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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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No outbreak au where reader sends joel either nudes or a video because she's being extra bratty due to joel neglecting her for work. Cue a grumpy frustrated joel ready to come home give his girl exactly what she needs.

daddy Joel one shot

2.4k / joel miller x f!reader / master list

mood board by milla-frenchy 🖤

Summary: You've been bad. See ask.

WARNINGS: Big girthy age gap, brat-tamer-ish Joel (I do not write official kinks that follow rules), use of "daddy" and pet names, Joel is a little rough with you, hair pulling, hand swatting, manhandling, degradation, blow job, unsafe p in v, blindfold, dubcon breeding. NO use of Y/N.

next: a day in the filth

You get bored and send Joel a sexy picture. You don't have class and don't expect him home until 5:30 or later. He works at headquarters nearby most days. You can sometimes bait him home for lunch, but not lately, and it upsets you. He’s working on a big project and says he just can’t get away. He’s warned you--he needs to focus.

He texts you back. "What the hell are you doin’?" When you don't answer, he sends a video. You squeeze your thighs together before you open it, anticipating a stern warning about what he’s gonna do to you when he gets home. Usually, the video is from his office with the door closed. Occasionally, it's from the bathroom if he wants to show you what you do to him instead of tell you what he'll do to you.

When you open this video, he's standing outside in front of a chain link fence and cement is being poured in the background. He’s wearing the shirt and tie he left home in this morning, but also a hardhat. He has one hand on his hip with the sleeve rolled up. "Tryin' to piss me off so I toss you around? That it, baby doll? 'Cause all ya gotta do is ask daddy real nice." He points a finger at you. "You better cut it out." A crane starts beeping in the background as he ends the video.

You send your own video back. "I just miss you, Daddy." You're still on his bed, lying on your side, pouting. Your nipples are poking through your thin, lace camisole. Joel starts typing but stops and doesn't ever send anything.

Around 6:00 when you hear Joel park in the driveway, you look out the window. He comes around the front of his truck toward the house. His face is tense, his tie has been loosened, his forearms are pumped up. He’s unbuckling his belt as he walks, which sends a rush of need between your legs. Downstairs, the door opens then slams shut. His boots thud across the floor until he takes them off. As he makes his way up the stairs, his unfastened belt jingles and his feet land loudly with each step.

The bedroom door is open. His hands are clenched into fists when he enters and crosses the room. As he reaches the bed, he stops and puts his hands on his hips. His body is tense. He demands, "'the hell is wrong with you?" He stands next to the bed and glowers at you as he unbuttons his pants. The intensity in his eyes goes right between your legs. He continues, "You know how dangerous a construction site is? Gonna get me killed sendin' shit like that."

You sit up. "Sorry, Daddy," you say quietly as you sit up. You reach out for him. "I didn't kno-" he firmly grabs your wrist then throws your hand away.

His chest heaves. He grabs you by the hair and makes you look at him.

"Course ya didn't. . .Don't think about anything but this cock, do ya?"

Unsure if the question is rhetorical, you shake your head timidly, as best you can with his fist still holding your hair.

His face remains stern as he tugs you toward the edge of the bed. "On your knees." He releases your hair and you nod.

You fall to your knees on the floor. One strap of your cami falls down, exposing your breast. You don't fix it.

You reach for the growing bulge in his pants. He swats your hand away, then abruptly and firmly takes your chin in his hand to look up at him. He gives you a small shake as he does it.

"Daddy's in charge. Daddy knows best."

You nod.

"Gonna be a patient little doll, aren't ya?" You nod again.

"Good girl." He rubs the front of his pants, depriving you of feeling how hard he's getting for you. He sucks in a chest full of air through his nose. With his free hand, he grabs your breast, pushing it and kneading it flatly into your chest. He growls. You look straight up as he looms over you, massaging your breast and his considerable bulge at the same time. "What am I gonna do with you?" He looks you over and shakes his head in disapproval. "You're too bored, aren't ya? Lie here thinkin' about this cock all goddamn day.” You salivate watching him stroke his pants. “I told ya, you need a hobby."

Maybe that's what you do some days--the days you don't have class. Better than being back with your family.

"I'm not bored," You shake your head. “just miss you sometimes.”

"Now, listen. You wanna stay here? You better get pregnant or get a job. Are we clear?"

You swallow and nod hesitantly.

“Spoiled brat like you don’t want a job,” he adds. "So I’m gonna be nice and help ya with the first option.”

He releases your breast and urgently unzips his pants. "’Cause I’ve waited long enough for it, baby. Daddy knows best." He pulls down his boxers and wraps his veiny hand around his commanding cock. You nod. You wet your lips and pry your eyes from his cock to meet his gaze.

"Look at you. Already droolin', aren't ya?" His voice is dark and low. He's snarling. "Open that dirty little mouth." You do as you're told. He puts one hand on the back of your head and steps forward to put his cock in your mouth. You long to lick and suck the tip, but you're not in charge. You open as wide as you can and he guides his cock between your lips. He keeps going until it's nearly to the back of your throat, then he lays it onto your tongue. "Go 'head, now."

You bring both your hands to his cock to hold it steady. Having it in your mouth makes you throb with desire. You seal your lips around the smooth shaft and begin to suck.

"Good girl."

He holds your head in both hands and guides you on his cock. You suck and lick the underside strongly. His hips rock into you. When you try to let some of his shaft out so you can suckle on the tip, he grabs your hair as he pulls your head back toward him. "Watch it," he says coldly. Instead, you suck from the back or your throat. The fullness of your mouth and throat prickles your eyes with tears. You're so wet, you long to touch yourself. You take one hand off his cock and start to reach down, but he catches your hand and brings it back to where it was.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t you dare. Not unless Daddy says.”

After a minute of sucking his cock, you begin to taste his precum, one of your favorite tastes in the world. He says, "That's all, baby." He takes it from your mouth and it hits your chin on its way down.

—-

Joel steps out of his pants and leaves his stiff cock and balls hanging over his boxers. You sit there on your knees awaiting instruction. He crouches down to the floor and firmly grabs you by both arms. "Get up," he growls and forces you to your feet with an emphatic shake of your arms at the end. Then he looks you up and down and pushes you backwards onto the bed. You catch yourself with your forearms and elbows.

He wraps a big hand around his cock again and looks at your desperate, hungry face. He's still wearing his shirt and tie. He leans over you to yank your sleep shorts down below your knees. Then steps one foot between your legs, pressing his foot down on the shorts to take them off completely. He spreads your thighs, then kneels between them. He puts his hands down on the bed near your arms and hovers over you. His tie falls onto your chest. He supports himself with one arm while he unknots the tie, slides it out, and drops it onto the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, and you marvel at how the muscles of his supporting arm stretch the fabric. As he finishes the last button, you reach out for his bicep.

He catches you by the wrist again. "What are you doin?" He throws your hand down.

You're quiet.

"Who’s in charge?" He stands up and takes off the button-down. Your desire throbs as his chest and biceps emerge in just a tight undershirt.

"I forgot," you say. “You just look so nice.”

He fumes, "Forgot who’s in charge? Alright, know what?" He grabs the tie. "Let's remove temptation. C'mere. Sit up."

—-

You sit up on the bed, and he ties it as a blindfold around your eyes. “There ya go.” His hand on your chest pushes you down on your back again. He sits up on his knees to look between your legs, and he marvels at your glistening cunt. “Drippin’ all over the place, baby.”

He holds his massive cock above your cunt, gripping it loosely with just two fingers and a thumb on the lower half of the shaft. He drop the smooth tip heavily onto your clit, then he rapidly moves his cock it up and down, hitting you clit and teasing you with the rhythmic contact. You whimper, and tension swells in your abdomen. You gasp and bite your lip. You tilt your hips, trying to catch it with your leaking cunt.

“Good girl,” he says, then notches it at your entrance. He begins to push inside, and you gasp at the stretch. He doesn’t wait. He pushes in a little more. Once he’s far enough in to stay in, he braces his hands on the bed above your shoulders then shoves his length into you with a drawn-out groan that makes you twitch around him before your walls have fully made room. You can only imagine the look on his face. He pushes furthe, as deep as he can, with all his weight behind his pelvis. Your body's still trying to catch up. "God damn," he sighs. "Loosen up for Daddy.” You try your best to relax.

He slowly retreats then slams his thick length to the hilt with a low grunt. "Good girl.” He repeats the motion, sliding into you, splitting you open with the help of your ample slick. The smooth fabric of the tie feels nice, but you wish you could see how hot he looks. His face of pleasure is one to behold.

“Please let me see you, dadd-.”

"No," he replies coldly without hesitation. He punctuates it with a powerful thrust into your depths. “Not this time.” He pulls back most of his length.

Your lip trembles and you bite it to keep from crying.

He sighs loudly as he fills you up again. "Keep takin' it like a good girl, and next time you can watch."

He braces himself with a forearm on the bed near your head as he keeps pounding you. He urgently pulls down your camisole so both your breasts are out. He palms one hungrily as he thrusts into you and breathes heavily. He plants his mouth on your neck and sucks hard. Then he aggressively kisses your lips and your mouth thirstily accepts his. At this angle, he’s grinding into your clit. Your hips lift and your back arches as he kisses you and presses against your most sensitive place with each thrust. He feels you getting close and breaks the kiss with a moan.

“Go ‘head, baby. You can come.” He fills you with his cock a few more times, then you whimper as pleasure pulses outward from your clit, making you spasm around his length.

“Oh, Daddy,” you whimper as you come. “Ohh,” you moan. Your waves continue and your hips lift into his.

He groans as your cunt chokes his cock. Then his breathing becomes heavier, more desperate. “That’s right, baby,” he breathes. You would give anything to see his face. But even without the view, you can feel his climax approaching in his voice and breathing. He lays a massive hand on your lower stomach. "Gonna fill you up,” he pants. "Make this belly round." He moans and his cock begins to twitch. “Show everyone who’s Daddy’s good girl.” He slows his hips.

“Fuck,” he says between heavy breaths. He retreats one more time then slams all the way into you and his cock begins to pulse massively.

You moan, and your cunt twitches again. “Oh, Daddy.”

He quickly puts you in a mating press before plunging to the hilt again, filling you with a huge load. One more thrust as he empties his balls and you gasp and pant. He stays in position and sighs, then begins to catch his breath. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You can look now.”

You move the necktie up to your eyebrows and watch him hovering over you with his face pink, hair sticky, neck vein bulging. His eyes sparkle as he looks at you. He lays a hand on your stomach again. His chest is still heaving under his white understhirt, and his biceps stretch the sleeves. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he says. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” he laughs. His face darkens. “‘specially if you don’t stop textin’ dirty when I’m workin’.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you whisper earnestly.

“I forgive you. Know why?”

“Why”

“‘Cause you took this cock so good.” He rocks his hips into you one last time, making you gasp as he pushes his cum deeper. Then he very slowly pulls out. He puts a big pillow under your butt. “Don’t you move, now. ” He lays down next to you on the bed, head in his hand, and watches you look at him with affection. He kisses your cheek and says, "that's my girl." He gently strokes your chest and fondles your breasts, occasionally kissing you.

"Are you still mad," you ask.

"I don't think I can stay mad at ya, baby." He closes his eyes and kisses you long and deep. “Take my cock too good."

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lake-archive · 4 months

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Track 1 - To Fit In

Content Warning!

Gender Dysphoria

If this makes you uncomfortable, I advise you to skip this one.

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Character: Ann Wolff (OC)

Synposis: All they can think about is fitting in – A woman, that is what she is supposed to be. Yeah, that is who ‘she’ is supposed to be… But why does it feel so disgusting?

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Everyone is born a certain way, aren’t they? There are only two options as to what you are born as – Male or female. There is nothing in between, or so she had been taught ever since little. Even the current rule made it more than obvious. Ever since the H–Age started, it has been called ‘the start of women ruling society’. Or that's what she had understood. It was the only thing she knew to be honest, the only way of living. It is what it is, right? This is how things are supposed to be, aren’t they? Yeah, that’s the order of the world. That’s the order of things. That’s what this is supposed to be. It is how things just are. There is no in between, there can’t be.

Thus, she makes sure to present herself accordingly. Her brown hair kept long, only allowed to be a little messy. A hairband so her features are visible, both of her dark green eyes as well as her soft facial features. Always have a small smile on your face, keep it gentle. Always have the proper posture of standing straight, carry yourself a certain way. Do not come off as too stiff but also not too soft, strike a balance yet keep it welcoming all the same. Do not seem overly self confident but also not self conscious. Be petite, be cute, be presentable.

Let your fashion reflect it too – Always have a light color in your clothing. Maybe some pink does the trick if it suits you. Light colors could work too, but she had decided on pink tones. Each outfit included at least one shade of pink, at least everything she picked. And she also made sure to wear respective clothes – A skirt or dress are always good choices. Besides, other people complimented it usually.

“Aww, you look so cute~”

“This skirt is really fitting. Where did you get that?”

“That dress puts a great emphasis on your body Sweetie.”

Yeah, that is how it is supposed to be. This is how she should look, what she should present herself as. It is how this is supposed to be. It is what it is. Truly. This is the correct way of presenting, isn’t it? This is what people are expecting from a young woman like her. Yeah, surely. Hearing all of this makes this right. This is the correct way.

But you cannot just look like it on the outside, no. You have to act like it too. Whatever the girls are interested in, she will be interested in it too. The latest fashion trends, how to apply make-up and the latest news about celebrities, either on a national scale or on a worldwide scale. And make sure to find someone cute too, crush on them, preferably a guy. Nod at things like ‘Isn’t he dreamy?’ or ‘I would not mind being sweeped away in his arms. He would surely treat any woman like a princess!’ Agree to it, because this is what a woman should want… Right?

This is what little girls dream of… Being a princess and waiting for her prince, have a happily ever after together. Fairytales always end like this, don’t they? So she wants it too! Yeah, if the other women around her wanted this and experienced this, she experienced it too! She wants it too! She is supposed to want it! Right? Right!?

Love cute clothes, go shopping and take care of yourself to be in tip top shape, so that everyone will look at you and compliment you, what ‘cute girl’ you are. Yeah, this is how she is supposed to live. This is how she has been raised. This is how she is. If she is any different, how is she going to fit in? Her body started as that of a girl and has now developed into that of a woman. The chest, the waist, the face – All of it signs that she is a woman. That’s who she is… A woman. Ann is a woman! She knows it and so she always reminds herself… ‘I am a woman!’

… But, you know? It’s weird. It feels all so odd to her, to Ann. She has the body and the appearance, but why is it not working? Everytime she comes home she hurries to the bathroom, the moment her mother isn’t looking, and tries to get rid of this feeling in her throat, She gags, wanting to throw up. Sometimes she does but usually it’s just a feeling. She goes through every experience a woman should have. This is how women are! That’s what she has been taught by her peers! That’s what she is supposed to be! Is she doing something wrong!? Yeah, this is her fault!

Surely, the way she feels has to be caused by something she is doing. This is who she is, who she is supposed to be! And yet, she feels so disgusted. One good look at herself and she is overcome with a stomach ache, how disgusted she is when looking at her own body. It feels so weird. ‘Is this the reason I am a woman?’ she can’t help but think. ‘Is this why I am seen as a woman?’ It’s natural, she should not question it.

And yet, she is, day in and out. It’s not something she shows, it is no one’s business. Not like she would get any help… Maybe there is one she can reach out to however. She just needs to find out who…

After all, she needs to find out what is wrong with her. Is something wrong with her? Everyone would say ‘yes’, wouldn’t they? Yeah, she’s just weird… Surely, this disgust must have its roots elsewhere. ‘I am a woman… I am a woman. I am a woman!’

But no matter how many times she yells it at herself… It never works. It doesn’t fix anything. And maybe, it will never fix anything. She tries to reassure herself… But it only makes her want to get out of her own skin…

Ugh, this is so weird.

