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Cherry Bomb (pt. 2)

James Potter x f!reader, Sirius Black x f!reader (mentioned)

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), switch james? brief fingering, heavy making out, i love this smut w my heart

summary: you proceed with the second part of your plan. james potter.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i’m so bad at writing summaries i’m sorry, i promise it’s worth it lol. i suppose this could be a stand off but i like reading them in order. hope you enjoy :) also ps if there’s any mistakes i’m sorry grammarly told me it was fine but i don’t fully trust that hoe smh

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James Potter was a different story. He thought of himself as a gentleman though not many seventeen-year-olds were gentlemen. He thought this solely because he was nothing like his best mate. He had to at least know a girl's name before taking her to bed. Though, he typically liked to know a bit more than just that. So, in order to shag James Potter, one must abide by a few more rules than with dear Sirius Black. One, she must be friendly. Two, she must have some knowledge of quidditch. Three, she must be willing to stroke his massive ego despite how humiliating it may be. And four, the most important rule, she must be ready to play along with his games. Because James Potter was a chaser in all senses. And oh, how he loved a good chase.

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You peak around the corner of one of the hallways, a bit out of breath. You just ran down a few flights of stairs to get here. For a few seconds you search the hallway, then he appears. He’s alone. Good.

It’s been two weeks since your night with Sirius, and it hasn’t been easy. You regret your whole show of making him remember your name, it’s caused more harm than good. But it felt good in the moment, it felt more than good. Shagging Sirius all together became your best shag the second he pressed you against the wall and kissed you till you were out of breath. You regret picking him first. In retrospect though, you had no idea how much he’d care for a second time. He’s always been known as a one-nighter. It’s been hard having to deny him, and it’s been hard convincing him that he has you mistaken for another girl. But you’ve managed.

You feel bad about it, but you try not to pay it much mind as the second part of your plan is about to begin.

You clutch your books to your chest and begin to walk down the hallway, your face down. You know what his shoes look like. So, when they begin to come closer you loosen your grip on your books and shift your body ever so slightly so that you’re in his way. Inevitably, the two of you bump into each other, and your books quickly fall to the floor.

“Shit,” you say as you fall to your knees to start gathering your things.

“Sorry love, didn’t see you there. Let me help,” he replies, crouching down in front of you.

You look at him. “Oh, it’s alright, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Me either.” He laughs, handing you one of your papers. His eyes linger on yours. “I think I know you.”

“I doubt it.”

“No, I do. You’re the girl my mate Sirius thinks he shagged.”

You look away, pretending to be flustered. “I don’t know why he’s so set on me. I mean, I was at that party, but I went back to my dorm with my friend. And I think I’d remember a night with him you know, with his reputation.”

“Yeah, I dunno, he tends to get hammered and forget a lot,” he says. You look back at him and watch as he runs one of his hands through his dark curls. A habit of his. “I’m sure he’ll stop bothering you soon enough.”

“Yes, when the next girl is in his bed,” you reply. The two of you share a laugh and you pick up your last paper. You hold them close to your chest and stand, he follows. “Well thanks for helping, you’re very kind.”

He smiles that brilliant smile of his. “It’s only right.”

You return the smile. “I’ve got to get to class thanks again James.”

“You know my name? Are you one of my adoring fans?”

He’s smirking now, his arms folded across his chest. His ego is taking over. Perfect.

You shyly look down for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again. “Isn’t everyone a fan of the famous chaser from Gryffindor?”

“You’d be surprised how many aren’t.”

“Well, that lot must simply consist of fools.” You look down at your watch. “Seems I’m going to be a bit late to history of magic. ‘Suppose it’s alright, I don’t care for it much anyway. But I best be going, wouldn’t want to keep you from your class.”

“That’s quite kind of you y/n,” he says.

You raise a brow. “Oh? Do you happen to be one of my adoring fans?”

“Perhaps, or perhaps Sirius has been talking our ears off about you.”

“I think I like the first answer better.”

He smirks. “I see. It was nice running into you then. Literally.”

“Yes, it was.” You step past him, your eyes lingering on him for a few more seconds. “Goodbye then James.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

You leave fast with a smile on your face.

Phase one is complete.

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For the next two weeks, you have more of those run ins with James. Each time having a different reaction. Some end in a sweet goodbye, some end with you barely acknowledging him at all, and some end in a quick walk through the halls together. You know how it messes with his head. One day you’re a girl who strokes his ego with flattering compliments, and another day you brush past him as if he doesn’t exist. By the sixth encounter, you relish in the knowledge that he’s starting to bump into you. Not the other way around.

“I’m starting to get Sirius. I suppose he wishes it was you that he shagged.”

The two of you are walking alone, not another person is in the hall. You look up at him, your cheeks flushing when you find him already looking down at you. He runs his hand through his hair. You hate how it makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You turn your head away.

“I don’t know why he would wish that with me.”

“I could name a few reasons,” he says.

You’ve stopped walking at this point. You turn your body to face him, another shy smile on your face. James Potter is such a charmer. You’ve known this. Yet his words affect you as if you have no idea about his reputation of being a flirt.

This is bad, you think.

It’s been hard enough resisting the urge to take Sirius up on another night together, even harder keeping up the lie that it never happened. You should stop this before it gets any worse, you know that. However, from the look James is giving you, you know you won't be able to stop this no matter how hard you try.

“Yeah?” You eventually challenge. “What reasons might those be Mr. Potter?”

“For starters, you are incredibly fit.” You watch his eyes trail up and down your body for a few seconds before returning to yours. “You’re kind, you’re funny, you make your interest noticeable, but you aren’t desperate.”

“I never claimed to be interested in you though, that’s an assumption.” You point out.

He takes a step closer to you, your breath catches in your throat. “So, if I were to, I dunno, snog you right now, you wouldn’t be pleased?”

Despite everything in your head screaming at you to snap out of it and push him away for the plan's sake, you can’t. No matter how hard you plan it seems that James Potter’s charm outdoes it. You don’t dare to move a muscle.

“I’m not sure, you might have to test and see.”

He takes another step. “I don’t want to be hexed though, if this experiment ends in the possibility of you not liking it.”

You take a step forward. The two of you are so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Probability and possibility are different you know.”

He lifts one of his hands to your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. “So, it’s a possibility that you’ll push me off and hex me, and it’s a probability that you’ll...”

“Snog you harder.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll take my chances then.”

He begins to lean his head down, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning yours up, meeting him halfway. The first few seconds are gentle. You like how soft his lips are, how you can taste the mint chap stick on them. But once that initial new feeling fades so does the gentleness.

Within a few short minutes you’re no longer standing in the middle of a hallway being kissed as if it were your first. Instead, you’re pressed against the wall in a broom closet, with your shirt half unbuttoned and James Potter’s hand up your skirt. Your head falls back against the stone as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck, his thumb rubbing perfect circles on your clit. You run your hands through his curls, they’re just as soft as you expected.

“James,” you moan.

“Yes love?”

You struggle to catch your breath. “I don’t- we can’t- fuck.”

“Hm?” He presses his thumb down harder; you feel your orgasm approaching. “You alright?”

“Yes- just don’t stop,” you reply.

He lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Whatever you want.”

It’s safe to say, after that, phase two is completed.

~~~

Another week passes before you reach phase three. You don’t know why but playing James’s game is awfully fun. You know you’ve got him, and he knows he’s got you, but neither of you will say it. So, before anything can move too far in the closets, one of you stops it with an excuse and the other doesn’t question it. Part of you keeps it going because you want him to say the words, and another part of you keeps it going because deep down you don’t want it to be over yet.

But everything must end eventually.

The game's ending comes on a quiet Friday night. James catches you after dinner, dragging you off to one of the now familiar closets. He wastes no time, instantly pressing his lips to yours the second the door closes. There’s a desperation on his lips you haven’t felt before, it excites you. Naturally, you kiss him back, your hands moving up to his hair, his moving down to your waist.

Only a few seconds pass like this, then he pulls back. You can barely see his eyes through the darkness, but what you can see tells you something different is going to happen. He’s starving and you are more than happy to give him a taste.

“Can I have you y/n?” He whispers.

“Have me?”

He nods, his hands roaming up your sides. You shiver. “I need it, need you. Now.”

“You can have me, as long as you promise to keep this between us.” You place your hands on his shoulders and push him till his back hits one of the walls. “We wouldn’t want Sirius to be jealous that you actually got to shag me. You haven’t told any of them about this have you?”

“I have not, and I won’t. I swear,” he answers. “You can trust me.”

You smile and press a small kiss to his lips before lowering yourself to your knees. “I know I can. You’re a very sweet guy James and for that I’m going to show my appreciation.”

“You don’t have to-”

You begin to undo his belt. “I want to.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You unzip his trousers and pull away the fabric. You’re not surprised to find him already hard. You also aren’t surprised at how big he is. From the girls you’ve known to have shagged him, only good things came from them. You don’t waste any more time. You take him in your mouth and as far down your throat as possible. Blow jobs have never been your favorite activity, but from the sound that leaves James’s lips you know you’ll enjoy this specific one.

And you do.

You don’t know how much time passes by the time he’s cumming down your throat, but you do know you’ve enjoyed every moment. He moans your name louder than he should, his fingers tangled in your hair as he cums. Typically, you’d spit but this time you swallow. When you’re sure he’s done you pull back and rise, whipping your drool with the back of your hand.

James is breathless when he reaches for you. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you, nor to return the favor. Your legs shake as he buries his face between them, licking and sucking your clit at a perfect rhythm. It’s not long before it’s your turn to come undone due to his mouth. You have to hold yourself up on the wall as you finish, you practically see stars.

You pull him back up a minute later and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you once again and you savor the taste of yourself on his lips. It’s like a prize. And a memory you will forever cherish.

“Fuck me James,” you whisper eventually. “Like you mean it.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replies.

His hands fall to your thighs, and he lifts you up. You comply, wrapping your legs around his waist as he positions his hard again cock at your entrance. He enters you slowly, both of you savoring the feeling. He stretches you in an indescribable way that makes your toes curl. You hold him tight as he begins to fuck you.

Due to his active role in quidditch, his stamina is very built. He fucks you through two more orgasms before he even begins to show a sign of finishing. Tears role down your cheeks from the overstimulation, he asks you if you want to stop. You shake your head. He continues. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head. When he does eventually finish, he fills you up, his dick pulsing inside you.

He holds you tight after, his face tucked in your neck.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbles, his breath ragged. “I think I’d like to keep you.”

In this moment, you forget about your plan, and you turn your head to press a soft kiss to his sweaty head.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

~~~

As you lie in bed that night with your diary in hand, a fresh checkmark next to James’s name, you wonder how you’re supposed to go on to the next part. Too many emotions have gotten involved from you, James, and Sirius. You know adding another person into the mix will only cause further issues. However, you also did save the best for last. Intentionally. At least, you think so anyway. James and Sirius have given you times you didn’t know you could ever have.

But then your eyes trail over the last name again.

Remus Lupin.

The show must go on.

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tonberry-yoda · 11 months

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One More Time - Sanji (pt. 2) f!reader

notes - Here it is! I wrote the first part to this fic almost a year ago, but it has been brought to my attention that this needed a part two lol. The first part kinda sucks, but the story was great, so I was more than happy to bring a part 2! I hope everyone enjoys and has a super day!! <333 word count - 1,458 tags - @sleepyhead0720 <3

You blew a piece of your hair out of your face and took a deep breath. You really hoped that lovesick cook wasn't going to say anything to the rest of his crew because if so, you would be screwed.

Sure, he was cute as hell, but there was no way that you were going to be distracted by that of all things when you had a mission to do.

You were simply there to steal some gold and be on your way. You knew there was no way that you were going to get any of their bounties since you knew all about the strawhats and their run-ins with all sorts of giant names around the grand line, so you stuck with money.

In and out.

That's all you needed to do.

You took a deep breath and went to check around on the boat. It kind of sucked that you got on the boat when they were planning to leave, but if you snatched the gold and hid for a little while, maybe you had the chance of getting off at the next island.

You only wished that you could turn invisible.

But at least you were trained to stay quiet when you were young, growing up on an island with thousands of thieves and pirates. You stole from everyone, no matter what, and you were really good at it.

You stuck your head out from what looked like a trapped door as you crawled under the boat to find your way around. If this was going to be home for the next couple of hours, you had to know every nook and cranny as well as know how to avoid anything that could get you caught.

From the trap door, you saw the strawhats mingling at eating food. That cook from earlier was serving everyone their food and the captain was really putting it away.

They all looked so happy.

It reminded you of-

You quickly shook the thought from your brain and took a deep breath.

The mission, dummy. you reminded yourself.

Since they were all busy on the main deck, you thought you'd search around from the back of the boat and try to find the treasure room.

You were always pretty good at searching around in places like these, so it didn't take you long. But you cursed under your breath when you saw an industrial lock on the door.

