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#yes I am in fact Very Lonely thanks for noticing
misstycloud · 29 days
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How to stop your husband from being weird: situation one- digging in the middle of the night.
One of the things that I have noticed about my dear husband, Arlo (bless his soul), is the constant digging in our backyard; he leaves in the middle of the night and when I dare glance out the window, I see him. His back is always facing towards me, so I can’t get a good look at his face. He is a very expressive person and I can tell what he thinks from simply looking at his face, hence why this is somewhat concerning.
Had I known that my dearest would wake up during ungodly hours of the night, get dressed, fetch the garden tools from the shed, and then proceed to dig a massive hole, then maybe I would have hesitated to say ‘yes’. (Do not be worried, I love my husband deeply and this was just a little joke.)
Joke aside, it is still very annoying. Does he not know this will keep me awake too? I have work to do and I can’t keep on going if my sleep is this disturbed. I would have to be some sort of abomination- a vampire perhaps?
That is not all; I find dirt particles inside our house; I clean for nothing apparently.
I have tried bringing this up(somewhat hard to ask your spouse why they are leaving you all cold and lonely in the middle of the night) with Arlo, but every time he changed the subject. The audacity! He even asks me if I’m ill and is in need of a doctor. I tell him ‘I am quite fine thank you very much!’ and remind him my eyesight is good, I’m not imagining things and I know he’s been up to something in the yard. I also know he’s not preparing to pot new plants for summer so he better not try that with me.
Last time I tried prying the answer out of him, he finally relented and gave me what I wanted.
His explanation: I have been finding a lot of roadkill and other deceased animals lately. I didn’t want you to have to see it. You know I work so many hours, I don’t have time during the day, that’s why I bury them at night. It’s horrible, but understandable since they’re rebuilding the library and trucks loaded with materials drive by often.
Whether I believe this explanation or not doesn’t matter. There is factor agreeing with his explanation and there are ones that goes agaisnt it.
Those vouching for him: it is true that trucks drive by often these days since the library really did catch on fire recently. It was an unfortunate accident casued(according to the police) by some teenagers. They played around with a lighter and things escalated beyond their control. The saddest part is that I can’t go to the library anymore, I suppose I’ll have to find new hobbies to entertain myself until the library is rebuilt and restocked with books. Another thing is that I do like animals and it definitively wouldn’t be fun to see a run-over one in real life. My husband is very caring and wouldn’t expose me to something he knows I hate, therefore it makes sense for him to bury them in secret. Besides, his job is demanding and he actually wouldn’t be able to do so in the day.
All of this form one solution that is: burying the dead animals in secret from his wife(me) during nighttime as to not disturb me or his work hours. (If we look away from the fact I wake when he does)
Factors indicating he’s lying: how come I have never found a roadkill if they are so common nowadays? It’s unusual for him to come home before me, and if he’s that busy with work, it wouldn’t make sense for him to find all of them before I’ve even caught a whiff of something foul nearby. You see what I mean? Secondly, there is not reason why he should be the one doing all this work. Surely there are professionals dealing with here things? In that case then he should call them instead and tell those truck-drivers to be more careful.
Ultimately this is very suspicious, but what else can I do? Statistically, there is a high chance(I believe?) that your husband will have at least one weird hobby. I will have to live with that and I have said to him ‘I love you more than anything and if this is something you wish to do then o won’t question you.’
He was almost in tears, it was adorable. He said, ‘Yes, my love, thank you. I also love you more than anything in this world and I would be damned if something came between us.’
Afterwards I lectured him on not bringing in dirt in the house again, though. This was his answer: of course not, my darling!
To summarise this incident: my husband still visits the outdoors at night, however not as often as before. I warned him, too, of being careful because a bunch of men have been going missing lately and I’d be devastated if his name came up on of of those reports. I shouldn’t say this- but I will- I’m kind of happy those men are gone. I recognised their names and/or faces from the papers, you see. It turns out that all of them were ones I’d met previously. I won’t bore you with the details, but they weren’t pleasant encounters.
Everyday I have checked the floor for dirt and have found none. This is very good news for my ‘cleaning-spirit’. Whenever I feel Arlo leaving the bed I have decided to relax my mind and go back to sleep again. Then, if I’m still half-awake, I will feel him laying down beside me once more and together we drift off to dreamland.
The lesson I learned from this is that you don’t have to ‘fix’ everything about your partner, and they are allowed to have their special hobbies. There is a difference if you’re being harmed in the process, though. If that’s the case then you should immediately speak up about it and you compromise. Remember, communication is key!
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Written by: (Y/n) (L/n)
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valorant-drabbles · 5 months
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I am in dire need of more iso x reader so bad
Can I ask for Iso x cold! sniper! reader Can be platonic or romantic if it's okay (・∀・)
So reader has been part of the protocol for a while before iso (they joined just after gekko) and she's still a lone wolf then enters Iso. They would always coincidentally bump into each other and reader would just nod at him and walk past him even though Iso tries to strike up a conversation. (also reader is prone to getting hurt all the time whether it's on a mission or just a normal everyday fistfight with strangers)
One mission Iso and reader were both in the same team, timeskip to team entering battle, so reader pushes Iso out of the way and takes a hit resulting in reader being critically injured so when they got back to HQ Iso confronts them
Thanks for requesting! I will say, this was a little tough considering I don’t know much about Iso’s personality aside from what it says on the wiki. I apologize if this is ooc! Hopefully I did him justice!
Gender-Neutral Reader written, but input whichever gender you prefer/identify as if you’d like!
Summary: Lone wolf Reader keeps their distance from everyone- even from the newest recruit, Iso. Despite his best efforts to be friendly, conversations are avoided or cut short. But one fatal injury on the battlefield is the final straw, before Iso decides that he’s had enough of the ‘stand-off-ish’ façade, and demands answers. Does the reader actually give a shit or not?
Warnings: Some cursing, critical injury (nothing graphic), near death experience, possibly ooc Iso?
Word Count: 2.3k
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Cold Shoulder
Reader x Iso
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
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When Iso initially joined the Protocol, he was expecting to be treated with an air of caution. He was, quite literally, an assassin. And to boot, one that had been requested to target one of the Protocol's agents; Omen. Many were still skeptical of him- and he couldn't exactly blame them. For all they know, he could've joined Valorant to make his job easier to finish.
It had been a fair few weeks by that point. Some of the agents had come around, seeing that Iso wasn't just out for blood and, in fact, was seeking haven within their walls. His skills in the field proved expert, proving further to any doubters amongst VP's ranks that he was worth the risk; the myth incarnate.
Though he was far from the most impressive in the field. As arrogant as Iso could be, even he couldn't doubt the abilities of his fellow agents; with Reyna and Chamber both being most fascinating to him. The empress herself, and the expert marksman... could there be a more intriguing member to be drawn to?
Yes, actually.
Expert sniper rivalling even Chamber's ability, Y/N was incredible to witness on the battlefield, and Iso very quickly found himself drawn to his fellow agent. Swift, precise, seemingly always appearing at the right moment to save someone's ass; hell, even Yoru couldn't help but be grateful for Y/N's sharp eye.
Unfortunately for him, Y/N was notorious amongst the agents for being one of the coldest people there, keeping to themselves when not on a mission; even proving a tad short-tempered at times as well. They had quite the record for starting fights with certain agents-- okay, yes, it was Yoru, and yes, it was very much warranted.
Yet... Y/N intrigued him still. As a result, he did his very best to get on their good side. Complimenting their aim after a particularly close call, offering to grab them some coffee on cold mornings... he'd even tried to strike up a conversation once or twice. To no avail, sadly. But it didn't stop him from trying. He was nothing if not persistent.
"Y/N!" Iso raised his hand in greeting, as he spotted you across the hall, supposedly heading his way. Another chance, he thought- maybe he'd get some progress today. Y/N had noticed the newest agent greeting them, and nodded firmly in recognition. Did Iso... just get acknowledged? That was a first with you! It excited him a bit more than perhaps he might've thought.
"I saw you in the shooting range earlier... looked like you were having a competition with Phoenix. Heard you wiped the floor with him, good job." Iso started as you approached him. You gave a small shrug in response, hands in your pockets as your sniper rifle hung off your back. "It wasn't much of a challenge. He was too distracted with trying to impress me to... well, impress me. It was finished rather quick."
That didn't surprise Iso in the slightest. Phoenix did have a slight ego, always feeling the need to try and impress the newer agents in hopes of gaining their respect. So far it'd only really worked with Gekko and Harbor... and that was enough for him to do it even more frequently.
Before the assassin could open his mouth to add anything to the conversation, he found himself being brushed by rather quickly by you. His eyebrows knit together slightly in frustration as he turned just as you passed, reaching out to grab your shoulder.
"Y/N, wait-"
"Don't touch me." You scolded coldly, your tone enough to startle Iso into retracting his hand immediately. He cursed himself internally- why had he done that? He must've broken a boundary by touching you, even if it was innocently. Fuck.
"I'm sor-"
Slam went a door in his face. Your door. To your room. Had he been standing in front of your door this whole time...? God, how creepy he must've come off, he thinks. How come things always went to poorly when he tried to talk to you...?
Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair, with the sound of his lone footsteps echoing down the now-empty hall. With an air of defeat, he resigned to go to his own room for the night. Maybe he'd have better luck with you tomorrow...
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A few days had passed since Iso's failed conversation attempt, and things with you were still as barren as ever. It frustrated him to no end, but there really wasn't much else he could do.
All too soon came the day when you and Iso were sent on a mission together. You seemed as indifferent as ever, whilst Iso saw it as another opportunity to try and win some form of your favor. But god, was he ever trying hard not to come off as overbearing.
The team was ordered to defend B site of Pearl, one of Iso's favorite spots out of all the locations the Protocol would send them; primarily because you were in your element. Staring down B Main with an Operator set up, waiting, watching... It'd be a lie to say that Iso wasn't staring. Your focus and intensity was... fascinating to watch. Iso was positioned at B Screen, meant to watch the side of the pillar that was out of your range. Emphasis on 'meant' to watch... As he was far too busy watching you in action to actually focus.
