk to you, but this time you ignored them. It was really sweet revenge.

Pedro has come for you as promised. On the way, he picked up food from your favorite restaurant. At home, he lit the candles and asked, "Dinner first, or bath first?"

You looked at him lovingly. "Dinner."

After you ate, he prepared an aromatic, warm bath for you. The tub was big enough for both of you to fit comfortably. You sat between his legs and rested your head on his chest. His big hands traced patterns on your breasts and belly. You finally felt relaxed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. You felt Pedro kiss you on the head. "My love, can you tell me what's been making you so sad lately?"

You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. Though you tried to be calm, your voice trembled a few times as you told him about your job and how your co-workers treated you.

Pedro listened to you carefully, and at the end of your story, he hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry babe. These stupid women should be glad to be working with someone as great as you." He placed a kiss on your shoulder again. "I know we've talked about this before, but you don't have to work. You know that. Why do I need money if I can't make the people I love happy?"

You smiled and squeezed his arm. "I know baby. But I want to go back there and watch those bitches die of jealousy because I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world."

Pedro chuckled and hugged you tighter. "Can this most amazing and handsome boy take you to bed and enjoy your body?"

"Yes!" you squeaked.

A week later, your boss appreciated your work and decided to transfer you to a new, more experienced team. Your new co-workers turned out to be very friendly and communicative. Enjoyed your job again. Though it was nice knowing you had a great boyfriend thanks to whom you don't have to work. And you don't have to worry about money.

Taglist: @creedslove

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x you

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il0veyoujk · 3 months

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Soldier! Attack!

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Jungkook returns home from his military service to see his little sister, Nefeli (18)

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by the beautiful @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae ! I hope you'll like it love! I am sorry I couldn't do it a cheer-up ff, but I remembered it last second, and I couldn't change it, I had to rewrite the whole ff 😭

Lots of love Nef 💕

The sound of the front door shutting wasn't enough to pierce the sound of the loud music Nefeli was busting through her headphones. The young girl was currently in her room, pretending to study. In reality, she was vibing to her favorite music, with her Spanish book widely open in front of her, and her homework waiting.

Nefeli was wiggling her body to the rhythm of the music, feeling like she owned the world. Using her pen as a microphone, she pretended to be the singer and headbanging unstoppably. Just like she used to when she was a little girl.

"We are home!" her parents yelled the moment they stepped home "Nefeli! We have a surprise for you!" her mum used her singsong voice to allure her daughter into coming downstairs.

One, two, three minutes... Nefeli was nowhere to be seen. She was so drowned in her music she hadn't heard anything. Looking at each other, the two middle-aged ones decided to send the surprise to their daughter.

Nefeli was occasionally trying to focus on her exercises, trying to conjugate the verb cosquillear, but the loud Lady Gaga music was too intense to ler her focus. Vibing excitedly, she was enjoying herself way too much to notice an unexpected change in her room.

However, turning her head, the young girl was shocked to see her older brother leaning on the doorframe smirking "Why hello there girly" Jungkook chuckled, amused.

It's been a year since Jungkook left for his military service. He hadn't seen his family all this time. Even though they communicated with letters, it's not the same as seeing each other in real life.

"Eeek! You are home!" Nefeli squealed. She instantly jumped on her brother, letting her headphones fall on the floor "I missed you so much!"

Catching her, Jungkook let out a small groan along with a small giggle "Hehey! I missed you too, little one!" he smiled softly, gently swinging his little sister in the air back and forth.

The two siblings remained all hugged for a while, not bothering to even move a single inch from the spot the young lad was standing "So you still got the moves huh?" Jungkook scrunched his nose cutely and bounced her gently in the air like he used to when she was younger.

"You think?" Nefeli giggled, as she was squishing her brother's cheeks "I had the best teacher!" she smiled widely.

It was true, Nefeli had learned how to sync with the rhythm through BTS video clips. Ever since she was a kid, she would try to copy every choreography her brother and his friends would publish. She had ever mastered some of them! And Jungkook was so proud of her.

A wide, bunny-toothy grin appeared on Jungkook's face. He gently placed a kiss on her cheek and hug her tighter "Aw thank you little one" he giggled softly.

A small smirk though flashed onto Nefeli's face, who giggled softly "Oh I meant Jimin, not you" she shrugged, trying not to show her teasing sense.

However, the small smirk turned into a full-on giggly state the moment Jungkook's fingers started wiggling around on Nefeli's ribs "Oh really? Jimin huh? Not me?" he asked in the most mischievous, warning tone he has ever used.

The surprising, way too missed feeling on her sides, made the young girl erupt into an unexpected loud fit of giggles "Whahahaha--- wait nohohoho pleahahase ahahaha!" she squealed as she was thrashing around in her brother's grip, trying to push herself out of there.

The two siblings would occasionally have tickle fights, usually with the young girl ending up on the receiving end. But it was their dynamic. They loved those cute little fights!

Nefeli failed miserably to escape her brother's arms. Much to her surprise. Usually she would manage after one or two tries. Yet, this time she didn't.

Chuckling mockingly next to his little sister's cheek, Jungkook moved his fingers to Nefeli's favorite, and worst spot: the sides! He started walking towards his own bedroom, letting her now hysterical giggles fill the whole house "You should know better than to tease a soldier, cutiepie!" Jungkook teased, as he was tasering the poor girl's sides.

"Nohohoho stohohop ahahaha! Whahahat did I do ahahaha?!" Nefeli screamed between her loud giggles. She was flailing around in the air in her attempt to fall off of her brother and run away for dear life.

Of course though, that didn't happen. It was nowhere close to happening!

"Oh stop screaming, Nef! You know it's going to happen, stop fighting it" Jungkook used his singsong voice to tease his little sister as he was throwing his sack on the floor and closing the door behind him.

"He's tickling her again" mrs Jeon smiled to herself as she was preparing dinner downstairs. Homemade pepperoni pizza! Jungkook's favorite.

"It's not like she's complaining though. She loves it!" mr Jeon commented as he was reading his newspaper. Yes, the historical tickle fights in the Jeon residence were well-known in the whole neighborhood.

Upstairs in Jungkook's room, Nefeli was trying to fight to escape the ticklish hell she was put into. She was thrown onto the bed and Jungkook was pinning her down with his own body weight and was torturing her poor tummy with his fingertips "Aww you are just as I ticklish as I remembered!" he giggles as his fingertips were shaking on her tummy like crazy.