The key had to be somewhere, right?

You couldn't just pick the damn thing.

"Ahem."

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard someone behind you.

GOD if only you could turn invisible.

But instead, you turned around slowly to find the red haired girl from earlier.

You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck.

"Can I help you?" she asked, pulling out a blue rod looking weapon.

"Just browsing." you smiled and threw a smoke bomb on the ground, darting off.

Jesus Christ, now you were really screwed. You managed to get yourself back under the boat in some storage room, but already heard some commotion from the crew up top. You knew she was going to tell them, but so soon?

You groaned softly and buried your face in your hands. What the hell were you going to do now? A whole team of beasts was after you. What would happen if someone found you? You would be dead, probably.

You wanted to avoid everyone if possible, but you knew that was going to prove difficult as it sounded like they were splitting up all over the boat. There were too many of them for you to go wandering around, so your best bet was in that storage room.

Or so you thought.

When you heard the trap door open on the ceiling, you tried to hide yourself behind a couple of boxes and you held your breath.

This was the most intense game of hide and seek you've ever played.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying that you wouldn't be found and you thought you were right when you heard the door shut.

You let out a long breath and almost screamed when you saw a figure in front of you.

You saw a match light and start up a cigarette. Who you recognized to be the cook leaned down to you, holding the lit match near your face.

"So you got on our boat, huh?"

You blushed. "I guess so."

He hummed in response and stood up to turn on the light. When he did, he squinted a bit before blinking and kneeling back down to you.

"So you did want our money." he said.

"Something like that." you rested your back against a box and hugged your knees.

"Ah.... so that was a-"

"Distraction. Sorry."

He just nodded and looked up at the dim light. "That was my first kiss." he said softly.

"Sorry." Was all you could say.

"It was nice." he whispered.

Your face went hot. God, why was he so pretty?

"I'm in big trouble aren't I." you said, trying to change the subject.

"I dunno. I could just tell 'em you jumped off and we'll drop you off at the next island."

"You would do that?"

He shrugged and smiled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say I have a soft spot for girls."

You laughed and took his cigarette out of his hand, smoking a big of it yourself. "Well, that's very kind of you."

You handed him back his cigarette and the two of you sat smoking for a while together in silence.

You jumped slightly when you heard the trap door open. "Sanji, did you find her?" It sounded like the captain.

"Nah, she's not down here. I think she jumped off." Sanji shouted. "I'm just getting stuff for dinner ready."

"Yummy!!!" The captain ran off and slammed the door and you looked at Sanji with bright eyes.

"You really didn't have to do that. I've been through worse, believe me."

"It's nothing, really. Plus, it would just be easier to let you go and made sure you didn't steal anything, right?"

You just nodded and he stood up.

"Well," he said. "I'm gonna go make some dinner for everyone. Want some?"

"You dont-"

"You look hungry. I'll be down with dinner soon."

You never really kept friends. You lived in a world full of cheats and liars, so you were expected to be one as well. Sure, you did the job you knew best, but more than anything, you just wanted people to call yours. People you connected with. The only time you got that connection was when you were a child, and that was far too long to remember in full detail.

That conversation with the cook. You hadn't done something like that in years.

You heard the door open again and he came down with a plate.

"You're name's Sanji, right?" you asked as he handed you a plate.

"It is. What's yours?"

"y/n."

Sanji sat next to you and began to eat his own food, occasionally glancing at you.

"You're a great cook." you told him when you finished your food.

"Thanks." he smiled. "You're a crappy theif."

You didn't want to break out into loud laughter in case anyone heard you, but if you could've you would. So instead, you just giggled a bit.

"You have a pretty smile." he said quietly.

"I'll break your heart." You kept your eyes on the floor, trying not to tear up.

"I don't care."

You looked up at him with shock in your eyes and he looked away with a bright red face.

"S-Sorry." he muttered.

"Don't apologize."

"Uh," he cleared his throat. "Nami says we won't be on the island until tomorrow afternoon. Can you wait that long?"

"I don't mind waiting."

"Good... I'll bring you some blankets."

"Sanji, you don't-"

"It's no big deal."

"Yes it is!" You stood up and Sanji turned around with pink cheeks. "No one's ever done anything like this for me."

He was at a loss for words. Not once in your entire life had anyone done this for you? That shocked him.

You walked up to him and threw your arms around him, trying to hold back your tears, which seemed nearly impossible when he hugged you back.

"I really need to get off of this boat." you chuckled.

"Why?" he asked, cupping your cheek.

"Before I make a mistake."

You pressed your lips to his and held his shoulders. He cupped your face so softly, that you thought you were going to melt.

You didn't know him very well, but you knew that you were going to be very upset tomorrow afternoon.

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longeyelashedtragedy · 2 years

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all or nothing episode 1: stream of consciousness comments

-not 30 seconds in and mikel is darting around in his all black outfit and Legs and dropping f bombs

-THE EMIRATES LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL WHO WANTS TO TAKE ME THERE 😭

-omg that cut from invincibles era to yakety sax fails in front of goal...ouch

-”as a manager you’re gonna be under pressure you’re gonna be questioned, but i’m ready for the fight”

-omg laca celebrating...my heart

-auba’s gold car....he and laca broing out

-”if you step to take the penalty, that’s a hero for me” thierry henry making me cry about baby b

-i want to talk to bukayo saka every single day

-babeys eating together!

-mikel’s office....does he have a little private patio outside? (also i like his backpack)

-mikel crossing himself THE LESS SAID THE BETTER OH BOY

-brentford fans clapping for B 🥺

-mikel’s grey sweater black pants and backpack getting out of his mercedes look...o hey

-(jealous of any country where you can wear a whole ass sweater and long pants in AUGUST)

-they had subtitles on ben white talking hjklsjgskfjsjfg

-the height difference between mikel and jo$h kroenke took me by Surprise

-mikel being like “the tsunami is coming 😁 the dark clouds are coming for me 😁🥲”

-aaron saying that when you’re a keeper you can be “dopey, a joker, stuff like that” shithouse king of my heart

-was that aaron’s mom kissing him when he signed his contract? i am dying

-where is gR A N IT

-oh there he is!!! i fuckin love how suck-uppy he looks whenever mikel is speaking holy lord what a boyfriend what a couple

-”i know how hard you fucking try” listen i’ve never found spanish accents to be particularly s*xy but i might make the exception for mikel saying ‘fucking’

-granit giving shirtless advice at the half of the chelsea game...FUTURE MANAGER

-WAIT AND THEN MIKEL TELLS THE TEAM THE SAME THING 2 SECONDS LATER I’M

-granit has such a fucking presence i’m

-these shots of them on the plane to manchester are really aesthetically beautiful? cold and stark and sad but with a weird warmth too

-O boy we’re about to get to granit’s red card 🍿

-granit’s mouth opens SO WIDE when he opens it

-omg he goes to check on cancelo after fouling him but ferran torres pushes him aside...ICE COLD bruh

-ngl watching mikel’s interactions with josh kroenke i can See why he didn’t get sacked js...mf wants a thicc slice of that jamón ibérico (wrong region i know)

-”difficult things happen in your mind, you know” omg bby is barely holding it together

-ngl i’ve skipped through some of the footage of us getting our asses handed to us bc it’s too painful lol

-mikel is being emo and there's a shot of him really passionately texting someone and his voiceover is like. “You need the right people around you, to lift you and support you” and i thought he was texting lorena but then it cuts to him sitting with josh kroenke aldfAJLGAGLDG why is this like an awkward date

-uh hello mikel arteta eyelash king of north london

-F i still have 15 min left of ep 1 and i’ve been watching for over an hour

-why isn’t there more granit in thisssssss

-granit calling mikel a freak again jfc keep it in the bedroom (please don’t actually)

-everyone playing around at training how can you not love them

-”fuck me he’s fucking starting” AARON’S DAD....his family oh my gOD. his mom....ahhhh

-oh here’s the inspirational speech but it still doesn’t show him drawing the circle holding hands!! come ooonnn

-when auba scores vs norwich i scREAMED even tho i already know this happens lmao

-bruh i had no idea how many emotions i would be feeling about aaron ramsdale after this!

-”your attitude was fucking spot on”

-F the next episode will have granit getting injured at NLD.......i’m not ready at all to relive this jfc (i was so fucked up when it happened lmao)

-WOW ok well!!! wow! that sure was a journey, it only took me over an hour to watch the first ep lmao

#ihc watches arsenal #ihc watches all or nothing #episode 1 #i'm sorry some of these comments are unhinged

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Ironclad

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of this fun filthy little fic in which you and your beloved Ironhead are awaiting a sex toy shipment... and in the meantime he decides to improvise with military equipment!

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, dom!Will, light bondage, rough sex, roleplay, knifeplay (but no blood at all), gagging (sort of, nothing too intense lol) Request: Voters chose this option as the winner of my little drabble fic poll!

Word Count: ~1.7k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

“You know I’m gonna get what I want.”

Never in all his life has Will sounded so dominant. This isn’t the first time you two have indulged in some roleplay, but something about this whole enemy premise that he has decided to bring to the bedroom today... makes your man’s big dick energy even more prominent. Each word that spills from his luscious pink lips is a bomb going off in your wet little cunt.

He’s so savage and strong, and you shudder in silence just mesmerized by the pearl ridge of his teeth and the flickering slick of his tongue. Play the role of the prey that the monster in him lives to hunt. Ironhead knows the best way to rile you up is to torture and taunt.

“Bitch, the war has already been won. All the damage is done,” he goes on. Gloating over the contrast of him being all suited up while you’re lying in bed with no clothes on. Lady parts covered in nothing but lacy pink frills whereas he’s got a thick pair of pants over his cock to hide that it’s now raging stiff. “There’s just one piece of intel that you need to give. Give it up and then maybe I’ll think about letting you live.”

But—but why is that theoretical death threat so painfully hot?!? To indulge in this game you decide that you ought to say something so you summon up all the little resistance you’ve got. “And what if...”

“What if what?” Will quickly interrupts, merciless about shutting you up. Blue eyes dart to the crotch of your panties—he likes what he sees, the damp spot of arousal so noticeable it’s nasty. His gaze is so sharp it could cut. “What if you’d rather keep your mouth shut? Oh, I’ll find ways to get you to give in to me like a good little slut.”

Yeah, okay, you don’t even have balls but somehow you just busted a nut.

Now he’s leaning low over the bed, bringing his flawless face down so close to your own that the sight and the scent of him knock you right dead. Ever since you first met you knew that was the power of Ironhead.

“Like I said,” he snarls husky and deep slaying you even more with the sound of his voice, “bitch, I’m onto you. If you won’t play nice and tell me where they’ve hidden the key, you leave me with no choice. I bet it’s hidden somewhere on you. And I’m gonna search this pretty little body, till I get you to surrender to me... just the way the naughty slut inside you wants to.”

For a second you just lie there stunned, struggling and failing to recover from how hard those words hit your cunt. Unable to believe that this sex god wants you as his wife.

As you’re reeling from feeling so blessed, something then compels your gaze to drop from his face to his chest. To the dark wooden hilt of the weapon Will Miller wields best. At the center of his well-stocked vest is a knife.

For some reason you cannot stop staring at it as he hovers above you and then slowly lowers himself to the mattress with sturdy knees straddling your hips, storm-blue eyes fierce and sparkly and snickering darkly and licking his lips. You have never been so damn aroused in your life.

Reading your mind, searching for all the signs to scope out every unspoken thought he can find... Will then reaches to grip the handle of his blade. It’s the hottest move he’s ever made. And that shit would feel dangerous, if only it weren’t for your level of trust. You trust this man so much. Always have in each game that you’ve played. His dominance makes you feel safe and your only true home is the heat of his iron embrace and his soft loving touch.

Always soft, always so full of love, even more so when it’s raw and rough. You don’t doubt that’s what’s in store tonight and already you can’t get enough.

Leans down over you close. He’s so gorgeous it’s gross. Lets you ogle his breathtaking beauty, while teasing you rudely, the tip of his knife tracing over the outline of your lingerie which has you wrapped in delicate lace and dainty little bows.

For a second he pauses to drop a whisper of a kiss on the tip of your nose—blink and you would’ve missed it—so soft it’s a ghost. All the hot hazy energy buzzing throughout you and bringing you ecstasy gathers right there at that spot on your skin where he kissed it. It’s his favorite way of reminding your inner slut how much he loves her and treasures her although she already knows.

Now that you’ve been reminded, he’s back in the game on the hunt for that make-believe key and determined to find it. Here he fucking goes.

“Now let’s see what the enemy’s hiding,” Will sneers, and it’s music to your slutty ears. You’re already surrendering right fucking here. Even if you wanted to fight him there would simply be no hope of fighting.