A bullet from your classic shot past him, jolting him out of his daze as he caught your glare. "Iso, focus. They could be rushing us any second." You scolded. As a result, Iso's face grew a fine shade of red out of embarrassment. You'd definitely just caught him staring, now he was completely thrown off. God. Could this mission get any worse, even though it barely started?
As if on cue, the mirror agents had rushed by the box atop B Ramp. Your heart dropped for a moment as you saw an enemy Chamber quickly set up from behind the box, scope aimed directly for Iso's head. Goddammit.
"Iso!" You shout to him, panic evident in your voice, which was... definitely new. Your tone was usually so monotone, empty, uncaring- but the second you saw your teammate's life in danger-
You were moving before you knew what was happening, abandoning your operator at your position as you ran forward. You'd managed to grab his arm, forcefully yanking him down as a bullet whizzed past, missing Iso by mere milliseconds. Now disoriented, Iso was shaken by his shoulders, meeting your steely gaze.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Aren't you supposed to be some kind of... myth or some shit? Where is your head at?" You hissed at him, causing Iso to swallow the nervous lump suddenly in his throat. Why was he so off his game today? Was it solely the fact he was put on a mission, at the same site as you? Was it--
Bullets began raining through the screen they were ducked behind, relentlessly. That was an Odin in action, easily- the inaccurate bullet holes said that much, since they were shooting from so far away-- though before you could properly assess the situation and form a plan, or even call for backup- you felt a searing pain in your shoulder. A pained hiss escaped from you as you instinctively pushed Iso away. Then another bullet, then another-
Before you could take more hits, you found Iso in front of you, sending his shield forward to stop anymore bullets from reaching you.
Throwing you into his arms, Iso took a running start and slid into B hall, where your operator was, setting you down by a wall. "Sage, I need backup at B site immediately!" Iso shouted into his coms, as he positioned himself at your Operator. His eyes bore into your soul as you felt a strong dizziness overtake you, the sound of the gunfire becoming a ringing in your ears.
"Don't you dare die on me, Y/N."
The last thing you remember is Iso firing your Operator, and the sound of the Odin stopping.
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You awaken to the dim lighting of the infirmary, and a soreness throughout your torso. Moving to sit up was painful, forcing you to move slower as you got a feel for your surroundings. Looked to be about 3AM, based on the deafening silence. And the clock on the wall was a helpful indicator as well. Duh.
You rubbed your face, still feeling completely drained and exhausted. Looking down at your torso, you see nothing but a few new scars, presumably from where you'd been shot. A shoulder shot, one to the side, and one just narrowly avoiding your stomach. Any more bullets and you'd look like swiss cheese.
Once your senses were fully awake, you became acutely aware of another presence in the room. Your eyes shot towards where you sensed this presence, expecting to find Sage or maybe even Skye-
"Iso?"
Iso had been sat in a chair nearly, eyes closed resting, with a single earbud playing music into his ear. Usually he'd have both in and completely tune everything out after a mission- something you'd noticed the first few times you'd gone on a mission with him. A little thing to notice, you thought to yourself.
At the sound of your voice, though a tad hoarse from having just woken up, Iso's attention was directed to you immediately. His eyes widened in both surprise and relief, as he tossed his earbuds aside, and slid his chair over to your bedside. "Oh thank god. You've been out for days, I was starting to think Sage lied to me when she said you were stable." His voice was drenched in relief.
"You told me not to die on you. So I didn't. Just following orders." You started, earning a slight glare from your fellow agent, who didn't seem too pleased.
"Uh- no. No more of that." He interrupted you before you could say anything else, holding his hand up, as if to tell you it was his turn to speak. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "No more of what-?" You prompt slowly, not entirely sure why he seemed so upset. You were fine, weren't you?...
"This... whole thing you do!" Iso gestured vaguely at you, trying to find the proper words to convey his frustration, but it only left you more confused- and a little irritated.
"What are you talking abou-"
"You pretend not to give a shit about anybody, you give everyone the cold shoulder- you make it clear you don't want to associate with any of us. And then, for some reason, you basically throw yourself in front of an Odin to save me? Risked your life for someone who you've only ever pushed aside?" Iso's eyes narrowed at you as he speaks. You feel a strange nervousness twinge in your chest.
"Sage had to resurrect you, Y/N. You literally died for me! I just... don't understand what your deal is!"
You didn't notice until now, but... Iso was holding your hand in both his own. His voice was wavering, but he dared not subject you to anything further than that to show his fear.
You find yourself averting your gaze, noticing there's a single lilac on the table next to your bed.
"I... I apolog-... No. I'm sorry, Iso." You correct yourself, your usually-tense shoulders shifting to a more relaxed position, despite your mild discomfort at being called out like this. Had you really been so cold towards the other agents?
"Listen, I-... Don't exactly have an explanation that'll satisfy you." You admitted softly, causing Iso's gaze to soften in return. Sighing, you continue. "I've always... worked on my own. I never found a need to make connections with the people I happen to work alongside, because I know that... one of us is inevitably gonna leave, or die. It'll cause more grief than anything, getting close to people, only for them to be taken in the blink of an eye. I've been through my fair share of loses... and I'm just sick of how terrible it feels. It's better for me to just get by without getting too attached. Nobody gets hurt that way."
"I don't think you're thinking about this right at all." Iso piped up quietly, though there was an air of understanding laced in his words. "I was a fixer, Y/N. I worked solely on my own, like you. If I crossed the wrong kind of people, anyone I cared about could become weapons to be used against me for blackmail. It was only after joining the Protocol that I started opening up to others. After all, Valorant has promised to protect me from my employers, so any connections I make within Valorant are... safe. This is the only place I feel like I can make friends that won't be used against me, I guess." He wasn't able to keep his cheeks from reddening. Admitting all this was new for him, but... he thought that if he shared his own experience with you, maybe it would provide you the comfort you need to do what he did.
The silence in the room was heavy, and yet... it was oddly comforting to you. You actually had someone who understood where you come from. A small smile found its way onto your face, as you allowed your gaze to meet Iso's.
"I guess despite my best efforts... I ended up caring about someone after all. Some idiot who almost got a bullet to the forehead." You couldn't help but smirk faintly as you flicked Iso's forehead, causing the man to flinch in response. He shot you a slight glare, though no malice could be detected behind his eyes. He let out a sigh, shaking his head slowly.
"You're... never gonna let me live that down, are you, Y/N?"
"Nope."
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ssentimentals · 6 months
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next to you {jeon wonwoo}
pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader
prompt: 'i won't give up on you' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)
warnings: none, this is pure fluff!
steady. this is what wonwoo appreciates the most about you. waves can come crushing, thunder can roll over with a shout, but your resilience doesn't waver even for a second. wonwoo appreciates consistency (something that not a lot of people can manage) in your actions and behaviours; you amaze him in that way. when you two were introduced to each other, from the very day one you appeared to be kind and respectful and after two years nothing changed. you were constantly good and it took him embarrassing amount of time to realize that his awe with you has a romantic undertone. that your constant occupation of his thoughts was not due to you two being good friends. that his desire for your steady presence went beyond what one feels for another in platonic relationships. you were good and you were steady and jeon wonwoo selfishly wanted it all for himself.
he often wondered if you ever felt heavy. caring so much for people around you, having to be the rock for them to lean on, always being responsible for everything and everyone. he often wondered if you find all these things to be burdensome, if you ever just want to let go and give away those responsibilities. do you really want it? he wants to ask when you volunteer to be a leader. do you need help? he wants to ask when you brush off someone else's worries about you. do you feel lonely? he wants to ask when you stay up late all on your own. wonwoo goes tongue-tied and instead of asking those questions, he settles for quietly being next to you. he may not offer the right words, but he can take care of you in his own ways; little ways, yes, but no less meaningful.
'woo?' you look up in surprise, when his figure casts a shadow on your table. 'what are you doing here?' taking a look over your shoulder at the clock on the wall, you glance back at him with a frown. 'it's one am.'
'i can ask you the same thing. it is one am, what are you doing in the library?'
he smiles at the way you stare at him indignantly. 'i need to finish our group project, deadline for submission is tomorrow morning.'
of course you are the one finishing this project. of course you are the one who's sitting in the library at one am, fixing presentation, going over slides, checking everything. wonwoo is part of your group and he takes small relief in the fact that his part is polished and you won't spend much time on it. 'and i brought sandwiches,' wonwoo puts his backpack on the chair and pulls out few wrapped chicken sandwiches from there. they're still warm and he smiles happily, putting two right in front of you. 'fuel for brains, so you'd finish this up faster.'
smile that you send his way leaves him in ruins. 'thank you, woo.'
wonwoo nods. he gives you an excuse that he'll go and bring you two tea but in reality he needs a breather, because you don't control the force of your smiles and you have no idea what they do to him. he massages lightly left side of his chest where heart is supposed to be and sighs, settling for two cups of green tea in cafeteria. he wishes... for a lot, actually, but at most he just wants to be next to you. he assigned to himself this role of your friend, because even the rock on who everybody leans on will someday need to lean on someone else. wonwoo lives in futile hopes that maybe he'll be there at that moment. maybe you'll see something else in him, something apart from just a fellow classmate or a good friend. maybe you'll look at him in that moment and will see all of his devotion and his readiness to just..stay here and not leave. stay right next to you.
'your tea is ready.'
he takes steaming cups and carefully makes his way back to the library. wonwoo sometimes thinks that you know. that you are aware of his feelings towards you and just pretend not to notice so it won't complicate your friendship. sometimes he thinks that maybe you don't know for sure but that you have an inkling, a guess. option in which you have no idea about his feelings is not on the table, because you are very attentive and his special treatment for you could not have escaped your gaze. he doesn't really know nor understand reasons for your silence regarding his feelings, but he doesn't question them. what you two have now is good and steady and it's almost enough. something tells him that this situation will resolve itself without his direct involvement and he follows his inner voice, not confessing.
wonwoo looks up from the stairs and notices you standing at the entrance to the library, waving to him with a smile on your face. you look tired and bags under your eyes grow more and more prominent with each passing day, but he still finds it hard to look away from you, still can stare at you all day and night and find it incredibly entertaining. 'figured you'd need help with the door,' you say lightly, gesturing to his occupied hands. holding door open for him, you take a peak at the cups, smiling: 'green tea? you're saviour, woo.'
your words settle against him like a warm blanket, like a much needed hug. there's no one in the library apart from you two but you both still keep quiet, voices hushed and low by a habit. 'is there a lot left? in presentation, i mean.'