A deep blush had started spreading on her cheeks as Nefeli was trying to push his hands away all shy "I ahahaham nahahaot ticklish ahaha-AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!!!" she tried to lie... but a few nibbles on her side made the poor girl go ballistic!

Jungkook knew what he was doing... Pretty well! Using her worst against her... "I am sorry what? Did you just dare to lie, little one? Huh?" he smirked widely before moving his nails on her poor armpits and started scribbling on them like crazy.

Instantly pressing her arms on her torso, Nefeli trapped Jungkook's fingers under her armpits, unfortunately for her "Whyhyhy did you cohohome bahahahack so meahahan ahahaha?!" she squealed through her loud giggling.

"Oh no... Now I have to dig my way out... You are so rude" the young lad was enjoying the playful torture he was giving his little sister to the fullest. Not that Nefeli wasn't... but maybe Jungkook was enjoying this a bit more. He had missed her laughter... So here he was now, digging into his little sister's armpits mercilessly, making Nefeli howl in loud giggling and driving her crazy bit by bit.

"Agh!" Nefeli squealed loudly as she was wiggling around like a worm "Nohoho pleahahahase ahahaha I ahaham sorry ahahaha!" she pleaded as her hands were gripping onto her brother's wrists to pull them away from her.

"Oh no no no no no no, you are not getting away with just a few begs" the young lad smirked as he lowered his head again towards her tummy "You are going to regret choosing Jimin over me!"

And that's where Nefeli lost it... She widened her eyes, but before she could even ask for mercy, she instantly felt tiny shots of electricity hitting her unstoppably and all over her midsection, exposed as it was from squirming around too much "NOHOHOHO NOT THE BEHEHEHERRIES KOOK PLEAHAHASE AHAHAHA I AHAHAHAM SORRY!" she screamed in laughter, throwing her head back in ticklish agony.

Jungkook was shaking his own head on Nefeli's tummy to add more to the ticklish sensations. A few chuckles would escape his mouth while he was blowing raspberries all over Nefeli's midsection "Oh so now we're using nicknames huh? Such a cheap way to escape your punishment, little one..." he mumbled on Nefeli's soft skin.

This situation kept on for about three more minutes. Having moved his fingers to her sides, Jungkook wasn't planning on showing any hint of mercy any time soon... The whole house was filled with hysterical laughter and nonstop begging from Nefeli's way too ticklish reactions.

However, a well-known voice interrupted the playful assault of the Jeon siblings "Kids! Dinner's ready!" mrs Jeon yelled for her children.

Everything stopped instantly. Jungkook let go of his little sister in an instant and pulled away. It's been months since he's eaten his favorite food! "This isn't over..." he mumbled, poking a few times Nefeli's tummy and sides before eventually letting her go "I just have to gain some more energy for round two... You better disappear!" he smirked, winking at his little sister.

As Jungkook ran downstairs to grab a bite, Nefeli remained on his bed in a ticklish delirium, with a wide smile on her face. She was trying to catch her breath hopelessly, as a few leftover giggles were leaving her mouth.

Jungkook made his case clear... She better hide!

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olderthannetfic · 26 days

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https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/747778548718321664/an-element-of-the-not-enough-ff-fic#notes

tbf, the "not shipping the canon het relationship is misogyny!" thing has escaped containment enough to the dumbest, most homophobic het-onlys that I've seen those people argue that for F/F pairings where there IS no competing M/M relationship, where people genuinely couldn't give less of a shit about the guy and are only in it to put the woman with someone better. Or when the M/M ship they also like is completely non-overlapping.... somehow it's somehow still misogynistic for them to prefer this completely DIFFERENT woman with her female best friend over whatever crappy guy she's with in canon whom they ship with nobody.

My friend has seen this in Bridgerton fandom, where people throw out the "but misogyny!" shit for people who prefer shipping Eloise with women, over her book-canon male love interest (who is a rapist who sucks and she ends up basically just being nanny to his kids, gee I wonder why a lot of people don't want that as the eventual fate of the character who in the show is the Outspoken Feminist). Their claim for why that's supposedly what's going on is these same people sometimes also like to ship her brother Benedict with men.... but like, the "canon" ship isn't Benedict/Eloise. Nobody ships that. They just like both of them in same-gender relationships. And in Eloise's case, it's clearly motivated by a love of Eloise as a character, a dislike of her book husband, and often also liking her relationships with other women in the show and thinking it would be interesting to ship them. What could possibly be misogyny and "pair the spares" about that....?

(Granted, the people mad about this in Bridgerton seem particularly homophobic and stupid and like, new to fanfic fandom or something. They had meltdowns about someone tagging a het ship with its ship tag when they wrote a fic with one of them Rule 63'd..... pretty sure that's standard AO3 practice to do that? The person tagged it as either M/M or F/F - whichever it was - rather than F/M, and put a tag in there about it being Genderswap/Rule 63, they were adequately warned. So there was literally no reason to complain except that you mad that you were reminded of the existence of non-het in your fandom by scrolling through the tag. The horror! Or maybe it's 2024 and especially if you're using AO3 of all fucking places, you need to get the fuck over the idea that "can gay people exist but like, not where I can see them?" is a preference it's ok and normal and non-bigoted for you to have)

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chevvy-yates · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday Whenever

Got tagged by @elvenbeard! ich danke mal wieder! <3

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GENERAL:

Thought a lot this week and I set myself a goal for 2024: to be more structured with content for CP77 so I do not loose my passion for it. First I made a decision to only boot my laptop when:

I have an actual idea in mind I desperately want to vp. This used to be the case at the start of the year but along the way it seems I've lost it and instead only piled up my ideas …

in order of finishing a chapter for the 2078 story as some vp is to be added to support the written text (my friend and I share the vp work here too).

if I get asked directly by a modder to take shots for mods.

I just want to play the game ffs (which is rare in itself).

Don't want to force myself anymore to boot up the game each weekend, so that I have some content to post and keep up with this fast living fandom, as it produces vp and mods it feels like close to mass production.

I want to share quality in my content and not end up in just doing quantity. Which means I have to learn to stay more focused on what I want to create in the first place and one after another. This includes get less distracted which includs less browsing my dash and also be less on discord (servers).