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eternally-smutty · 7 months

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Sexting • Thigh Riding • Table Sex

summary: Trevor can't control himself when Natalie sends him a provocative photo

word count: ~ 1.9k

content: 18+, minors do not interact, slight praise, slight degradation, sub/dom dynamic, thigh riding, table sex, creampie

author's note: okay, so this isn't really phone sex but. You know! :)

kinktober prompt list: flightlessangelwings

tag list: @wwafterdark

“Fuck,” Trevor whistled, “She knows exactly what she’s doin’ to me.”

He stared at his cracked phone screen with his mouth open slightly. Natalie knew what she was doing by sexting him and sending him nudes while he was dealing with business.

Well, it wasn’t actually sexting nor was it a nude. Trevor just acted like it was. What Natalie actually sent him was a photo of her in a dress he got her recently with the message “Miss u, come back soon”

“Oh, I’ll be cummin’, alright.” He mumbled to himself, making sure to save the image she sent and ogled it some more. His hand wandered down and cupped his already hard cock gently. A small hiss escaped his lips as he did so, repressing the urge to buck his hips into it for some friction.

The photo was simple: just Natalie smiling a bit awkwardly into the camera and showing off the dress she was wearing. But to Trevor, it was worth more than the Mona Lisa herself. The dress was tight around her chest and showed off some cleavage. Her glasses were falling down her nose a bit, too, which always drove him wild.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he texted back, “Dirty girl. U kno what ur doin with pics like that.”

“Wdym?” Natalie replied back almost instantly, “U told me u wanted me to show how the dress looked…..am I missing something?”

“No,” He texted back, “But Ik I’m missing the way ur pussy feels around my cock lol.”

There was a brief pause before she replied, “Are you seriously horny rn? I thought u had business.”

He looked around the table he was sitting at and watched Michael and Franklin talk amongst themselves. Right. Business. Trevor lost himself in her photo that he forgot that they were all planning their next heist. That didn’t matter to him right now. They could figure out how to steal hordes of money any time. He needed Natalie right here, right now.

“T?” Michael asked, finally noticing how quiet Trevor was, “Got anything to say?”

He gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly, “Gotta go,” He quickly mumbled before stomping out.

“Seriously? We need to do this now!” Michael called out after him, “What’s so fucking urgent, anyway?”

“I’d tell ya, but you’re not good at pleasing women. Just ask Amanda!” He yelled back, hopping in his truck and speeding away before Michael could even reply. His fingers clumsily dialed Natalie’s number before pressing his phone up to his ear, “Come on, come on!” He barked angrily into the phone.

Natalie picked up quickly, “You seriously couldn’t keep it in your pants?”

“Oh, sugar, it’s still there.” He chuckled, “I’m just waitin’ for you to help me with it.”

“What about your meeting?” She asked, pausing for a moment, “Wait, are you driving? T, I thought that meeting was important!”

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, “You’re much more important."

"You flatter me so." Natalie sighed, "But, you've been talking about this meeting all week. I don't want to interfere with your…very important work."

"Look, doll, do you want me to fuck them pretty little brains out of your head or no? I can always turn back and tell Mikey that you-”

“Ahem!” Natalie loudly cleared her throat, “I was merely asking you a question, Mr. Philips. No need to get snarky.”

“Mm, you know I like it when you talk to me like that, honey.” He growled into the phone, pressing it between his shoulder and head so that he could allow his hand to slip into his pants, “Keep goin’, I don’t remember tellin’ you to stop.”

“Don’t whip it out while you’re driving!” She sounded impatient, “My God, you can’t wait five minutes?”

“For you? Five minutes feels like an eternity.” His truck swerved left and right in the middle of the road while he fondled his cock to her voice, “I can’t stand all this tension that you gave me for much longer."

"Don't fucking kill yourself!" She scolded him, "I'd rather you be alive to fuck me."

"I hear ya loud and clear. I'll be at the shop soon to give ya exactly what ya want, doll." He finally decided that it was best to drive safely for once rather than make himself cum now in the truck, "I'll be there soon, sugar. Be ready for me."

He hung up on her and sped up before she even had a chance to say anything back. Just like he promised, he sped to Natalie’s shop by the beach and parked on the curb. Trevor scrambled out of his truck, leaving the door open as he stomped inside her shop.

Natalie peered at him from behind the front desk, "Jesus, you weren't kidding."

He gazed down at himself and noticed the very obvious erection that was poking through his sweatpants. A small wet spot had begun to show, too.

"Did ya think I wasn't serious?" He asked, looking up at her again.

"I didn't say that."

"I wouldn't talk back to me if I were you, Missy." He walked over to where she was standing and leaned in close to her, "You wanna keep Mr. Philips happy, don't you? Don't you wanna be fucked by him like the dirty girl you are?"

Natalie swallowed, "Y-Yeah, I-"

"Then do as I say, 'kay?" Trevor brought his lips close to her ear so that she could feel his hot breath on her skin, "The shop's closed now, you hear me? And it ain't gonna open up for the rest of the day."

She nodded and quickly ran to the front door to lock it and flip over the sign that said "Sorry, We're Closed!" in big red letters. Trevor trailed behind her and grabbed her by the hips, attaching himself to her neck. She could feel his cock against her ass and couldn't help but grind against it slightly.

That made him whine a little, "You fuckin' tease, you." He nibbled her ear lobe and fondled her tits through the dress, "Sending me pictures like that when you know I'm busy. What a nasty girl you are."

"Trevor," She pressed her back against his chest and tangled her fingers in his hair.

He hummed against her, "You know exactly what you're doing to me. Fuck, you pretty much send me a nude of you and expect me to just sit around and wait? I can't let you get away with that."

His rough hands removed themselves from her hips and tugged her into her semi-secluded office. He then took a rickety chair and sat down with a heavy huff.

Trevor patted his lap, "I ain't got all day, sugar."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" She cocked her eyebrow up.

"First, you tease me. And now, you're giving me attitude?" He shook his head and clicked his tongue, "You ain't making this easy, are ya?"

Once again, he patted his lap and looked at her expectantly. Natalie hesitantly stepped forward, fixing her dress slightly.

He eventually got impatient and gripped her hips again, forcing her into his lap, "Ain't no need to fix that skirt of yours. I'm just gonna mess it up on you anyway." His thumbs hooked into her dress and hiked it up, exposing her skimpy panties. Trevor chuckled, "Aww, sugar, you got all dolled up just for me?"

All she could do was whimper, feeling embarrassed of his intense gaze. Trevor made her straddle one of his thighs before he snaked his hand around the small of her back. Her cheeks felt hot and she found it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

"Don't get shy on me." He ordered her, pinching her cheeks in his hand and forcing her to look at him, "Come on now, give Mr. Philips a little show. I think it's your turn to get teased a bit, don't you agree?"

"...Yeah," Her voice was nothing but a whisper.

He grinned at her, "Good, very good. Go on then,"

His hand curled around her ass and pushed her against his thigh, making it brush up against her clit slightly. The gentle sensation was enough to make Natalie moan and squirm a little. All he did was talk dirty to her and grind up against her and already she was terribly wet. She started to slowly grind against his thigh, panting a little as she did so.

"Look at you," Trevor teased condescendingly, "You've been acting like I'm the desperate one, but here you are humping my leg like a dog. Well, go on then, puppy, I'm likin' the view."

Natalie continued to grind herself against his thigh, only being able to whimper and whine. The way she was seated on him was the perfect angle to rub her clit through her underpants. Trevor enjoyed watching her dry hump him so desperately and slowly played with himself under his sweatpants.

"Fuck this!" He growled, his insatiable need to fuck her growing too strong for him to ignore, "Get up,"

Natalie grumbled a little about how she was just getting close but Trevor didn't listen. He pushed her off his lap and got up swiftly afterwards, yanking her dress off so he could get a good look at her. He licked his cracked lips before bending her over the table and pulling her panties down.

He pulled her lips apart with his thumb and smiled, "You're a fuckin' mess all because of me? Well, ain't that a nice compliment?"

"Please…" Natalie whined, spreading her legs for him a bit.

Trevor leaned down to hear her better, "Speak up, honey."

"Please just fuck me already!"

"Oh, you're so good." He stood up straight and pulled his pants down so they pooled around his ankles, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard your head's gonna spin."

Trevor slowly inched his cock inside of her, making him hiss through his teeth. She felt so good around him. He couldn't bear to wait and savor this moment any longer, though, and pulled out before quickly slamming his hips against hers. Natalie gasped and dug her nails into the wooden table, rubbing her ass against him while he thrusted into her.

"Oh, this was well worth the wait." He babbled, groping her thighs and moaning as he felt her, "Perfect, perfect, perfect, that's what you are. You sweet thing, you, oh! Fuck me, you feel so good."

His orgasm came suddenly as he thursted himself inside her again, making him whine. He watched his cum slowly ooze out of her pussy and Trevor was quick to fuck it back in her while he was still hard.

Natalie whimpered at the sudden warmth that filled her core, reaching around under the table to rub her clit to the feeling to help her get off, too.

Trevor caught his breath and peppered her bare, sweaty shoulder in kisses, "You look so good like this, darlin'. I should keep you this way, huh?"

She grinned herself against her hand until she came, letting out a high pitched moan as it hit her. When she was done, he helped her up and pressed his lips against her temple to give her a chaste kiss.

"What about work?" She let out a tired chuckle, "I thought your little heist was the most important thing today."

Trevor shook his head and groped her ass again, "This is much more priceless than some fuckin' money holed up in a dusty ole bank. Much more fun, too."

#my stuff ♡#"=⌕ unprofessional professionalism/#minors dni #nsft #nsft self shipping #kinktober

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punk-ballerina · 1 year

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I’m doing this cause I’m bored and sick at home lol. I’m gonna try to do it all tonight lol. I kno that’s not how ur supposed to do it.

1. Hight: 5’9, CW: 232, SW: 244, GW: 150 , UGW: 100-115 (whatever I look best at mostly, I’d be happy at 120, but I don’t think that’s gonna be small enough. It’s not rly about numbers so much as aesthetics for me)

2. I’m 5’9. Yes, I like my height, but a lot of the dudes where I live say I’m way too tall to be attractive. No taste.

I like her slender and elegant body, but she still looks strong enough to seriously injure a misogynist lol.

4. I’m scared my hair will fall out, which is important since I’m queer and all the homosexuals like fluffy hair. I’m scared about loose skin cause I have a high sw. I’m scared I won’t be strong anymore, which is smthn I take great pride in, and I’m scared about brain fog cause my grades are super important to me.

5. I’m losing weight because I want to be beautiful, and I want to be able to have a shot at the ballet industry. I think I’m doing it mostly for me, but a lot of it is for social acceptance.

6. I binge rly bad. I think it’s because healthy food takes forever to prepare, but also, I’ve been diagnosed with BED.

7. The know I’m trying to lose weight, but they don’t know I’m Ana.

8. I don’t actually do a specific one atm. I burn about 3500 kcals by just existing, cause im a rly active person. I want to start tho, cause ballets off rn. Comment any ideas that you think I should try!!!

9. No, not really.

10. Sugar and carbs. They’re sooo addictive lol.

11. Right now this second it’s @hellokittybubble, because I saw a list of tips on their page. Idk if it was theirs originally, but they have a lot of good stuff on their blog lol.

12. Mostly I just binge honestly. But when I’m actually doing good I eat fruit and fiber 1 bars lol.

13. A mix honestly lol

14. My ugw is somewhere at a weight I feel hot at. It’ll probably be around 115 I think. I’m planning on reaching it by this time next year.

15. I’m not either cause my family rly like meat. I’d love to go vegan someday tho, not just for the weightloss benefits lol, I rly care about animals

16. I’ve wanted to lose weight since I was about 10

17. I’ve been diagnosed with BED and body dysmorphia. I think I’m ana, but I don’t have a medical diagnosis

18. My biggest weakness is mac n cheese or ice cream lol.

19. The last time I ate fast food was a couple months ago, which is pretty good considering I work at a fast food place

20. Im doing the abc at the moment with one of my buddies ( dm me if u want to be buddies, I like friends!!!). It’s going pretty well. I honestly absolutely love all those themed diets tho. It’s so cute.

21. Fun question. I wear a large if we’re being technical lol. Me personally, the bigger the better tho. I will wear 3x and no one can stop me. I want to be able to fit an xs.

22. I don’t rly have a lowest weight, I’ve always been kinda fat.

23. Yes and no. I wanted to be muscular for a long time so that I could look like black widow, but I can’t look like her and do ballet. Her story was DEEPLY inaccurate lol. She’s still beautiful and my role model tho.

24. I don’t rly have opinions on them. I’m using the tags for this so I guess I like them.

25. I’ve tried to purge a bunch of times, starting when I was about 12. Ya gorl ain’t got a gag reflex tho lol.

26. Being beautiful and feeling good in my skin

27. Mostly I binge a lot lol. But when I do stay strong, grosspo and fantasizing about the future of being skinny helps a LOT

28. Sort of, but it’s not totally necessary for me, I mostly want a tiny stomach and waist and arms.

29. For everyone else, beauty comes from within, for me, beauty is being perfect.

30. 1. I was homeschooled for the first 16 years of my life 2. I want to be a tattoo artist and piercer or an esthetician OR something to do with film when I grow up, 3. I’m sick rn 4. I’ve been in ballet since I was six, 5. I was the first female wrestler at my highschool, but I got kicked off after 3 days cause of something to do with homeschooling lol, 6. I have orange hair, 7. I love art, 8. I’m obsessed with the pirate core aesthetic and dream of dressing like that irl someday, 9. I’m in theatre (shocking I know) 10. I’m a makeup addict

Sorry if it kinda sucks lol, I was rly bored and there’s no way I could remember to do it 30 days in a row. If anyone wants a friend pls dm me!!! I’m down to talk about pretty much anything even tho this is a pr0 Ana blog!!

Blessed be

#ed coach #tw ana diary #tw ed rant #pr0ana diet #pr0anna #pr04ana #tw ed not sheeran #tw eating issues #disordered eating thoughts #ed no sheeran #ed disorder #ed but not sheeran #ed moots #ana coach #ana friend

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guu · 2 years

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Got tagged by Julia @wuggen in this big ol Answer These Questions chain letter thingimajig. Supposed to tag 25 people (wowie this one feels like it was taken straight from the old myspace ones)

Last...

Beverage: Full Thottle bc energy drinks have me in a chokehold to function

Phone call: uhhh either a doordash customer or my bff gabs

Text message: talkin with my mom abt her surgery tomorrow

Song you listened to: idk man i’m on a vaporwave mix rn

Time you cried: i don’t cry much anymore so uhhh... maybe... a month ago?

Have you ever...

Dated someone twice: yeah ;;- _-)

Kissed someone and regretted it: when i was 16 yeah

Lost someone special: In the sense of fucked up a good relationship: yes

in the sense of losing contact: soo many

in the sense of death: my grandma

Been depressed: bro since i was 11

Been drunk and threw up: oh yeah. hasn’t happened in years tho

Last year, have you...

Made a new friend: Ya!

Fallen out of love: Nope

Laughed until you cried: I don’t think so but mb. memory shit.

Found out who your true friends are: I mean, I guess. too bad none of them are here irl.

Found out someone was talking about you: No bc I’m 30

General

How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life?: I only have ppl added i kno irl bc i never use fb.

List 3 favorite colors: This hasn’t changed in like 15 yrs

pink, green, black

Firsts

First surgery: Still none

First piercing: I got my ear pierced at Claire’s when I was like. 6. so yeah that got infected Fast.

First best friend: I never had a true best friend till 7th grade, so my first is still my best friend in the whole world, Gabs.

First sport you joined: I was on the tennis team in middle school

First vacation: My family has never been rich. soo.

The time they took us along to Dodge City for a motorcycle rally back when they were bikers. that was fun. there was blood outside one of the rooms at the Best Western and i got a harmonica there.