'not much, around 5-6 slides,' you help him by taking one cup from his hands. 'why are you here, woo? i don't think you came at this hour to the library to give me sandwiches.'
but i did though. wonwoo first thinks he'll judge dodge the question but his sleep deprived mind refuses to come up with anything, so instead he lets out a rather provocative: 'is it really that hard to believe that i came exactly for that?'
he knows it's a wrong thing to say the second words leave his mouth. you don't meet his eyes and everything in your posture screams tension. it's too late to take the words back, so wonwoo lives few horrible seconds with knowledge of his own fuck up. you're not helping the situation by staying silent, so he blurts out the truth: 'i just want to help.'
at this you look up, raising your right eyebrow. 'help with presentation?'
'no,' he answers honestly because apparently his brain has a trouble with letting him say anything but the truth. 'although if you need help with that then of course i'll help.'
you lean back, staring at him with a quiet challenge in your eyes. there's determination set deep in your features and he loves you for it, for your ability to push forward even when you're uncomfortable, for your constant need to get to the bottom of something. 'if you're here to not help with presentation then with what?'
you know the answer just like he knows the answer. you're almost daring him to say it, challenging him and wonwoo usually never raises to the bait, but this doesn't feel like one, not really. he mostly feels like this is some kind of test only you know the meaning of and he has to pass it. 'to help you,' he says, looking straight into your eyes. 'someone has to.'
words hit too close to home, it's obvious by the way your jaw locks and how you bite your bottom lip. your eyes water and your voice cracks in the end as you ask: 'and you think i need help? do i look like someone who needs help?'
venom in your voice doesn't deter him. wonwoo knows you too well, he learned to circle those high walls you built, he managed to climb on top of them all during these two years and he knows your defensive mechanisms as back of his hand. 'everyone needs help,' he says, staying elusive but answering your question at the same time. 'and everyone needs someone to take care of them. including you.'
you're barely holding your tears back, he can tell. he wishes you wouldn't. he wishes you'd cry freely in front of him, wishes you'd find his presence comforting enough to let go. 'asking for help and leaning on someone does not make you weak,' he continues in a hushed whisper that pierces your heart like an arrow. 'knowing your limits is a sign of maturity. you can't do everything on your own, that's stupid and reckless. and you're neither of these things.'
this gains him a small smile from you and a watery laugh. few tears escape your eyes and you quickly wipe them off without turning away. small victories, he guesses. 'that was a nice ted talk,' you mumble, taking a deep breath to calm down. your eyes are full with unshed tears when you look back at him again. 'and? is that you saying that you are the one who will help me and take care of me?'
wonwoo licks his lips. 'i like to think that this is what i've been doing for the past year at least.'
you lock your arms over your chest, shutting off from him. 'as a friend. with no ulterior motives, i hope.'
'you know that there were none.' wonwoo holds his voice steady even if he is offended by your words. he knows you don't mean them that way, knows it's just another test. 'don't insult me like that.'
your expression crumbles and you hide your face behind your hands in a loose attempt of not showing him your tears. your shoulders shake a little but you quickly regain control of yourself back, sniffling. 'i'm sorry,' you say and then repeat again, clearing your voice: 'i'm sorry, you are right, i know that there were none. i don't know why i said that, i'm sorry. it's just-' you take a deep breath, curling into a little ball on the chair. '-i think you don't..know me? like you know one version of me and you think so highly of me and in truth i..' you look over your laptop and then back at wonwoo. 'i hate it all. i hate being a leader, and i hate having to finish all these stupid presentations and-'
you fall silent and wonwoo lets silence linger in the air between you two, not saying anything too. he's not surprised at all, because he knew all of it. he just hopes you feel better saying it all out loud. 'tea is getting cold,' he says quietly after a while.
you blink out of your thoughts at his worsd and huff, remembering about your cup. maybe it's the wrong move to say something right now, but wonwoo fears there might never been another night like this, so he goes for it: 'i don't think anything less of you. you can say a lot of things like that and they don't make you a monster that you're really trying to make me see in you. i won't give up on you. even if you decide to tell everyone to fuck off and ask someone else to lead, even if you decide it's time for you to turn into a hermit. i'll stay right next to you anyway. because you are a good person. core of you, base of you is good. your heart is pure gold and i'll stand by it no matter what.'
that's my confession, he thinks, staring at your wide eyes. my love confession to you. and he knows you understand. he knows from your wide opened eyes that you know it was a love confession. all you can do is accept or reject it and he is fine with both options, truly. as long as he can stand next to you, like a friend or like a lover, he is fine with it all.
'i never- i had a feeling, but i never entertained the thought that it actually might be true...' you whisper, cicling edge of the cup with your finger. 'you always took care of me.'
'i did.' wonwoo agrees, because it is true.
'and you will take care of me in the future even if i decide to just stay friends.'
it was not a question but wonwoo still answers: 'i will.'
your smile is an eighth wonder of this world. it can stop the rain and can make flowers bloom in wonwoo's heart. you lean in with a decision taken: 'then please, stand next to me, just like you said. not as a friend, but...' you reach out with an open palm towards him. 'as a lover.'
wonwoo has never made a decision faster in his life. your hand feels soft and nice and right in his. he doesn't have to say anything, everything can be understood from the way he looks at you. by your reddening cheeks he can tell that you also got everything. 'let's eat those sandwiches and i'll need fifteen minutes more for this presentation. then we'll go back to the dorms, okay?'
wonwoo simply nods, interlacing your fingers together. as you squeeze his fingers back with an reassuring smile, he thinks that he'll be okay with anything you ask. 'okay,' he still voices out, smiling. okay.
a/n: i'm unexplainably in love with this work. is it weird to say stuff like that about something you wrote? anyways, this is very self indulgent but i hope you liked it too. <3 - nini
tagging @prpldahy and @wonvsmile as it was your request <3
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loves1ckgirl · 25 days
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Denki Kaminari with an online best friend
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Denki x American! reader
Online friends + maybe romantic-ish
Note, I have no idea how to write in the grammar of someone learning English so I’m just avoiding contractions and using a bit of chat gtp to make the sentence to be a little more incorrect lol.
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He initially met you while playing a FPS at 3am
The game between you and both was mostly silent aside from some English and Japanese cursing, Denki understood some what you said
You however; did not understand him, but assumed he was expressing the same frustration and wasn’t just getting upset at you
After your first game was played, he had sent you a few emojis and a little english
The game you had been playing along side some random from Japan had gone surprisingly well. It was such a bad game for the loser you wondered if it was because they were absolute garbage or all of a sudden you became a gaming god. As you leaned back in your chair and attempted to fix the knot that formed in your back from hunching, you looked back at your computer screen. There you see a friend and message request.
Kaminarieki
“You are good at playing. Can we play more?”
As you read the message, you decide to respond and pray he wasn’t some 30 year old incel. After all, you were bored, and a bit lonely.
After that first interaction, you would go on to play with him often
However, neither of you talked very often especially after you came to the conclusion you didn’t speak the same language
In the end, there were still some short convos
Kaminari liked these, as he thought you were cool
The fact that UA English classes were more rigorous helped him in talking to you (a hero needed to communicate with a large variety of people)
A couple of months in, he was struggling with his classes exponentially, and no amount of help by his friends would help him,
He then thought it was a good idea to message you and explain that he thought it would be nice to talk and learn through a fluent speaker instead
Kaminarieki
“Can we talk a lot I am learning English I think your cool.”
“I’m down. It’s late now though. I have school is tomorrow okay? Also, the your should be you’re”
Kaminari sends a cute little heart emoji,
“Yes. Thank you.”
For awhile, you’d avoid many abbreviations and some complex Slang
Eventually Kaminari had gotten more advanced and you spoke more casually
After exchanging Instagram and other accounts, instead of mostly talking as you guys played, it started during school and random times of day
The time difference didn’t mean much since the both of you had terrible sleep schedules
(Although, he was a bit more regular due to his hero school)
As you talked to him you obviously found more of his personality and it had become more endearing tbh
He’d most definitely google English pick up lines
Eventually as his friends noticed his behavior and how if he’d planned to play with you he’d decline
Also how he’d be texting more than before (mostly on his Sundays and Monday’s as you’d be awake the longest when he was.)
Lowkey hates the time difference tbh.
Anyway, as his friends noticed him typing away on those two days in particular they’d begun to ask questions about who he was texting
“My friend.” He’d say, looking up from the phone for a second before continuing the text. Mina had begun even more curious than previously.
“Whaaa? Friend? Who?” She asks, leaning over the couch and Kaminari’s shoulder. She sees joke flirty messages that he sends and receives.
He ended up telling them about you and explains that’s why his English grade was getting better
Anywayyy he’s overall super cute with you
Basically just being himself
If you ever wanted to learn Japanese he’d 100% do his best to help you enthusiastically
He tries his best to keep you updated since it’s its hard to talk to you regularly
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faeriichaii · 2 months
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Hello! Could I have a request for kili x fem reader where reader is a pirate and her and her crew capture him and the others and there's some interest between kili and reader? 🤭Ty!
My Treasure ~ Kili x Fem!Pirate!Reader
A/N: Omg listen I have seen the request like the day you sent it to me and I love love love the idea!! Ngl I had so much fun writing this and like I love him so much and the fact that she is a pirate ugh I love it!!!! I really hope you like it cause I really loved writing this <33
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.8k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ
Summary: You have been travelling the sea for years on your wonderful ship with your crew, so you are a bit curious, when you find a bunch of dwarves hiding away in fish barrels.