Nonetheless when he slides the sharp metal tip under the strip of fabric at your cleavage and jerks it upward till the skimpy lace snaps, you can’t help but let out a shocked gasp. Just what he had planned with this blade, you should really have realized—it wasn’t so hard to anticipate—yet now that the move has been made, it comes as a surprise. No surprise that it feels fucking great. Intensifies the flood between your thighs. Brings you up to the highest of highs.

Some small part of you suddenly feels a bit sad though. This is your single favorite set of lingerie, one of many gifts that Will had gotten for your recent birthday. And this savage tear isn’t something that you can re-sew.

“Will...” you whine as the corners of your pouty mouth turn down low.

He won’t let you continue. Quickly silences the little brat in you. He slams that door. “Did I tell you to speak, whore?”

... Oh. Fuck if that doesn’t make your already soaked pussy juices flow.

“That isn’t what this filthy fucking mouth is for,” your man reminds you in a quiet growl that thunders like a roar. He’s such a motherfucking king. “If you won’t tell me what I want to hear then you don’t get to say a fucking thing. You understand?”

You bite your bottom lip and bob your head as all that you can do is yield to his command.

“Mmm, I don’t think you do,” he rasps, reaching to take your hips in his firm grasp, so he can make sure you won’t move then as the cold blade meets the fabric of your panties and rips them right fucking through. “I think there’s still a little fight in you.”

There really isn’t as you need this man inside of you. But in this game you’re playing you pretend as best you can. Pretend that you’re the mortal enemy of this god of a man.

Will lets his weapon clatter to the floor, now that it’s done its work of shredding up your lingerie so he can have you spread before him like a whore. He reaches up then to strip off the heavy scarf that he has tied around his neck but just why he’s removing it you’re not quite sure...

Don’t have to wonder very long. Next thing you know he’s wrapping it around the lower half of your face like a gag and fastening it strong, to make damn sure he doesn’t hear another word off of your tongue.

He’d thought of using it to blindfold you—that would’ve been fun too—but damn are you glad that he didn’t ‘cause you want to witness every kinky thing he’s gonna do.

“That’s better,” he says wickedly and you’ve never been wetter. “Now if you ever want to stop or tell me no, you blink three times real slow. You got that?”

Nod your head, swooning at how the captain never fails to have a system to ensure your safety and consent in bed. He’s just so good at being bad and that’s why he is the best fuck and biggest love you’ve ever had.

He kisses the tip of your nose once again, proud of how well you listen and all ready for the real fun to begin. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gonna make sure that every other part of this pretty naughty little body stays nice and still like it should.”

Next thing you know he takes the carabiner off his vest and the torn shreds of lingerie spread on the bed and somehow in a matter of five seconds—how exactly you can’t even reckon—fashions a contraption that keeps you securely hooked onto the bedframe. Both wrists pinned above your head and fastened to the wood. God, he is so good at this game. So fucking good.

Now you’re all bound and gagged and naked... and at last Will can go hunting for the prize he wants and take it.

Said that he’s searching for some kind of key. Said that he thinks you’ve got the jackpot hidden somewhere on your body.

By the ‘jackpot’ he means G-spot. Obviously. And in all the nights you’ve ever been together honestly, he’s hit that and every goddamn spot you’ve got.

You’re sure tonight will be no different and you’re already exploding at the thought. You’ve never been so hot.

In this role that you’re playing, the secret you’re keeping is locked. Ironclad.

But it goes without saying... that really you’re just desperate for this sex god to unlock the floodgates of your tight wet cunt with his glorious cock. So fucking desperate to get fucked. And so you do tonight and it feels so good to play roles so fucking bad.

All the equipment on his vest rubs up so rough against the soft flesh of your breasts, as he plows into you and powerfully unlocks the core of pure passionate pleasure in your cunt and in the heart that pounds for him within your chest... fucking like mad... and it’s the motherfucking best. Without a doubt the best sex you and Ironhead have ever fucking had.

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Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear “You trynna have my babies?” or “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you.

E - Eat

Who Eats the most ?

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating.

F - Freak

Who is the Freakiest ?

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best.

G - Games

Who wins the most games ?

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep.

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

#lamelo ball #melo imagine #lamelo imagine

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tuanyiems · 3 years

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Cookies and Cream

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: annoyed by some (really just one) of your gratuitous “self-care” rituals, he decides to teach you a little lesson about indulgence, established relationship!au warnings – dom!gyeom, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting a/n – sorry for the delay, coincidentally I also had to work overtime for work this week lol now if only I had Gyeom too…but in other news, got7 is coming back in 3.5 more hours!!!!!!!!! I’m so excited y’all!!! // part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

It’s 9PM on a Friday when you decide to turn off your work computer and call it quits. When you blink, the blue shadow of your screen still flickers behind your eyes and for the past two hours your right lid has been twitching every few minutes. When you stand up from your office chair, the world spins and you are briefly nauseated. You swallow down the feeling with a huff, throwing on your jacket and purse.

It’s quiet on your floor, everyone else having left already. It’s been like this the entire week ever since your project manager proposed a new venture and put you in charge of actually making it happen. Yugyeom tells you to just quit, but you figure it’s partially your fault too. You don’t know how to say no.

So instead, you stop by the convenience store next door and buy yourself a couple of bath bombs. As an afterthought you throw in a box of Ferrero Rocher at checkout.

It’s another thirty minutes when you finally get home. Your whole body aches from being crouched at your desk. As you kick off your flats, Yugyeom greets you with a much too eager smile.

“Babe!” he exclaims, his black hair practically bouncing with every step towards you. “The boys are having game night tonight!”

You let out a yawn as you put your things down. “Sounds great, Gyeom, you go have fun.”

He let out a pout, “You don’t want to come with me?”

You answer with a tired smile and only grow even more weary when you see his infamous puppy dog eyes. “Gyeom,” you plead softly.

“I’ve barely seen you all week. Don’t you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you baby!” You pull him into your arms, nestling your face in his chest. You take a deep breath, his distinct warm bergamot tones filling your senses. You truly have missed him. Two years in and coming home to him every night still isn’t enough. Boy, are you in deep, huh?

“Then come with. Someone needs to put Bambam in his place. He bought a PC and suddenly thinks he’s a gamer,” you feel the rumble of his chest as he squeezes you closer.

And you feel your own resolve breaking the longer you stay in his arms, but when you blink, your eyes still sting from the strain of overuse and fatigue.

“But…I bought bath bombs.”

Yugyeom pulls away slightly and you offer up a weak smile. He knows you’ve been working hard this week. He assumed you would enjoy letting go and playing games for the rest of the night, so your rejection blindsides him. He was really looking forward to spending time with you and the guys. From above, he can see the bags under your eyes more clearly and you do look tired.

“Are you sure?” he offers up one final plea and you answer with a firm nod.

“Go and have fun for the both of us,” you assure, pulling away and heading towards your shared bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Yugyeom repeats, following after you like a shadow. “Want me to stay in with you?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you pull out a pair of mismatched pajamas from your drawers. “Please, I don’t think I can handle all your energy right now.”

“Hey!”

“You are the love of my life,” You press a kiss to his frown and watch how easily the corner of his lips lift. “I love you, I love you, I love you, but please Gyeom, go out and have fun and I’ll enjoy myself at home and when you come back, I will welcome you into my arms and we can have the whole weekend together, just us. Okay?”

Seeing your exasperation, Yugyeom puckers his lips before breaking out into a boyish grin. “Oh alright! Go have fun with your bubble bath, I guess.”

“I will,” you press one last kiss to his lips before shooing him away.

It’s not long before you finally have the apartment to yourself. Humming, you slowly disrobe as you make your way to the minibar, breaking out a glass of wine. And just as you are about to sashay over to the bathroom, you pause and decide to take the whole bottle with you.

Impeccably timed, the water you left running is filled to the perfect level as you enter. Taking in a deep breath, you smile as you sip at your wine. The bath bomb you bought fizzes in the water, dispersing in the hot liquid in pastel purple and pinks, and fills the small room with the aroma of vanilla and lavender. For a convenience store bath bomb, it does its job perfectly, which is great because you honestly needed this one win for the week.

When you finally sink into the water, it feels like heaven on your aching muscles. For the first time in what feels like this entire week, you feel your shoulders untensing from the heat of the water.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

And you almost fall asleep right there before you remember the chocolates sitting at the edge of the tub. Picking up one of the golden orbs, you bite at the curve of your lips and admire the crinkled foil before your eyes shift furtively to the bathroom door like a thief. Despite being alone in the apartment, you can’t help feeling like a child up to no good.

Yugyeom has a, well, disliking towards convenience store chocolates. He believes they dishonor the art of chocolate making with their “sick capitalist greed” (even though he happens to own a chocolate store). As a result, you very rarely ever ate chocolates that were not made by Yugyeom, himself, which was great because who doesn’t love free, expensive chocolates? But sometimes, you missed the taste of other chocolates.

Especially, Ferrero Rocher. Back in high school, these were your “expensive” desserts. Almost every month, they were your go-to treat whenever you were nursing your period pains and hormonal mood swings. When you entered adulthood and your self-care treatments became more expensive, so did your taste in chocolates.

But now, here you are, savoring the chocolatey, nutty flavor of convenience store goodness on your tongue while your lover is away like a wife with a dirty secret. Your life has come full circle.

You giggle, hand already tearing the wrapper off another piece before the taste of the first is even fully gone. Man, did you miss this flavor. If you could have it your way, you’d put Nutella in everything! The hazelnut spread was like crack! You make a mental note to buy yourself a jar on your next grocery run.

With the delicious taste of hazelnut glazed over your tongue, you sink back into the tub and watch mindlessly as the pastel water swirls around you.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and a hand pops through with your pink bra hanging by the strap on a finger. Yugyeom pushes open the door, revealing his amused face.

“So eager to kick me out that you left a whole trail of your clothes on the floor?”

You smile up at him before sinking your lips into the water.

“And here I was thinking you’d be so lonely by yourself,” he pouts, setting your bra on the sink counter and approaching you.

You sit up straighter, lifting your head fully out of the water, as he gets closer. “I left a trail so you could find me.”

“Too late for your lame excuses,” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of the tub. His eyes follow your movements as you hug your legs closer to your chest. Most of your makeup has washed off, though the ghost of your eyeliner still tints the ends of your eyes, and though your lipstick has rubbed off, the inside of your lip is awkwardly wine stained. The ends of your hair are wet by the water and the strands stick to your skin in clumps.

And you are so beautiful. Not because you look particularly different in this moment, but because you look so real. It makes him think back to when the two of you first started dating. You had been so nervous, waking up early to put on makeup before he could see you and wearing lingerie every time he slept over. Back then, you’d even refrained from your regular self-care routines because you had been so worried he would think you were too high maintenance.

But now, he is blessed to have you here, completely bare to him, literally and figuratively. All curled up in the tub, smiling up at him without an ounce of fear—it makes his insides all gooey. You do that to him.

The guys had given him a hard time about leaving game night early, but now that he’s here, he’s sure he made the right choice.

“Babe,” your soft whisper breaks him out of his reverie. Your eyes brighten when he meets your gaze. “Wanna join me?”

Yugyeom closes his eyes, tilting his head up, and lets out a loud exhale. “You are perfect.”

You giggle, nose scrunching, until you hear the sound of crunching plastic. You watch, in slow motion, as Yugyeom’s gaze drops to the floor and the both of you freeze.

You blink up, swallowing. The residue of chocolate suddenly tastes sour in your mouth.

“Is that…” The words get caught in Yugyeom’s throat. But his silence feels worse when he’s staring at you with wide, accusatory eyes.

“Gyeom, I-I can explain!” the words come jumbling out of you in a rush, your mouth suddenly dry.

“You…You…In our house, babe?”

“All the stores were closed by the time I left work. I just-I just wanted a quick snack!”

You feel like drowning in your own guilt when Yugyeom looks at you so sadly.

“You could’ve asked me to bring you home chocolates. Unless,” he pauses and a frown forms on his face, “you didn’t want to?”

You hurry to stand in the tub, water splashing from the sudden movement, but you don’t care. You twine your wet, raisined fingers between his.

“Baby, I love your chocolates! They’re my favorite, you know that,” you squeeze his fingers, ignoring the cold air around your bare skin.

“Do I?” he sulks, looking back at the half-eaten tray of Ferrero Rocher.

You sway to the side, angling your body so your eyes meet his again. “I went into the convenience store to buy bath bombs and grabbed these chocolates at checkout as an afterthought. If I knew I was going to crave chocolates when I saw it, I really would have called you. But it was already late at night and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Yugyeom sighs. “You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re allowed to eat and love whatever you want…but just so you know, you’re never bothering me. I will make you chocolates even if it’s the middle of the night and you’re on the other side of the world.”

“Gyeom,” you pout, endeared by his words even as he’s saying it with a frown on his face. You press your palm to his cheek, guiding his lips to yours. “I love your chocolates, and I love you.”