So if you really want me to see your content:

a. tag me directly in your post (I do not mind being tagged!) b. send me a link via dm/discord c. use the tag: #chevvy-yates as I will follow this tag from now on.

Hope you understand my own problem and respect my decision, but I have to change something. The least I want is having you think I do not like your content anymore or I do ignore you. If you feel like I do, feel free to tell me about it! Sometimes I do not notice it myself.

Enough of that — now back to a bit content:

— VP/GRAPHICS:

I'll post this boy again tomorrow 🤍

and once I am able to push the button he will be back with lightning:

I reworked these two spotify covers for my two hc radio stations:

they look like this now:

Decided to place Ry's face into them bc they are made for him anyways. At first my intention was to stay more casual but didn't like the simplicity of pic + station icon/logo. Even tho I liked the concept with the chain boots a lot I've felt it doesn't have a reference to 'hell' and 'tech' as soon as I went to make the cover for my chrome chamber Rave playlist. Which lets me come to the next thing I sat down for a few days. I made a cover and moodboards for Hell Bunker/Chrome Chamber Rave:

SNIPPET:

a part of the Ryder oneshot I'm also still on:

His thumb keeps browsing his phone like it has its own life and a long moment later Ry catches himself now browsing his contact list. He didn’t want to call anyone specifically, also not around this time. He just keeps randomly scrolling the alphabet until he arrives at ‘T’. A smile steals onto his lips as he reads the same name, he spoke aloud prior, on his screen and pictures rush through his slightly tipsy mind. Long gone memories of his first clubbing experiences in Berlin. Back then he always had to be home around midnight. Both his legs still have some post-response to the last song he was raving to in the underground, making it impossible for him to sit quiet at all so he jumps up into a standing position and yells “I rave as fucking long as I want to—” There’s a long pause until he continues low “—like you always wished for me, Tommy …” Saying his first love’s name aloud for a second time now makes his smile on his dark contoured lips fade quickly. It’s the moment where Ryder senses that, after nearly 10 years, he still misses him. His thumb has already pressed the contact number and his hand moves up to hold the phone onto his ear. Ryder doesn’t think about his movements at all, his mind just froze in the moment as he moves mechanically. Only when hears the ‘Connection unavailable,’ it pulls him back from wherever he has been to. His right arm falls back into a hanging position, leaving him just standing there in the street. Deine Nummer ist seit jeher noch gleich, doch unter dieser scheiß Nummer werd’ ich dich nie wieder erreichen, wanders through Ry’s mind. Denn da wo du bist, geht keiner ran. Da ist kein Empfang. Ry’s phone is not the phone he used to have back then but he never cared about deleting any numbers at all and so they moved to the next phone and the next one after that and so on.

I tag all that recently reblogged me and those who come to my mind rn: @wraithsoutlaws, @therealnightcity, @dreamskug, @caer-oswin, @ @alphanight-vp, @kdval, @kittenchrissy, @gloryride, @rosapexa, @wanderingaldecaldo, @aggravateddurian, @streetkid-named-desire @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @pinkyjulien, @medtech-mara, @heywoodvirgin, @genocidalfetus, @ouroboros-hideout, @aggravateddurian, @ne0n-rust, @a-pirate, @breezypunk @peaches-n-screem, @jaymber, @lokiina, @shivsghost, @miss--river, @t0tentanz, @cyberpunkaddict, @cinnamon-mey, @spicyraeman, @fereldanwench @86maylin and @morganlefaye79 – also everyone who likes to do a WIP Wesdnesday/Whenever and as always and no pressure! I tagged more this time just to make sure u got notice of my decision in 'general' and that I intend to use my name as a tag now

#cyberpunk 2077 #thoughts #wip whenever #wip wednesday #snippet #fic snippet #writing #work in progress #wip #long post #the general text has been thrice as long as it is now - i shortened it immensely #and now I've lost approx 2h of my time I wanted to use for finishing my Ry fic lol #ach mensch

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eisforeidolon · 7 months

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Okay, today is the kind of day where I really can't just scroll past something like this nonsense without comment [X]. To paraphrase: D/C fans totes loved Jared and really wanted to support Walker but just couldn't because the finale was such a betrayal :( :( :(. We're not hateful for the sake of being bitter, it's just so sad we had to turn on Jared because [implied batshit crazy]! FFS.

First, as if we don't remember how many fucking times hellers attacked Jared over utter bullshit long before the finale. Not only have they always been hateful little shits, they've always lied through their teeth about it. Some post from three years ago doing the same old same old, "Oh we're totally the GOOD side of fandom who never hate anybody, lookit our halos!" song and dance doesn't mean jack shit.

Second, what the fuck do they think being bitter means? "The tv show I was watching refused to cater to me personally by throwing away the core premise and genre of the show, which is totally unfaiiiiir - despite common sense and me being told repeatedly they wouldn't ever do so. Therefore I'm going to quote unquote punish the network and the stars by not watching any of their other shows! So there!" Like ... what? It's absurdly bitter - not to mention childish. Which doesn't even get into the giant black hole of logic that is blaming the actors for the writing which was done by the, y'know, writers.

But let's pretend for a moment it's not inherently bitter (as well as fucking ridiculous) to be butthurt a tv show didn't end in bad OOC fanfic out of nowhere and to blame the actors for it. They still prove it's nothing more than sour grapes bitter shipwar bullshit by ONLY singling out Jared and Walker. If they were really actually trying to avoid supporting the CW and ALL those involved in the finale rightfully disappointing their delusional asses? Misha conspired a year in advance to queerbait them with Castiel's death scene, pitched only as one-sided and with him knowing Castiel wouldn't be in the final two episodes. Jensen knew the ending was centering on the brothers as early as Jared did when they talked with the writers and played just at least as much of a part in adding little touches to make the finale as brother-centric as it was, including removing dialogue mentions of Castiel. Jensen also nodded along with Jared's Denvercon answer about how Castiel's death speech wasn't inherently romantic and added his own concurring opinion. And yet somehow, just by pure coincidence, really, I'm sure! It's only Walker and Jared they decided to boycott - while most of them wandered around proclaiming how happy they were to tune in to TW and GK on the supposedly oh-so-evil CW. But they totes love Jared, really! 🙄 They just can't help personally blaming just him for the finale because if there is a reboot he isn't half their shitty ship there was, like, totally an Easter egg mentioning going to Texas or whatever! Yeah! The finale is totally Walker propaganda!!! So they just couldn't watch only that CW show, though they really really wanted to! 😢

This transparent bullshit was at least funnier when it had hypnotiddies in it.