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Waves clashed against the ship, as the crew merrily sang a song they have made up during the travels on the sea. You have been on this ship with your crew for years. On the way, you have built yourself the reputation as one of the most fearless pirates known across the world. “Captain, there is a small boat crossing our path. What should we do?” You took your telescope from the leather holster on your hip. Looking through it, you saw a small boat filled with around 14 barrels travelling somewhat in your direction. “Let’s approach the ship slowly and see if it is worth the trouble.” “Aye aye Captain!” Your crew began to hoist the sails while you kept an eye out for the ship. As you got closer to the little boat, your crew threw a few lassos to pull the smaller ship towards your own.
“Kidd, take care of the ship while I have a little chit chat with the fisherman.” You said, walking towards the railing, taking a rope and swinging toward the other ship. A smirk formed on your lips, as you let your fingertips wander from one barrel to another. “So many barrels. What does a lonely man need so many barrels for?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I am just a mere fisherman, trying to go to Laketown. The barrels are filled to the brim with fish, I doubt a Captain like yourself would be in dire need of these.” The man tried to reason with you, making you rise an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be in need of fish? You see my dear friend,” A slight hint of mockery was visible in your voice, as you put a hand on the unknown man’s shoulder. “I am the captain of this very beautiful ship and if you haven’t already noticed, we are pirates.” You gave him a fake smile as you gently squeezed his shoulder. “And as pirates we really don’t work you know? We take what we want and we take it when we want to. But I feel quite generous. How about we take around hmm let’s see…”
You took a glance at each of the barrels. “We will take half of them.” You announced while removing your hand from his shoulder and winking some people from your crew down so they could carry them to your ship. As they started to lift the barrels, the top of each of them sprung open as the dwarves rushed out from between the fish. Your eyes widened in surprise, before pulling out your sword. “Well, this is interesting. Didn’t knew that fishermen nowadays also catch dwarves in the sea.” You said as your sword clashed against another one of the dwarves. “It also isn’t every day, that a pretty pirate lady tries to kidnap us.” The dwarf in front of you gave you a wink. A little laugh escaped your lips. Maybe you will actually have a little fun with them. “Do you normally flirt with people you fight with?” You ask him, pushing his sword away. Most of the dwarves’ weapons were laying on the wooden floor as their hands were up in the air. Pointing the tip of your sword at the one in front of you, he smiled at you while raising his hands up as well. “I only do with the ones that are extremely beautiful and take my breath away.” A soft blush dusted your cheeks as you smiled gently at him.
“Captain, what should we do with them?” “We will take them as our captives. Maybe they will share their stories with us.” The crew bound each dwarves’ wrists tightly, before heaving them on board. Turning around, you look at the man who tried to smuggle them into Laketown. “I’m not part of their company.” He said, raising his hands up. “Fair enough. Have a safe journey to Laketown.” Turning around, you grasped one of the ropes and ascended up onto your own ship. “You let him go Captain?” Kidd, your closest woman on the ship, asked you flabbergasted. “I thought you knew me by now? I normally don’t hold prisoners on the ship and he himself said he was not part of the company.” Kidd raised an eyebrow at your explanation. “But why did you take the dwarves captive?” The question made you ponder for a moment. You yourself weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was your curiosity that made you tie them up and put them under the dock. “I guess I am just interested in their little life story and why they were trying to smuggle into Laketown.” You explained to her, as she led you to the cells, in which the dwarves were sitting in angrily.
“We tried to separate them as much as possible, however we only have so many cells.” She pointed at the four cells. Some of them were filled with three and some with four dwarves. And one Hobbit. A Hobbit? You tilted your head, as you approached the cell, where the hobbit sat on the small bed. “Why is a hobbit travelling with 13 dwarves?” You asked aloud. One of the dwarves in the cell walked towards you, grabbing the bar as he leaned as close as possible towards you. “It is none of your business.” He spat, as he gave you a glare. Tilting your head to the side you smiled at him. “Big words from a guy behind bars.” You mocked him. A few dwarves around you starting to protest at your rudeness towards their king. King? “Oh, so you are the king? Well then, I think we can arrange a little chit chat to discuss the price of your freedom.” A sweet smile formed on your lips, as you awaited an answer from him. Seconds passed and he didn’t say anything. “I will leave you for now. Think about my offer while I am gone.” You said, skipping up the small stairs to get back onto the main deck of the ship.
Hours passed and night arrived, hence you were travelling down to the prisoners’ quarters with bowls of food in your hands. You handed them out one by one, until you passed the last bowl. “Thank you, my stunning pirate princess.” Looking up from the food in your hand, you looked at the dwarf in front of you. The same one that flirted with you while fighting against you. The one that piqued your interest the most. “Well, isn’t it nice to see you again…” You trailed off, waiting for his name. “Kili.” “Kili. A cute name for a cute dwarf.” A chuckle left his lips, as he set the bowl aside. “Do you always flirt with the captives, you hold under your ship?” He asks, smirk gracing his lips. “Only with the ones that seem to really catch my attention.” You say, leaning on the wall beside the cell. He held onto the bars of his prison, trying to be closer to you.
His brown eyes glimmering in the soft candlelight. “Say, what makes you want to release us from this prison?” He asks, mirroring your stance in his small temporary room. “I wanted to discuss that with your king, however he really doesn’t want to cooperate with me.” A small fake pout formed on your lips. “Aren’t you a lucky girl? I happen to be his nephew. Prince Kili, at your service.” He bowed quickly, before straightening up again. You giggled at the gesture. “Well, prince Kili, my name is Captain (Y/N). It is wonderful to make your acquaintance.” Doing a curtsy, the both of you smiled at each other. You really begin to enjoy his company. “Captain (Y/N), I would like to know what you would like in order to receive our freedom back.” “It is very simple. All I want to know is about your journey and your destination. Why were you trying to smuggle into Laketown in fish barrels? What is the purpose of your visit? All these things.” You said, now also holding onto the bar of the cell. “Sit down Amrâlimé, it is quite the story.”
You listened intently at each word Kili muttered, as he told you the story of Thorin Oakenshield and his company. How they have encountered mountain Trolls, Orcs and Elves. And how they want to fight back against the dragon Smaug, who was living rent free in their home. “That indeed is quiet the story.” You say as you pulled yourself up with the help of the bars. Kili looked at you expectantly, almost as if he wanted to know if he managed to free the company. “We will arrive very close to Laketown tomorrow. Take one of the boats, maybe two, we have strung on the side of the ship. Find your little friend from earlier today and fight for your home.” You smiled softly at him, as he gave you a wide grin. Warmth spread through your body, as his hands covered yours. “Thank you so much Amrâlimé.”
As the next morning arrived, you opened up the cells as promised and gave the dwarves a few more rations of food, as well as other resources. You helped them onto the boats, until it was time to say good bye to Kili. “It was very nice to talk to you and listen to your story Kili. I really enjoyed it.” A smile graced your lips. Kili took your hands gently in his. “I will search for you as soon as we get our home back, I promise you.” He said, his eyes glimmering with hope and sincerity. You gasped softly at his confession, holding a little tighter onto his hands. “I hope so my prince.” Suddenly he put his hand on the back of you neck and pulled you down to him, connecting your lips. His stubble scratched against your cheek, as you tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck. The call of Kilis name made the both of you depart from each other. Stepping onto the last boat, the dwarves began to row into the direction of Laketown. You waved at their departure. “I will find you Amrâlimé, even if I have to travel across the whole sea for you.” Kili suddenly shouted. Who would have thought that a pirate captain would get so easily swooned over a dwarven prince?
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fleemotional · 7 months
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What if Giyuu Tomioka had a said "slut" teammate, and it was you
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CW : slight nsfw, nudity, allusion to sexual acts
You and Giyuu were checking into the hotel you were staying at for the night. It was your first mission with him ever. Every other hashira had told you he was great at work but very awkward socialy, something which didn't really bothered you. You could enjoy some silent rest for once. Giyuu came back from the counter holding two kews. He handed one to you.
"- I asked for seperate rooms.
- What ? It's not the procedure.
- I just thought it would be better.
- Why ? Do hashiras can not sleep next to subordinates ?"
He sighed and seemed to hesitate pursuing the conversation.
"- Obviously not.
- Then why ?"
Giyuu was a man of few words, but he trully started to search for them.
Suddenly, your eyes darkened in realization. You have the dirty reputation of sleeping with every slayer you go on a mission with, and it must have repell him enough to pay extra to be away from you.
Giyuu noticed your sudden agitation and gave you a questioning look. You stared at him very defensively.
"- I know what people say about me. I made a couple of mistakes, I had a couple of good times, it's the way of life. When you do this job, you're allowed to cope however you want. In the end, I am an incredible fighter, and that's all that matters. You don't have the right of being disgusted by me."
The man seemed utterly confused, as if he had no idea of what you were talking about, than seemed to connect the dots. He jumped two feet back in surprise and bowed to you immediatly.
"- I... I am blantly sorry ... It never occured to me that you might find my decision offensive. I was just worried about crossing your boundaries. I never went on a mission with a women before and I wanted to offer you some privacy."
You paused in disbelief. Never even one of your partners ever cared about this. As the rumors grew, they stopped caring about you at all. Tears started to prickle your eyes. Giyuu noticied and approached you to soflty put his hand on your shoulder.
"- Oh God, no, please don't cry. I am terrible with crying people ..."
The honest panic in his voice quickly cheered you up.
"- No no, it's okay. Those are tears of ... joy.
- I ... I don't understand."
You paused to look him in the eyes with a soft smile on your face.
"- You are unbelievably kind and sweet."
Giyuu frooze, his face turning entirely red.
"- In fact, yes, I could use some privacy. Thank you."
You approached your hand to claim your key and he almost tried to dodge it, as if your touch would have burnt him.
"- Gr... great ! I'm happy if you're happy."
His last sentenced made him even more embarrassed. He handed you your key.
"- 7AM tomorrow morning ?
- Y... yes."
On those words you headed to your room. After settling, you decided to go for a bath. You took off your uniform and put on the bathrobe offered with the room. You hesitated a minute about bringing your sword with you. It was kinda ridiculous and could scare away other people, but you never felt safe enough to not keep it at hand. You decided to take it.