Finally, Yugyeom smiles and you meet his with your own. It’s not long before he’s edging his tongue through the seam of your lips, tangling in your mouth. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to taste him on your lips like this. The quick morning kiss goodbye could only keep you going for so long.

You’ve missed this so much. You’ve missed him. How long has it been since the two of you had sex? A week? No, ten days? For the both of you, that was like an eternity.

You can feel your hunger stirring against the pliant muscle of Yugyeom’s tongue. You forget to breathe as he sucks at the bottom of your lip until it is red and swollen. It’s not until your lungs feel like they are burning that the both of you break away with heaving breaths.

Yugyeom makes a face of disgust despite the shine of your saliva on his lips. “You taste like that stupid generic crap.”

He kicks at the tray of chocolates on the floor and you giggle.

“I don’t know, Gyeom, it seemed like you were enjoying the taste,” you tease, tongue poking slyly out the corner of your lips.

It’s then that he realizes your bare state and a smirk replaces his frown.

“You wanna have a self-care night, right? Let me teach you something about self-care.” Without another word, Yugyeom taps twice at your thigh and like a trained puppy, you jump for him. Clinging to his neck, you wrap your wet legs around his waist and let him carry you into your bedroom.

You let out a squeak of surprise when he tosses you roughly onto the mattress.

“If you want to indulge, I’ll give you something to indulge in,” Yugyeom grabs at the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head before flinging it across the room. You watch with hungry eyes as his hands move down to his jeans, veins protruding up his arms as he undoes his button. You can’t help the disappointment that fills you when he stops there.

His brows arch at your expression. “Only good girls get rewarded, baby.”

“I’ll be good for you,” you plead, crawling to the edge of the bed to meet him. He cups your face in his large hands sweetly.

“You promise?” You nod eagerly, making him scoff at your desperation. “Good girls don’t break their promises, so keep that in mind.”

“I promise,” you breathe out as Yugyeom trails his fingers down your cheek before grabbing you sharply by the chin.

“I don’t know, kitten, it seemed like earlier you didn’t even want me in the house. Feels like you didn’t miss me at all.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, brows arching with concern. He points his nose in the air haughtily, but if experience has taught you anything, there was definitely a hint of hurt in his words.

You touch your fingers to his wrist softly. “I missed you so much,” you utter softly. And contrary to the gentleness of your voice, your gaze is strong and sure. It’s only when Yugyeom’s lips twitch into the slightest of smiles that you relax into his touch again.

He pinches your chin between his thumb, forcing your head to tilt back further. His eyes returning to their dark, demanding gaze. “What exactly did you miss so much, kitten?”

“Everything—your touch, your taste, the way you make me feel wanted and loved and safe and warm,” your eyes glaze over, conflicted between giving into your lust or your love, and feeling it all jumbling inside your gut. Both your chest and your core aches for him and it’s so apparent in the way your body seems to melt into the grip of his hand. “I miss feeling you inside me. No one else can make me feel that good.”

“Oh, I’ll make you feel good tonight, kitten,” he smirks, releasing your chin. “Spread out for me baby.”

As soon as he utters the command, you are rushing to the pillows. With your head sinking into the silk pillowcase, you open your legs wide for Yugyeom to admire. And he admires, taking his sweet time to follow you onto the bed, eyes glued to the heavenly sight of your cunt just absolutely glistening with lust for him.

His mouth waters just looking at you spread out for him. “Pretty pussy, so wet for me already.”

He trails his hands slowly up your inner thighs and you are practically vibrating, careening for more of his touch. Yugyeom smirks as he stares at your pussy. Even in his peripheral vision, he can already tell you’re on edge. Brushing two fingers up your wet pussy lips, he spreads your folds apart with the V of his fingers.

Your shaky inhale is audible, much to Yugyeom’s satisfaction.

“So impatient, kitten,” he chuckles darkly, enjoying the way your cunt clenches around nothing. He lifts his fingers off of you and raises it to his mouth. He watches you closely before releasing a low moan at your taste on his tongue. When you bite your bottom lip and watch him quietly, Yugyeom releases his fingers with a pop and lifts his brow. “You’re really trying to keep your promise, aren’t you?”

You nod fervently, making him laugh.

“Then as I promised, good girls get rewarded,” he smiles, a shine in his eyes that promises mischief.

With that, Yugyeom presses his two fingers back between your legs and you release a loud sigh at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls. The ache is delicious and you find yourself whining a little too loudly at just his two fingers alone. You’ve been so wound up this entire week, the sudden stretch of his two fingers is almost overwhelming. Already, your walls are quivering around his digits.

You feel your cheeks heat, eyes diverting from Yugyeom’s gaze to the ceiling. When you hear his dark chuckles, you know he’s noticed too. You’re already so close, it’s embarrassing. When Yugyeom curls his fingers into your soft, velvety flesh, a moan releases from your throat as you feel a fluttering straight in your core.

It feels too good too fast and soon you are whining, palms flying to cover your face as the knot in your core tightens.

“Gyeom, wait, I-”

“Aw, is kitten going to cum already?” Yugyeom coos sadistically, fingers curling faster against your walls. “What’s the rush baby? I haven’t even tasted you properly.”

“Please,” you whine, tensing at your abdomen in a sorry attempt to fight off your orgasm.

“Missed me that much, baby?” he laughs, feeling your walls squeeze against his digits.

“Yes!” you admit, feeling the telltale signs of your cunt contracting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm hits you, making your body quiver with pleasure. Heat spreads across your limbs as you ride out your high.

Yugyeom’s fingers continue to stroke against your pulsing walls as he watches you cum on his fingers. His smirk grows when you open your eyes again, looking at him with surprise. Your hands come to his wrist.

“B-babe,” you stutter, body shaking from his continued ministrations. “It’s too much.”

“Shh,” he strokes his fingers softly against the swell of your walls while his other hand gently lifts your hand from his wrist. “You can do this, kitten. Be a good girl for me.”

You swallow, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as a thrill runs down your spine. Finally, you give a small nod, and he smiles at you with crescent eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers encouragingly. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby. Show me how you cum, okay?”

You nod, squeezing his hand as he presses a third finger into your sopping hole. As soon as you’re stretched by his third finger, you can already feel your core tightening. Your heart races in your chest as Yugyeom curls his fingers into you faster, chasing the delicious high that is just tipping you at the very edge.

You let out a whimper, eyes squeezing as your walls tighten around him for the second time. His fingers dig into the perfect spot inside of you over and over until you are exploding with pleasure. All thoughts leave you as your mind fills with hot white pleasure.

As you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm, the fog slowly lifts from your mind and you are relieved to find Yugyeom’s fingers have stopped moving inside you.

“You did so great, baby,” he praises you and you feel yourself glowing from his words.

And then you feel his fingers move again.

“Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you. He smiles, coming up to press a kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “I love seeing you cum around my fingers.”

You pout, running your fingers through his hair. “Only for you.”

You feel him smile against you before he moves to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You can do one more for me, kitten,” he murmurs, breath tickling the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver, and he can already feel you arching into him. “I missed your taste, baby.”

At those words, you groan. God, you missed his tongue on you.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?” he chuckles, brushing his wet fingers between your folds. You whine, nodding. “Such a good girl. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

“I know,” you exhale, already shivering from his touch. You watch him with hooded eyes as he smiles from your admittance.

Slowly, he makes his way back down your body, tickling your skin with butterfly kisses down your neck and sucking red bruises down the valley of your chest. Planting a sweet kiss to your mound, Yugyeom pulls away to blow air at your glistening folds, admiring the way you shiver at the sensation.

Finally, with eyes on you, he dips down and licks a stripe up your pussy. He smirks with satisfaction as your eyes flutter close. He taps your thigh, bringing your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

You whimper, nodding, and you rise on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, Yugyeom gives you one last smile before pressing his lips around your clit. You suck in a breath as he laps at the bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue in intoxicating circles. His mouth feels so warm and soft around you, you can’t help the sigh of pleasure that escapes you.

“God,” you moan, feeling the tightening of your core once again.

Yugyeom answers you with the press of his fingers at your entrance again. You let out a loud moan, feeling your walls quiver at the familiar intrusion. Despite yourself, you find your body clenching around his digits.

The room fills with your heavy panting and the loud squelch of his fingers thrusting into your sopping entrance. But you can barely hear anything, your brain buzzing from oversensitivity. It almost hurts, how good he makes you feel. When he groans around your clit, it sends vibrations straight to your tightening core.

“Gyeom!” you whine, eyes prickling with tears as he sucks harder.

Your legs shake out of control when he curls his fingers against your g-spot, sending you hurtling into another orgasm. A guttural wail of his name leaves your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut. Tears run down your cheeks as your head hits the pillow and you shake against the mattress, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure erupting throughout you. Wave after wave of hot pleasure spreads across your skin and Yugyeom watches in awe as your pussy squirts all over him and down his bare chest.

“Fuck, baby!” He laughs when you finally come to. “You just squirted!”

You feel your cheeks heat as you look down at his wet body and the mess on the sheets. “I-I did,” you mutter, suddenly shy.

“Don’t get embarrassed on me now, kitten,” he smiles reassuringly at you. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done, babe. I just want to eat you out forever now!”

You suck in a breath when he dips down and laps at your cum. You shiver at the sting of oversensitivity, pushing his head away.

“Too much, Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh before sitting back up.

The smirk returns to his face as his eyes darken again. “Too much, kitten? But I’m just taking care of you. I know you love your self-care nights so much.”

Your eyes grow wide as you follow his hands. You swallow, seeing the bulge of his jeans. And despite having orgasmed the hardest you ever have just moments ago, you find your pussy clenching against air.

And the ache for your boyfriend returns, tenfold.

A shiver runs down your spine as he presses his red, hard cock to your swollen pussy. A little indulgence never hurt anyone right? After all, you had a very rough week.

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 smut #kim yugyeom #got7 series #fluff #smut #fanfiction #writing #le chocolatier series

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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15x19: Inherit the Earth

We’re down to the end, and guys, I’m not ready. :(

Then:

THEY’RE IN LOVE

Now:

The world is empty.

Sam and Jack wander the empty streets. Dean pulls up in the Impala (still wearing his jacket with Cas’s bloody handprint. BRB CRYING.) Everyone’s gone. Dean tells the others that it’s Chuck that did this. Jack asks the IMPORTANT question: “Where’s Cas?” Dean looks down and hesitates, but eventually says, “He saved me.” He tells them the cliff’s notes version of what happened while shoving down A MILLION feelings of regret and loss and I want to hug him. “Cas is gone,” he finishes, and hahahahahahahahah NOPE. Sam, in disbelief, calls his side-ship Jody. No answer.

They head to an empty sports bar (AND WHAT I WOULD DO TO GO TO A BAR WITH FRIES AND TVs AND BEER RIGHT NOW). Jack stays outside and prays to Cas. He gets nothing and starts walking. All the flowers start to wilt as he passes them. WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Sam blames himself and is done. They decide to meet with Chuck.

They tell him that they’ll play his little game. They’ll kill each other. Dean demands that they put everything back to normal first, though. “The people, the birds, Cas.” All of it. (WEEPING.)

Dean, DEAN, Cas doesn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Yeah, Chuck doesn’t care. He’s really into the brothers' suffering alone story. “That’s deep, that’s sophisticated, that’s a page turner.” Oh, Chuck, you dumb bastard.

Cut to the bunker where they’re all suffering on their own. Jack wallows in his room. Sam wanders the halls, and Dean lays passed out on a bottle of liquor in the library. Sam finds Dean in the library, and Jack soon joins them to tell them that he’s sensing another presence in the world.

They head to a gas station. Dean heads for the bathroom, and hears a whimpering. IT’S A DOG. And Dean’s so happy to have found him. He names the dog Miracle.

Dean brings the dog out to show Sam. He tells him that Miracle is coming home with them. I AM DYING. Sam is shocked. Dean tells him not to worry because he’ll only let him ride shotgun if Sam is cool with it. Lol.

Of course, all good things must end. And Miracle dusts like everything else in existence. Dean looks around and sees Chuck giving him a smarmy salute. F U C K O F F, C H U C K. Dean doesn’t even like dogs, so there. (The patented Robert Singer ZOOM tells me that Dean does indeed care about dogs.)

(Sidenote: The dog is Cas, right? Dean’s beyond happy to see it. And is ready to let it sit shotgun, but only if Sam’s okay with it. And he’s REALLY upset that they can’t “save a dog”. Just thinking thoughts.)

They head to a church.

Once they’re in the church of very dangerously burning candles, they’re greeted by Michael.

Michael tells them that he’s been chilling here to avoid Chuck’s notice. Adam is gone. (RIP Winchester brother that never got a chance.) Michael monologs a bit about humans and stuff. Dean recognizes a little soldier when he sees one. Michael wants to help though.