#destihellers #destiew #spn finale #shipping goggles of inanity

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justanotherblonde · 3 months

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it's sasodei week 2024!

i have precisely one thing to contribute, but ffs it's not done yet grr!! maybe we can blame my dog... she demanded i come play with her no less than nine times (i kept track) as i wrote this post (she does this by shouting at me then humping my leg to show me who's boss, sometimes pulling on my sweater sleeve with her sharp li'l teefs, beagles, man, i tell ya...) 🐶

anyway!! here's a TEASER of my Day 3 Band/Rockstar/Idol AU story ahhhhh!!! it's not even titled yet!!!!! i don't even really know what the tags will be! and i haven't had time to make a header image!! 😫

but this i know, oh this i know:

Sasori is first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic

He has a dirty little secret hobby: listening to metal (among other genres that are definitely not classical)

One of the bands he listens to is called C4

Guess who's the lead singer???

Yes, you guessed it, it's Deidara, singer/song-writer, perhaps much more...

In this AU, everybody lives!! Well... okay fine, Sasori's parents still didn't make it, i'm sorry

But that means two important things: Third Kazekage is alive! And there are a LOT of Uchiha running around.

There's more, a lot more, but you'll have to wait until i steal more minutes and hours from my dog and my work! but i'll give it to ya, come hell or high water! or wildfires, earthquakes, debilitating PM 2.5 ratings, or uh... dare i say... another pandemic??? FEAR NOT!

if you want to wait for the full thing to drop to read, i've left the teaser excerpt below the cut.

a million thanks to @sasodeiweek for hosting this event and encouraging us SasoDei creators to flex our creative muscles! loving all the contributions so far!

and without further ado...

Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.

Chapter 1

Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.

The fine, agile fingers of his left hand twitched; his right hand swayed side to side, marking the strokes of his bow. Eyes half-closed, his feet kept time on the pavement as he walked. It was Haydn this week, Cello Concerto No. 1 in C major. A weighty yet familiar responsibility for Sasori, first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic.

He sighed. Rehearsal had wrapped half an hour ago. He was on his way home, and tomorrow was a rest day. He didn’t need to torture himself like this.

The headphones around his neck were a comforting weight, as friendly and intimate as the straps of his cello case on his shoulders. He flipped them over his ears and dug in his coat pocket for his phone. Scrolling through the saved playlists on his music app, he skipped all of the classical “homework” and went straight for his guilty pleasures: dance-pop, glam-rock, musicals… and heavy metal.

No one at work knew about his low, low tastes.

Well, the Third had known.

Sasori gritted his teeth, biting back unbidden memories. Now he definitely needed to blast his brain clean with some noise.

Something heavy.

Something loud.

Something to transport him far away from the sand-scraped streets of Sunagakure.

His thumb landed on the album he was looking for.

Art is an EXPLOSION by C4. Track 1: “Light It Up.”

From that first haunting guitar chord, the tension Sasori held in his chest and face dispersed. He rode that twisting whine down, down… someplace dark and cool, far beneath the earth. As the barreling drums built to a crescendo, he held his breath—wait for it!—

A million years, through timeless stone I’m damned to walk this path alone This darkness, all I’ve ever known…

The lead singer had a deep, melodic voice. He molded each word of the verse carefully, tenderly, as if he were embarking on a ballad… then WHAM!

Cymbals crashed; the roaring chorus caught the last two notes of an electrifying riff like a surfer hopping a wave:

Light it up! Hey, light it up! Strike a match and light it up! My fuse is short, ’m ready to blow, Crush the ceiling down to the floor!

Not in a million years would Sasori admit out loud to anyone that he listened to C4, especially not now that the public were actually aware of their existence. The metal band had catapulted to fame last year with their single “Burn Down All the Discos,” but Sasori had been listening to them well before that. Three years ago, his music app had recommended him a track from Art is an EXPLOSION—C4’s debut album—based on his eclectic streaming history.

If the first song Sasori had heard by C4 had been anything but “Artist,” he’d probably never have given them a chance: their usual sound was, on the surface, sloppy, and most of the lyrics were childish boasts. “Look at me!” their vocalist seemed to say in every song.

But “Artist” was different. It was, inexplicably, an up-tempo perversion of Vivaldi’s Winter Largo in F Minor, lamenting how hard it was to live for art’s sake when the world ran on money and heroic virtue. Listeners without classical training would be unable to appreciate or likely even identify the subtleties of what had been done with the classical score, but the first time he heard it, Sasori had been riveted. Vivaldi’s rhythmic harpsichord had been replaced with a softly tapped snare drum; a mournful electric guitar carried the melody when it wasn’t sung.

Curiosity piqued, Sasori had investigated the rest of the album, and found similar nods to classical music throughout the tracks, much harder to notice than the adapted Vivaldi, drowned as they were in a thunderstorm of electric guitar and percussion. C4 were more than just a metal band: they experimented with typical traits of the genre and also drew from pop rock, classical music, even musical theatre to create a sound unlike anything Sasori had ever heard. They broke all the rules and they did it with glee.

One day—a rest day—home alone and bored, Sasori had looked up the band online. It surprised him to learn that the lead singer had been only sixteen when the band was formed. That powerful voice certainly didn’t sound like it belonged to a teenager. But the band’s website was light on biographical information, and Sasori hadn’t felt like digging deeper. An overwhelming amount of fan sites and social media accounts had sprung up since “Burn Down All the Discos” and C4’s world tour. Bored as he was that day, Sasori wasn’t about to use his precious free time to obsess over some flash-in-the-pan rock band, especially one fronted by a kid.

And yet, he still listened to them.

“Artist” often competed for the position of most frequently-played song on his app, but only when he was feeling particularly moody.

It crossed his mind that he ought to check if C4 had come out with anything new lately—the app usually sent a message when artists he’d followed released new music. Pausing to wait for a traffic light, he dug for his phone again.

Lo and behold, a new album had dropped not three days ago.

Beauty of a Moment, it was called. The cover art featured the Venus de Milo... mid-explosion.

Sasori chuckled under his breath. “He really does fancy himself an artist, doesn’t he…”

What a fool. Popular music was not art. Rock music was not art. It came and went, but the classics stayed. For centuries. Forever.