First pair of trainers: Yeah I’m with Julia wth does this mean, I wouldn’t have guessed shoes if she didn’t say so. Licherally don’t remeber

Right now

Eating: Nothing atm, might break into some kettle corn soon

Drinking: Still the. Full Throttle.

I’m about to: get some more work done on Jewel Thieves and prolly go back out and play more Tales of Symphonia

Your future

Want kids: Got two, don’t want more.

Get married:Man i don’t know and i don’t care. if i do get married to anyone it’ll be for like, marriage benefits?

Career: I want a show of one my comics. But anyway as for ‘career’, character designer seems to be my best shot with what i Want to Do.

Which is better

Lips or eyes: yeah i think this is rly where u can see teens made these old things. both are good? people all definitely have both.

Hugs or kisses: i am so starved for friend hugs.

Shorter or taller: I don’t actually care much, it’s hard to be shorter than me, but taller is ideal cause then they could get stuff off high shelves and i go low and in small places. ideal dynamics.

Older or younger: As long as they’re old enough to drink, either is chill. probably older tho. Or a few yrs younger.

Romantic or spontaneous: Can we not have both????? What's the distinction here??? (leaving ur answer Julia cause I agree)

Nice stomach or nice arms: Big tummy... but i am a slut for a man with big strong arms

Sensitive or loud: I feel like these are not mutually exclusive? I’m sensitive and loud about it. (well. some of us are. i don’t feel much strongly)

Hook-up or relationship: Meh, either. I’m not the best with hook-ups but I might go for one if presented it.

Trouble maker or hesitant: Troublemaker within reason. I need someone who can make decisions for me so hesitant is a bit...

Have you ever...

Kissed a stranger: Yeah

Drank hard liquor: Yeah but I can’t do it anymore. Gives me heartburn.

Lost glasses/contacts: Used to lose or break my glasses all the time.

Sex on first date: Yea

Broke someone’s heart: Unfortunately u_u

Been arrested: I’ve been in handcuffs but that’s it.

Turned someone down: Hmm... yeah actually I think. I usually give just abt anyone a shot but there was that weird brony guy who was a huge misogynist.

Cried when someone died: Sorta. I didn’t know how to feel when gradma or grandpa died but I cried for my mom when they both passed.

Oh and I guess after the initial celebration of “the dead one”‘s passing, and realizing him being gone didn’t help how I felt I cried.

Do you believe in...

Yourself: Considering I’ve been let down so much I’d often have to say “if ya want somethin’ done right-” yeah

Miracles: No, but I want to.

Love at first sight: Used to. Romance is weird for us these days.

Heaven: No

Santa Claus: Okay uh, bro????

Kiss on the first date: Yeah man just go for it if it’s right for the both of ya.

Angels: Ok I know I said i don’t believe in heaven (or hell) but I’m on the fence with angels.

ok im not tagging 25 but let’s see. (as usual, only do if ya wanna ofc!)

@chocolatechippi , @babylonbirdmeat , @lilstinky , @goodvibesdog , @mood2you , @nonbinaryjew , @e-102 , @cringezskull430 , @snailbutch ,

@minmos , @3000s , @sablesablesablesable

#under a readmore for mobile #i think mobile still gets long posts? idk

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 11]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, daddy kink, fingering, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation, a little angst/mentions of theft, but some soft lovin for the masses after the last chapter 😭😭💕, also i think this goes without saying but just in case! There won’t be any Cherry Bomb chapters going up while Monster Mash is happening(same for the drabble game)! So this is our last chapter until Nov 6th!🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ?

“Well… Welcome home.”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile from behind as he watches you trudge past him towards the bed. He toes his shoes off quietly before setting your things down by the sofa, a soft sigh on his lips.

“Seungcheol, are you really sure about this? Really, I can just get a hotel...”

He sits with you on the bed; arm draped around your shoulder as he tucks you into his side. “We’re really going to need to figure things out pretty quickly but… yes. I’m sure. I mean, even if it’s just temporarily until you can find a safer place to live in. Which, by the way, can we talk about that? If you’re okay with it.”

Biting your lip, you slightly pull away as you peer up at Seungcheol. He takes note of your puffy, red eyes; a frown of his own painted on his face. He could hear your sniffles the entire ride back home but he decided to not say anything, in fear of exacerbating the situation.

“I---It happened a couple months ago. Do you remember that week I was doing a stream per day as a thank you gift for my subscribers? Well, I stepped out one afternoon to run some errands and---and when I came back, the door was just ...ajar. But also, nothing was really missing? Just a few things here and there I knew I wouldn’t miss and my filming camera. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but the cops came by to take a statement anyway...”

“Didn't you stream that night though?”

You nod shamefully, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I figured since nothing stolen was really irreplaceable. And I had a spare camera I ended up using so I thought it’d be okay.”

The two of you sigh in unison, settling into the quietness of Seungcheol, and now, your apartment. “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ll help with the bills and stuff, ‘Cheol! We’ll go halfsies on it, okay? I’ll pull my weight around here.”

You shoot him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around one of his. “Maybe I should take up Jeongguk with that collab stream idea…”

“Speaking of…”

‘Hey, it’s late but I need a favour when you’re free.’

Jeon 🥴: wussup u kno im always awake

‘Are you up for a trade?’

Jeon 🥴: why do u sound like jigsaw 😭😭

Jeon 🥴: also it depends

‘You help me move all of Cherry’s things to my apartment and she agrees to do a livestream with you.’

Jeon 🥴: the--

Jeon 🥴: just tell me when and where baby i got u

Sunday morning is a whirlwind of phone calls and favour-chains, big boxes and Jeongguk knocking early in the morning when he finally shows up.

“I’m ready to go whenever! Seokjin-hyung’s pretty upset he has to take my early shift but I promised him that I’d take his night shift and swore to never mention the time he broke the hot dog machine to Namjoon.”

Seungcheol turns to you, “So, I called the police department and asked if there were any updates and what we can do. All they could really tell me is that we’re free to go back to the apartment since they replaced the door and that they’ve already taken as many fingerprints as they can, so we can go get your things.” He pauses, “We probably shouldn’t try to take everything so quickly so we should go in and get your essential things and then just go back to grab the others later on, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response, making sure you have your things before the three of you head out. “My landlord texted me and told me to tell her when we get there so she can give me the new key.”

Jeongguk pops the gum in his mouth, heavy boots resounding through the apartment as he makes his way to the door.

“Let’s go get some shit!”

“So can we discuss the deal we got going on here?” Jeongguk bounces with giddiness from Seungcheol’s backseat, unable to sit still at the thought.

“Well, we can do two streams.” You take a second to turn around from the front seat, eyes locking onto Jeongguk who immediately leans in towards your face. “One on yours and one on mine. We’ll split whatever money we make and call it a day?”

“Wait a second, two streams? Why would he be on yours?” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at the road in front of him; knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t even properly in a live cam and now Jeongguk was going to be?

“Oh, I don’t think Seungcheol-hyung would like it very much. Although I will say, my stroke game is preeeeetty good.”

“No, you idiots, not like that!” Seungcheol snorts from the driver’s seat just as you roll your eyes. “On ‘Guk’s channel, we’ll just game. That’s it. Keep it PG, y’know? But on mine… We’ll still game, just… with some added bonuses. I’ve already thought it out, okay? Just trust me. We can do it on Friday night and Saturday night respectively, so we don’t kill our schedules too much.”

The two males nod in return as you turn back around to face forward. “Which, by the way, thank you Jeongguk for agreeing to come and bring the heavy stuff with us. I really appreciate it!”

Jeongguk smiles, although you can’t see it. “Hey, it’s no problem! And anyway, I already might’ve told my viewers that I’d be having a special guest soon so...” He trails off sheepishly; a pale pink blush on his cheeks.

“Wow, well, I guess if there’s anything we should be thankful for… At least they didn’t take the sybian.”

“Ugh, hyung, it’s probably because they couldn’t tell what it was. And they probably didn’t take a lot of the sex toys because they were probably freaked out.”

Jeongguk’s voice gets quieter and quieter as he exits the apartment that you and Seungcheol were still in.

“What’s the damage, baby?”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed, rummaging through a box of personal items. “It seems like they made more of a mess trying to find anything of worth, to be honest. Most of the things taken were gifts and some of my toys but the ones that were still in their packages. Some of my camera and lighting equipment also got taken… Same goes for some of the lingerie sets you got me that were still in their packaging… ‘m sorry, ‘Cheol.” You pout up at him as he chuckles.

Seungcheol stands in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes. “That’s literally fine. You can always get more of those things anyway.”

He kisses you gently on the forehead; fingertips threaded through your hair. “Hey, if you’re still doing a show on Wednesday, I’ve got an idea.” Seungcheol offers.

“You? Have an idea?” You raise a brow at him, unsure whether or not to believe him. But before either of you can speak, Jeongguk comes back, boots stomping loudly on the hardwood.

“Let’s talk about this another time, when we’re alone.”

The two of you take the next couple of days in stride as you settle into your new place; whether it was temporarily or permanently for you.

Seungcheol continues his normal work routine and to some degree, you find yourself even more bored without him. For a while, you contemplate getting a part time job, at least to make up some extra money for rent and so that you weren’t always at home alone.

“Hey, I’m back!”

Ah, perfect timing.

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in one of his shirts. “‘Cheollie~ Welcome home!”

“Have a fun day without me?” He asks, shucking off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the sofa.

“Errr, well, I had some thoughts… and some questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

You sit across from him, eyes blinking in unsureness as he stares at you. “Well… I was thinking… about maybe getting a part time job? I know we kinda made a lot with the last videos but, it’d help me not be so bored when you’re gone and hey, extra money is always good, right? I can replace all the stuff that got stolen too.” Seungcheol nods in thought, “Maybe you can find a place that’ll give you early shifts so I can just swing by and get you after work. I’d say come work at the roller rink but I don’t think that’d be the smartest idea...”

“I’ll find a place! I was going through the job listings earlier and there were some promising places~” A weight feels lifted from your shoulders as you smile back at Seungcheol; glad that he seemed to be willing to work with you and what you wanted. “Oh and… about the show tonight? What was your idea? We totally forgot about it.”

Seungcheol laughs breathily, running a hand through his hair as he gets up from the sofa to head towards the kitchen.

“Let’s let it be a surprise. C’mon, I wanna try a new recipe from our cookbooks.”

You set up the cameras as per Seungcheol’s request, checking the viewfinder. “Are you sure about this, ‘Cheol? You don’t have to be on cam with me if you don’t want to…”

Seungcheol chuckles as he tugs his shirt off, leaving his sweats on as he gets onto the bed with you. He checks the viewfinder with you, making sure the angle cuts off right at his collarbones. “I’m sure, and as long as the cameras don’t shift, we should be fine. I wanted to try this.”

The unknown factor scares you a little bit, but you trust Seungcheol enough to know that he knows what he’s doing.

“Now, c’mere.” He gestures to you as you tilt your head at him. “But there’s still, like, 12 minutes until we need to start…”

“Yeah, but we’re doing things my way tonight, right, sweetheart?”

Nodding slowly, you crawl on your knees towards Seungcheol, stopping right in front of him as he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You smile into it, melting under his touch before he pulls away.

“Turn around for me, baby.”

The mood shifts quickly when he slips into character and you can feel your heart racing in your chest when his arms wrap around your midsection. He tugs you towards himself until your back meets his warm naked chest.

“Daddy just wants to make you feel good, princess. Don’t you want that?”

The warmth blooms inside your chest at Seungcheol’s soft voice, “Mmhmm…”

You check the viewfinder to see half of your face cut off and Seungcheol’s head out of frame. His arms are wrapped firmly around your midsection before his hands start to roam your lingerie-clad body. “My babygirl’s had such a rough week. I think she deserves to be treated like a princess tonight.” You gulp as Seungcheol whispers into your hair; a content sigh on your lips when he cups your breasts in his palms.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You lean your head up against his shoulder as his fingertips continue to roam; letting him take the reins.

He slides your bra straps down your shoulders gently, kissing the skin before he slides the material from you. His hands find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as you mewl. “S--Seungcheol…”

His eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “Looks like it’s time, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you lean away from his touch for a second as you click the red button on your laptop screen that indicates you were live. It gives a countdown of three seconds just as you situate yourself back in Seungcheol’s lap.

gentleman_josh95: whoa what

universe_WZ: yo wait

angelhan: ????

kitty_junjun has donated $69

kitty_junjun: for my favorite couple

“H--Hi guys…” You whimper; lips falling into a silent moan when Seungcheol pinches your nipples between his fingers. “I--I, um, a-ah, daddy wanted to s-start early so…”

sleepy_wonu: ….interesting

sleepy_wonu has donated $50

therealchan99: btw u didnt have a show on sat! everything okay?

“Ah, ye---yeah, just, some stuff came u-up, is all. Sorry!” You shoot the camera a sheepish smile, hoping that nobody else presses for more.

Seungcheol notices the way you tense up in his hold as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Daddy’s taking care of it now, isn’t that right, babygirl?” The comments and donations flood the screen as Seungcheol talks; questions of who he was and comments about the previous videos still lingering in your viewers minds as they continue to praise the two of you.

He takes your distraction as an opportunity to ghost his hands down your torso until they flit along the edge of the waistband of your panties.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. Let them see how wet your panties are getting.”

sleepy_wonu: seems like daddy dom.cheol finally got his hands on you huh lol

sleepy_wonu: somehow i knew you’d make a good pair.

tangerine_kwan: the--------------

hoshi_tiger_xx: wait how r u sure

chwenon: actually.... 🥴🥴🥴

sleepy_wonu: i mean, do u see him in here? Isnt it weird he hasnt donated yet?

alphagyu97: goddamn he rly went from private show to actual fucking?

alphagyu97: … living his best life, i cant even complain

For a second, you want to respond, but you let the comments go on to see what else they had to say before chiming in.

A blush blooms on your cheeks when Seungcheol ghosts his fingers over your panties; hips rising off of the bed when he presses into the growing wet patch on the material. He chuckles lightly as he, too, reads over the comments.

“Guess we’re caught, huh?” You can’t help but giggle at Seungcheol’s lighthearted approach to them finding out; glad that he seemed to be okay with it.

chwenon: bruh he said stroke game on ✨x-games✨

xcaliburDK: wait so r u guys gonna be on cam together regularly now?

artist8hao: damn, shouldve known he was packin

“Erm… we--well, not necessarily! He’ll, maybe, join me for some here and, mmh, there but… but that’s it for, ah, n-now..”

Seungcheol drags his fingers up and down your folds through your panties as the material starts to stick to you like a second skin. He noticed you’d hit your show minimum where you usually liked to really start your show, moments prior.

“But for today, I thought I’d take it slow with our babygirl. Let her feel nice and good after her long week.” He checks the viewfinder one more time to make sure everything’s okay before he drags his fingers back to the waistband of your panties as he starts to push them down. “Help me get these off of you, sweetheart.”

You replace his hands with yours as you shimmy the soaked material down your legs until you can kick them off.

Spreading your legs, you make sure you’re directly in the camera’s views as Seungcheol brings his fingertips down to your soaking cunt. “Look at her. I’ve only been touching her for a little while and she’s already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

tangerine_kwan: fuck, give her what she wants

artist8hao: sink those fingers into her tight pussy just like what she likes

Seungcheol drags his fingers through your wet folds teasingly slow as you whine. “M-more… daddy…” He hums in response, middle finger on your clit as he rubs slow circles. Your eyes slide close at his gentle touch, body filled with warmth as you rest against him. You even momentarily forget that the two of you were being watched live; if not for the sounds of donations and comments pouring out of your speakers.

“Babygirl, don’t you have an announcement for your viewers?” He grins against your hair just as he runs his fingers through your wetness again; this time, positioning two fingers at your entrance as he slowly sinks them into you.