As you found the baths, you realized the man and woman baths were next to each other, seperated by a bamboo wall. It was a way for hotels to cut their expenses, you were used to it, it didn't really bothered you. You were mostly happy to see that their was nobody else. You could take a long relaxing bath alone. You took off your bathrobe. Trying to put your sword in a safe place, you dropped it by mistake.
"- Ouch !
- y/n ? Is that you ?"
It was Giyuu's voice. It came from behind the bamboo wall. Obviously, you HAD to take your baths at the same time.
"- Y...Yes.
- Are you okay ?
- Yes. I just dropped my sword on my foot.
- Oh. Ouch indeed."
There was an awkward silence. Down goes your relaxing lonely bath ... You felt his presence, so near, as you were so naked and so vulnerable.
"- Do you want me to leave ?
- No. No, it's okay. There is a wall ..."
He didn't seemed really convinced by what he said. You nodded silently, halfly accepting your fate and started to walk into the water. You sank in, sitting at the bottom and staring at the bamboo wall in front of you. The warm water really didn't helped you cool down.
"- It is weird ... to know the other is here, isn't it ?
- A bit, yes."
Your imagination started to wander.
You remembered this scene of Kyojuro and Tengen training. Seeing a hashira without a shirt is a THING that marks, but what about a naked one ...
You were about to shove down your naughty thoughts when one rose on top : how easy it would be for you to slice away that wall and ravish what was behind it.
No. Nope. That's it.
"- I am leaving."
As you stood up, you heard the water mooving in the room next to you as well. You started to imagine his body. You had to go out and fast.
"- No. Don't. I will.
- It's okay, you were here first, finish your bath. I'll just wait.
- No, I was almost finished anyway.
- I insist !"
You ran out of the water, messily put on your bathrobe and grabbed your sword on the way out.
As you violently opened the door to run away, you heard a loud noise on your left, where the door leading to the man's bath was.
You turned your head to see Giyuu doing the exact same thing as you : running away, wearing only a bathrobe, entirely wet, and staring at you.
You got stunned by the view of his wet loose hair, water drippin on his muscular torso poorly covered by his bathrobe ... but then you realized that if you could see his, he could most definitely see yours.
You grabbed both side of your bathrobe, maintaining it close up to your throat, but Giyuu didn't snapped out of his staring. He wasn't staring at your cleavage, he was staring right into your eyes.
(i'll probably do a part 2 so stay tuned)
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coldfanbou · 1 year
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Welcome to the fic chosen by the poll. I very much expanded on the original idea. There's a mommy kink and degradation. I hope you all enjoy it.
Length 1.9K
Giselle x Mreader
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On the phone with your "mommy," Taeyeon, she apologizes for the fact that she'll be away for a few months. "I'm sorry, baby, but there's nothing I can do. I'll be away for a few months. You don't have to worry; I made special arrangements, so my baby boy isn't lonely during my absence." 
"Really?"
"Really. You can use her in whatever way you want. Whatever way," she repeats slowly. 
"When is she going to get here?" 
"Don’t you worry, it'll be a little while, but she'll be there soon. I have to go now; take care baby. Enjoy your time with her."
You pass the rest of the day, waiting for her to arrive. You move from activity to activity, and as day turned to night, she was nowhere in sight. She must've just gone to the wrong place, surely. All you needed to do was call Taeyeon, and she'd fix everything. There was a knock at the door; the camera connected to it turned on, and you saw a beautiful young woman standing outside. You hurry to open the door; she's startled by the door opening so quickly. You both speak at the same time and have to repeat yourselves. 
"Excuse me, but are you Miss Taeyeon's 'baby boy?" She asks. 
"Oh, um, yes, I am." You say embarrassed that Taeyeon would have you be referred to like that. It was one thing to have her call you that, but to have a woman you had never met? It was a bit much. "I am…Miss Taeyeon's baby boy." You repeat. 
"I'll be your 'friend' for the entire time she's gone. My name is Giselle."
"It's nice to meet you, Giselle. You came late today, so you should just come inside and rest. We can do something tomorrow. "
"Thank you, and I'm sorry for being late. A lot of things happened." As Giselle steps inside, she takes off her long coat. She wore an all-black outfit under it; a tank top that hugged her upper body, some oversized pants, and a thick pair of what looked like sandals. You would let Giselle rest for the day before rousing her from her slumber the next morning.
Bringing her something to eat, you say. "Morning, Giselle." 
"Good Morning." She glances at you for a moment before asking, "Miss Taeyeon mentioned that you would practically be throwing yourself at me. She's paid me well, so nothing is off limits."
"Oh, um, thanks for telling me." You say, unsure of how to follow that up. 
Giselle can tell that you're struggling with what to do next. She slowly reaches out for your crotch. "Are you not used to being the one in charge?." Giselle quickly caught on to how you were and began to take charge. Her tone changed, and she began to be more proactive. "You know, I'm very good with my body. Why don't you be a good boy and tell me what you want to try first?" You struggle to say anything, and Giselle starts by asking. "Do you want to feel my soft hand slowly stroke your cock? Imagine it, my small hand moving up and down your shaft." By now, Giselle had pulled down your pants and boxers, freeing your hard cock. "Oh my, you're so big and hard. Are you hard for me? Did imagining me stroking your cock make you this hard?" She teases. Giselle takes your cock in her hand now; she can barely fit her hand around it. Slowly pumping it, she says, "you don't have to imagine it anymore; come on, tell your temporary mommy how much you like her stroking your cock." 
"I love having you stroke my cock, mommy Giselle." 
"That’s a good boy." Some precum leaks from your cock as she says that. Giselle takes some of it with her other hand and tastes it. "Oh, it's so tasty. I think I want more." Giselle moves to sit at the edge of the bed and puts her hair behind her ear as she takes the head of your cock into her mouth. You take notice of how she sleeps naked. Her small tongue swirls around the head of your cock, before it runs over the tip. Giselle moans as you start to thrust your hips gently. 
"Mommy, it feels so good." 
Giselle takes your cock out of her mouth with a pop, stroking it while she speaks. "I'm glad you're enjoying mommy's mouth. Why don't you give this slutty mommy a present? I want you to cum in my mouth. Does Taeyeon let you cum in her mouth?"
"No, mommy." 
"What a bad mommy she is. My body is for my boy; you can do whatever you want to me. Okay?" 
"Yes, mommy."
"Do you want to cum in mommy's mouth?"
"I want to cum in mommy's mouth." 
"Then, do it, baby." Giselle takes your cock back into her mouth, bobbing her head. She fondled your balls as she continued to use her tongue. You wouldn't last much longer as Giselle's skilled tongue pressed against the head of your cock.
You feel your balls tighten as you scream, "I'm cumming" You hold onto Giselle's skull as you pour your cum down her throat and fill her mouth. You give her a few thrust as the last of your load flows out. When you pull out, Giselle opens her mouth so you can see just how much cum you gave her before she drank it. 
"My baby did such a good job," Giselle says as she spreads her legs. "Look at how wet you made, mommy. Does my baby still have the energy to plow his mommy?" You hurriedly nod your head. Giselle giggles seeing how excited you are. She lays back and spreads her lower lips, "Come on then, fuck your mommy." You lick your lips as you slap your cock against Giselle's pussy; small moans escape her as you do so. You slide your cock along her pussy before finally getting to her entrance. When you slowly push in, Giselle says, "Don't be gentle with me; I know you want to ravage your mommy. Fuck me with your thick cock." With Giselle's permission, you thrust your cock deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck! That's it! Fuck your mommy! Fuck her like the slut she is!" Giselle yells, dispelling her more nurturing appearance. You pull out and slam back into Giselle; her tight pussy stretches to accommodate your size. You grab Giselle's legs to give you the leverage to put more power into your thrusts. 
"You're so tight, mommy." You moan as you continue ramming into Giselle. With each thrust, you're shaping Giselle's pussy into the shape of your cock, and she says as much.
"Fuck! My baby's making my pussy his! Yours is the only cock I want now!" Giselle tries to lean on her elbow as you continue your assault, but she cums early, squirting all over the bed. "Shit, I'm cumming!" Giselle's moans grow louder as you don't stop. "Wait! Wait! I just came."
"But mommy said I could use her body however I wanted, and I want to keep fucking you." You lean down, taking one of her nipples in her mouth as you fuck her. Giselle ends up cumming again with your thrusts impaling her. Giselle holds you to her nipple as she screams from her orgasm. With Giselle's pussy growing tighter from her orgasm, you feel yours approaching. "Mommy, I'm going to cum inside you. I want to fill you with my cum." 
"Cum inside, mommy, fill her pussy with your delicious cum" Giselle mutters. Her eyes are half-lidded, and drool spills from the corner of her mouth as she goes limp. You unlatch yourself from her nipple and pull on her arms as you slam yourself against her one last time. Your seed floods her pussy as she mutters, "cumming". Giselle was barely conscious on the bed as you pulled out of her. "Mommy's so full of cum, such warm cum."
As months passed, you and Giselle would spend the entire day fucking. Whether it be in the living room, shower, or kitchen, it didn't matter. She was constantly in your cock. The well-trained escort and lady Giselle was transformed into a needy cumslut by the time Taeyeon returned. On the couch, you were sliding into Giselle's now well-used asshole, her tits bouncing as you sent her flying with your thrusts. Giselle's pussy leaked cum from her squatting position as you fucked her. "Giselle, your ass is still tight even after I've used it for so long."
"Keep fucking me, please. I can't live without your cock."
"I know, Giselle, you're just a fucktoy now, aren't you?"
"Your fucktoy, I'm only yours. Fuck, I'm cumming!" 
"Me too!" You grab Giselle's hips and slam her ass down on your cock as you unload another wave of cum into her brushed ass. You hold Giselle's chin and kiss her, "You're such a good fucktoy, Giselle. It's a shame our time is almost up."
Taeyeon came through your door as Giselle came for the fifth time that morning. "Well, it looks like my baby is having fun." 