It was the one thing Sasori and the Third had always agreed on, despite all of their differences.

Speaking of which…

...

#sasodeiweek2024 #justanotherblonde #sasori #deidara #sasodei #deisaso #sasodeiweek #music AU #band AU #idol AU #rockstar AU

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writefinch · 1 year

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Burger Kink (Ff, trans, hypnosis, noncon, watersports, rimming)

As you reached the counter, it took a moment to remember why you were there. For a second you struggled to remember where you were, but the bright lights and bright signs and the smell of hot fries hit you.

You were in Burger King, of course.

After driving for seven hours, you were hungry. And tired. That was probably why you stopped here, at a Burger King in the middle of nowhere, at one in the morning.

Why were you at the counter, though?

Right, they'd gotten your order all wrong!

You looked at the girl behind the counter, the girl who had served you earlier, and you tried to make eye contact. She was the only person you could see behind the counter, and you were the only person on the other side.

She wasn't looking at you. She wasn't turned away, and she could surely see that you were standing there and waiting, but she didn't acknowledge your presence. She had sharp features and heavy makeup. Her shirt wasn't tucked in, strands of platinum-blonde hair had slipped out from under her cap, and she looked utterly bored.

Her boredom was understandable, but you were hungry. And you hadn't gotten the right order.

You looked directly at her, and cleared your throat.

She took out her phone, and began scrolling. As she laughed under her breath at an unseen joke, you felt an ember of anger smoulder inside you.

You were very hungry, after all, and tired.

"Excuse me," you said.

For a moment she ignored you, and as your nostrils flared and you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, she looked up at you, her expression as blank and bored as ever.

"Hey," she said. Her grey eyes met yours, but she didn't put her phone away.

'Hey yourself' you thought. You couldn't blame her for being distracted on a long, boring overnight shift, but she seemed actively rude. You pointedly looked at her phone, and then back up at her.

"You're not busy, are you?" you asked, keeping your voice level.

The girl made a show of looking around the empty restaurant, and said "No," before pocketing her phone and walking up to the till. "What's up?"

You opened and shut your mouth, feeling annoyed despite yourself as you tried to remember what exactly was up. "Well," you say, "you served me earlier and--"

"Yeah."

Scowling, you continued, "You served me earlier, but the fries were cold, the chicken burger had no mayo, and the milkshake was the wrong flavor."

She looked at you blankly. Then, she said, "That sucks."

"Pardon me?"

"I said 'That sucks.'"

"Yes it sucks!" you snapped. You felt genuinely angry now, and as you glared at her you kept seeing new things to be angry about. She had a headphone in one ear blaring music loud enough for you to hear it. The floor she was standing on was filthy and hadn't been mopped for hours. She was chewing gum!

You weren't allowed to chew gum while serving food. That was a fireable offence, surely! Of course, you didn't want to get anyone fired, but you were very hungry and tired, and you couldn't understand why she was being so rude.

You tried to peer behind her into the kitchen, but you could see no-one else. She clearly wasn't a supervisor--surely they wouldn't have her running the place all on her own.

The exasperated sigh that came out of her mouth made your hands clench into fists.

"So, you want new fries and mayo for your burger."

Your stomach growled, and you growled with it. "My burger is stone cold, I'd like a fresh one, *please*. And the right milkshake! I asked for strawberry!"

She blinked at you, and shook her head. "The milkshake machine broke."

"What? You served me a milkshake a minute ago!"

She shrugged. "Milkshake machine broke."

"You know what, forget it," you said through clenched teeth. "Just give me a refund."

She shook her head.

"Hey! You can't not give me a refund, I didn't even eat the meal!"

She shook her head again, then turned and pointed "Look at the milkshake machine."

"Do you have a manager, or something? I want to make a complaint."

You try to look at her nametag, straining your eye to see it, more from tiredness than her making any attempt to conceal it.

It read "PUSSY CRUSHER."

You didn't think that was her real name.

She looked you dead in the eye, and said "Listen, just take a look at the milkshake machine, and I'll give you a refund and a free meal too, okay?"

She said it with such condescension that you almost turned away and walked out right then, but you wanted your money back. You wanted to yell at her, too, and yank out her headphones and make her spit out her gum and rub her smug, bored face into the cold slop she'd tried to get away with serving you, but you definitely weren't leaving without your money.

She walked up to the brushed-steel milkshake machine, clicked a latch on the side, and removed the front panel.

"Look," she said, and you looked within.

You saw four clear cylinders stacked in a square with the ends facing you, each one with a flavor of milkshake within, each one churning constantly, rotating in one direction as a plastic scraper within it turned in the other direction.

Chocolate, strawberry, banana, vanilla.

They weren't broken at all. They were churning, over and over, humming mechanically, turn after turn and churn after churn as steam rose off the cold surface. The more you looked at them the more you were sure they were working fine, perfectly, even.

They were loud. They were very loud, weirdly loud. You couldn't hear the tiny, tinny whine of music coming out of the girl's headphones any more. Or the pop songs playing over the PA system.

In fact, you couldn't hear anything else at all, just the jurrrr-jurrrr-jurrr of almost-frozen dairy products being turned over, and over, and over, and over...

As you stared into the ever-turning strawberry cylinder, some instinct deep within you made you want to look away. So you looked away.

You were looking at the banana cylinder.

You were still looking at the banana cylinder.

Annoyed, you looked away.

You were looking at the banana cylinder.

You were very tired. So, so tired.

Where were you, again?

Right, right, you were looking at the banana cylinder.

"Listen to me."

Her voice was so loud it felt like it had been pushed into your ears on Q-tips. You listened. You couldn't help but listen, in fact, you wanted to listen. You wanted to listen so badly that you wanted to jump up and down and yell that you were listening.

You didn't do that, though. You didn't say anything or do anything, you didn't move a muscle. You just kept staring at the shake machine. You were too tired to do anything else.

"You feel real tired."

Yes, you wanted to say, but you didn't.

"Tell me if you're feeling tired or not."

I'm feeling tired.

That was strange. You didn't hear yourself speak, but you felt your lips and mouth move, and felt the air and the vibrations as they left your throat.

You were really tired though, so tired. You couldn't even focus on the banana cylinder now, and your eyes were flitting between all four of them, and the corners of your vision had gone dark. Every time you blinked the space around the cylinders grew darker, and you couldn't stop yourself from blinking.