He starts a slow pace as he pumps them inside of your warm walls, curling and scissoring them as you clench around the digits.

“A-ah, y--yeah, this Friday I--I’m doing a collab stream on--on, ngh, G-Golden Closet Gaming and, fuh--fuck, on Saturday we’ll be doing a collab stream on, hah, my ch--channel!”

xcaliburDK: wait u kno gcg too?

therealchan99: threesome?

angelhan: wow this channel is growing so fast

“N-no, ah, d-daddy wouldn’t like that very m-much but, mmh, it’s---it’s for a good reason! I promise~!” You let out a choked sob just as Seungcheol starts thrusting his fingers faster; heels digging into the sheets as your legs threaten to clamp shut.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep your legs spread, baby. They have to see your pretty ‘lil cunt stretched wide around my fingers.” He kisses your hair once more before he ever so slowly adds a third finger, pumping them into you slowly. Your nails dig into his thighs at the fullness you feel, hips bucking up as you meet his fingers.

“O-oh my god, ‘m suh--so full!” You whimper, eyes clamped shut.

You already feel yourself close to an orgasm as your thighs start to shake. Seungcheol takes notice of the way your pussy gets tighter around his fingers and the way your breath becomes more stuttered as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Get my fingers nice and wet.” Seungcheol coos.

“D---daddy!”

The donations and comments flood the screen with words of praise as your orgasm washes over you; back bowing away from Seungcheol as your body locks up in his lap. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub, laughing lightly when your thighs clamp shut around his arm.

universe_WZ: so fuckin pretty when she cums

alphagyu97: a sweet babygirl getting what she deserves

Small cries fall off your lips as the oversensitivity starts to bite and you bring your hand to Seungcheol’s forearm as you whine and try to push his hand away. “Mmh… ‘m sensitive now…”

He nods gently as he slowly eases his fingers out of your soaking pussy. “Spread your legs.”

You shakily follow his orders as you catch your breath; shaky legs parting for the camera to see. Seungcheol brings his wet fingers to your lips as you start to lick and clean them of your wetness.

kitty_junjun: fuck and she’s such a good girl too

universe_WZ: a good babygirl who knows how to clean up her messes huh

Seungcheol clears his throat, adrenaline rushing through his veins, “I want you to cum one more time for me, baby. Think you can?” You blink sleepily at the camera, foggy eyes already noticing you’d somehow made twice as much in this show despite Seungcheol not being any of the donators.

“I---I think so, daddy…”

He nods, gulping as he slowly starts to move from behind you. “Good, because you’re gonna cum on my tongue for everyone now.”

Arousal pools in you at Seungcheol’s words and you shoot him a panicked look when he gets up from the bed. He smiles at you softly, rounding the bed and entering the camera’s view with the back of his head showing.

“Lean up against the pillows, sweetheart. Let them see your cute face when you’re cumming on daddy’s tongue.”

angelhan: blue hair huh

sleepy_wonu: lol tryna keep tabs so u kno who to look for?

alphagyu97: maybe

therealchan99: yes but no

Seungcheol takes a deep breath before he lays on his stomach between your legs, hands on your thighs as he places them over his shoulders. He’s slightly nervous; if only because he’s worried he might accidentally show his face. But he steels himself, smiling up at you once before he leans in, tongue already flicking at your sensitive clit before you can even properly get situated.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Your hands immediately tangle into Seungcheol’s hair as you throw your head back against the pillows.

This time, he doesn’t start slow; his plump lips around your clit as he sucks hard. “D--Daddy, please!” You whine as you dig your heels into his back and Seungcheol is quick to laugh against your skin. He kisses your clit; smirking when you jolt under his touch.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Do you want me to stop?” He lets you catch your breath as you slowly bring your head down to look at him; bleary eyes focused on his wet lips and twinkling eyes.

“N-no… jus’ wanna c-cum again…’m really close already ‘cause ‘m sensitive...”

Seungcheol hums, leaning in closer as he drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in as you moan above him. He repeats this process a few times, teasing you as you whine and squirm.

xcaliburDK: goddamn her expressions are so cute

chwenon: she rly does look good like this

hoshi_tiger_xx: better than her toys

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

You get lost in the pleasure, already on the brink of your second orgasm when Seungcheol sucks your clit back into his mouth. He draws you in closer by your thighs when he feels you shaking under his touch; doubling his efforts when he can already feel your body start to lock up.

Seungcheol flattens his tongue against you, dragging his tongue up and down in hard strokes.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m---I’m c-cumming!”

Tears wet your lashes as you cum hard on his tongue; fingertips locked tight in his hair as your hips cant up into his mouth. He lets you do as you please, letting you ride his tongue as you take your pleasure from him.

The sounds of donations and comments pour in from behind Seungcheol’s back and he has an itching feeling that the shows in which he actually appeared were going to be more popular from now on.

Not that he’d complain.

Your soft cries from above pull Seungcheol from his thoughts as he slowly eases his tongue off of you; kissing your sensitive clit one last time as you squirm.

“Nooooo~” You cry, pushing his head away as he laughs.

“It was nice meeting you all~” Seungcheol comments as he slides out of view of the camera. “I’ll let you take it from here, sweetheart.”

You smile tiredly at Seungcheol, wiping the sweat from your brow as you close your shaky legs.

“Thank you, daddy~”

“Did you still want to get a part time job? I mean… these numbers…”

Muttering, Seungcheol turns off all the lights before he slides under the bedsheets with you, laptop dead-center as the two of you look at the amount of donations you’d made from the single live show.

“Yeah, I think it’d be fun! And anyway, I might’ve already found a place! And with a friend!” You grin at him just as you slam your laptop shut; confusion painted on his features even in the darkness.

“A friend? And where?”

“’Dynamite’! With Jun!”

Seungcheol snorts, flopping into his pillow. “You serious? Why there?”

You snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his arm as you stare up at his side profile. “They’re hiring, Jun would know my schedule the best, and I’d have someone familiar with me.” Pausing, you smirk up at him even if he can’t see it. “And they probably have cute little pastel diner outfits… With a cute ‘lil skirt… And if I bend over enough for you, maybe you’ll see my cute ‘lil panties that are already wet just thinkin’ about you… ‘n maybe you’ll have to take me back to your car and fuck me in your backseat and cum all over my cute outfit.”

Seungcheol nods in though, images of you bent over the hood of his car with your panties pushed to the side as he fucks you in the parking lot; the risk of everyone seeing you making his cock throb in his sweats.

“Hmm... Touché.”

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years

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Nightmares and Kisses

summary: reader has nightmares, and Spencer calms her down in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Nightmares, minimal cursing

category: fluff

A/n: this is a really short one, but I thought it was really cute so I hope you enjoy!

Nightmares were a given for your job of choice, I mean you saw dead bodies daily, you witnessed death so often that normal people who weren’t trained would easily go insane.

It’s another night of nightmares, of people you couldn’t save haunting your dreams. You go through all of their deaths. Young girls and boys to old men and women.

There weren't tens of hundreds of them, only fifteen, but they were innocent people that deserved to live, and they couldn't all because you were too slow.

You wake up with a scream, heart going a hundred miles an hour, your eyes sticky with tears rimmed on the inner corners of your eyelid.

“Fuck...”

You whimper as you pull your phone to your face, groaning at the brightness before opening the small phone icon.

scrolling through your list of contacts, you rapidly press Emily’s contact to call her.

calling sidekick

She picks up, you give her no time to talk, immediately explaining why you called her at 3:27 a.m

“Emily... I’m uh- I’m having n-nightmares again... A-and I was wondering if- if you could come over with some... some tea? I-If not that’s fine, I just... I’m just tired of having nightmares...”

Silence.

“Um... Y/n?”

Well that’s not Emily.

You check the call I.D once more.

Spencey

Shit. You just confessed to having nightmares to your crush, the one person you never wanted to know about them.

“Hey, you okay Y/n?”

Tears rush back down your cheeks. Emily was the only person you talked to when it came to your nightmares. You knew you could trust everyone else, but you didn’t want them to baby you. Emily helped you talk about them, and then at work she pushes you to do your best.

“Um... Uh... Y-yeah, I’m fine... I’m good, sorry.”

You quickly hang up, dropping your phone on your bed and sobbing into your knees.

Spencer stares at his phone, confusion and concern screaming in his brain. He never even noticed that you had nightmares before.

he knew that everyone had nightmares in this job, but he could usually tell when someone had a nightmare the night before, their eyes would bear bags under them, red and irritated. They would be on edge all day, already on a short fuse to start.

He rapidly grabbed his bags, hurrying to get to Hotch’s office to tell him that he’s leaving.

“Hotch, I’m going home. See you tomorrow.”

“Okay Reid, get some rest.”

Yeah right.

He thinks as he rushes through the door, struggling to hold all of his items.

You hear a knock on the door, you just got out of the shower to try and calm yourself down, and it kind of worked.

You open the door of your apartment,meeting the eyes of Spencer, he’s holding a box of tea.

“Spence... You didn’t... You didn’t have to come over!”

You open the door for him to come in anyways, letting him walk into your fairly small apartment.

“I wanted to, thought you could use some tea? I got some with melatonin to help you fall asleep.”

You smile as he leads you to the bed and sits you down before going to your kitchen.

“Thanks Spencer...”

You duck your face under the covers to hide your beet red cheeks, giggling at his kindness.

A few minutes later, he returns to you with a cup of tea, placing it in your hands gently before sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Do you want to talk about it? Studies show that talking about things that are bothering you can make you less stressed.”

You take a deep breath before speaking, your nerves put on edge once again as you attempt to talk about the topic.

“Um, it was just uh... I kept dreaming about the uh... people that I couldn’t save... I can’t stop thinking about them lately...”

He smiles sadly before laying down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“There’s nothing you could have done Y/n. None of those peoples deaths are your fault okay? It’s not your fault.”

Tears well up in your eyes while the corners of your mouths tug downwards.

“But...”

“No buts. They weren’t your fault.”

You slowly and cautiously cuddle into him, hugging his side as tears fall onto his shirt, small whimpers and sniffles emitting from your throat.

“Can I tell you something Y/n? Just before you go to sleep?”

You nod, letting your head rise and fall with the breathing beat of his chest, his heart beating super fast in your ear.

“I’m in love with you.”

He says after a long pause, making your breathing stop at his confession.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I just, it was really nice and peaceful and I needed to let you kno-”

You lean up and press your lips on his gently, closing your eyes and letting your tears fall on his cheeks.

He quickly scoops your face up in his hands, kissing you back before pulling away, smiling and resting your forehead on his.

“I love you too Spencer.”

That night, you and him fall asleep in each others arms, you’re nightmares turned into a dream of you and Spencer.

The next day, you and Spencer walk into the bullpen hand in hand, giggling at your ogling team.

“Rossi owes me fifty dollars!”

You and Spencer watch in embarrassed horror as everyone begins handing money to each other.

“What the hell guys? You guys put bets on us?”

They nod shyly as Hotch walks out of his office.

“I assume I can trust you two don’t need the talk about relationships in this profession?”

You and Spencer mock salute before sitting at your office chairs, holding onto your hands tightly.

“Good. Emily, I’ll take my money now.”

You drop your head on your desk at Hotch’s words.

“Dammit Hotch!”

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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(Diakko week) There’s no way she- (5) ““There’s no way she would ever lose her again.””

A/N: I’m late because. I’m dying in school. Thank you. Dw, I’ll finish the story regardless.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Day 5: Afterlife/Reincarnation

“There’s no way she would ever lose her again.”

[“I will be with you in our next life, and into forever... Diana.”]

“-ness. Your highness, please wake up.”

Akko stirred from her slumber, feeling the silken sheets slip from her shoulders as she was aided into a sitting position.

Yesterday’s meeting must have really worn her out if her body felt this heavy the following morning.

“Ugh- Thank you, Anna. May I have a glass of water?” She requested, holding a hand out in waiting while the other cradled her throbbing head.

“Of course, your excellency.”

Having been handed the drink, Akko took large gulps until she cleared the cup of its contents, handing it back to her attendant. “Thank you.”

“I am glad to be of service.”

Akko continued to massage her throbbing temples, trying to think of all she had to attend to today. It was proving difficult however as she felt strange emotions swirl deep within her. Somehow, she felt as though she had dreamt of something important last night. However, she could not- for the life of her- seem to remember.

“Could you call Finnelan for me?” She moaned through the steadily intensifying pain.

“Right away.”

Akko nodded her gratefulness to Anna who quickly went to fetch the person she needed to see. Not a minute later, Akko’s court adviser had walked into the room, some papers in hand.

“You rang, Empress?”

Kagari Atsuko, empress of the continent of Solis, raised her head to greet her subject, trying her best to put on a presentable face.

“Yes. I apologize for my current state, but I’m feeling a little unwell. I’d like to ask if I had anything important that I needed to accomplish today? Anything that needs immediate regard?”

Finnelan gave her a sympathetic smile, leafing through the papers she had brought with her. “Not that I know of, Empress. You are fairly ahead of schedule for most of your work, and anything scheduled for today can be moved to at least three days later with nothing affecting any ongoing or future work.”

Akko sighed in relief, allowing herself to fall back into her covers. “Thank goodness. Would it be alright if I take the day off? I’m feeling a little unwell.”

Finellan laughed at the question. The young empress sure could be considerate.

“You literally own the entire empire, your Majesty. People’s time revolves around you. I mean this in a positive way. You are allowed to take breaks. No one could ever tell you no.”

Akko laughed along lightly with her, glad that she could take a much deserved rest.

“I will take up the opportunity then.”

“Please do. We can’t have our Empress functioning at any capacity less than her best.”

“Understood~” Akko lazily saluted as her subjects shook their heads in fondness.

“We shall be taking our leave then.” Finnelan said for both of them, taking a bow as she did.

“If you need anything, your majesty, feel free to call for me.” Anna reminded before they both finally left the empress to her own devices.

At the sound of the door clicking shut, Akko sighed, draping her arm across her eyes as she thought of what she should do with her free time now. Clearly, resting was at the top of her priority list, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to just keep still and laze around all day.

She decided she’d nap and grab a bite to eat before doing some exploring- something she hadn’t been able to do lately. The forests to the south of the palace sounded like the ideal place to adventure in today.

With her plan in mind, she laid herself to sleep and succumbed to the temptations of her sheets.

Akko felt significantly better once mid-afternoon came around. She had satisfyingly filled her stomach and had acquired her much needed rest. Refreshed, she decided to go for a ride into the southern woods, as planned.

Akko walked through the palace halls, first searching for Anna to let her know she was heading out. With the castle staff aware of her whereabouts, she made her way out the back doors and hiked far enough that she’d be hidden from anyone’s immediate sight.

She scanned her surroundings for any presence or unwanted eyes. Finding none, she sighed in relief, reaching into the pocket of her coat and pulling out a small locket- an oddly shaped one. One that looked uncannily like...

A briefcase.

This odd artifact had been with her since the day she was born, apparently. Her parents hadn’t given it to her, that’s for sure. They just said that one moment she was born, and the next they’d seen her, she already had the necklace laid next to her in her crib. She had never parted with it since then.

It wasn’t something they could explain. Maybe a cleric or a mysterious nurse had gifted it to her, who knew. All Akko knew was that one day, she suddenly had many creatures to call family, and somehow, she knew each one by heart.

Whispering a few words against the locket, and planting a gentle kiss on it, the case grew and she was able to open it.

Biting her lip, she weighed a few options in her mind. Who should she call today...

Ah, of course. If she wanted to brave the woods and look for adventure, who better to call on than-

“Florence.”

Immediately, a gentle glow of light filled her area, and a regal-looking creature emerged, basking in the light for a few moments before nuzzling Akko’s side.

The empress giggled, petting her creature before returning the briefcase to its former state and hanging it around her neck.

“Hello, my friend.”