Back at the bunker, Sam shows him Death’s book on God. Michael tries opening the book with no luck. (Sidenote: The DRAMA of the lights being lower is killing me.)

*Dean is In Love Alert*

The brothers take a moment alone in the dark kitchen.

Dean gets a call.

Dean takes the call and because he’s a precious bean that actually believes what he’s hearing. Cas is at the bunker. He’s outside. He’s hurt.

Dean takes off like a rocket AND I’M DYING. BBY BOY. NO.

It’s not Cas. It’s Lucifer.

UGH.

(DOUBLE UGH.)

(INFINITY UGH.)

Yeah, Lucifer totally sees what’s between Dean and Cas and gains access to the bunker because of that. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool.

He tells the brothers that the Empty kicked him out to finish Chuck. He brought a reaper to prove to the brothers that he’s good people (NOT.)

Betty is bound and gagged. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.) Lucifer then kills her. (Because WHY NOT DO THAT TO A WOMAN, Buckleming.)

Betty is the new Death!

(Sorrynotsorry for the lack of pictures. I think we all know why.)

She asks for the book. If they give it to her, she can read it.

They set her up in the dungeon reading room, and she doesn’t need helpers.

Meanwhile, Lucifer is playing cards and there’s ZERO interaction with Jack and him. AND I AM LIVING. Like, it’s 100% clear that Jack isn’t his son and he does not see him as a father. Jack’s father is dead. AND I AM LIVING. (But also sad because Cas is dead.)

Lucifer does interact with Michael though. Michael does not trust his brother.

Betty pops up with the book and the end of God. Lucifer ashes her with a snap of his fingers.

(HOW?!>!>?)

Wherps, he grabs the book from her and reveals his hand. He’s working with Chuck.

Lucifer and MIchael battle it out. Jack watches. Lucifer tries to convince Jack to join the losing team.

Michael stabs Lucifer with an archangel blade. Mercifully, there are no haughty speeches or further peacocking between these two. Lucifer sparks out, gone at last. GOOD RIDDANCE.

Later, Dean has a heart to heart with Michael in the kitchen. Michael’s reeling that Chuck brought Lucifer back from the dead instead of seeking him out. But he’s definitely NOT BITTER, NOPE.

Dean reveals that Chuck’s book is open and full of mysterious Enochian symbols. Sam’s going to translate those, and figure out how Chuck dies, so they can start knocking down some dominoes!

In the library later, Sam reveals that he’s uncovered a spell to stop Chuck. (Jack was researching nephilim on the computer! Jack bby) When complete, the spell will unleash an “unstoppable force” against Chuck. They head out to a special location, light the spell, and it sends three bright beams of power into the sky.

But the spell explodes. They look up to find Chuck standing there. Chuck...chucks the Winchesters and Jack away. He thanks Michael for tipping him off. “It’s always been my destiny to serve you,” Michael tells him. But that’s not enough for Chuck to forgive him for siding with the Winchesters even once. Chuck fractures Michael into light. The last archangel bites the dust.

He turns his attention to the Winchesters. It’s time to finish them. He’s canceling the show. At the last minute, he decides it’ll be more fun to beat them to death instead of snapping them out of existence. It’s……..YIKES PRETTY BRUTAL TO WATCH. “Just stay down,” he counsels them - practically begs them. But they won’t stop. Broken and bleeding, they hold each other up against him.

Sam laughs at Chuck’s confusion. “You lose,” he tells him. Behind Chuck, the camera pans to Jack.

Chuck tries to snap Jack dead but his snapper isn’t working.

Jack lays his hands on Chuck and golden power streams from Chuck into Jack. Jack snaps his fingers once, and the Winchesters are healed. As they say in the industry...suck it, Chuck.

Sam drops Death’s book in front of Chuck, but the pages are blank. Only Death can even SEE anything in the book (making the whole “can’t open book covers” thing into nothing but a drama llama move). The Winchesters came up with a plan B and spout this in a quick exposition dump.

Michael was jealous of Lucifer being “chosen” by Chuck

They made up the story of a spell, so Michael would tell Chuck

Jack’s “bomb” quest turned him into a power vacuum - thus the dying plants

When Michael and Lucifer fought in the bunker, the power exchange charged Jack back to full nephilim strength

Chuck killing Michael and beating on the Winchesters allowed Jack to absorb god-power

“This is why you’re my favorites,” Chuck gasps. He doesn’t know what happens next, but he’s ready to die “at the hands of Sam Winchester. Of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer.”

And. Babies. Sweeties. I know that there are lots of people who have problems with this episode but THIS! THIS. This next line makes it all worth it. Because Dean tells him, “See, that’s not who I am. That’s not who we are.” He took how Castiel sees him and he planted that damn seed in his own heart and watered it even in the depths of despair and now it’s so mighty a force that he just walks away from their lifelong tormentor. GUYS. I LOVE IT. I’m so emotional right now.

Jack confirms that Chuck won’t get his powers back. “It’s not his power anymore.” And AGAIN I am emotional thinking about fanfiction and fanart and giving this show to us when it’s all done. Ahem. Anyway. Chuck’s gonna grow old and die and be forgotten like every single human. (Ooookay that got a little dark, but I’ll allow it. This is a “to the pain” speech, after all.)

Chuck begs for them not to leave him, reduced to sniveling panic in the Impala’s dust cloud.

The Winchesters head back to a small, empty town. Jack closes his eyes in the sunshine as “Get Together” by the Youngbloods croons across the scenes. People return to the world and it’s gentle and beautiful - everyone returning to their day-to-day. “Come on people now, smile on your brother!” the song implores.

Love is but a song to sing Fear's the way we die You can make the mountains ring Or make the angels cry Though the bird is on the wing And you may not know why

Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another Right now

And look. I know this is just a song, and this is just a show. But this is my hope for this show and these characters - steeped in darkness for so long. And this is my hope for our actual real world too. It’s hard for me to separate the two so YES I’M CRYING AS I TYPE THIS. May this song lead us into the next episode and destroy me in a fountain of hopeful light.

Erm. anyway. Miracle the dog runs into the scene! It IS a damn miracle! Dean and Sam are so proud of Jack! Jack confirms that Amara is with him and they’re in harmony. I’m so happy that Amara got a happy peaceful forever after with her nougat nephilim grand-nephew. Dean assumes that Jack’s coming back to the bunker with them. He’s top dog, “he can do whatever he wants now.” (And readers, I like that Dean says whatever “he wants” and not whatever the Winchesters want. I think it shows personal growth!)

Jack declines. He’s already home - he’s everywhere and everything. “I’ll be in every drop of falling rain. In every speck of dust that the wind blows. And in the sand, the rocks, and the sea.” Jack doesn’t want to lead people, or be prayed or sacrificed to. He wants to let them discover the truth in their own hearts, in their own time. “Chuck put himself in the story. That was his mistake. But I learned from you and my mother and Castiel that when people have to be their best - they can be. And that’s what to believe in.” I have to say, I was fervently against Jack-as-God until it happened. But just like everything to do with Jack, once it happens I just go...okay, cool. I’m on board!

In the bunker, Dean and Sam drink beer and comment on the quiet. “To everyone that we lost along the way,” Dean toasts. Sam realizes that they can write their own story now. “Just us,” he says (and it sounds like a bleak echo in the empty bunker). Behind them, the table has SW, DW, MW, Jack, and Castiel engraved and...MY HEART.

The Winchesters leave to go find out what freedom feels like and we get a montage of past scenes from the show, and characters we loved or loved to hate. Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty” plays us off in sweet, mournful nostalgia.

The Winchesters drive into a sepia-tinged world. This episode is like my Thanksgiving plate mid-meal - all mashed together for faster plot consumption. But on a rewatch, there’s a lot to like too! It’s a goodbye to one story...

And we leave nostalgia behind. It’s time for them to figure out their own story and I AM SO EXCITED to see what happens next! (Lays some nougat candy bars on my altar for Andrew Dabb for one last vigil.)

WHERE’S THE QUOTES?

Where’s Cas?

Who’ve thought finding a dog would feel like a miracle? C’mon, Miracle!

What’s an ending?

Eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience it’s just kinda...meh

Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive!

#spn spoilers #spn recap #spn 15x19 #inherit the earth #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #chuck shurley #michael #lucifer #supernatural season 15

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starglitterz · 3 years

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*breaks down door* HEY IM BACK WITH MORE VALORANT BECAUSE ITS LIKE 2 AM AND I CANT SLEEP >:D

this is gonna be long

ish

random thing i feel like xiao ganyu and zhongli have very shitty wifi because poor peepaw cant afford good wifi

f in chat 😔

Kaeya: would be more strategic and tactical, I see him as a Cypher or Sova main, also has a lot of fun placing astra's stars and watching diluc suffer while being sucked into astra's stars.

Klee: A raze main, got into valorant when jean dropped her off at Kaeya's house and watched kaeya play valorant. Just very destructive. eliminated an entire team alongside Xinyan. Yeah, Jean was not happy with that. Alice was probably chill with it. (klee's totally isnt long because she's my favourite character yeah totally not)

Xingqiu: takes his time placing Cypher's traps, or Killjoy's cool ass technologies and stuff. the very smart and strategic player. He outsmarts the other team. a lot. this is short but whatever.

Ningguang: I see her as a Brimstone main, or a Sage main. Depends if she feels like she wants to be the leader of the team, or wants to support the team from the sidelines. has insanely good wifi, insanely good mic, stuff like that. the only time she's ever going to disconnect from calls are if the power runs out which is literally never.

Hu tao: Plays as raze or pheonix. Just very reckless in general. Not sure what else to write for this lmao

Yanfei: Hu tao's girlfriend!! (yantao 4 life babeyyyy) supports Hu tao by playing as sage. Has a job as a lawyer so she doesnt play much.

Qiqi: Hu tao's niece. Got into valorant from klee. Plays as Skye (she just likes the animals ok) or Sage with klee. has slow reaction time tho. (hu tao was very surprised when she saw qiqi in a match.)

Diluc: plays as pheonix or astra, he's way better than kaeya when he plays as astra. okay ill just say he treats valorant as a chess game when he uses astra and he sometimes uses pheonix for his flashes.

this is long

-Luca

hi !!! YAY MORE VAL HCS !!! pls do get some sleep tho T_T

under the cut again :)

first off, NOOO POOR BBYS KJADJKASD SOMEONE GIVE ZHONGLI A RAISE - i just know xiao somehow manages to still be such a good gamer even with his insanely high ping LSKSK (childe's actually kinda jealous bc he has good wifi but dies half the time either way)

kaeya: LMFAOOO he is way too smart omg,,, he plans out where hes going to put trapwires & cameras as a cypher main and idk why i see him as like a sniper? but yes he bullies diluc 90% of the time too HAHA

klee: KLEE PLAYS VAL ??!??!?! teaching the kids young i guess 😭 but yes omg raze main too, plays in a team w kaeya xinyan and diluc,,, scolds diluc when he dies in-game HAHA and also just drops bombs everywhere but somehow gets the team the win ?????? everyone can't tell if it's luck or just genuine planning - spoiler alert, it's some crazy luck. jean's worried klee's going to become a game addict but alice encourages it, saying its' better to get rid of your violent tendencies online than irl LOL

xingqiu: YESS KILLJOY MAIN - i feel like he prefers killing from a distance?? like he prefers to use her tech to detain enemies & stuff instead of getting up close and personal to knife them. also he just thinks her design is rlly badass HAHA

ningguang: rich geo mom. YES SHE HAS THE BEST EQUIPMENT OMGGG i swear her valorant never ever lags and her ping is so low???? xiao is quaking. BRIMSTONE MAIN NINGGUANG !!!!!!!!!!!!! yes omg i agree, she's a whole girlboss , she's badass asf and the ultimate team leader. w her on ur team, ur most likely to defeat the enemy around 13 - 5 LOL

hu tao: my bby omg,, LSKDS i feel like she either mains raze or astra bc she likes astras stars and raze bc explosions, also shes the type who sacrifices other people in her team as bait to get to the spike and deactivate it but later claims their sacrifice was for the greater good, basically she just has a lot of fun while playing and doesnt rlly care abt the ranks as long as she has a good time

yanfei: LETS GOOO YANTAO NATION UNITE !!!! yes omg she plays as sage for sure bc she has to heal her chaotic gf allll the mf time, and even if her schedule doesnt rlly let her play that much she treasures the time that she does bc she gets to spend it w hu tao 🥺

qiqi; QIQI AS A SKYE MAIN BC SHE LIKES THE ANIMALS IM CRYING 😭😭😭 /pos qiqi is kinda bad at val bc of her reaction time which gets her killed before she can shoot back most of the time, but she doesn't mind as long as she's playing w her friends/family

diluc; NOOO HE RLLY IS BETTER THAN KAEYA AT PLAYING ASTRA AJKDAKSJD and he isnt petty enough to rub it in kaeya's face,,, or is he?! he also has a busy schedule, so he doesn't play that often but is literally still such a high rank????? what??????????? mainly bc he treats the whole thing like a chess game & predicts the opponents moves rlly well and ends up being like 10 steps ahead of them HAHA

#📧 — mail !#luca💌#q.kaeya #q.zhongli #q.xiao #q.ganyu #q.klee #q.xingqiu #q.ningguang #q.hu tao #q.yanfei #q.qiqi #q.diluc

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bonermir · 3 years

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Ok so, I am a noted “whore for lore.” When I make characters for Video Games I have this habit of creating huge backstories and reasons as to why they are make the choices they do in the game, and of course with Cyberpunk I have created OODLES of headcanon for my V and I’m very curious what other people’s headcanons for their Vs are?