"You're back, mommy!"
"I'm back!" Taeyeon walks to you and kisses you before looking at Giselle; she has her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue sticking out. "It looks like you did a number on her."
"She broke on the first day, mommy; she's just a cumslut now."
Taeyeon kisses Giselle on the cheek. "I probably should've warned you more. You don't let him get control."
"Cum, I need more cum." Giselle mutters as she instinctively grinds on your cock. You push Giselle off your cock, and as she lands on the floor, she starts lapping at your cock. Cum flows from her gaping asshole as she gives you a blowjob.
"She's been like this the entire time, mommy."
"Well, you need to stop breaking them; you know your cock is enough to drive them wild. Your job is finished now, Giselle; you can leave." Giselle ignores Taeyeon and continues sucking your cock, giggling as it presses against the back of her throat. "Giselle, I said you could go." Giselle pays her no attention, instead continuing to deepthroat your cock. Your orgasm approaches, and you hold her head down as you coat her throat with cum. Giselle's mouth is full of cum that she drinks with no problem, giggling again like a drunk. Taeyeon pulls Giselle's hair. "I said you can go." 
"But-but I need him. I need his cock."
"You're just another cock hungry whore like the last one," Taeyeon says with a disgusted look. 
"Mommy, can we keep her? I really like this one."
Taeyeon sighs at your interjection. "Fine, but you better not get tired of her." 
"You're the best, mommy!" You say as you hug her.
"You better be a good boy later; I'm going to need to relieve some stress." 
"Thank you, Miss Taeyeon!" Giselle says as she crawls to Taeyeon's feet, kissing them. You get behind and mount Giselle's pussy filling her once again. 
Taeyeon smiles while you enjoy yourself with Giselle. "Maybe she can join us later; we'll have to train her, though. We can't have her be so cock hungry when we have guests over." You happily agree to Taeyeon's suggestion as you continue your time with the ex-escort and now cumslut Giselle.
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altraviolet · 2 months
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Sorry about the bad news! I decided to gather some out of context TEG notes from my document in hopes to cheer you up a little:
Chapter 1:
First impressions, they find each other strange looking. Rodimus finds SW creepy and SW finds Rod gaudy in amount of pieces and color scheme. This is fun to watch change later on.
Chapter 13:
Rodimus is the first person Soundwave opens up to willingly without being forced to answer. He doesn’t even like Rodimus but the fact Rodimus is only one giving him a chance already makes him more willing to share internal stuff.
Chapter 16:
First instance of SW feeling good things in general (in a non-malevolent way, since the incident) but also feeling good things towards Rodimus. Also first time Laserbeak flutters against his chest in response to Rodimus.
Chapter 19:
Soundwave experiences whimsy. While still anxious and easily irritated with the LL crew, he felt comfortable enough at his party to laugh. In this same chapter he is bothered by being the most hated mech on the ship too. He has nothing left to loose at this time and is settling into life there whether he consciously admits it or not.
Chapter 21:
He’s making fucking friends, let’s go!!!
Chapter 22:
(1) Nautica is naturally friendly, quite like Tailgate, they don’t really have a reason to like SW at all but they want to try regardless. She is very excited to meet SW and I get the sense that while wary of him of course, she believes Soundwave to be gentler than he is— that he just hasn’t had the chance to show it yet.
(2) SW is being a supreme dumbass this chapter.
Chapter 23:
You could cut that tension with a knife, ease up girls.
Chapter 24:
He’s feeling guilty for what he did! Huzzah! Yes you are an asshole!
Chapter 25:
(1) TENTACLE WIGGLIES.
(2) Call back to when they first met, Rodimus did indeed punch him then and it was hilarious.
(3) Rodimus definitely likes cuddling. He made the moves to lean against slenderman.
(4) SW that’s called being happy.
Chapter 26:
He’s learned earning things is more satisfying than taking them, especially when it comes to making Rodimus happy. Regardless for a while he still struggles between what’s good for the ship, what makes Rodimus happy and his own hunger to know everything and do things that only benefit him.
Chapter 27:
(1) My king that’s called enjoying a conversation.
(2) Whirl is crazy!! Slay!!
(3) Whirl is spitting bars actually.
(4) SW literally risks being lost to space to retrieve the vial, the life threatening fight looses priority against the promise Rodimus made him.
(5) TG being a fucking boss. SWs realization that such a small mech can restrain him and that he’s greatly underestimated TG is hilarious.
Chapter 28:
Dude you are so in love.
Chapter 29:
Yes, SW, that’s how making friends works.
Chapter 30:
(1) This is funny to me, some security mechs have noticed the frequency in which Soundwave and Rodimus are seen together but they have it wrong here. It is Rodimus who brings SW along whenever he can, SW doesn’t believe he has the agency to follow Rodimus around without Rodimus asking first.
(2) Less swagger, more purpose is a hilarious line.
Chapter 31:
Do not take Rodimus away from his creepy shadow. He cannot stand being separated from his creepy shadow— he is lonely.
Chapter 34:
(1) I am going to die of heartbreak.
(2) Rodimus you’re behaving like a toddler.
(3) Mirage doesn’t speak of Skywarp here because for some reason he still believes he will face repercussions for loving a decepticon. Meanwhile, Rodimus (the autobot co-captain of the LL) is glaring at his decepticon boyfriend for ignoring him.
Chapter 35:
Yes, Rodimus your boyfriend is creepy. What else is new.
Ok that’s enough!! Hope they’re entertaining<3
aww thank you!! I definitely smiled all through reading that =D
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To cry over spilled wine III
Diluc x gn reader (pre relationship)
warnings: it's Diluc's turn to receive flowers based off of his vibe, slowburn?, tension and mutual pinning, fluff, sfw
huh? what was that? I'm really late for Diluc's birthday? *fake laughter* timezones am i right? *doges next question* a-anyway enjoy the fic
around 1,5k words, self-edited
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
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You nervously stepped in front of the mahagony door of Angel's Share. Carefully considering backing out the last second, you shook your head and opened the door.
You were working today so you couldn't throw out the flowers without being late. You just need to calm down. It's not a big deal. ...right?
“Good morning!” you called.
Raspy voice that you now knew too well answered: “Morning.”
“Not a morning person, huh?”
“Not when you have to stand here till five and get back to the same spot only a few hours later,” he growled, obviously exhausted.
“Wait but that should have been avoided! Wasn't Charles on shift yesterday?”
“He wasn't feeling well the last week so i sent him home. We can't have him infecting customers now, can we?”
“That's fair but you should have called me. I wasn't busy at all.”
“I won't be overwhelming you this soon after your inju-” his confession of worry stopped the moment he noticed the bouquet in your hands, “what are the flowers for? Did you receive a love confession on your way here?”
You laughed. Oh, he could listen to that sound for ages! What a melody.
“No, I didn't. I picked them myself.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I have someone in mind who is most suitable to receive them today,” you looked at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“And who might that be?”
“You, of course.”
He froze. One would think that pyro vision holders would be unable to do so, but alas.
He cleared his throat before he spoke. Archons knew he needed it. “I- Ah, me? What for?”
“Isn't it your birthday today?”
“Well, yes-”
“Very well then,” you came closer to him, only the counter keeping some space between the two of you now, and smiling you said, “happy birthday Diluc.”
You offered him Windwheels tied together with beautiful black ribbon.
“Thank you,” he said while taking the bouquet with his cheeks gaining some colour.
“Don't mention it. You know, I think I know what you meant the other day.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was thinking about it and I came to the conclusion that you look like a windwheel kind of person.”
Your matter of fact statement made him laugh. You couldn't remember when was the last time you got anything more than a chuckle out of him. This was completely different. You wished this moment had no end, however it ended with his gaze softly resting on your features while fond smile found its way towards his lips. You couldn't be able to remember your own name if someone had asked you in that moment. Your mind was too occupied with his breathtaking presence.
“I can't say you're wrong,“ he finally replied, “I am indeed considerably fond of these.”
“I'm glad,” you smiled, “do you have anything planned for today by the way?”
“Pardon?”
“I was just wondering if you're doing anything special. It's your birthday afterall.”
“Uh, truthfully, I'm not really celebratory type. I don't do anything out of the ordinary...”
“No way!”
“Yes...”
“Not even a cake?”
“Adelaide usually prepares my favourites for dinner but that's about it.”
“Doesn't that feel lonely?”
“I'm used to it by now.”
“That doesn't answer my question, you know.”
When he remains quiet you sigh and speak once more.
“I am certainly not trying to overstep, but maybe you should try it out? I mean, change of long lasting routine can feel pretty refreshing. Especially in this case.”
He seems to be lost for words so he clears his throat to steady himself and changes the subject by pointing towards the flowers: “I better put them into a vase, it would be shame to let them wither.”
The Windwheels were placed on the table in Diluc's private room upstairs and the long day at the tavern slowly began. You'd be lying if you were to say that you didn't steal a glance or two at Diluc, wondering if your words didn't upset him.
Diluc on the other hand was wondering if his lack of response came off as rude. He was thinking of many ways to make it up to you. Maybe he should take your advice and try out some celebration? Wouldn't that be too sudden though? Who would he even invite? His estranged brother? He'd surely show up for the alkohol if not anything else but that would destroy the entire purpose of it, no? Should he invite just you? Archons, would you even say yes?
Both of you lost in your own minds locked eyes several times throughout the evening. You were too busy and didn't even realise when it was time to close the place. Suddenly the number of customers was rapidly decreasing, leaving only passed out patrons on a few tables.
You were about to escort them out when a deep voice spoke right beside you: “I'll take care of them. You can start cleaning up the bar.”
“Alright.”
While taking out sleeping drunks he had more than enough time to rethink his idea of inviting you over. It might seem improper to do it in such spontaneous manner, especially this late at night. Maybe he should settle on tommorow? Yes. That sounds good enough. Doesn't it? Oh, what was he even thinking? If only he knew... When he entered the warmth of the tavern again he noticed you'd already started cleaning the tables and he felt a little bad for not hurrying up to lend you a hand. And right after gaining some foolish confidence he spoke.