Without her having to say another word, Florence took her up on his own back before quickly ascending to the heavens and flying quickly across the vast lands, giving Akko a gorgeous bird’s eye view of the landscape.

As they sword above the heights of trees, Akko spotted an open area. She was sure that if she had walked the woods, she’d never spot this peculiar looking shack as it seemed cloaked in some sort of... magic.

Carefully, she had Florence glide about the air before silently landing nearby, but not quite in the area. Her intuition had proved right as she struggled for a few minutes to see what she had found from above. Using her general instinct and memory of where she vaguely assumed that place to be, she eventually stumbled through an odd-feeling magical barrier that allowed her to stumble upon a cottage that looked nothing like what she had seen mid-air.

It looked cozy, quite homely.

Akko looked around, hoping to see any signs of a person as clearly someone resided here- what with the well-kept grass and the lively waving by the window.

She followed the dotted stony path leading to the door, reading the sign left there.

[Apothecary Cavendish is closed. Return tomorrow.]

Akko frowned slightly for two reasons. One beint that that odd name caused her head to throb once more. Was she getting sick again? Maybe not. The other reason Akko felt disheartened was due to the fact that she wouldn’t exactly be having a tomorrow to check this place out as she would have to get back to work. She wasn’t quite sure if she’d have any time this week either. Or this month. Or... ever.

She weighed her options.

She could sneak out of the castle at some point in the future. Or maybe she could quench her curious thirst right now and try opening the door- have a little peek, that’s all. She could say that it was an inspection since she was sure this place wasn’t on the empire’s map, nor was it registered in any city or town hall.

She was simply investigating, yes. Investigating. For the safety of her country and men.

Akko nodded, knowing she hadn’t really convinced herself of anything. Reaching for the knob, she felt her hands sweat and tremble, throat drying. She really was justifying her actions that could very well be a crime. Empress or not, this was really wrong. But... She just had to know... She just had to reach and turn the knob and take one small look and all would be fine. She’d leave without a trace, and no one would kno-

“Who are you.”

Akko felt her body go rigid in fright, slowly turning around to spot a woman with basket of what seemed to be herbs. Had she just returned from collecting them-

“Ugh-”

“Hey! Are you okay?”

Again. It was back again. The pain in her head.

Akko crouched down, cradling her head in her hands with her eyes squeezed shut as the world spun round and round until she hit the ground. She barely heard the panicked yelling of her companion as all went to black.

“You’re awake.”

Akko blinked once, twice. Her visage was filled with soft light and wooden framing across a tall roof. Turning to her side she watched the woman she’d met only moments ago squeezing a towel over a basin before gently laying it over her forehead.

“A high fever, and you had the gall to go exploring in these dangerous woods.” She scolded Akko who couldn’t help but stare, not processing anything she’d just said.

Akko didn’t know why, but something spoke familiarity in just about everything this woman had been showing her. Her manner of speech, of action, the way she was currently scolding Akko with a stern and frank voice that still held a gentle warmth to it- everything about her told Akko that couldn’t possibly be the first time they’d met.

At least... not in this lifetime...?

Akko did a double-take at her thought process. This lifetime? What did that mean? Had she ever been one to believe in something like reincarnation and multiple lives? Well, she didn’t necessarily doubt it either. She simply never thought of it until now.

So… what did she think of it now?

“Um, pardon me? Are you alright? Are you still with me?”

Akko realized her mind had wandered so far that she forgot her manners.

“Ah, my apologies. I just...just…” She had looked up to meet the eyes of her savior to show her sincerity, but so quickly got lost in them. Sparkling blue gems that were framed with long lashes above the gentle slope of a tall nose and healthy pink lips distracted her.

Holy shit. This lady was-

“Absolutely stunning.”

Miss Stunning blinked. As did Akko.

“Thank...you…?”

It was only then that Akko came to her senses, immediately rising from the bed, only to smack her head straight into her companion’s nose.

“CR- CRUMPETS AND SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS-… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She groaned, nursing her nose and checking for any possible signs of bleeding.

Fortunately for her, their were none. Unfortunately for Akko she was now rather cross.

Akko reached out to assist her, but the woman promptly created distance between them, not trusting Akko anymore in case of any more surprise attacks.

“Miss, I-”

“Just-! If you’re feeling better, please leave. Please. I beg you.”

Akko really, truly felt terrible for causing her so much trouble that she silently complied. With a bow, she gathered her coat that had been hanging off a dining room chair, wore it and said her farewells.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. And trespassed.” She apologized, head hung low. “I-if it’s alright…” Still, something deep within her told her she still needed to come back. She needed to know of this woman and the strong pull she seemed to have over her. “May I come back?”

Akko could see the woman’s hesitance in her eyes. She watched her deliberate over the decision, before sighing and agreeing, much too Akko’s surprise.

“Fine. I guess I do need a few more customers. Wouldn’t mind that.” She reluctantly gave Akko a smile… and a piece of paper with a few things written on it.

Akko cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing the item. “What’s this?” She inquired, confused.

She watched the other woman crack a grin, finding it somehow incredibly endearing. “The bill.” She stated factually. “For the services I’ve provided you, good miss.”

Akko’s jaw dropped at the words. She couldn’t even tell if she was being teased or-

“I’m dead serious.” She was told. “My ingredients don’t really grow on tre-… okay, some do. But this forest doesn’t exactly grow me any money. Only resources.”

That drew a fit of laughs from Akko who was incredibly amused by this stranger’s straightforwardness.

“Alright, alright.” She was never really short on money anyway. “I’ll come back with your compensation. That, I promise.”

And she swore she died a little at the smile she received just then. Her brain ceased to function and her feet would no longer move.

“Miss?”

“O-Oh! Sorry, just… uh. Got lost in the moment there. Um…” Awkwardly scratching the back of her head, she bid her farewells. “Well, I’ll see you around um…” Oh. She didn’t quite know the woman’s name.

“Hmm?” Akko was given a questioning look before the apothecary caught on. “Oh, right. We forgot to introduce ourselves to one another. Hello there.”

“H-hello.”

“I go by Cavendish…

Diana Cavendish.”

And at those words it felt like puzzles of a piece Akko didn’t know she was solving, suddenly fit. Sparks connected, and her mind ran miles and miles per hour over memories, thoughts, emotions, and a past Akko now fully remembered.

A past where she had love. A past where she had… Diana Cavendish.

She hadn’t even realized when it was she started crying, but Diana had reacted faster than she did, dabbing Akko’s face with a handkerchief while awkwardly consoling her.

“May I… embrace you?” Akko suddenly blurted out.

Diana, already surprised from Akko’s sudden crying, became all the more shocked. Her being a little weirded out by what Akko had requested was also not something she particularly hid from showing on her face.

“May I... Could I possibly embrace you?” Akko repeated to her, well aware of how odd it was to ask that of someone who clearly thought her to be a stranger.

“I don’t even know who you are, sorry.” Diana eventually admitted, the words breaking Akko’s heart just a bit.

Akko couldn’t remember the last time words had hurt her this much, but Diana not remembering the things they’d been through and Akko knowing the things she knew… it was just a bit much.

Maybe… this wasn’t something that was meant to be. Akko decided to plaster on a smile. Maybe she could try again tomorrow? Would Diana be able to remember her as well? Should Akko just tell her? Would she even believe her?

Akko didn’t have much time to think about it any longer as the sun began to set. It was time for her to leave.

“My apologies.” Akko sighed, giving Diana a respectful bow. “That was rather rude of me, wasn’t it?”

Diana gave her a small, suspicious nod.

“I must be on my way, but… um…” Akko felt her palms sweat and she quickly wiped it off on her garments before holding a hand out. “Let us start over again.” She smiled. She could do this much at least. Right?

Diana took her hand incredibly slowly and carefully. Akko kept up her smile despite all the salt continuously being added to a fresh wound.

“Hello, Miss Diana.” She greeted. “I am a simple noblewoman in this country and I go by the name..,” Maybe if she said her name, Diana would remember just as she had.

Or maybe not and Akko would continue to wallow in sadness for a few days more.

Only one way to find out.

“Kagari Atsuko”

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Diana neither flinched, nor blinked, nor spoke a word.

Akko could now actually hear her heart start to crack, ready to shatter. The universe sure could be cruel sometime-

The sunset sky sure looked lovely from where Akko was laying on the ground, tackled by a Diana who now sobbed heavily into her robe.

“B-by gods, Akko… Akko. Akko.” Diana chanted, over and over and over again. “Akko. Akko. Akko. Atsuko. Kagari Atsuko. My Akko.” She cried into the crook of Akko’s neck, placing kisses along that curve and up to her cheek,

Adjusting herself so that she was comfortably atop Akko, she cupped both the brunette’s cheeks, looking into her eyes as if she were confirming this to not be a dream.

Akko felt her eyes water again, the shock of the sudden attack fading away as it all begun to sink.

That Diana remembered.

That they both did.

As though she had found it, Diana’s face lit up into the biggest smile as she leaned down to plant a kiss on Akko’s lips for as long as she could, like she was afraid Akko would disappear again at any minute.

They both laughed through the tears and the kisses, Akko carefully sitting them up with Diana situated on her lap.

Having run out of air, they parted, Akko immediately grabbing both of Diana’s hands and planted kissed on them,

Diana felt her stomach flutter at the familiar gesture, bringing her hands up to brush the sides of Akko’s face, her bangs and hair, and play with her eats that were warm at the tips.

“I’ve missed you.” Diana whispered.

The floodgates opened once more and Akko cried the most she had in this lifetime.

Cradling Diana close to her chest. Showering her lover with her own affections and completely forgetting about her home, Akko just reveled in the miracle that they had acquired, happy beyong measure.

“I’ve finally found you again.” She told Diana, tightening her arms around her as she felt Diana do the same.

Akko smiled even wider-if it was possible as she continued her statement.

“I love you.” She whispered with Diana whispering it back. “And this time, I’ll never lose you. Ever again.” Akko promised, and Diana nodded, wrapped in euphoria and Akko’s arms.

“Never again.”

A/N: I rushed this already, I’m sorry. ;-;. See you last 2 chaps!

~Shintori Khazumi

#diakkoweek #i'm not early #i know #diakko #dianakko week 2021 #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #fanfic

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untilmynextstory · 2 years

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What’s Happening and What’s Going On

I haven’t done one of these in a while. But it’s been a while and since I’m not the most socially active writer, I thought I should give you guys an update on what’s going on writing-wise.

First, I think it can be said life is kicking me in the balls when it comes to my free time. It is extremely limited and I feel I have no free time to myself anymore. But I haven’t abandoned anything its just between work and life obligations, it cuts into the time I would usually keep for writing.

Not to say that I am not working on anything as in my downtime at work (since unfortunately, they have forced us in the office) I have been making outlines for potential stories.

So these are the stories based on fandom that I have stories planned as of now. Things change and all that but this list seems the most solid. Also, I plan to post individual stories that are not going to have any sequels first.

Call of Duty - As a way to strengthen the club’s relationship with the IRA, Jax is forced to marry Nora O'Phelan, the daughter of Galen O'Shay.

SONS OF ANARCHY:

(After The Fallout is done and posted)

Glass House - Sequel to Tribulation. Tragedy strikes Charming bringing in many questions regarding the MCs place within their small town. With the club being put on trial, the Teller family realize that it’s not only the government trying to tear their family apart.

Still Water - AU. Jax Teller loves his life on the beach of the Bahamas and searching for treasures with his girlfriend, Halle. While on a diving trip, the last thing Jax and Halle expect to see below the shark-infested waters is a legendary pirate ship rumored to contain millions of dollars in gold. But their good fortune is short-lived, as word gets out of what they have uncovered.

It Was Good Until It Wasn’t - Jax Teller finds himself getting entangled with Mya Padilla. This will be part of a trilogy.

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Rewrites, maybe?: Old Bones, The Unknown - I feel there are certain plot points that could be stronger.

Old Bones I want to clean up and maybe while doing that I may continue it.

And The Unknown, I want to change things a bit and explore Alma more and really use the album Lemonade as more inspiration.

Remember, sometimes, in Your Foolish Days - Tommy meets a nurse during his time in WWI.

Eye of the Storm - The sequels: Shifting Sands and Warm Water. The plan is to be canon-compliant/ adjacent up to season 4.

TRUE BLOOD:

All About the Blood - When Godric goes missing, Selene reaches out to his progeny, Eric Northman. The reunion between the two is far from happy. I’ve been debating on this story or what I want to do, I keep going back and forth on the starting point from either seasons 1 or 2. Yet, it seems season 2 always wins, but as of now this current form wins and so far a sequel seems imminent as Selene’s backstory was strongly influenced by Season 3, hence why I can’t decide where to start this story when I go to work on it. If anyone is a True Blood fan, I may appreciate someone to spitball an idea back and forth.

SUPERNATURAL:

Fell on Black Days - The End AU. It was always the wrong time, the wrong place. Who knew the apocalypse may have been the right time, right place. Dean x Jo.

Of Blood and Bone series - All We Know Is Falling and The Peace of Wild Things. Dean is going through the motions after stopping the Apocalypse. After a hunt goes wrong, he only has one place to go to lick his wounds and he is sure she won’t be happy to see him. Dean x Jo.

He’s My Brother - Snapshots of the moments we don’t see between Dean and Sam.

Born Under a Bad Sign - Snapshots of Jo’s beginning as a hunter.

Tell The Bees That I Am Gone - Dean x OC story that will be canon compliant/adjacent from pre-series to season 5.

So these are the current stories that I am committed to at the moment. I don’t think any of these will change. Maybe some will be added if anything lol. However, as stated once the Fallout is done. I will probably focus on the stories I know I don’t plan sequels to and I don’t have an order of which fandom will be first. Sons will always be a priority, but I have to follow the inspiration lol.

As always thank you guys for reading and giving me feedback on all my stories!

- T.

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 4 years

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you’re always right (ransom drysdale x reader)

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summary: Y/N’s a self-made woman and Ransom somehow convinces her to play his girlfriend for one night.

word count: 3061

warnings: mentions of alcohol, misogynistic comments, swearing (duh it’s ransom), ransom being kinda OOC n this not being proofread (oh god)

prompts: 11. "We're not done yet." & 5. Pretending to date.

A/N: Yes this is my first time writing about ransom, but what better way to do it than through @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817‘s August writing challenge (advanced happy birthday y’alls)

“Oh, come on, y/n! You owe me after that time I pretended to be your boyfriend at that nightclub,” Ransom huffed, pulling an eye roll from the h/c-haired girl.

“That was different! I didn’t introduce you to my family, I made you help me get rid of a chatty creep,” y/n pointed out, also earning an eye roll from Ransom.

“Yeah, but you owe me! I didn’t get laid that night because every other girl in the club knew I was your boyfriend,” Ransom pleaded. He really wanted y/n to be there to help him smite the rest of his family.

“What are you trying to prove to your whack-job of a family, huh? And why do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend; I’m sure introducing a friend to them would come as a shock to them anyways,” y/n chuckled, earning a scoff from Ransom.

“Because they think I have commitment issues. If I tell them I’ve had a steady girlfriend for a whole damn year, and that you’re not just some sort of bimbo, they’ll lose their shit!” Ransom exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the faces of shock that would be painted on his family’s face.

“If I do this, I get to borrow that sweater you love so much any time I want to,” Y/N smirked proudly. Ransom’s eyed narrowed, barely recalling the last time Y/N got her hands on his beloved sweater.

“Why do you need my sweater? You’ve got the money to get yourself your own sweater for fuck’s sake!” Ransom huffed in annoyance.

“Because I know for a damn fact that you’ve had that sweater since we were in college together. It’s worn out and it’s cozy so I want it,” y/n pointed out, pulling a groan from Ransom. For years, y/n’s been his only friend as he was hers. He knew that if she wanted something, she was getting it one way or another.