I’m gonna post mine below (very very minor ending spoilers) but also feel free to reblog and share your own V headcanons, I wanna hear them!!!!!

So my main V is a Corpo. Her full name is Valeria Lucinda Ramos and like the canon she’s 27.

The Cyberpunk wiki has f!V’s birthday as Oct 12, 2049 so I just made her birth time at noon so that means that she is a: Scorpio Sun (Johnny is also a Scorpio lol their birthdays are 4 days apart) Gemini Moon Aquarius Rising.

She’s an only child and was raised by her mother, father and her Abuelo. She’s Latinx; Her mom is half Filipino, half Mexican and her dad is full Mexican. She was born in Night City and she was raised in Charter Hill. Her Abuelo is her father’s dad. He was an employee of Arasaka when the bombing happened (He wasn’t there when the nuke went off.) Her family has worked in Arasaka for years so she was expected to follow suit.

They gave her the choice that she could either work at Arasaka or Biotechnica but she knew that her parents would be disappointed in any choice other than Arasaka.

Her mom was/is a huge Eurodyne fan so she grew up hearing his music in her house but she didn’t know a whole lot about him. The Second Conflict jacket that you find in V’s closet is a hand-me-down from her mom.

Her parents don’t live in Night City anymore they are retired and they spend time either traveling or in their second home in Mexico. They don’t have much of a relationship with V. They financially cut her off when she was in college.

She met Jackie when she was 20 in college. He was one of her friend’s boyfriends at the time. They were on a trip in Mexico and he saved her life when she got in the middle of a bar fight and they became friends from that experience.

V has always been interested in the net and netrunning. She got her first cybermodem when she was a preteen and started honing her skills then. She would in her free time work on her skills and commit petty crimes like stealing funds or spying on classmates or changing classmates grades (for a price.) She studied a lot on runners like Rache Bartmoss and Spider Murphy (her personal idol.) She had knowledge of Alt Cunningham, but not enough to fangirl. She mostly just knew that she was a big shot ITS runner who disappeared over 50 years ago.

The Netwatch shard on her desk in the beginning of the game was put there by her grandfather. I think he travels a lot. Post Arasaka termination, they haven’t spoken.

Her netrunner name is Arachne.

On top of being a netrunner she mains using the monowire, she also has an affinity for using bats.

V doesn’t drink or smoke because she thinks that they would hinder her netrunning ability she thinks she needs to keep her body and mind clean. Same goes with unnecessary cyberware that alters appearance (save for her monowire implant, Kiroshi, and hair color implant)

Speaking of, her hair isn’t naturally rose gold, she has an implant that turns her hair pink. She’s had it since she was 16 when she convinced her parent to get her one for her birthday. It’s top of the line so it’s lasted well over ten years. Her favorite color is obvs pink. She has hazel color eyes and her natural hair color is dark brown.

She lost her virginity while Chippin’ In was playing, why is why she knows that one song.

She has an eclectic music interest, but has a secret love for old school indie music. I think since her mom liked rockerboy music she actively avoided it which is why she has almost no knowledge on it.

She was a good student and while being rather straight edged, she was a party girl during her teen/college years. She likes to have a good time. I think my V is more of a “good girl.” She does at times definitely give off the spoiled rich girl Cher Horowitz vibes. It wasn’t until she starting hanging out with Jackie and more once Johnny is in her mind that she really give in to more of her “primal urges.”

Post ending she is very close with Panam and Misty, they have a sort of sisterhood with each other. She’s close with Judy but she spends most of her time traveling.

Her true ending is the secret ending. She spends her time after finding a way to not only save herself, but also to bring Johnny back. They still have contact through cyberspace. She has a dedicated BBS that she created just for him, with enough black ICE that rogue arasaka agents can’t reach it where they can communicate.

Yes, I do think Johnny is the love of her life, I will be taking no critiques. They are parallels of each other, and save for Jackie he is the one person who truly understood her and would do anything to save her. They are tethered to each other.

Somedays, after her and johnny were split from each other, she be going along with her day and out of the blue realize that there is a lit cigarette is in her hand. She doesn’t know how long she had been smoking it, but it always takes her by surprise.

Did she have a threesome with the Peralez’s? That’s between them to know ;)

Here’s my V also, love my gorl:

#v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk #Johnny Silverhand #he's mentioned so i'll tag him lol #ANYWAYS i love this game #cp: valeria ramos

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artbyfuji · 4 years

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R,,,Reincarnation AU; Summer and Raven keep meeting each other (and falling in love ofc lmao) everytime. 🏃

I think my ass just wrote a whole fic up in here lol:

1341

You were the heir to the throne. I was assigned as your personal guard. You hated this life, your family formed you into the perfect being. The smartest. The wisest. The best fighter. But you hated it. They saw you as an object. Just like the subjects of their kingdom. They cared only for status, willing to sacrifice them all in a moments notice. You said I was the first person to view you as something more than a name. More than just the heir to the Rose Kingdom. One day in the royal library, you suggested it. “Let’s run away.” You showed me an old map of the castle, secret tunnels leading outside of the kingdom.

I was loyal to the kingdom that gave me a chance to be something. But my loyalty to them couldn’t compare to my loyalty to you. We ran away. Crept through the tunnels and fled as far as our legs would take us. We were free, just the two of us, and in that moment, we shared a kiss. It was just us for maybe a year, but forces beyond our control wanted to break us apart. Enemy kingdoms were on the hunt for us, if you were killed it would benefit them immensely. They found us in the cottage we built by the river, it was two assassins intent to slaughter us. We fought but you were always stronger than me, I never understood why they would make me your guard if you could so easily defend yourself. Perhaps it was so I could take the fall in your stead. Maybe that’s what your family viewed me as, not a person, just a shield.

I was over powered, laying by the river bed bleeding out, wouldn’t make it much farther. The assassin grinned as he scraped his blade along the ground. He charged to stab me, but instead of hitting me…. the blade pierced right through your abdomen. I never noticed that you killed the assassins partner, never noticed you jumping into his path. Until it was too late. He pulled the blade from you, and the sound you made hurt me more than these wounds ever could have. But with the last of your strength you killed him, sliced his throat while he was mid swing. You then limped over and laid down beside me. We stared up at the sky, stars were visible and the dusk began to slip away. The sound of the river flowing drowned out our weak breaths.

Your bloodied hand grabbed for mine squeezing it as tight you could manage. Then we turned to look at each other, your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. Your smile barely masked the pained emotions creeping under the surface. I wanted to be angry with you. for taking the blade for me. But some reason, I felt nothing…. I was just lost in your presence. You looked me in the eyes and said it “we’ll find each other again.” It was a statement like you were positive this wouldn’t be the end of our story. I smiled… because I believed you. We both looked at the sky again. Watched the stars shine in the dark blue night sky.

Until it was black that consumed us both.

1674

Seeing you again shocked me to my core. We lived in the same town, I worked as a carpenter with my brother. You were an apprentice to a tailor. You wandered into our shop in hopes of getting a stool repaired. We looked each other in the eyes and just knew… knew of our past lives, of our struggles. Of our promise. We were finally together again. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as we held each other in a tight embrace. “I didn’t want to lose you again,” I said as our lips pressed together for the first time, under that oak tree outside of town. “I didn’t want lose you again,” I said as we laid in the same bed, clothes long abandoned on the floor. “I wouldn’t lose you again,” I said as knelt in front of you holding a ring up. You laughed, and confusion flooded my mind, until you knelt down and showed me the ring you were hiding….. it made our love grow that much more.

We were set to be wed. We decided on late spring, the ceremony would be held on that cliff side you loved so much. The way the sky looked at sunset was a true marvel, with brilliant hues of orange and purple that would dance across the sky. Was this the happiness we deserved in our past lives? I remember regretting asking myself that. Because two months before our wedding, I fell ill. double pneumonia, they said i should cherish the days I have left because it wouldn’t be many.

It was the eve of our would-be wedding when my body lost its battle. You sat beside the bed everyday soothing my pain. But this day was different, I could barely keep my eyes open, I knew the end was coming, and maybe you did too. Because you reached for my hand and squeezed it tight. You delicately brushed hair away from my eyes and through ragged breaths, I parted them as best I could. your lone silver eye piercing me to my core. It felt familiar. You smiled, leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

I spoke one final request. “Lay beside me.” I knew you wouldn’t deny it. You got up and walked around the bed, it dipped to my right. You lifted my head and placed it against your chest. Your shirt was soft against my sallow skin. You cradled my weak form. That’s when you whispered it. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I closed my eyes and listened to your heartbeat.

Until i didn’t have the strength to even do that.

1856

Maybe the frustration of how unfairly my life played out in my last incarnation is what caused me to pick such a violent path in the new one. My brother and I were bandits. Robbing train cars and stage coaches to make a living in this cruel world. When we met again I never expected to be looking down the barrel of your gun. It seems you too chose a dangerous path in your new life. You were the leader of a group of train robbers Ivory Rose, and we both had the same idea of robbing a train delivering gold.

My brother and I joined your group. We took on whatever the world threw at us guns blazing. It was such a thrill, the rush of adrenaline as we dodged bullets together. I remember every close call we had, how the thrill of survival would sometimes turn to lust, how our bodies would meld together whenever we shared a bed in a heady mix of sweat and arousal. This life wasn’t going to end in a happily ever after. But we didn’t really care. We were just happy to find each other again.

Our dangerous life caught up to us. Wanted posters plastered in every town. wanted dead or alive. We stole from one too many of the wrong people and the Pinkertons we encountered chose “dead”. They trapped us in an abandoned lumber factory. They wouldn’t leave until they knew we were dead. You laughed as you reloaded your guns counted how many bullets you had left. I did the same, we both knew we wouldn’t make it far, but we weren’t ones to cower in fear. Everyone outside ceased fire for a moment, and if felt like the world ceased spinning for a moment, maybe giving us one last chance to say goodbye. We used that time to look each other in the eyes, your lone silver eye piercing my very core. We shared a kiss. Your lips burned like fire against mine. You said those words again. “We’ll find each other again.” I believed you. We ran out into gun fire. I can’t say I remember much after that.

But i’m sure you lasted just a bit longer than me.

1915

Our time together lasted long this time. It was the turn of the century when we met, we were just children, I was 5 you were 6. And we became close friends. “Inseparable,” as everyone in town liked to call it. I remember all the days we spent under that weeping willow just outside of town. Picking flowers, or blowing dandelions in the wind. Sometimes I wished for simple things. Money to buy a pastry from the bakery, or a pair of shoes I saw the shoemaker putting on display. But in my teenage years I almost always found myself asking the same question. “Please let her love me back.”

I sometimes wondered if you wished the same thing. A few years later, my wish came true and we chose to be more than friends. I was 20 and you were 21 when we shared a kiss. I would never forget how soft your lips felt against mine. But things were soon going to test our love.

In 1914 the great war began. In 1915 it was right outside our town.

Our love was strong even as air crafts flew over our town dropping bombs. Our love was strong even as we stood in the middle of destruction. Our love was so strong when enemy soldiers grabbed us and forced us to kneel down with other survivors. They shot down the line killing everyone until it was just the two of us left. It was so easy to see what we meant to each other so the leader of the group played a game. A fucking game. “Eenie” the barrel of his gun pointed to you. “Meenie” it pointed to me. “Miney” back to you. He stretched it on and on and ON until he said the final “moe” and the barrel landed on you.

I remember screaming. Remember him tell the other soldiers to hold me down. I was scared but you just smiled. You looked towards me and just smiled. Your lone silver eye piercing my very core. That gaze, that beautiful gaze, it always had a way of erasing my fears. That’s when you said it “we’ll find each other again.” I believed you. I had to believe you. I would always believe you.

You died first. And the last thing I remember was how wrong it felt.