"Do as I tell you."

You would, you knew that you would, but before you could try to speak, everything went black.

You opened your eyes, and the restaurant pulsed back into being

The cover had been put in place back on the shake machine, but the machine seemed larger than it had before.

You realized that it looked larger because you were closer. You were standing on the other side of the counter, behind the till, though you didn't remember walking there.

Still you could hear the churning, churning endlessly, drowning out everything else.

The girl stepped in front of you. She looked bored and annoyed, and she was still chewing gum, though you couldn't hear the sound of it any more.

"Why are you here?"

Because your order was wrong, you felt yourself say.

She shook her head, and a roiling ball of anxiety blotted out whatever thoughts remained in your mind.

"No. You're here because you're a bad customer."

I'm not a bad customer, you said, I'm just hungry, I ordered--

"You feel embarrassed."

Every awful memory of embarrassment came back and plastered itself over your brain at once. Wetting yourself on a coach trip in eighth grade, being stood up for a date, burping in your first boyfriend's mouth, bringing a bottle of wine to a muslim wedding, turning up to the wrong job interview--

"You feel ashamed."

Unable to complete your degree. Never call your grandparents. Went out for a meal without enough money and hurried out of the restaurant before they noticed the 2% tip. Too cowardly to ask your boss for a raise, and too lazy to find another job.

"You feel guilty”

You've never helped anyone. You've made the world worse by being in it. You can't think how, but you just know you've hurt everyone you've ever loved.

"You feel like crying."

Your throat tightened up and hot tears ran down your cheeks. You felt as if a gash had been carved down your torso.

"You're awful."

Stop, stop, please, just stop, I understand, I understand.

"You'd do anything to not feel like this."

Yes

"You'd do anything to be a better person."

Yes, yes

"To be a good customer."

Yes, please, God please anything.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers

You could still hear the churning, but it was muted. In the distance, you could hear pop songs playing over the PA again, and the sizzle of the fryer.

"You," she said, her voice loud but no longer blotting out every other sound, "are a bad customer."

You nodded, and felt like crying again. "Yes, I am," you said, hearing your own voice again.

"Do you know why you're a bad customer?"

You didn't, though you knew that you should. "No, I don't know."

She sighed, clearly at her wits end with your stupidity. "I was about to go on break. You came up to me and wasted my time. Because you wasted my time, I have to do a bunch of extra stuff before I can take my break."

It didn't seem right, what she was saying, Wasn't the restaurant empty? And wasn't she on her phone anyway? But you knew from the way she spoke that she was telling the truth. You had ruined her break, and maybe her whole shift.

"I'm s-sorry," you mutter.

She seemed unimpressed. "If you're sorry, you'll make it up to me."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, I wanted a break because I haven't been to the bathroom since I came on shift. You need to help me with that."

"Okay," you said, but your mind felt fuzzy on the details. "...How do I do that? Do you want me to stand at the till or--"

She rolled her eyes. "No, nothing dumb like that. Just... look, just kneel down, okay? It's not hard."

You didn't understand but you crouched down before gently going to your knees, wincing as they touched the cold tile floor. As you settled in place, you saw that the filth on the floor was rubbing off onto your skirt.

She walked in front of you, her belt level with your eyes. It was white and embroidered, and definitely not Burger King crew issue.

"Unzip my pants for me."

You glanced up at her, and saw her with her phone in one hand and a cup of soda in the other, and then looked back at her crotch. It was next to your face, and it smelled of washing powder and stale frying oil.

Your fingers went to her zipper, unlatching it at the top before pulling it down, revealing a pair of white cotton panties dotted with blue hearts underneath

There was a bulge in her panties, and a sweet, subtly musky smell to join the smells of stale oil and fresh laundry.

"Take my dick out."

Your breathing trembled but your fingers did not as you pulled her panties down just far enough to pull out her cock and balls. Smooth, soft and petite, with the thinnest sheen of sweat.

She reached down with two fingers and pulled back her foreskin, revealing the pink head underneath.

"Put it in your mouth."

Her skin felt cool as you wrapped your lips around it, the smell of musk intensifying as you tasted the salt from her sweat. There was something odd about having a penis in your mouth in the middle of a restaurant, especially when you didn't even know the name of the girl whose penis it was, but at least you were doing what you were supposed to be doing, instead of embarrassing yourself.

"Good," she said, and you felt warmth bloom within you at the hint of praise, "now keep your lips wrapped tight, and don't spill a drop."

Your eyes went wide as you felt a trickle of salty, brackish liquid in your mouth. Unable to spill it, you had no alternative but to swallow it, and as you did it became a torrent.

She was pissing in your mouth, and you were swallowing it. Your nostrils flared as you struggled to suck in air, and trying to breathe between gulps filled your nose with the smell of fresh piss.

She was using you as a urinal, and your disgust at the thought grew with each mouthful, but before you could pull away you felt her fingers in your hair.

"What a good girl you are..." she said.

You knew she was right. She was using you as a urinal, and that made you a good girl.

She hadn't been lying about holding it in since she got on shift. It was a strong brew, overwhelmingly salty, and it seemed endless. Your belly grew taut, and although you didn't feel hungry anymore, you were beginning to feel queasy. In fact, you felt like you were a few mouthfuls away from vomiting it all back up. You felt more than a little relieved as her stream petered out.

"Take your mouth off my dick, Piss Girl."

You did as she said, relinquishing it with a pop.

"Look up at me."

As soon as you did, a jet of piss hit you square on the nose. You flinched from surprise, and as you struggled to regain composure she hosed down the rest of your face with the last of her stream, giggling as she did. Yellow urine dripped down your chin and onto your blouse as you gasped for air.

"That wasn't bad," she said, tucking her cock back into her pants. "Now that you've taken care of my break problem, why don't we see if we can fix your mayonnaise problem. Follow me."

You followed her into the kitchen. It made sense to stand up to follow her, but you did not. Instead, you crawled on all fours, spikes of discomfort shooting through your knees from the hard surface, the grime smearing onto your hands and legs.

Moving in such a way jostled your stomach, reminding you of its fullness. You still felt the insistent sting of salt in your mouth and the stomach-turning smell in your nose.

"Look up at me."