“Fine. I’m picking you up at 7 on Friday. If you aren’t dressed by then, I’m ditching you,” Ransom scoffed, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

“We both know you can’t just ditch me, Drysdale. We both know you intend to fuck with your family by having me show up with you,” y/n chuckled, downing a shot.

“I hate that you’re always so fucking right, l/n. Jesus, you know me better than my shit-eating family does,” Random chuckled. y/n and Ransom had that dynamic between them ever since they met at that frat party in college. They were both intelligent in their own right, but whenever they were around each other, that intelligence went to shit while they drank together in whatever run-down bar they could find.

“Shouldn’t we come up with a backstory real quick before we get piss drunk?” y/n suggested, stirring the clear liquid in her glass.

“We could stick to the ‘we met in college’ bit, but we should cut out the part where we stayed friends. There is no way in hell they’re finding out about half the shit we’ve been through. We met again last year, in a bar like this, and it was love at first sight then—” Ransom went on, only to be cut off by y/n.

“They won’t believe that shit, Drysdale. Who the fuck would think you’d believe in ‘love at first sight’? Tell them you saw me, didn’t recognize me, you wanted to bang me, but then I invited you out for food then you took me to your place, but since we were piss drunk, we didn’t fuck. It was then you realized you knew me and that I was the CEO of L/N Motors and you tried using the fact that we slept together to get a job for once,” y/n winked, downing down another shot of tequila.

“How’d we start the dating part?” Ransom’s brows furrowed in confusion, a small nod of acceptance to her previous input pulling along.

“That part is up to you, Drysdale,” y/n shrugged.

“Well, I started working for your company after you gave me a job remembering how much of a smart asshole I was in college and decided I’d be a good assistant to help with your schedule. I ended up inviting you out for dinner and we talked and we hit it off,” Ransom finished the story, smirking proudly.

“I like how in this lovely made up story of ours, you got a job,” y/n giggled, clinking her glass against Ransom’s bottle before downing down her fourth—well, she wasn’t so sure of that—shot of the night.

Four days after that night in the bar, y/n found herself in her bedroom scrambling to find the perfect dress to show the Thrombey-Drysdale clan that she was one hell of a woman. After years of Ransom’s complaining about his family, it was embedded in y/n’s mind how much he hated his family. She hated her own the same way, after all.

As she struggled to clasp her necklace around her neck, a knock came at the door. She groaned, pulling small chain off her neck and bolting to the door. She swung the door open to reveal Ransom Drysdale, an annoyed expression on his face as usual.

“You ready?” Ransom raised a brow, taking in y/n’s appearance.

“Wait let me get my purse,” y/n rushed around her spacious apartment in search of her purse.

“You mean this one?” Ransom questioned, an annoyed expression painted on his face as he pulled y/n’s beige purse off her coat rack. y/n nodded, snatching her purse away and stashing her necklace in it.

She nodded to Ransom, a motion they both knew meant they were ready to go, and she twisted her keys through the door, locking it. In a comfortable silence, they took the elevator down to the parking basement and getting into Ransom’s beloved beamer and riding off in silence.

“God, how the fuck does your car not have a light?” Y/N cursed, reaching on the roof of the car in search for a light.

“I don’t kno—oh wait, it’s because I don’t fucking need one,” Ransom smiled, satisfied with his own answer. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed; this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a halt and y/n pushed the car door open, and getting off, her boots sinking into the mud. Ransom wordlessly led y/n to the front porch and knocked on the tall wooden door, his brows furrowing as he watched her struggle to clasp her necklace.

“Jesus, it can’t be that hard,” Ransom scoffed, taking the clasps of the necklace in his own hands and locking them together.

“Ransom, I see you brought a friend,” a woman commented as the door swung open. Ransom released the chain, letting it hang off y/n’s neck, and nodded quietly before speaking.

“I did tell you I was bringing someone this time, didn’t I?” Ransom rolled his eyes in annoyance as he moved past Linda and walked y/n into the house.

“Well, aren’t you even going to introduce us?” Linda raised a brow, her gaze moving from Ransom to y/n.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Ransom casually shrugged, earning a loud fit of laughter from Walt. Ransom turned to him with a harsh glare, warning Walt to watch his next words. Ignoring Ransom’s glare, Walt spoke.

“Oh great, another fling,” Walt rolled his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t aware flings often lasted a year,” y/n feigned shock before facing her boyfriend, “Do flings usually last this long?”

“I don’t think so, no,” Ransom smirked, watching the expressions of shock forming on his family’s face.

“Bullshit. Ransom can’t keep a girl for shit,” Jacob scoffed at the sight of Ransom’s hand wrapped around y/n’s, “You must be pretty stupid to have stuck around this long.”

“I like to think of myself as an intelligent woman. I mean seriously; millionaire at twenty-five, the cover of Forbes at twenty-eight, and skyscrapers with my name engraved onto them,” y/n smirked to herself, listing all her favorite accolades.

“y/n? y/n l/n the CEO of l/n motors? I wrote a research paper about you one time in class!” Meg exclaimed, staring at y/n in awe.

“If she’s so great, why’s she with Ransom of all people?” Jacob rolled his eyes at Meg’s excitement.

“Why not?” y/n shrugged, leaning against Ransom’s shoulder. This was a show they were both putting on and they were selling it.

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed or anything but Ransom is a trust fund brat,” Walt spat, almost chuckling at the sight of y/n’s “cluelessness”.

“Yes, and? Walt, buddy, please don’t question my decisions,” y/n chuckled before a stern image found its way to her face.

“You run l/n motors, right? When did your dad decide to step down as CEO?” Richard questioned, a condescending look on his face.

“I built the company from the ground up, Mr. Drysdale,” y/n chuckled, shaking her head. Damn, Ransom was right. His family was already getting onto her nerves.

“That’s impossible. Women don’t work with cars, kid. Come on, did your dad build the company up from the ground and hand everything to you?” Richard raised a brow, as if to pull an answer from y/n.

“My dad was a mechanic. I went to college with Ransom, then I went to business school to work on my career,” y/n admitted, her grip tightening on Ransom’s hand. He stroked his thumb over her fist; one of the ways he knew he could keep y/n from snapping at his family—not that he would’ve cared, though.

“Alright, that’s it, enough with the questions. y/n runs her company the way she wants to and that’s what makes her successful. If you have anything to say about that, you can eat shit,” Ransom smiled, dragging y/n away from the door and into the dining area where Harlan seemed to be waiting for them.

“Ransom, when you told us you were bringing someone, I didn’t think you’d follow through,” Harlan chuckled, motioning for Ransom and y/n to take a seat at the table.

“Well, surprise?” Ransom shrugged, taking his seat near Harlan and letting y/n take the seat next to him.

“And you aren’t even going to introduce her?” Harlan raised a brow at Ransom.

“Grandad, this is y/n l/n. y/n, this is my grandad,” Ransom deadpanned as y/n smiled warmly, holding her hand out for Harlan to shake. Harlan smiled; at least Ransom was in good hands, that was for sure.

“How’d you meet Ransom?” Harlan questioned.

“The first time or the time that led to us actually dating?” y/n raised a brow as she questioned Harlan. He chuckled, not expecting there to be more to the story then ‘we met in a bar and I wanted to tap that’ like how Ransom’s usual stories of his conquests went.

“I think it would be wise to tell me about the first time you met. I want to see if I could predict what happened next,” Harlan requested, earning a nod from y/n before she began explaining the messy story of how her path crossed that od Ransom Drysdale’s.

“We had a class together in college. His ass acted like he knew everything about the subject when in reality, he knew absolutely nothing. We were seatmates and he tried bribing me for the answers to a test. I didn’t give him the answers but he did end up inviting me to this frat party, it sucked, but there was booze so it was tolerable. I never saw Ransom again until a year ago,” y/n chuckled, easily slipping in a lie or two into her story.

“And I’m guessing you had a college reunion last year?” Harlan raised a brow, facing Ransom.

“Reunion’s in three months, actually,” Ransom shook his head, smirking as Harlan’s brows furrowed in concentration. Finally, he found another way to challenge his grandfather besides playing Go.

“Mutual friends?” Harlan inquired. Ransom chuckled to himself knowing he and y/n didn’t have any other friends besides each other.

“Try again. This time, think about the most Ransom thing you can,” Ransom urged on, pulling a chuckle from y/n. The most “Ransom” thing she can’t think of wasn’t exactly something she wanted to discuss with Ransom’s grandfather.

“I hate to say this, but are you an adult entertainer?” Harlan’s brows furrowed. y/n, ignoring the fact that Harlan thought she was an adult entertainer, broke out in a fit of laughter which left her wheezing.

“That’s a little too Ransom, Mr. Thrombey,” y/n chuckled.

“Well, how exactly did you reunite?” Harlan questioned.

“She was hot, I wanted to bang her, we were piss drunk, so we went out for food first. By the time we got to my place, we just passed out,” Ransom chuckled, his fingers intertwining with y/n’s.

“And there’s the Ransom I know,” Harlan rolled his eyes jokingly, chuckling at Ransom’s story.

“Well, I bet there’s something I’m going to tell you that you weren’t expecting from me,” Ransom smirked, getting ready to break the news of his ‘job’ to Harlan.

“More surprises? You’ve changed since the last time I’ve seen you,” Harlan chuckled proudly. He didn’t expect Ransom to go through much change since the last time he’d seen him. The news of Ransom’s relationship was definitely a welcome surprise.

“I got a job at y/n’s company. Figured I couldn’t keep riding off your name. Not anymore,” Ransom smiled. A little part of him regretted lying to his grandfather upon seeing the proud expression on Harlan’s face. He expected his family to be shocked by the news, yes, but he didn’t quite expect Harlan to be as proud as he was.

“Finally, someone’s making something of their life without me. I’m proud of you, Ransom,” Harlan smiled, patting Ransom on the back. y/n felt Ransom’s hand squeeze hers a little tighter; she knew he wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention from Harlan. Most of the time, the pair only ever argued with each other.

“Yeah. Making something of myself like you would’ve wanted me to do,” Ransom smiled nervously. y/n noticed the look of uneasiness on his face and knew she had to do something.

“Ransom, I’m kind of hungry, can you go with me to get some food?” y/n questioned, earning a look of relief from Ransom. Shockingly, he didn’t know how much more of Harlan’s undeserved praise he could take.

“Thanks for that,” Ransom whispered as they walked on over to the table where all the food was being served.

“Maybe you should get an actual job. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as bad as you’re feeling right now, Drysdale,” y/n chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“As if you’d actually trust me enough to keep a position in your company. I know how you get when it comes to your company. You’re a stone-cold bitch,” Ransom chuckled, remembering the one time he decided to drop by y/n’s office for a visit; there was a lot of screaming.

“At least being a bitch gets me places with my business. Where’s your bitchiness taking you, Drysdale?” y/n raised a brow at him.

“It got me you, didn’t it?” Ransom’s tone softened, making it clear that this conversation they were about to have was different from their usual bickering.

“I know I’m the best person in your life, but you’ve got to admit that bar was pretty low,” y/n chuckled nervously, averting her gaze. As much as y/n didn’t want t admit it, Ransom’s little comment made her heart flutter, but she knew flirtatious comments were something that came naturally to the playboy.

“But not everyone has someone who makes them want to be a better person,” Ransom smiled, his blue eyes piercing into y/n’s e/c ones.

“I make you want to be better?” y/n’s eyes widened at his confession. In all the years she’d known Ransom, she didn’t expect him to say that somebody made him want to do better.

“Well, yeah, you’re this amazing successful woman who worked for everything she has, while I’m a fucking sleaze. I realized I need to make a change in my life to even be worthy enough to be in your presence. I even began writing my first book,” Ransom admitted shyly, running a hand through his hair.

“You don’t have to do anything to be worthy of my presence. I know I’m amazing, but you don’t have to live up to anything, Ransom,” y/n smiled warmly.

“y/n it’s not just that. I like you. A damn lot, and that thought terrifies me because we both know damn well that you deserve better,” Ransom exhaled, his words hitting y/n hard.

“Can we not talk about this here? We can talk on the way home or something, just not now and not here,” y/n shook her head, her voice shaky. For the longest time, she harbored feelings for Ransom; she was caught by surprise when she was told those feelings were reciprocated.

“We’re not done yet. We’re going to talk about this, and we’re going to talk about this now,” Ransom growled, his hand still holding onto y/n’s.

“Ransom, please. This? It’s all shocking to me. We’re supposed to be this perfect couple, Ransom. I know how important this is to you,” y/n frowned.

“We can still be the couple, but for real this time. Yes, putting on this front for my family’s important, but this,” he stopped to motion between them, “is more important to me than everyone else in this bullshit house.”

“Ransom—”

“y/n please, I need to know how you feel. Right here, right now,” Ransom pleaded.

“I like you, okay? I like you a shit ton and it fucking scares me because I don’t want to lose you in my fucking life, Ransom,” y/n admitted, her hands shaking. The expression of nervousness on Ransom’s face changed to that of shock. He wasn’t exactly expecting that reaction from y/n.

He shook off that feeling of shock and wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame. She immediately melted into his touch and that’s how they stayed for a moment.

“I can’t believe you even doubted their relationship, Walt. Just look at how sweet those two are,” Joni’s voice came from behind them and y/n chuckled into Ransom’s sweater, holding onto him closely.

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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Good Head

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,039

Warnings: smut! 18+ at the end! pls u must b grown to read sorry

A/N: we all kno bucky is generous

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Relationships are a strange thing, you come to learn. Your modern-day education started with a night with Sharon. The boys were on a mission and it was just you and her at the tower. Which has happened before, but the two of you usually kept to yourselves. Neither of you have anything against the other, but it was just how it worked.

Until one night, Sharon showed up to your room with a bag of snacks and another bag of nail polishes.

So, as the two of you sat on your floor, her toes in your hand and yours in hers, you have to ask,

“Sharon, not that I’m not enjoying myself, but why are you here?”

She proceeds to explain to you that her and her boyfriend had broken and the list of things he did to her. You listen intently, you’ve always been a good listener, but you also can’t necessarily relate to her experience.

You never had that shitty ex-boyfriend or unrequited love - most of your experiences with men came from time you served as a Marine or your time kidnapped under HYDRA. Which, both are too heavy of topics to share with Sharon, especially in regards to some guy who cheated on her.

But, you suspect you’re doing a good job when Sharon tells you, “Thank you for just being here for me, you’re a really good friend and a great listener.”

So you keep listening.

Until one thing specifically catches your attention.

“He didn’t even give good head.”

“Huh?”

Sharon’s expression drops, “Don’t tell me… You’ve never…? Not even once?”

You get shy on her, not meeting her eyes, just focusing on painting the purple color onto her toenails.

The conversation eventually switches to other topics as the two of you enjoy your impromptu sleepover together. But the thought of “good head” stays in your head until you see Bucky again.

…

It’s the day after he gets back. He snuck into your room after phoning Sam and telling him he’d be at the tower in an hour. He had to give his girl a proper greeting first, of course.

The two of you kiss on your bed, your sheets soft under Bucky’s hand as he hovers above you. His tongue slips into your mouth and explores while your hands do some exploring of their own through his hair.

He pulls away from your lips with a wet sound before attaching his lips to your neck, trailing up and down from behind your ear to the curve of your shoulder. While his metal hand holds him up, he slips his hand under your shirt and palms your breast.

This is about as far as the two of you have gotten. Bucky never wanted to push you too far; he never wanted you to feel like you had to do something to please him or do anything that would’ve made you uncomfortable just for him. Not that he’s complaining about kissing you and touching your boobs.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Mhm,” He hums, and pulls away from your neck to kiss you on the mouth again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Doll, you could ask me to bring you the moon right now and I’d go out looking for a space suit.” He pants.

“Have you ever given head?”

Not the question he was expecting.

“I… have.” He straddles you to give his arms a break and to sit back a bit to look at you. He can tell you’ve gotten shy in the last ten seconds, so he wants to give you space to feel comfortable.