1982

I was far older than you this time. The more decades that passed, the more convinced I was that I would never find you again. I sat in the gardens of the hospital, how curious it is knowing that you’ll die. They gave me three months to live. I craved your presence. What would you look like? Did you dying first in the last life break the chain? Would i never see you again? Would I be born again over and over cursed to never find you? Lost in my thoughts, a ball rolled towards me. Almost didn’t realize it at first but I could never forget that silver gaze. The child that came to retrieve the ball…. was you. Eight years old and just as sick as me. Was the universe laughing at us? Trying to finally separate us for good? For weeks we talked to each other. Right here in the gardens. You had the memories of past lives, but you were so young and you couldn’t understand what they meant. You called them “sad thoughts” memories of how you died in past lives would turn up in your dreams and it scared you. But you said once we met, they stopped. I enjoyed your company, but i hope you could forgive me for wondering what our time together would be like had we been the same age.

I remember always wondering how you died in our second lifetime. But maybe its better that I never asked.

One day you looked nervous. I asked what was wrong. You said you had a surgery in a few days, the doctors told you it would help your heart. I would grab your hand and squeeze, it was about the only thing I could manage to do for you in this lifetime. You looked up to me, your silver eyes pierced my very core, it was the first time I saw you without an eyepatch, there was such an innocence to them. I smiled and told you to everything would be okay…. and you believed me.

A few days later I asked some nurses about you, about the child in Room 207. The somber looks on their face told me everything I needed to know. You died first again.

And this time you never said that we’ll find each other again.

2004

I sit in these college classes everyday. Lessons these professors teach barely process in my mind. In my philosophy class I always look down at the woman with dark red hair tied in a half bun, her eye patch, her breathtaking silver gaze. We pass each other in the halls, on campus. Her dorm is right next to mine.

Sometime’s when I pull up on my motorcycle at my spot on the campus parking lot, she is there. Talking with a friend. Some guy with blond hair. The first time we met she admired the paint job on my bike. She attempted to introduce herself. “By the way my name is-”

“Summer.” I said. Was I smiling? I think so. But I remember concern clouding my mind when she looked confused.

“How’d you know? Have we met before?”

I remember you. I remember all your past lives. I remember that child with the ball. The woman knelt in front of the barrel of a gun. The train robber that took on gun fire. The tailor’s apprentice. The heir to the Rose Kingdom.

So why don’t you remember me?

#this really is a whole fic lol #rosebird #i dont like first person POV but thats the only way this was gonna work lol #au ideas #reincarnation au #i like it as you can tell #asks

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 4 years

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“One of the darker ideas I came up with” I say again again as I get more and more inspiration for more and more despair

So this concept involves me giving Shuichi that good despair cause when you love a character you either fill them with wholesome hope or horrible despair. Inspired by the first case of DRV3 and the fifth case of another game I can’t name cause spoilers to whoever wishes to learn

Back on my bullshit tagging @lonely-lgbt-writer because at this point it’s tradition

Naehinahara headcannons

* The protags were in the Big Killing game with sort of a twist I won’t say yet cause I wanna see if can shock anyone

* It was desperation hour after the deaths of Sakura, Nekomaru, Gundham, Miu and Gonta. Only 20 students remained and Nagito and Kokichi were being crazier than usual

* Groups of students were investigating or keeping morale to never forget the people of the fourth cases

* Shuichi was working with Kyoko Kirigiri to hopefully combine the minds of two Ultimate Detectives and find out who the mastermind is

* There was a lead! Time to tell the others- WHAT THE F U C K!?!

* A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED

* Makoto was stabbed in the chest and was laying on the ground with loads of evidence leading to a certain someone.....

* Hajime Hinata

* Shuichi tried to find Hajime for a while and when he fails he concludes he just needs to get evidence to prove Hajime’s innocence cause there was N O way he killed Makoto

* They only found Hajime later on (about 5 minutes before class trial) near the incinerator with gloves on

* It’s pretty damning in the eyes of the group except Shuichi and Kyoko who are calling suss on this evidence

* Hajime is scaringly quiet about Makoto’s death along with everyone accusing him hardly speaking at all only having said “Shuichi”, “Makoto” and “Prove it”

* Most of the group refuses to believe Shuichi’s claims on grounds of “bias” (which is way too damn fair) with exceptions like Sonia and Himiko who have no real argument on it

* Later on when Hajime seems like he’s finally about to say something Monokuma ends the trial declaring time over and saying there should’ve been MORE than enough evidence to prove the blackened already

* Shuichi loudly protests but Monokuma is having none of it and declares voting time

* Out of spite, Shuichi voted Nagito who mocked Hajime about the murder but his one clearly wasn’t enough to stop the overwhelming votes for Hajime

* Hajime is still blank faced and empty even after being declared the blackened and after everyone tries to provoke something out of him, Kaito straight up moves over to punch Hajime and when he does

* *COUGH*

* Blood suddenly pours out of Hajime’s mouth as he clutched his stomach where he was punched and unable to stop the blood flow

* *CUE A LOT OF FREAKING OUT*

* Shuichi quickly runs over to Hajime’s side to try and help him and Hajime moves to Shuichi and says

* “S-Shuichi.... I-I nee....d to..... tell you..... s-something*

* As Hajime covers his mouth from all the blood, Shuichi looks at him very attentively as Hajime says

* “M-Makoto he.... found..... the.... m-mastermind”

* Those words caught the attention of everyone in the courtroom as Hajime wrapped his arms around Shuichi trying to speak up as he laid his head against him

* “T-the m-mastermind ....................”

* His eyes go dead as blood simply trickles off him now and his arms loosen from around Shuichi as his body goes cold

* Shuichi quietly calls out for him first and his calls grow increasingly frantic as he desperately tries to get a response from Hajime

* [Shuichi’s silent whispers had suddenly become frantic shouts and begging for Hajime to respond as it became clearer and clearer to the group that Hajime Hinata, a reserve course student of Hope’s peak academy had passed on from what appeared to be poison]

* Puhuhuhuhu..........

* Shuichi glares At Monokuma while furiously crying as he gripped onto Hajime’s body with Kaito not even being able to come up with something to console him

* “Awwww poooooooooor Hajime.... he knew too much and couldn’t cut free from any regrets before his inevitable death! How despairing....”

* Monokuma asks Shuichi to hand over Hajime’s body so he can execute it and as he refuses to let go, Monokuma threatens to either let him execute the body or kill everyone in the room

* Reluctantly, Shuichi gives Monokuma the body as Hajime’s corpse was executed

* Shuichi leaves the courtroom after the execution without a word and Kaito and Maki run after him

* Of course thanks to some encouraging pep talks and support he snaps out his furious despair and begins mourning as he grips onto his shoulder where Hajime spent his last moments before dying

* Later on, Kyoko accuses Hajime of being the mastermind causing very violent reactions because Hajime had already been disrespected enough with his bloody CORPSE being executed

* That’s when the Izuru Kamukura bomb comes in and she claims that Hajime was an AI version of the mastermind that was used as a mere pawn to take the mastermind’s spot as a student which would explain why he murdered Makoto and the strange poison that ended his life

* When Izuru appears he applauds Kyoko on her intelligence and as Shuichi stares at him shocked and revealed the whole Hajime situation

* He had become a self aware AI after Nagito crap talked him and Makoto’s investigation results and this was when Izuru decided he was useless to him

* The reason why the murder was so poorly planned was the fact that Hajime was trying to defy his programming and after murdering Makoto decided to do his best to get caught out of guilt

* He was ill because Izuru found fighting him a waste of time and decided to murder him since he was still registered as “human” in the simulation he would have blood and Hajime was gonna be something purely to horrify the group at that point

* Shuichi is in shock at the circumstances behind Makoto and Hajime’s death and had despaired but of course they manage to squirm their way to a lol hope ending (anything involving Makoto has a lol hope ending)

Yeah I hate my brain too

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #shuichi saihara #naehinahara

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adoras-last-braincell · 4 years

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F! For the fanfic ask game

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oh no, dialogue is my favorite thing! ...okay, I’m gonna be a jerk and do a couple snippets. First off is Angella dropping some truth bombs in Mothers, be Good to your Daughters because even as I was writing it I was like “whoa, where did that come from?”

“You were alike in many ways, you know,” Angella said a moment later.

Catra scoffed, and it sounded wet. “I thought you were trying to make me feel better.”

“I said many, not all. She was driven. Intelligent. Determined. As for her other, less desirable qualities, you have accomplished what all good mothers wish for their children: you have grown beyond them. Become the best version of themselves, the one they could never attain.”

“I don't believe you.” Her voice was unsteady in the dark.

“It’s the truth. And truth remains, whether you believe it or not,” Angella said simply.

And then one line from chapter 2:

“You’ll love many people in your life, Adora,” she said, quietly. “Not all of them will deserve that love, but that doesn’t make you a fool for giving it.”

I guess using Angella’s voice makes it easier to be philosophical? Or I accidentally stole those from somewhere and didn’t realize it, lol

The other thing is... I love banter. I legit have a hard time writing anything without banter. And, at the risk of sounding full of myself, a lot of it makes me laugh (or smile) when I re-read it--so I gotta include some of that. From Chapter 5 of Unbroken:

“You know,” Adora replied, her exasperated tone hiding a familiar hint of fondness, “I’d forgotten how much I missed your charming personality.”

Catra snorted, digging into the bag around her shoulders for one of the two ration bars it contained. “Yeah, and I forgot how much I missed your thick head.” She unwrapped the bar and glanced up to see Adora looking at her with one of those obnoxious grins that Catra hated.

“So you did miss me.”

“What—I—no!” Catra sputtered. Adora just continued staring at her with that dopey “I win” grin. Catra growled, shooting her a death glare as she shoved half the ration bar into her hand.

“Eat,” Catra commanded, then muttered under her breath: “Moron.”

“Fine,” Adora said, taking the bar. “But only because you missed me.”

Catra glared again, turning on her heel and stalking away. Adora choked on a bite of ration bar.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Leaving you to die,” Catra called over her shoulder.

That and the whole “it’s a CANYON” running joke still make me laugh. XD

Thank you so much for the ask!!

Fanfic Ask Game

#it feels like having an ego to say my own writing makes me laugh but #to be fair #it is exactly my sense of humor because... I wrote it. XD #lol #thank you again this was an awesome ask #ask games #fanfic #asks #she ra #freezingmyblitzballs

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Chapter 21

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 1465

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Chapter Warnings: Angst and some anger induced sexual tension. lol.

A/N: I’m so excited for you guys to read this! I made such a big deal about it and I just hope it’s what you all expected or... not expect... i don’t know. I’m really proud of the way things turned out in this chapter so I hope you will be too! If you liked it, please reblog and leave some feedback, even if it’s just one word or an emoji, even a gif. Any feedback fuels this fire! Thank you for reading and hope you like the chapter!! xx

“Lisa…” Dean growled.

“Hi, Dean,” Lisa smiled, oblivious to the grimly sound in Dean’s voice, as well as the fact that the whole Winchester family, you included, knew all know about Ben… and his lack of blood connection with Dean.

It was easy to tell that Lisa wasn’t very fond to find you there with Dean. Her smile was forced and you could see the strain in her features as she tried to ignore your existence. Discretely rolling your eyes, you spotted the tick in Dean’s jaw. He was fighting back everything that wanted to scream and break everything in it’s path.

“Dean, stay calm,” you tried, taking a step in front of him so that you were between him and Lisa. As much as you hated her, you didn’t need Dean getting into trouble with so many witnesses around. Especially not in his hometown.

Lisa scowled just for a second before she was smiling wide and bright. “Y/N, you’re… back. That’s so great,” she grinned. “It was nice of Dean to invite you to spend Christmas with his family.” She was so clueless, trying to play nice in front of everyone. Oh how you wanted to expose her for the cheating slut she was, but that was Dean’s job.

“You—” Dean snarled, taking a step forwards, his chest pressing against your back.

“Dean… is everything okay?” Lisa asked, finally sensing that something wasn’t right.

“You, slut—” he growled, taking another step forwards, easily moving you along with him.

“Dean,” John intervened. “Not here. Too many eyes.”

John was right. This place was always pretty steady, a stream of people always going in and coming out, trying squeeze by you, Dean, and Lisa. You were sure in Dean’s right mind; he wouldn’t want random people all up in his personal matters. A restaurant, as popular as this, wasn’t the place for the epic conversation that was about to go down. At this moment, Dean was nothing but ticking time bomb, and Lisa was the person strapped to it. Every one else would have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, innocent bystanders caught in the cross fire.

“Parking lot, now.” Dean stared Lisa dead in the eyes as he said those words, pointing behind her. He didn’t even bother to give any sort of explanation before taking your hand and dragging you along with him, passing Lisa who stood there shocked and confused.

“Hey, look at me,” you touched Dean’s shoulder when he made it to his truck, beginning to pace. “I’m right here, alright. Try to stay calm. Don’t hulk out. Save that for the bedroom,” you joked, hoping it will ease him up a bit.

When he didn’t react, your heart sank a little in disappointment and embarrassment, but before you could apologize for such a wrong timing joke, Dean had you pinned against the truck, lips rough and passionate against yours. You were completely winded by the time he pulled away, not to mention, speechless.