The girl took a pre-sliced bun, split it in half, and dropped it into the top of the automatic toaster. She placed a wrapper blank-side-up on the heated countertop, took the toasted bun as it slid out through the bottom of the toaster, and placed both halves on the wrapper. She pinched a dozen shreds of sad-looking iceberg lettuce, placed them on the bun, grabbed the mayonnaise bottle, and squeezed it.

Nothing came out.

She turned to look down at you, with a look of mock-consternation. "I'm sorry Piss Girl, we're out of normal mayo. Don't worry, I'll whip you up a special batch."

She did not ask you to respond so you didn't. You remained in place with aching knees and hands. The heat of the kitchen was already drying your piss-soaked clothes, causing a prickling sensation on your skin below. The smell was only intensifying. You would be sick right there, if only she'd let you.

She dropped a breaded puck of chicken into the fryer and pressed a button on the timer. It read 4:00, then 3:59, 3:58, 3:57...

Immediately, she wriggled her pants down to her knees. Her cock was stiff and jutting directly upwards. "Okay, you've got four minutes to help me make this mayonnaise, unless you want some dry-ass chicken to go with it. Kneel upright."

You knelt up straight.

"Don't move an inch."

You couldn't move an inch. You could barely force yourself to blink as she moved towards you, her cock bobbing from side to side. An inch before it touched your lips, she turned around. Her bare ass was in front of your face. It was pale, boyish, dotted with a few red spots on each cheek.

She spread her cheeks with her hands. Her asshole winked at you. It was clean and shaven, if a little sweaty.

She backed into you. Your face was in her ass. Your nose was in her crack. Your mouth was on her hole.

"Nod if you can still breathe."

You nodded.

"I'll try to make this quick so that you can get started. First off, you're hungry."

That was true. You were hungry. That was the reason you were here.

"No, you're real hungry."

Your stomach twinged and your mouth watered.

"You're starving. You haven't eaten for days."

The feeling of fullness and nausea disappeared, now there was an empty pit inside you trying to reach up and pull something in. The smells of sweat and musk went from off-putting to enticing.

"You're weak from hunger, you can't think from hunger."

Your head throbbed, your bones were water, all you could think of was food. Fries, burgers, chicken, nachos, anything. Every time you thought of a dish your stomach hurt more, and it felt like the pangs were growing strong enough to kill you.

"The pain and weakness is in your whole body. You'd do anything to stop it."

You'd eat anything, stale bread, three-day-old sardines, mushy instant ramen, Scandinavian food, anything that would stop this pain, anything at all.

"When I tell you, you're going to start licking my asshole. The more of your tongue is inside me, the less hunger you'll feel. If you stop licking or take your tongue out, the hunger will come back twice as bad. Nod if you understand."

You nodded, you nodded and nodded, you just needed her to say the word to say anything that would make the hunger--

"Go!"

You dug in, and dimly heard a squeal of joy. You lapped and licked but she clenched her hole tight to keep you out and the hunger still consumed you, still ate you from the inside out. You could only redouble your efforts, straining your neck and straightening your tongue, pressing it against her hole as if you were trying to fuck it.

The tip of your tongue slipped inside, barely perceptible, but the effects were instant: you were sated, enough to stop the panic, as if you'd been fed a single spoonful of broth. You sounded like a dog as you licked, desperate for more.

"Mhm, I dunno if I'm feeling it, maybe I should push your head away and watch you struggle for a while..."

You ignored her, kept licking, kept wiggling your tongue, pushing your face forward until you were completely smothered between her cheeks. The pain in your mouth wasn't a tenth of the pain in your stomach.

You heard a giggle and felt her relax. Your tongue slipped inside her, meeting no resistance, as deep as it could go. The pain melted away so suddenly that it became a perverse pleasure, the rush of relaxation from working out a crink in your spine. You felt something damp between your legs, and it wasn't urine.

"Yeah, that's good, keep on doing that," she muttered. You felt a set of rhythmic movements coming through her hips in time with little gasps and moans, and realized she was masturbating.

Your tongue hurt, your knees hurt, your neck hurt but it didn't matter, you didn't care, you kept on licking and digging and eating out her ass just like she wanted, the pain was like that of sitting too close to a campfire on a freezing winter night.

"Hah, you've got thirty seconds left," she said, her voice harried, "kiss it like it's your boyfriend, make out with my asshole like you're in love with it."

You kissed it, smooched it, pressed your lips to it, slipped your tongue in and out of it, moaned into it prettily, nuzzled it, lusted after it. You felt tears running down your face and didn' know if they were from pain or joy. Her rhythms grew jerky, she cursed excitedly, and you heard the rustling of a bun being snatched off a paper wrapped.

"Fuck!"

She was breathing hard. You were still showering her hole with affection.

"Okay, stop that."

Agony gripped your innards as the hunger returned. She saw the panic and pain in your eyes as she pulled up her pants.

"Ah shit, uh, you don't feel hungry."

The hunger vanished. You breathed a sigh of relief. Your jaw, tongue and neck were all throbbing.

"Actually, you feel kinda hungry. You could eat."

She was right. You could eat.

She showed you the top of the bun with the lettuce on it. It was now criss-crossed with thin, watery cum. It didn't look very appetizing.

The fryer beeped. She pressed a button, fished out the chicken-puck with a set of tongs, let the oil drip out from the breading for a few seconds, then placed it atop the bun. She picked up the bottom of the bun, went to put it in place, and paused.

"Wait, I've got a little extra for you."

You watched her spit onto the chicken, twice, with perfect accuracy. She placed the bottom of the bun on top, wrapped up the burger, and handed it to you.

She squatted down, face-to-face with you. "You wanted mayo on your freshly made chicken sandwich, huh? Well, here you go. Eat up."

You unwrapped it, taking care to keep your dirty hands off the burger and on the wrapper, and took a bite. It wasn't mayo on the burger, it was cum and spit. You understood why it tasted gross. You couldn't understand why each bite felt so satisfying.

"Well, it's time for me to get back to work, so I need you out of the kitchen. With each bite you eat, you're going to feel sleepier and sleepier. When you swallow the last bite, you'll pass out."

You were still chewing when your vision went dark.

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You woke up.

You straightened up in your seat. In front of you were the remains of your meal: a few flakes and ends of fries, an empty milkshake, a chicken sandwich wrapper with traces of mayonnaise on the paper.