“I've been considering your proposal of changing things up a little...”
“Aand..?” you expectantly looked at him.
“And I think it could serve some benefit.”
“Yes, absolutely!” you cheered him on.
“Are you free tomorrow evening?”
“I don't think I have anything planned, no...”
“In that case, would you care to join me for dinner?”
You thought your heart stopped beating for a moment and you looked at him with wide eyes full of surprise. You didn't even dare to guess how much progressed the blush you felt raise to your face was.
“B-birthday dinner I mean! With cake and everything. You don't have to bring anything with you, of course, you've already given me the flowers, ah, I- I don't like large gatherings so I thought one-on-one hangout would be much better...” he added quickly, noticing your shocked expression.
“Of course, I'd love to.” you smiled after what felt like eternity to him.
But in all honesty, you were just trying not to make a fool of yourself and compose your mind before you spoke anything to Diluc in that moment.
“I'm looking forward to seeing you. Can I pick you up at six? Walk to the winery isn't that far off and i think it might be quite a sceneric route.”
“Suits me. However, I'd feel rather uncomfortable with not bringing a present, how about just some trinket?”
“No! No, I couldn't stand for you going through even more trouble to get me something, your presence alone is more than enough,” he assured you with reddened ears.
“Is there geniuenly nothing I could assist you with or help? I don't view it as trouble in the slightest, in fact, picking gifts for people is my area of expertise dare I say.”
He thinks for a moment, while wiping clean remaining empty glasses. And a tought strikes him.
“Well, if you insist, you could indulge me in a chess match. I haven't played with anyone other than my butler for some time now.”
“Yes. It would be my pleasure.”
“I'm glad. You strike me as someone with strategic thinking, I have high hopes for our duel of wits,” he says, to what you chuckle.
“I wouldn't overestimate me if I were you. But I promise to do my best.”
You finally finished the clean up and couldn't help but feel disappointed that you can't continue your idle conversation. The end of today though would only mean start of the following day, which meant dinner with Diluc Ragnividr. And for that, you couldn't wait.
“I think that's everything for today. I'll walk you home today.”
“You don't have to-”
“I insist. I know you can handle yourself but knowing you got home safe would put my mind at ease. Especially this early after that incident.”
“...alright,” you agreed after a moment of hesitation. You couldn't say no to him. Not when his mind was this set on it.
He locked the door and followed you closely. It might have been just your wishful thinking, but you could've sworn he walked closer to you than usual. You could practically feel the warmth he emitted and if you moved your hand only a few inches closer you could intertwine your fingers, like it was the most natural action in the world. How would it feel, you wondered, his gloves against your skin. You didn't see his bare hands much, if ever, and you lost yourself in toughts of him and possibilities of tommorow's dinner.
After wishing each other good night, both of you suddenly realised you won't be able to fall asleep that easily tonight. With excitement and anxiety eating at your soul, dreams won't dare to enter your mind also.
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Whatta Man
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AN: Well folks, I've beaten my own record for length of a one-shot. I could have posted this as a mini-series, but didn't want to tease y'all.
This is full of filth and I am not sorry in the slightest. This is a no-powers AU.
Mood board by me, dividers by @firefly-graphics and beta'd by my dream team.
Master list here
Pairing: CamBoy Sam x Fem Room-mate reader, Nat x Steve (Background)
Word count: 11k
CW: Fluff, Angst and SMUT!!! (inc both male and female masturbation, the former described in a lot of detail)
MINORS DNI
Do not copy/transfer/transform this work. If you see it posted anywhere but here or on my AO3 (Late_to_the_party_81) it has been taken without my consent.
“You want me to do what?”
Your voice rose to a high squeak as you processed what Nat had just asked. Your roommate at least had the decency to hide her face behind her hands, and peek at you from between her fingers.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but Steve’s place is rented, and I own this apartment. It just makes more sense for him to move in with me than the other way around.”
You weren’t angry with her; far from it. You were pleased that her relationship with Steve had progressed to the next level and they were moving in together, but the fact that it meant that you had to move out had your head in a spin. You’d moved in with her two years ago when her younger sister, Yelena, had left to go to college and you were desperate to get out of your parent’s house.
You twisted your sweater sleeves around your hands as you tried to process everything.
“So, erm, I suppose I ought to start looking for somewhere else?”
You really didn’t want to have to move back in with your parents; you and your mom were too alike to be able to get on for longer than a few days.
“Well… about that. Steve and Sam have still got 9 months left on their lease, so Sam will be looking for someone to share with. Gives you a bit more breathing room and would make moving much easier.”
Nat’s suggestion made sense. You didn’t know Steve’s roommate Sam that well; he tended to keep to himself, but you’d never heard any complaints from Steve about him. Could you move in with a man you barely knew, even if his friends and yours could vouch for him? Well, when the other option was your parents, the answer was a resounding “Yes!”.
“Let’s hang out, the four of us. If I feel that Sam is someone I can live with for the short term, then we can set up a moving date.”
Nat squealed and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you and knocking you back on the sofa cushions. She peppered kisses all over your face, leaving red lipstick marks.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at her over-enthusiastic gratitude. And anyway, how bad could living with Sam be?
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Bad, that’s what it was.
Okay, maybe you were being a bit over dramatic, but compared to what you were used to with Nat, living with Sam was, well, lonely.
With Nat, you ate meals together, watched films, and binged box sets together. You went out shopping, and whilst you know those trips would still continue, they were currently on hiatus as Nat and Steve were presumably christening every single surface in the apartment. That was an image you really wished you weren’t having.
You'd obviously seen a lot of Sam on the day that you moved in. He’d smiled genuinely at you, thanking you again for saving him from the horror of posting for a roommate, and you’d answered in kind. Then he used the impressive muscles that he (unfortunately) kept covered up under a t-shirt to move your boxes from the hallway into Steve's old, and now your new, room.
“I, um, made Steve bleach and vacuum before he left.”
You’d chuckled at that, and he’d continued to smile. He was a very charming man, and you’d have been blind not to notice how physically attractive he was. However, since that day, you’d barely run into him. He left the house early every weekday morning for a run, a routine that he’d had before he’d met Steve, and which he and Steve had continued together. You had no idea if Steve was still joining Sam or not.
By the time he came back, you were on your way out to work. In a sweet gesture, he always seemed to come back with a coffee for you, and as you weren’t a morning person, it was greatly appreciated. You knew he had a day job, some kind of cycling delivery person, and you guessed that was one of the ways he stayed in such excellent shape. He also had some other kind of job, something computer based that he did a couple of evenings a week, including Friday evenings. He glossed over it, saying it was rather mundane and boring, but paid the bills.
Three weeks in and you’d only shared a handful of meals together and two movies. Oh well, it was a different dynamic, and it would take time to find your feet. You vowed to make more of an effort, and that would start tonight. You went grocery shopping on your way home from work, picking up the ingredients you would need to make your signature dish: sausage and red wine casserole with creamed potatoes, a selection of greens and a baked cheesecake, New York style of course.
You were just testing the cheesecake with a skewer when the door opened, heralding Sam’s return.
“Hey Roomie, what’s smelling so good?”
You’d planned to answer eloquently but you were momentarily struck dumb. Sam’s cycling gear, white and red in colour, was skin tight, showing off his muscular frame. The skin that wasn’t covered had a slight sweaty sheen to it, evidence of Sam’s hard work. His protective eye goggles were pushed up on his head, and the cords of his earphones dangled over his chest as he removed them. Jesus Christ, you could see his nipples through his shirt, it was that tight…
“I… um…”
Your brain finally rebooted, and you managed to process his question, plastering a smile on your face as you answered.
“Sausage casserole and cheesecake. I was thinking, you know, we haven’t had much time to hang out; maybe it would be nice to eat together tonight. I’m not sure what your and Steve’s routine was, but Nat and I would eat together fairly regularly.” You looked away from him to slide the cheesecake back in the oven, glad that it gave you a moment to compose yourself. Your appreciation of his attractiveness could not be allowed to morph into a crush. That would not be good.
“Sounds good, Squishmallow.” You turned back to face him and rolled your eyes.
“Really, Sam? Just cos I have a few…”
He chuckled at you, the sound deep and melodious and somehow making your core vibrate with want. Shit.
“A few? Girl, you got more of those things than Toys 'R' Us.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, gesticulating with the spoon you’d been using to stir the casserole.
“Hey… they’re cute and nice to cuddle.”
He leant over the kitchen counter, grabbed a fork and pinched a piece of sausage out of the pot on the burner.
“You need to get out more, Squishy. I’m gonna go have a shower. Looking forward to dinner. A guy could get used to this, you know.”
He sauntered away towards his room, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his ass as he walked away. Maybe spending more time together wasn’t going to be the best idea…
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The front door closed with a bang, galvanising you into action in your bedroom, where you had been laying, post shower, tired from work.
“Squishy? I’ve got the take-out.”
You pulled on your sleep shorts and shirt and walked into the living room.
“Stop calling me that, Sam.”
“Nope! Now it looks like you haven’t picked a film for us to watch, so you forfeit.”
He placed the bag of take-out on the coffee table and flopped down, full-length, onto the sofa, grabbing the remote and starting to flick through the channels. You picked up one of the cushions and smacked him with it.
“Hey, no fair!”
“Way fair! But if you make me a cup of coffee, I may relent.”
A disgruntled snort was your reply, but you still moved to the kitchenette and put the kettle on the stove for your tea and turned on the coffee machine for Sam.
“Don’t pick anything too scary, Sam. You know I’m a wuss.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”
You were glad he was facing away from you so he didn’t see the shudder that ran through your body at the use of the pet name.
Over the last month, after the dinner that you’d made, you and Sam had been spending more time together. Whilst it was never going to be the same as living with Nat (you missed having someone to review your outfits with), you and Sam had settled into something… well, nice.
A couple of times a week you’d take turns to either making or picking up dinner, and when your schedules allowed, you’d watch a film together. It was Thursday today, and tomorrow night you were heading on out with some of the girls at work, and Sam had his evening job.