“Do you like it?”

“I do? Where is this coming from?” He asks.

“Well… I’ve never done it before. Received it, I mean.” You respond timidly.

“Would you like to?”

You glance at him with slightly widened eyes, as though you weren’t expecting him to be so… eager.

“You know you don’t have to be nervous around me, right?” Bucky whispers to you, wanting you to feel comfortable enough around him to tell him what you want and don’t want.

You give a nod before letting out a small sigh, “Yes, Bucky.”

Bucky does love to tease, though, “Yes… what?”

“Yes, I want you to eat me out!” You huff.

“I think I’m gonna need to hear the P-word, doll.”

“...Pussy?”

“No, you sailor, I meant please. Though pussy is a very fitting word for the occasion,” Bucky trails off, before lifting your shirt up to your ribs and places his lips down your belly.

Anticipation builds in your tummy, seeing Bucky kiss is way down to where your legs meet your body.

“I just, uhm, I don’t know, I thought I’d, uh, tell you before you, uh, sense my inexperience for yourself,” You begin to ramble, as Bucky finally reaches the band of your underwear.

You get goosebumps as he slowly peels them from your legs, gently resting his hands on your thighs to spread them apart, shamelessly staring in between your legs.

Bucky’s always loved girls. Women. And their... parts. And he’s enamored of the sight of you, so wet, and he gets an ego boost knowing you’re wet and you’re horny for him and him only.

You continue your rambling as Bucky resumes kissing your stomach, “So, yeah, sorry if I’m not, like, I don’t know - Oh my god.”

Your thoughtless words are cut off by a moan as Bucky finally licks between your thighs.

“Oh, wow.” You continue, not even knowing your voice could moan out like that, sultry and desperate sounding. And it’s hot.

“Good?” Bucky checks.

“Oh, yes. Really, very good. Really, really good.”

Continued wow’s and oh’s and oh, yes please’s and don’t stop’s exit your mouth as Bucky kitten licks you, his warm and wet tongue lapping at your center until drips of saliva coat your lips. A loud Holy shit! a result from him sucking gently at your clit, has to be among his favorite responses.

Your fingers find a comfortable place in his hair as his hands find a comfortable place on your hips so the two of you can hold each other in place.

That night, your curiosity is finally appeased and Bucky has the meal of a lifetime.

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baranedizille · 4 years

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could you recomend favorite dn fanfiction? i love you those who stand fanart and started to read it thnks to you, but it's so long i need warm ups lol

Ohohoh. First of all, thank you, I'm glad you started reading the monster because of my art. Khem-khem, so....

Fanfiction rec list

(it’s all lawlight, sry)

⚫ means multichaptered

⚫ Iridescence by raisuki on ao3. + a oneshot Radiance

Rating: Mature

This is my favourite-favourite one, really. I can’t express how much I love it, just read it!!! Beware: angsty and hopeless.

⚪ You are a wasp nest by raisuki on ao3

Rating: Mature

Blind!Light, college au, kinda fluff.

⚪ Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies by Hedonistic Opportunist on fanfiction net

Rating: Mature

It’s angst and hurts but really worth to read.

⚪ Sugar and pumpkin spice by deleted acc on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Very fluff very nice very ahhh, coffee shop au with Light as barrista and L as his annoying client.

⚪ Shame is pride's cloak by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Submissive L and Light who took Watari’s (who’s dead oops) role to look after L. And well, he’s pretty good at it, you kno.

⚪ By night we go naked, by day we go blind by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Just a really good smut (as any smut by the author). Written for a kink meme, prompt was: sensory deprivation.

⚪ See me by Shadow_of_Quill on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Innocent!Light and open ending (quite happy!).

⚫ Seeking his hand (unfinished) by magic__mind on ao3

Rating: Explicit (actually there’s really little of explicit content, because yeah, it’s unfinished)

“A historical regency-esque romance AU in which L seeks Light's hand in marriage”. It’s pretty ooc as you may suppose, but ah, anyway, this one is really good!

⚪ Sola Fide by Serria on ao3

Rating: Mature

The first fic I read in dn fandom and let me say, it raised the bar of quality very high. Misora gives L the lead he needs so he captures Light and tortues him to find the truth. Open end.

⚫ The Lies of Light Yagami by kildeer on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Additional pairings: Light/Mikami, Light/Takada

Light wants to make L love him so he can destroy him by that, I’m not going to say more, just read it. Really good and angst.

⚫ The Life and Time of Genius Detective L Lawliet & Repentant Murderer Light Yagami by Devilinthebox on ao3 + a collection of drabbles Photographs

Rating: Mature

A tag: It's a fic about a fictional biography about two fictional douchebags, - so that’s it. Light is without his memories of being Kira and given the second chance by L. Also they’re in love and travelling. Really worth to read + sad ending hemh

⚫ Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by Devilinthebox on ao3

Rating: Mature

Additional pairings: B/Misora, one-sided Mello/L

“L. Lawliet is a gifted photographer who believes he has understood the light and its secrets. Light Yagami is a young, unstable and slightly crooked model. Together, they kill time”. Really good and, wow, happy ending!!

⚪ A Kiss For Christmas by Rachello344 on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

Very nice one, college!au. L, Light’s roommate is invited to spend Xmass hollidays at Yagamis.

⚪ Buried Alive by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

“ post-apocalypse AU where L is subtly implied to be a doomsday prepper, Light does small gardening+cooking, and they watch a VHS of Murder She Wrote”. It was a real gift to me to find it, post-apoc au and Lawlight isolated together ohmygod.

⚪ Tell me I’m good by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

“L recieves a drunk call from light who is hiding in the bathroom at a party”. Reeeeeally atmospheric, just read it, I’m not going to explain, it’s not just another smut.

⚫ Hand in unlovable hand by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Trans!Light, a collection of drabbles nsfw and not. I love James’ writing what else to say.

⚪ In your shoes by avoidfilledwithcelluloid on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Warning!professor/student. “After L sees his student/paramour Light step in mud, he rushes to give him the shoes off his own feet“. Really nice one.

⚪ Special credits by Serahne on ao3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Professor and student but without any warning. More humorous than shippy, Light is an overconfident student and L is an asshole professor.

⚪ Love is War by Zara_Zara on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

School au and oh so sweet. “This is secretly a 4 + 1 fic in which Light and L almost confess plus the one time they did”.

⚪ Is that my shirt? by Zara_Zara on ao3

Rating: General Audiences

As you can gues hehe, they steal each other’s clothes, oh dorks.

⚪ A Tithe to Hell by Aja on ao3 (one chapter but long so it’s actually ⚫)

Rating: Explicit

Kind of classic and for a reason. The middle of it is kinda crazy but ok hahah, I just warned you. “Light has thirteen days to find out how it will feel--not just to kill, but to destroy”.

⚫ Nights by youremyqueen on ao3

Rating: Explicit

Additional pairings: L/Aiber, L/B, Light/Misa

Another classic. I’m going to be honest, I read it really briefly hhahah. I can say though, it’s reaaaally well written and lawlight is very good in it. Totally would recommend it to L stans.

⚪ (x) ao3 profile is inkfeathers

Rating: General Audiences

I’m a sucker for hogwarts au and this one is soooo good, Light and L are students.

⚪ Groundstroke by VerdePradera on ao3

Rating: Mature

L and Light are professional tennis players, and Light isn’t going to come out of closet and L is upset and I love the fic really much.

Addition how could I forget it wtf

⚫ Coexistence is boredom (unfinished) by Sakurazukamori6 on fanfiction net

Rating: Mature

Golden classic. “This story takes place after Raito gets his memories back, but for the mere sake of fun, L leaves the handcuffs on for a big longer". Just fucking good, ok?

#lawlight #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation #death note #ask #anonymous

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they-call-me-megs · 4 years

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Strangers - MLQC - Kiro x MC

I don’t know if you’re at all like me, but when I saw Kiro in the latest preview for the upcoming CN chapters on MLQC, I FELT THINGS. He was giving serious Daddy vibes and I. am. not. mad. about. it.

So I felt inspired by it and some dance music I happened to be listening to at the time. I’m certainly not a Kiro stan, but he’s really been growing on me lately.

Warnings: NSFW(18+) smut

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Dating a superstar wasn’t for the faint of heart. While there were times it had its perks, it typically meant you couldn’t have a regular date night. There weren’t casual dinners out. You couldn’t go dancing together on a whim or at any club. There was no going to get drinks at the bar together without someone inevitably coming up to talk to him. Kiro was always gracious--taking pictures, signing autographs, overall just being his kind and charming self. That didn’t change the fact that sometimes you just wish you could go out without someone bothering the two of you.

When a new exclusive club opened up downtown, it felt like you might get the chance for a night of fun and dancing that you’d both been wanting for so long. VIP access. Heavy security. It was advertised as a place for celebrities and elites to let go without the fear of a watching public eye.

“Weeeellll? What do you think? Wanna check it out?” Kiro asked, giving you suggestive eyes and a sly smile. How could you say no to that face?

“It would be nice to actually be in public with you and feel like we could let loose. Plus, you know I’m always a fan of dancing with you.” You gave him a little bump with your hip and a smile back.

Kiro grabbed you by the hips, pulled you towards him and brought his lips to your ear. “Wanna spice it up a little bit?”

“What’re you thinking?” you asked with an eyebrow raised questioningly.

“I don’t know...maybe we meet there as strangers. I look down at the bar and see a mysterious and sexy woman that I just can’t seem to take my eyes off. Well--I guess that’s not much different than I already feel when I look at you, but could be fun, yeah?” he said, sticking his tongue out slightly and giving you a quick wink.

You gave him a smirk and tried to hide your blush before responding. “Ohhh….doing some roleplaying, huh? I could maybe be into that. If you’ll call and get us on the list, we can work out the details. For now, though,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your face to his, “you’re no stranger and I’d very much like to be known by you, if you know what I mean.” With a light kiss, you led him to your bedroom.

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For the night of your date, you decided to buy a new dress and some new heels. If you were really going to play the part of a stranger, then you obviously had to have a dress Kiro had never seen before. You went with a burgundy lip to match your burgundy satin slip dress that fell over your chest showing just enough to give a tease while still leaving something to the imagination. You looked like a fine glass of wine and couldn’t wait to see Kiro’s reaction.

The plan was for you to arrive before Kiro. You checked in with the bumper at the door and went inside to find a seat at the bar and get comfortable while you waited. There was something exhilarating about not knowing what the evening would be like. You ordered yourself a whiskey dry and tried to calm the little bit of nerves that you had. It wasn’t long before the bartender came up to you with a second glass that you never ordered. “Compliments of the man down the way,” he said, pointing his head towards a blonde man that looked at you with a sly smirk and gave a quick wink. The nerves you had shaken before ramped back up into a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. He was wearing fitted black pants with a black button up shirt that was undone just enough to show the top of his chest. He had a navy blazer jacket on top, making him look older than he typically looked. He wasn’t dressed like a fun-loving guy. He was dressed like a man. You gave him a small wave of acknowledgment and thanks for the drink before downing your first and picking up the second. You saw someone approach Kiro and start to chat him up. She looked familiar--you were fairly certain you had seen her in a magazine or two. While she at least wasn’t a fan bombarding him, it shouldn’t surprise you that someone would have their eyes on him. His aura was undeniable and he was sexy as hell. You knew you didn’t have anything to worry about with him--that didn’t stop you from wanting to up your game to make sure his eyes were only on you. Your favorite song had just come on, so finishing up your second whiskey, you set your glass down and moved to the dance floor.

Situating yourself in the middle of the dance and making sure you were still in eyesight of Kiro, you closed your eyes and let go, the two whiskeys lowering your inhibitions just enough to not be afraid to feel the music while you moved. You gave quick glances to him, still sitting at the bar and the same woman still talking to him. He had his body leaned back on the bar, arms outstretched and one hand swirling his glass around. While the woman’s attention was completely on him, his attention was completely on you. You made sure to give him a show that he wouldn’t be able to resist. His final breaking point was when a man approached you and tried to dance with you--he stood up and didn’t even acknowledge the woman talking to him as he left the bar and made a beeline for you. You turned towards the unknown man to tell him you weren’t interested when Kiro approached you from behind, whispering lightly in your ear, “Mind if I join you?”

You gave him a small nod over your shoulder and he brought his hands up to your waist, pulling your body flush to his. It was hard to tell where your body started and his body ended the way that he was grinding on you in sync with the music, and you could feel his hardness growing behind you. At the peak of the next song, he quickly flipped you around and brought your body back to his, moving his thigh between your legs as you continued to move to the music. He licked his lips before bringing them to your ear. You could feel his hot breath as he whispered, “God, the way you’re moving on me here makes me think I won’t be able to wait to get home to take you--I’d take you right here on the dance floor if I could.”

His voice made your response sound like a purr. “Mmmmm...awfully bold thing to say to a woman you just met.” He gave a soft chuckle and you found yourself nuzzling into the crook of his neck, still grinding together. “We probably couldn’t get away with it here, but I may have an idea, because I don’t think I can wait either,” you said back, giving the bottom of his ear a light bite.

Never would you have dared to have sex in such a public place, but the drinks had you feeling fearless and the way Kiro was moving on you and the way he growled in response had you ready to have him pound into you hard and fast. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bathrooms. You had stopped in when you first arrived to check your make-up and realized that they had private bathrooms that were nicer than your regular, gross club bathrooms (leave it to a VIP club to go above and beyond). You pulled him in with you and the moment the door was shut and locked, Kiro was on you, your body flush with the door, hands above your head being held by his. He began sucking on your neck, leaving a red mark before looking up at you to say, “I want to make sure everyone in this place knows you’re taken.” He continued his journey down to your chest and made quick work of the top of your dress before bringing his mouth to your peaked nipple, giving it a light suck before flicking it with his tongue. You tried to hold your moan in, but when Kiro dropped fully to his knees, you knew you were in trouble. He pushed your dress up and slid your panties to the side before sliding his tongue through your folds slowly, eyes up looking at you when you finally let your moan out. It was like his mouth was magic the way he worked your clit, bringing you to your climax in what felt like no time.

“Oh God, Kiro. I need more. I want more. Now.” Your voice was shaking as you let out your plea, still coming down from your high. He made quick work of his belt and undid his pants, wasting no time lifting you up, pressing your dress up a bit further, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Kiro’s strength was often underestimated--he was obviously slim and toned, it might be easy for someone to dismiss his ability. Only you got to see the full extent of his strength and stamina in moments like this--moments when his eyes went black with lust and he turned nearly primal. He slid his cock through your wet folds before sheathing himself in you with a quick push, your walls immediately clenching at the pressure.

“MC...Jesus. You...feel...so good. I...love the way...your pussy feels around...me.”

“I want more, Kiro. Harder. Don’t hold back,” you hissed through clenched teeth, still trying to keep your voice down.

“Then give me more. I want to hear you. All of it. Don’t hold back, baby.” He began thrusting harder, your back pushing more into the wall behind you, one hand wrapped around his neck while you used the other to try and hold yourself steady against the wall. Right when he hit you in your most sensitive spot and let out a loud moan, you heard a knock at the door. You looked at Kiro who didn’t let the disturbance keep him from sliding in and out of you.

“It’s...Oh...Ahhhh...occupied!” You tried to keep your voice steady in your response, but he was making that nearly impossible. He began thrusting harder and brought one hand between you to rub circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves and gave you a look that was dripping with desire and a smirk that told you he didn’t mind that someone was outside.

“Come for me, MC. And let them hear you.”

The person began knocking again as you were brought to orgasm again, the sound of your pleasure guttural, and most definitely heard on the outside of the door. A few more thrusts and Kiro found his release, riding it out while you came down, wrapping your arms around him.

Kiro sat you back down and held onto your arm, your legs feeling quite like jello. You brought your dress straps back over your shoulders and went to clean yourself up when Kiro stopped you.