You touched your face, your hair, your clothes. You couldn't smell urine, and your clothes weren't damp with it. They smelled cleaner than you remember though they had a strange scent of grease to them, as if washed alongside something oily.

Why would you have thought they'd smell of urine, though?

You didn't think about it. Out of the window, it looked to be just before dawn. You were still in Burger King. Everything ached.

"Morning, sleepyhead," came a familiar voice. You all but jumped out of your skin. A girl with sharp features, heavy makeup and platinum blonde hair. Her shirt was neatly tucked into her pants, and she had a look of gentle concern on her face.

"W-what," you said.

"You're on a road trip, huh?"

"I'm--yeah, I am. How'd you know?"

"You mentioned something about that earlier, before you ate. Then you passed out on the table."

You straighten up, and feel things go click and pop in your back and shoulders. The girl was holding a coffee cup in her hand. You looked at her crew badge. It was a McDonalds badge with "GRIMACE" written on it.

You didn't think that was her name.

"How long was I asleep?"

"I think you came in at two, and it's half four now, so two hours I guess?" She gave a noncommittal shrug. "We're not supposed to let people sleep in here, but my brother is a trucker and I don't like to see people driving tired. Here," she placed the coffee in front of you, "on the house."

"Oh. Thank you," you said. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just don't tell my manager when she comes in."

You take a sip. It's bad coffee, but it does the job. "I won't. I guess I should be getting back on the road. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You watched her walk back behind the counter and resume cleaning. Outside, your car was in the parking lot. You collected yourself, checked your bag, put your wrappers and cups in the trash, and made your way to the door.

"Hey."

Her voice stopped you dead in your tracks. You looked at her. There was an intensity to her eyes that you didn't recognise.

"Come here again some day," she said. "You can meet the rest of the crew."

You nodded mutely, and your mind flashed with the sensation of your lips wrapping around a soft penis, and piss running down your throat. When you walked out of the door the thought was gone, and when you drove out of the parking lot you had forgotten the restaurant entirely.

You wouldn't remember it until you drove back for the return trip.

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I had a game development idea, so if you’d like to hear me ramble about an idea involving ATB and Stamina systems in RPGs, follow me. I should warn you though, that this is probably the longest post I’ve ever written.

So, I was looking at gameplay of Final Fantasy 13 out of curiosity, and a thought struck me.

Xenogears, Chrono Cross, and Legend of Legaia all use something I refer to as a stamina system for their attacks: You have a certain amount of points, and you can use as many of them as you want in a given turn, with extra bonuses sometimes stacking on top depending on how many and what types of attacks you’ve used. If you wanted to stretch the definition, then you could argue that Baten Kaitos does this as well, but with cards instead of basic attacks.

This made me realize that Final Fantasy 13 did something similar, but using Time as your resource. You can have an entire log of basic attacks, a medium amount of medium attacks, or a limit break that takes up all your time. What also separates FF13 from the aforementioned examples is that FF13 uses it for all of their abilities and options, instead of just basic attacks.

I know that a lot of the criticism towards FF13 comes from having to rely on auto-input rather than manually planning out your turn. So I started to think on how I would maybe handle the same idea of an “ATBar as Resource” or a take on something inspired by FF13.

My theoretical battle system goes something like this. Like FF13 your options revolve around queuing up sets of commands for your character or characters to enact. Unlike FF13, you have as much time as you’d like to have when deciding your commands. (Think Wait mode in classic FF games and Chrono Trigger, where time pauses as you scroll through your magics.) However, your turn only starts once you’ve queued up your attacks and what have you. When you’ve finished selecting your strategy, the time starts ticking and the abilities you’ve selected all start to charge up, going off when they reach full charge. Like Xenogears Deathblows, there would even be extra moves and bonuses for choosing the right combinations. The key difference here is that it applies to more than just basic attacks. Like using two spells that go off at the same time to combine, or using ascending levels of spell to create an ultimate attack for that element.

I actually made a little design guide for comparison, and hopefully explain the idea better.

I realize that stamina systems might be best used in a more traditional turn-based system, so that the player isn’t getting overwhelmed by constant inputs. However this is why I suggest the pausing as the player picks commands. To keep this more in line with ATB, all of the turns will have a separate ‘Cooldown’ phase that determines when they’ll be able to act again. Maybe even have this cooldown extend the more actions or longer actions are taken. To keep this from getting to confusing, I’m suggesting color coordination. I’m picturing something like this:

(I was worried the photo wouldn’t look good. My colored pencils are not the best quality.)

Hopefully even a system as theoretically complex as this would be manageable if everything is laid out properly. A standard party status would look something like this:

Revisiting the whole Combo Finisher/Deathblows mechanic, I feel like this is a personal preference rather than a solid design necessity, but when your combat relies heavily on experimentation, a clear way to keep track of what works is vital. I’m not suggesting that all the combos are listed fighting game style right off the bat, but rather that the game keep track of discovered combos and potential combos.

Like, say that you have used the level 1 Thunder exemplified in my first diagram, but you haven’t yet acquired the other two Thunders, or if you have them but haven’t used them in that order yet. Then when you start your turn with Thunder it will register in a database that you can check on the main menu. It will say “[Thunder l.v.1] + [???] + [???] = [???]” This doesn’t really tell the player much, but it does say at least that there is a combo move that starts with the basic Thunder. This means the player will find out when they are on the right track, won’t hesitate to experiment, and have a place to check their moves if they step away from the game for a while. I’m not a believer in explaining to the point of killing discovery. However I’m also very much against blind aimless wandering.

This last idea might be a step too far, but at this point I’ve spilled everything else, I might as well spitball this too. What if, in this theoretical RPG, you could combine turns? Pass one character so that when the next one finishes cooldown, they pool the available attacks and queue points so that even bigger and more complex combos can be built?

Idk Man, it’s half-an-hour into the next morning, and I don’t even know if a game like this sounds like a good idea. I am not, have never been, and most likely never will be a game developer. This is just the most detailed gamecrafting thought that I’ve ever had, and I feel like it should be written down and documented just in case. And hey, if there are any Indie devs out there who would want to take a crack at this type of combat, please tag me, I would Love to see if this works in practice as well as it does in concept!

Thank you all for indulging my very detailed ramblings.

#game development #game design #jrpg #rpg #turn based rpg #atb #xenogears #chrono cross #legend of legaia #final fantasy 13 #baten kaitos

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