“I know I don’t say it as often as I should, but you do know I love you, right?” he questioned, his eyes still holding the same fire as it did before, except it was the way he was looking at you, how his eyes trailed down to your lips, and how he licked them, that made you understand that after he has his little talk with Lisa, he was going to need to blow off some steam, and with your invitation, he was going to take full advantage. Just the thought made your entire body shiver.

Lisa stood in the restaurant entrance totally dumbfounded. She had no idea why you were here and why Dean was so pissed off at her. And now she was standing alone with the rest of the Winchester’s in front of her. She could feel the tension in the air, not knowing what to do with it. Jess was giving her the stink eye, while Sam looked at her with a judgmental glare. John’s expression remained unreadable, and Mary tried to show a little bit of sympathy, even though she was just as angry as the rest of them.

“Dean just wants to talk,” Mary informed the confused brunette.

Making her way to the parking lot, Lisa cleared her throat when she saw just how close Dean was standing to you. Your back was against his truck and Dean had you caged between his arms and body, eyes intensely and clearly undressing you.

“Dean, did you want to talk or am I interrupting something?” She bit.

A low growl left his lips and you quickly grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, right in front of Lisa, she gasped like she has just been disrespected.

“Excuse me, what the hell do you two think you’re doing?” She hissed, stepping forwards.

Dean instantly pulled himself away from you and before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Dean was chest to chest with Lisa, his eyes boring down into hers. Lisa stumbled back a little, but Dean was quick to grab her arms and pull her close.

“I could ask you the same question,” he grinded.

“Dean, let her go,” you demanded, standing beside the pair and attempting to pry his hands off of her. “Dean, let go,” you said more sternly, and to your surprise, he obeyed.

Lisa stared up at hard evergreen eyes. Her brows were furrowed like she was trying to read him. It was mind blowing that she still hadn’t figured it out. What else could Dean possibly be pissed at her about? Why else would he have called her a slut? It wasn’t rocket science!

“Who’s the father?” Dean barked.

“Dean—” you warned.

“What are you talking about?” Lisa asked once again.

“Don’t play stupid with me. I know. I know Ben’s not mine, so tell me. Who is the father?” Dean’s patience was low. You could see it; Lisa could see it. You’d have to be blind if you couldn’t tell, but then again, his voice wasn’t the most pleasant. He was livid.

“Dean… I—”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve done enough lying. Now tell me the truth. Who. Is. The. Father?”

“Dean… it’s you. You’re Ben’s father!” She confessed.

“That’s bullshit!” He shouted. You noticed people were starting to stare, but they were civil enough to mind their own business and walk away. When their eyes met yours, you gave them an apologetic smile, but also a thankful one.

“Dean, I’m telling you the truth! Who else could it be?” Lisa snapped back.

“You tell me!” He retorted. This time Dean took a step forwards and you couldn’t stop him.

“Dean. Stop.” You told him, jumping in front of him and holding your hands out, pressing them against his chest, keeping him out of arms reach from Lisa.

“You’re the father, I swear! I promise!” Lisa continued, spewing nothing but lies.

“Lisa!” You whipped around, already fed up with her. “He knows. He knows that Ben isn’t his. He knows that you cheated on him. He knows everything except for what he’s asking you right now!” You got in her face. “Who did you fuck with behind his back?!” You spat.

You were seething. Staring her down. You could see the tremor in her eyes, however if you weren’t so close, you wouldn’t have noticed. She held your stare for a good few seconds before averting her eyes in an eye roll. Just when you thought she couldn’t push any more of your buttons, she somehow found another one.

“Like I said many times before, Dean—”

“Lisa cut the crap. I don’t know how long you plan to play this sick, twisted, game of yours, but it’s over. I know for a fact that Ben isn’t mine. Now tell me the truth. That’s all I want.” Surprisingly, Dean was a little calmer than he was earlier. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed that John, Sam, Mary, and Jess were there. You didn’t even hear them approaching. “Lisa, please.”

“Dean, I’m telling the truth! I swear. You’re the f—”

SMACK!

Silence ensued everyone. The stinging in your hand being your only evidence of what you had just done. It all happened so fast.

Lisa looked up at you cupping her cheek in shock, like she couldn’t believe it herself. The two of you just stood there, your heart racing and chest heaving, while she just watched you. Both your eyes locked together.

“Y/N?” An unknown voice called, disbelief laced in the way the person said your name.

You flinched at the call of your name, looking past Lisa to see the last person you were expecting.

“What the hell?” Dean grumbled. “What are you doing here?”

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i'm so hurt by this....tbh i've been mildy distant from kpop for school and i haven't kept up with f(x) in a while but f(x) and shinee were both two of the first groups i loved so dearly and was obsessed with back then and so this news coming somehow makes me feel like i neglected like i wish i'd kept up with them more and left her nice comments i wish she didn't feel the need to do that...why am I so sad about someone I didn't even personally know

I had an assignment last semester in my public speaking class.

We had to pick someone who made an impact on our life.

I chose Jonghyun.

I didn't know him personally, but I chose him because he made such a huge impact on my life because he talked about the struggles he had about living with a mental illness.

I've tries taking my life twice, I was in the hospital for a total of 19 days. I found out about K-Pop and saw translations of his radio show and thought "wow... people like him, huge stars deal with what I do. Maybe I shouldn't be ashamed of living with anxiety and depression."

Why am I telling you this story about me?

Because even though I didn't know him, I felt a connection with him because of what he talked about.

Yes, we have never met these idols, but they make such a huge impact on our lives because we can relate to them. And people can kiss my ass with the whole "we don't see how they really are, it's all fabricated." We have people we connect with and that's all that matters.

Don't feel bad about being distant from k-pop, shit happens, we grow up and sometimes that means we grow out of interests.

Don't look back at what you could've done, look forward to what you can do.

Send some thoughts to SM (yes SM could've helped more, but the fuckheads bombing her Instagram and social media were the main fucking culprits) artists, especially Taeyeon, Yeri, the other F(x) girls and SHINee, especially to IU. Take care of yourself. Like I've said, I promise this will all still be here, k-pop will still be here, the music will still be here.

Don't participate in any trolls, they're just looking for reactions from k-pop stans to say "hey, look! We knew they're all fucking crazy!" If you see anyone pulling that "lol UWU if only she stanned/streamed/voted for ATEEZ/EVERGLOW/BTS/BlackPink/TWICE/Dreamcatcher" or any of those fucking fancams, report them and block them, even if you love their blog/twitter, that's disgusting behavior.

My ask is always open, if you ever need words of encouragement or just need to rant, maybe you had a shitty customer at work, you have writing's block, or hell, if you just want to fanperson because your bias just posted a cute photo, go for it, that's what it's there for.

Again, if you see any sort of deplorable behavior, if you see anything that disgusts you, if you see anyone posting fancams or memes, if you see anyone acting a fool, report them, do not interact with them because that is what they want. We can make sure those people face the consequences of their words and see that just because they're behind a screen, they're not invincible.

As for things to do to calm down, distract yourself, clean your room, play that gamd you've been wanting to play, go for a walk, write that drabble you've been putting of, listen to piano/music box versions of your favorite songs, organize your bookmarks or pinterest boards, hell, fucking start a pinterest, do a DIY project, watch some YouTube videos, personally I recommend Try Guys, Game Grumps, DYKGaming, Jirad the Completionist, Nyma Tang, SimplyNailogical, Threadbanger, I'd suggest Dead Meat, but that's a horror movie channel and I think we all need lighthearted material right now.

Take care of yourself, run yourself a bath, take a shower, if you need to scream, scream into a pillow or a jar, if you haven't eaten, please eat at least some toast or crackers, Walmart has Austin's 8-count 4-pack for 92 cents. DRINK WATER PLEASE! Hydration is so fucking important if you've been crying.

This will be a difficult few months, but I believe in all of us.

#anon #asks #answered #sulli #f(x)#personal #sm entertainment #i really do believe in all of us

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Newcrest Gameplay Day 15

50 Shades of Garbage Edition

Lol I skipped some days, missed some days but today, it’s Thanksgiving! And that’s all I need to know at this point.

So....ap opera.....time......irl I drank entirely too much cognac, champagne and tequila. I also smoked a blunt (2 puffs worth lol) for the first time in five years. What triggered this relapse was....just being around it all the time in my most intimate and personal spaces. So in my head I was like, im gon smoke me a blunt. I barely made it past the first puff, was high all night and was tripping major ball sacks. Don't do drugs, I’m also suffering a two day headache. Anyways! The importance of me saying this is one, just venting, two this is why this gameplay is so shitty. Because I just wasn't in the mood. Plus.....plus...and thanksgiving only lasts for so long y’know. Plussssss I am suffering depression because one of my relationships won't work out no matter how hard I try and its kicking my emotional ass. 😏

Let’s get into this gameplay shall we, thou it is not much to get into. Fair warning.

*ahem* sorry about the quality. Welcome you guys, this is Cedric’s side of the family. From left to right, Cedric’s Mother, Nita (that’s not her name), his niece Latriece (that’s not her name), his sister Bronhelda (not her name, I forgot all of their names unfortunately....I might be suffering brain damage), his dad Cedric (don’t ask what’s wrong with me, that is not his name), and his brother in law Roderick, (not his f*cking name, sorry).

This is Brielle Miller, Yvette’s little cousin. She is a freshman in college now, technically which is really driving me to buy this $40 dollar game but....guess what...shh, lean in close.....

So I jump on the game after changing everyone’s outfits and wow, just wow. Someone has died, Elvis has left the building however, get this.....no one knows who passed away into the sim heavens. I looked through notifications, contacts and didn’t see anyone who passed on to be a ghost so....I was confused Confucius. The whole entire freaking family was mourning though no one actually passed away. At this point I was aggravated and almost shut the game down.

.......

So! I took Jamal to the bar so he could cheer up. He was the only one who could go out of him, Yvette and Cedric so he invited Brielle to go with him. Now that I think about it, it might be homophobic that he didn't invite Cade, Brielle’s brother. They are the same age, can't drink, but can still have fun. It’s just that Cade is what one calls a flaming gay, and I didn't bring him along and now I feel bad about that. Jamal is not a homophobic, he just forgot. Anyways, Brielle is flirting with Jamal all night and I’m like, what the hell...does she not know that he is her cousin.

So around midnight, in great sim morale and fashion he leaves and drops her off at home. He was on the sunshine pill and a glass of whiskey, but he was still sad at the end of the night. I mean sobbing, like...who died bro? For real.

Back at the Miller-Woods residence, Yvette and her mom Cecilia (these are their names now, by the way), are preparing the meals for Thanksgiving.

They are also eating the meals for Thanksgiving. Noice.

Yup....I guess it’s safe to say, they did a great job. Alright, so they went to sleep woke up the next day and it was time to celebrate SimsGiving!

Lmfao, that’s all they cooked. I ended up placing the @indisim Thanksgiving set but I didn't take a picture. It wouldn't have done it justice though because game lag was too real.

Look at Momma Miller’s face....she was like, “Brielle! Brielle Miller I know your mother did not let you come out the house like that with them lashes on. They so long you can use them as wings and fly away if you wanted to!”

That’s what she was saying at that moment. Brielle replies, “She has on the same lashes. You have on lashes, it’s what the kids are wearing these days.”

Touche, m*th*rf*ck*r, touche.

And so yeah, I mean they were pretty not lit, I mean we got a good playlist though with this new hip hop playlist! I was like ohhhh okayyy, seema wema blocklist poppin, exactlyy.

Everyone left with food poising because...if you look closely to the right....they were eating spoiled food. I don't know where they got it from. IF ALL THAT WAS OUT TO EAT WAS THE DAMN FOOD THEY JUST COOKED, STAY TF OUT THE FRIDGE, EAT THE SIM FOOD ON THE DAMN SIM TABLE. Sh*t.

at this point I'm just about as done with this SimsGiving as I am with the new American Impeachment. Who forgot to pay the bills???? Then it took them the rest of the party to get the lights turned back on, omg....so frustrating. So the dinner party got a low rating and I was just like...I am not neglecting my homework for this sh*t.

They just sat in the dark and ate they spoiled food too. I didn't see nobody eat the roast chicken, macaroni and cheese, or the damn salad, or drink the drinks!

Can we say...

Waaaaaste of simoleonssssssss.

Eating spoiled food in the food, mm I mean in the dark🤦🏾‍♀️....and what do y'all have on?!?! I spent like an hour creating bomb af outfits for them to show up in this sh*t. Ugh.

So then everybody went home, Poppa Miller cleaned up the kitchen thankfully and Myles Miller got left behind so Yvette had to take him home. The end!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! I hope everybody enjoyed their holiday! Got out the house, spent time with loved ones, loved themselves or showed love to others. I’m out of hereeeee boiiiiiiiiiii ✌🏾

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