“Leave it. I want them to smell it on you when we leave. I want every guy in this place to see you and wish that they could do with you what we just did.”

Was he trying to get you riled up for a round two before you’ve even left the bathroom? Because if he kept it up, it was definitely going to lead there. You shimmied the bottom of your dress back down and brought your arms back around his neck. You gave him a light kiss before bringing your lips down to his neck and started giving it a strong suck. He gripped your hips hard, groaning as he said, “Are you trying to kill me? I’m not sure the people outside can handle another round.”

You removed your lips from his neck with a pop, admiring the red mark you left behind, wiping your lip with your thumb. “I had to get even and make sure that everyone out there knows you’re spoken for as well.”

He gave your cheek a quick pinch before pulling you next to him, arm wrapped around your waist, and opening the door. You were met by the woman talking to Kiro earlier, eyes wide and mouth open.

“Sorry for jetting on the conversation earlier. I had someone I had to take care of. Have a good evening,” he told the woman before walking off and then whispering to you, “I know that we will.”

#mlqc #mlqc kiro #kiro #mlqc kiro x reader #hello daddy #i'll be your stranger anyday

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fmdjaewonarchive · 3 years

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event post time lets goooooo. as usual, under the cut there will be some general ideas for event, pls like this post or slide into my ims/dscrd if u wanna plot! i’m trying to be as detailed as possible but like, there is a lot going on, this list probs won’t be exhaustive. i’m also open to p much anything so pls don’t feel limited to any of these plots!! im down for anything!!! either way, continue below the cut if u wanna know more ab what my kids are getting up to (any dates that arent specified i just... didn’t decide on anything and am open to Absolutely anything):

JAEWON:

general: backstage at the concerts is v welcome for any of the days, just idk, hanging out, i’m tryna keep this v general. pros: jaewon is p proud for unity snatching one of the three closing performance slots, dimensions’ pride indeed. cons: he probably has his tits out, jaewon always has his tits out on stage, he rlly lives like this. anyone is allowed to feel whatever way he wants ab either of those two things.

dec 26: jaewon pulls a blue card cuz sexy pool montage of jaewon. ok im kidding (kinda). idk, kick his ass at games, team up w him to crush the competition, drown his stupid ass, literally anything.

dec 26: so SOMEONE learned his lesson from the halloween party, no alcohol at the ball for him. come clown him w/ memories of that night (he sure doesnt have any) or idk, try to talk him into drinking (he won’t)

dec 26: in general, i think jaewon might forego most of the party, just find a quiet spot to hang out, look at the sea or some fake deep shit. if anyone is feeling up to it come hang out w him and, idk, reflect on the past year. it’s a time for realizing stuff. (the muse in question would have to b somewhat close to jaewon for this but like im always down to plot that out!)

dec 27: idk, jaewon will probably forego most of the traveling and exploring, opt for a calm day on board instead, anything re: that is super welcome.

dec 28: jaewon ends up in team red for the day so like, kitchen antics w/ jaewon. he’s a surprisingly good cook (shoutout to grandma park, the real og, for kicking this idiot into the kitchen since a young age)

dec 30: jaewon pulls blue again and... you’d think he wouldn’t be as disgruntled about it? someone pls kick his shins till he accepts going to the spa isn’t such a bad thing sir just relax for one (1) day it will Not kill you

YUANJUN:

dec 26: yuanjun pulls a yellow card cuz dancing king xiao yuanjun sure as hell is fucking involved in this god damn flashmob sUE ME. local enthusiastic dance teacher, will annoy anyone who Doesn’t Want To Be There into having fun and partaking, cutely messing around w people who are having a good time anything you need him to!

dec 26: in their free time after that he’ll def drag someone along to come explore the ship with him so like!!! will they get lost? possibly, but it will be Fun

dec 26: someone decorate sugar cookies w him at the holiday ball pLEASE

dec 27: yuanjun is DEFINTELY exploring the hecc out of taipei, grab dinner w him, go late night shopping w him, sightseeing, ANYTHING

dec 28: he pulls yellow again so you know how it is, photo session at the zoo, you just know he’s going to vibing so hard taking pictures of animals. whether they succeed or not i’m not decided on, im down for either way tbh

29 dec: YUANJUNS BDAY BITCHESSSSSS. ill probs write up an open ab this, but he’s !!!! going to be so annoying the entire day, he WILL be acting like bc has organized this entire thing Just for his 21st bday and u can’t stop him (you can try tho, feel free to attempt and burst his bubble). again, i’ll do a general open for this but if anyone wants to do anything specific for his bday let me kno uwu

30 dec: this time he ends up w a red card and he will be whining and pouting about his, he rlly has to clean up? the day after his birthday? preposterous how dARE they

31 dec: firework go boom and yuanjun WILL be endlessly fascinated by it, idk man why do we let him look at dangerous explosive things. this isn’t an idea but? it could be? i think? idk man

MINAH:

general: someone that teams up w/ minah and makes a pact to try every restaurant on the ship at least once,,, good food is important okay

dec 26: minah pulls blue and... why do they expect her to play pool games? idk man she’s just going to be worried ab people cuz pls don’t drown children. also good luck if u are on a team w her for anything, you’ll probs lose

dec 26: someone,,, come make,,, gingerbread houses w minah,,, i just think it’d be neat,,, pls i need this

dec 26: minah will mourn not having like a classic christmas at home watching stupid movies and shit, someone that sets up some kind of small tradition w her at the ball to make up for it?

dec 28: minah pulls red and wow kitchen work w minah thats neat she knows how to cook this will be easy WRONG ur stuck w her and shes a huge control freak and will correct every little thing you do and jesus christ woman leave them ALONE they’re TRYING

dec 30: minah pulls red,,, again,,, and tbh this time she won’t be as annoying, just some therepeutic cleaning, if ur muse complains ab it tho she might lecture them. alternatively: ur muse pulled yellow and they think they’re being casual but minah calls them out cuz “hey i didnt see u around before have u been slacking???”

dec 31: minahs baby sister minji is attending the busan concert and minah will be over the moon about it, odds are she will chat ur muses’ ear off ab it backstage, sorry not sorry!

YENA:

general: first things first, yena doesn’t have a roommate yet so like,,, any female-presenting muses hit me UPPPP

general: yena will be complaining backstage at the concerts tbh, she’s tryna celebrate a vacation here why does she have to WORK, does anyone really care to see gal.actic perform anyway?

dec 26: yena pulls red and has to help decorating which honestly she’ll enjoy but i also just need someone to playfully fuck around w her cuz yena doesnt Do excessive labor and instead decorate her in tinsel instead because yes, yena IS the main attraction here thank you

dec 26: yena WILL spend most of the holiday ball in the indoor pool, chilling in a jacuzzi w a glass of champagne or smth, real hot girl shit, you know how it is

dec 28: lucky queen pulls blue which means she gets to go shopping, it also means she’s going to try and scam someone into spending their money on buying her pretty things, whether she’s succesful or not

dec 30: this time. yena is on team yellow and she ends up later tagging along to the spa day and tbh, id like to think she’d do a pretty convincing job at it, acting queen nam yena pop off

dec 31: if u think yena will see the new year sober ur WRONG and truly u should know better, if there is any night she goes stupid crazy its this night just saying

jan 1: god she’s going to complain the living FUCK outta the day cuz of that god damn fansign, in part cuz shes hangover and part cuz ew who even is a gal.actic stan in 2020. either join her in her complaining or lecture her ab being thankful for fans or smth!

#fmdcall #*:･ﾟ♛– «that's a long ass ride» // OOC.#//god this took so long to type up but we did it folks

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US - Heed The Signs (Part 7)

[Part 6]

“Papyrus? Can you hear me?”

“Are you listening?”

“We’re safe; we got help. You can really get better here, so…that means you can come out now. It’s time for you to wake up, okay?”

That was the last thing Papyrus wanted to hear. After what felt like centuries of white and hot and too much, the darkness that had enveloped him was so merciful, a true comfort. He didn’t want to be lured out of it now, no matter how sweet and hopeful that voice may sound.

His skull was heavy, a dull beat plodding behind his dark eye sockets, and his sensitive bones stung under the soft, meticulous touches mapping him. The touch was distant yet familiar; he couldn’t quite latch onto its source. Perhaps the hand and the whispers belonged to the same person?

“Please, I need you to wake up.”

I don’t want to, he wanted to throw back. He tried, in fact, but all he could muster was a slurred grumble. The waking world sounded like such a chore; he would be just as exhausted there as he was here in the black. Why did it matter? Just leave me alone.

His attempt to speak seemed to have the opposite effect; rather than pull away, the next touch was more forceful, gripping expectantly, eagerly, and the voice was so much closer.

“Papy?”

Well, there was only one person who called him that—and try as he might, he could never say no to him for long. Though his will and body continued to resist, his awareness stirred. His sockets felt sore and dry as pale eyelights sputtered on, peering blearily through the fog.

“Brother!” The stars that ignited in Blue’s eyes were dazzling as he dragged Papyrus upright into a near-strangling hug. “Bless you, you’re awake! I—I knew you could find your way back to us! I knew you could all along!”

Biting back a groan, Papyrus made an attempt to squirm and only managed a twitchy shudder. He hadn’t expected to sit up so fast; spots blinked across his field of vision. Jaw clenching where it was ineptly smushed against Blue’s shoulder, he heaved a sluggish, nauseated breath. His magic churned. He didn’t want to throw up on him again!

“S-Spinning…”

“This is wonderful! You’re sure to get better soon now! We’ll find out exactly what did this to you and there’s certain to be a cure. She’ll figure it out, she’s an adult so obviously she’s very wise and smart and she’s going to help and make everything alright again!”

“Sa-a-ans! Too loud, too much,” he whined, fingers awkwardly grabbing at the outline of Blue’s ribs to push him away. “M’tired…”

“And as soon as you’re back on your feet, we’ll—Oh. Oh.” Though he had wasted no time or effort pulling away from his resting place, Blue shifted with much more care when laying him back down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

If he was honest, Papyrus could have dropped back to sleep as soon as his skull found the pillows again, if it weren’t for the twinge of discomfort he felt when he noticed Blue’s smile wiped away. Sniffing, he curled deeper into the hammock and averted his eyes. By instinct he lifted his hands to his mouth, muffling a crackly cough before gnawing tiredly on the edges of his phalanges.

Blue seemed startled by the reappearance of the old self-soothing habit, opening his mouth to scold him and then thinking better of it. Instead he cleared his throat. “Papy, do you, um, remember what happened before? When we got here?”

“Uh-uh. When I try to think, s’all…” Squinting uncertainly, he muttered around a knucklebone. “…hot and fuzzy.”

Perhaps he didn’t want to remember. The nightmare of inky blackness he had was the last clear image in his mind, a dozen times sharper than anything that came before or after, and that was already disturbing enough. Still, it wasn’t comfortable having an empty gap in his time either. What had he missed?

“Nngh…m’head hurts.”

Taking up one of the sponges, Blue dunked it back in the bucket. Papyrus jerked on first contact but otherwise didn’t resist as his brother drizzled tepid water over the crown of his head. It was a relief against the heat that permeated him and made the hammock tacky against his spine.

Despite their close proximity Blue didn’t look at him directly, his gaze following the sponge’s course as if it was incredibly interesting. “I made it worse for you,” he murmured, any trace of his former joy fading. “I had no idea that cold baths were unhealthy for sick people! I put you in the river even when you said it was hurting you. Like needles, you said. Why didn’t I listen? Then I just let you keep walking.”

“Said I wanted to…”

“I should’ve said no! I didn’t know! I thought cos you said that, you were feeling stronger but I was…very wrong. When we got here, Papy, you fell.” The sponge juddered in his hand. “You fell on the ground and started shaking so badly and I couldn’t make it stop!”

“S-Shakin’?” Perhaps that was why he felt strangely bruised. Even as Blue explained it, however, no memory formed to follow.

“You were jerking your arms and legs everywhere, like you couldn’t control them anymore, and I couldn’t hold onto you. Apparently it was the fever trying to…escape your body? It was meant to help somehow and it probably won’t happen again. Stars, I hope not.

“I checked you a little while ago. The fit didn’t do anything to your HP but from the outside it looked horrible! I thought something awful was going to happen to you. I was so scared! And…And it’s all my fault for not keeping you in Waterfall to rest. And if resting didn’t help, we could have found someone there to help us, a doctor, someone. Instead it only went from bad to worse.”

Papyrus’ fingers stung as he bit down harder, guilt and misery flushing through him in a deep burn. “Sans.” His voice was small. “M’sorry…Please don’t be sad, okay? S’my fault. I was bad. I told you a lie.”

“You…What?”

“I didn’t wanna walk but I still said I did. I made you believe me. That’s why it got bad; s’my punishment for lying.”

“What?” he stammered again. “But why would you do that? You know lying is wrong!”

“I kno-o-ow! I just…” Don’t cry. “…didn’t wanna be too slow. You wanted t’get here really fast and I didn’t want you t’get mad that we stopped so long and…and maybe…”

“Leave you behind?” Papyrus shrank as Blue’s shoulders slumped in bewildered hurt. “But I already told you I wouldn’t, brother! I promised! Don’t you believe me?”

A whimper trickled from his throat before he could catch it, followed by a slew of hitched coughs. Blue winced as he bent over him to pat his back, shushing and soothing with meaningless syllables that made Papyrus’ head buzz.

“I’m messed up,” he croaked, barely intelligible behind his palms. “S-Something’s wrong with me…Why can’t I be strong like you are? If I was strong, I wouldn’t be scared so much! Why am I like this?!”

“I’m not sure,” Blue admitted haltingly. He wasn’t fond of making admissions like that in front of Papyrus; he shook his head against it, eye sockets narrowing. “But I don’t care either. Even though you’re fragile, there are still plenty of dazzling, magnificent things about you!”

“Uh-uh.”

“There is too! You’re my brother, after all, and that means you inherited some of my greatness! You’re good and kind and funny—when you’re not telling those knock-knock jokes—and you have the biggest soul in the whole Underground! You can sing, you’re good at hide-and-seek, you always find the most interesting river rocks, you learn numbers and sums in a snap…”

As he rambled on, Papyrus swallowed against a scratchy weight in his throat, peeking up through his fingers. Did he really mean those things or was he only making it up to be nice? That would be Blue all around; he was nice no matter what, even to his bad, weak brother.

“Someday I’ll come up with a list of a hundred things that are good about you!” Blue concluded determinedly. “And if there is something wrong with you, you can get better if you really try! I can help you—but only if you don’t lie to me. We can’t make it work if we don’t trust each other. You understand?”

“Yeah…M’sorry.”

“I forgive you. And I’ll make you my promise again. With both of us remembering it, it will be stronger this time.” Squeezing Papyrus’ shoulder, he enunciated clearly. “I, the great and magnificent Sans, solemnly swear that I will never, ever leave you. No matter what tries to get in our way—sicknesses, rivers, snowstorms, or heck, even one of those nasty humans in the old stories.”

Papyrus’ soul swelled with a low, achy warmth that he couldn’t properly put into words yet. “You’re so cool,” he whispered.

“Mweheh, I know. And if I’m going to teach you how to be half as cool as I am, we have to stick together.”

For the first time in days, Papyrus managed a weak but true smile as he reached out, strumming the strings of the intricate web forming the hammock. “Heh…Stick together. It's sticky…”

“Wha—?! Ugh, Papyrus, no! That’s even worse than a knock-knock joke!”

“Hehe…” The darkness was returning to creep up his back, still hot-and-cold yet softer than it had before. He had a brief moment to pluck the web one more time, making sure that his limbs were still under his control. No more shaking. “Don’t…get scared, m’kay? But I think m’gonna sleep some more…”

He drifted to the sound of Sans’ soft sigh. “Okay. Thank you for the warning this time.”

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