Finishing the drinks, you carried the mugs through. To celebrate having had you as a roommate for a month, Sam had brought you a mug, covered in pictures of squishmallows. In response, you’d bought him a bike mug with double entendre statements across it, which had made him laugh.
You placed the mugs down next to the takeout bag and then motioned for him to move his legs so you could sit on the sofa.
“So, what are we watching?” You questioned him as you unpacked the white cardboard containers from the bag. “And did you get my noodles?”
“Yes, oh Mallow dictator, I got your precious noodles! What about a classic? Fifth Element? Or the Mummy?”
“Ooh, the Mummy! I’ve not seen it in ages.”
With your noodle box in hand, you tucked your legs up under you and watched as Sam selected the film.
“Question for you, Sammy. Rachel Weisz, Brendan Fraser or Oded Fehr?”
Sam caught you in an amused glare and let out a huff.
“What kind of question is that? The answer to that question is always ‘yes’, but you forgot about Patricia Valazquez.”
“Gold body paint!” You chanted together before collapsing into giggles.
“Correct. Any other answer and I would have had to disavow you as my roommate.”
As the opening credits began to roll, you cosied down next to Sam to enjoy the misadventures of Evie, Rick and Jonathan with Ardeth rolling his eyes at them every chance he got.
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Lights flashed and the bass-line thumped as you made your way across the night club towards the ladies room. Friday night and you were out with your girls. God, you’d needed this; it had been too long, and whilst Sam was great to hang out with, you couldn’t have a good gossip with him in the same way. You hoped work wasn’t too onerous for him tonight. You were glad you didn’t have to do a tele-marketing job from home to make ends meet; your office job might not be the most exciting, but it paid enough and was good and steady.
There were about eight of you out from work, and it had been a riotous evening so far. You were all well lubricated with wine, vodka and gin and had now come to the club to dance off your drunken energy. You and your friend, Sophie, finally found your way through the cavernous space to the washroom, and after doing the necessary, you both fixed your make-up before heading back to the rest of the group. You found them at your table, all giggling and half leaning over each other to look at the phone that Helen, one of the others, was holding.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Cassie lifted her head, grinning.
“Helen was showing us this Camboy feed she discovered, and -phew-ee- is this guy hot! Come on, Hel; show her.”
The group shuffled around in the booth as Helen rewound the video and passed it across so you and Sophie could watch. The video started with the camera pointing at a backdrop, a light orange colour, which you thought was a strange choice until the man walked into frame. His face wasn’t in the shot, but the background showed off his skin tone to perfection. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up and the buttons straining against his broad chest. Tan leather pistol holders were visible across his shoulders, with matching bracers on his lower arms and brown pants held up with a leather belt.
“Wooooo, he’s doing a Rick O’Connell cosplay.”
Sophie let out an appreciative whistle. Something niggled at the back of your mind, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away as the man swayed and rolled his hips to the camera in time to the music he had on in the background. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out from where it was tucked into his trousers, the fabric fluttering. One broad hand slid down his front, drawing attention to his pecs and abdominals. He slid the holsters off his shoulders so that the shirt could follow. It stopped briefly when it was half off so he could flex his biceps and show how the fabric tightened around them.
You shuffled in your seat. He hadn’t even got to the good part yet, and you were already involuntarily clenching your thighs together for some relief against the pulsing inside your underwear. Next the guy, USFalcon, according to his handle, slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling it slowly from the loops, before folding it in half and snapping it together, making a cracking noise. The sound made a dart of electricity zing straight to your clit.
“Fuck; imagine this guy tying you up with that belt!” It was like Sophie was vocalising your inner thoughts.
With the belt discarded, he ran his thumbs around the waist band of the pants, teasing his viewers as his fingers ghosted over the button, a button that was starting to show the strain against the now obvious bulge under the fabric.
“Come on. Come on.”
It took a moment for you to realise that it was you talking under your breath. Christ, it was obviously far too long since you’d last gotten laid if you were getting this wound up watching some anonymous guy do a strip tease on the internet.
Your attention was brought back to the screen as he finally, finally, popped the button and lowered the zip. The pants clung to his thick thighs, and he pushed them down to reveal a pair of somewhat anachronistic white boxer briefs, but at this point you didn’t care. The stretch cotton showed more than it revealed; it might have well been painted on. God, it reminded you of Sam and his cycling gear.
“Fucking Christ!”
Helen leant over to you. “Wait until he takes them off…”
You didn’t have to wait that much longer though. He teased himself and the viewers first, his hands running over his body again, including his clothed cock. When a small wet patch appeared on his underwear you swore you almost came in your own panties. You wanted to lean inside the screen and suck on the fabric. Then he pushed them down and off, letting his cock bob unimpeded for a few seconds in front of the camera.
Fuck, you’d never felt this level of desire before, and you could feel your cheeks heat. USFalcon’s cock could only be described as beautiful; slightly longer than average, but the girth! Just thinking about it had you clenching, imagining being split apart on it. The tip of it was cut and weeping salty pearls.
You felt a finger on your chin and your eyes darted to the side. Helen pressed under your jaw, closing your slack mouth. “Girl, you’re drooling. Do you and USFalcon need some alone time?”
“I’m telling you now; this guy has a new fan!”
“I can tell.”
You returned your attention as USFalcon drizzled some lube over his gorgeous cock before wrapping his hand round it. He slowly moved his hand up and down his length, coating it in the slippery fluid. His movements then became firmer and faster, his spare hand trailing over his body, teasing his dark, pebbled nipples. You wished you had earbuds in, so you could hear the sounds he was making, but you already knew you were going to watch this again when you got home; you were dying to get your hand inside your panties.
You could almost imagine the breathy moans coming from him as he worked his cock. You could see his defined abdominals clenching, his heavy balls twitching. You crossed your legs under the table, squeezing your own thighs together as you watched him cum, ropes of his white spend running down his cock and fingers as he worked himself through his orgasm.
You slumped back in the booth.
“Damn!”
You heard everyone around you chuckling at your outburst. Someone, you weren’t sure who, placed a shot down in front of you, and you knocked it back, shuddering as the alcohol burned your throat.
You slammed the glass down on the table.
“Okay, ladies. Time to dance! I’ve got some frustrations to work out.”
You all laughed some more, before heading across the rather sticky floor to continue partying until the small hours. When you finally got home you were too drunk and tired to make good on your promise to yourself to watch the video again, but if you happened to have an interesting dream where USFalcon, dressed as Rick O'Connell, but with Sam’s face rescued you, dressed like Evie, from evil mummies - well that was no-one’s business but your own.
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“I’m never drinking again…”
Your pathetic moan fell from your lips as you wrapped your pillow around your head in an attempt to keep your brain from running out of your ears.
There was a series of soft taps on your door, but to your hungover senses it sounded like a series of gunshots. You hunkered down under your bedding, squeezing your eyes tight, letting out a pathetic moan.
You heard your door open and a soft chuckle made its way across to you.
“Feeling a bit delicate, Squishy?”
“Fuck off, Wilson.”
Another chuckle and then your sensitive ears heard him making his way across the room. A clunk and a rattle sounded on your bedside table before your mattress dipped, indicating he was now sitting on it. You pulled back the covers enough so Samuel could see part of your face and you opened one eye.
“Loving the panda-eye. You too drunk to take off your make-up last night?”
“What do you think?”
You glared at him the best you could with one unfocused eye.
“I’m surprised you didn’t wake the whole building when you came in last night. I think you were shouting that you were Evie, and you were wondering where Rick was. I don’t think you should watch The Mummy again anytime soon…”
You groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket back over your head.
“Anyway, I’ll leave you to suffer. I brought you some water and some meds. Let me know if you need anything. I don’t have a delivery shift today, so I’ll be around.”
You mumbled out a thanks and heard him leave, pulling the door gently closed behind him. You shuffled yourself out of your cocoon enough to take the painkillers, nausea rushing through you as you sat up enough to not choke on them.
“Fuck..”
You collapsed back down, the world still spinning and you closed your eyes, passing out again in a matter of minutes.
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It was late afternoon when you woke up again. There was another glass of water, a glass of apple juice and a wrapped sandwich on the table beside you. Bless Sam, you thought. After sitting up and eating your snack, with more hunger than you thought you had, you realised that you were also feeling better than you had any right to.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to your en-suite, grimacing when you saw your dishevelled state in the mirror. Not only did you have an amazing panda-eye going on, one of your false eyelashes had moved itself to adhere to your eyebrow. You peeled it off with a hiss, wincing as it took a couple of hairs with it.
You turned on the shower as you peeled off the t-shirt you’d somehow made your way into last night and your underwear. As you waited for the water to warm, you giggled to yourself remembering the video you’d watched and how it had made you feel.
Making your way under the scalding spray, you relished in the feeling of the water cascading over your body. You scrubbed away the sweat and the dirt of the night before and as you did you ran over what you remembered of USFalcon’s video. The snippets you recalled made you warm and tingly all over. You exited the shower and secured your towel around you, returning to your bed. You wrinkled your nose as it got a waft of sour alcohol sweat; you’d need to change your sheets before going back to bed later, but it would wait for now. You grabbed your tablet and typed in the address of the internet site that hosted USFalcon’s videos.
In order to view them, you’d have to sign up. You tapped your finger against your lips as you pondered an anonymous username that suited you. Inspiration struck and you typed it in, popped in your card details and smiled as you made it through the entry portal. It seemed that this guy had been posting videos one to two times a week for the past eight months. That was a lot of material.
You grinned to yourself. This should keep you occupied for a while. You scrolled up and down. The video you’d watched last night was his latest, streamed live and then posted earlier on in the evening. Getting comfortable on your bed, you connected your earbuds and pressed play.
It was as good as you remembered, and it wasn’t long until your fingers were working feverishly over your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched that strong hand working up and down the cock of your dreams. With your earbuds in, you could now hear the sounds this man made, and they were delicious. Small grunts accompanied the movement of his hand until he came with a long moan. You bit your own lip as you came, not wanting Sam to be aware of what you were up to, because that would just be utterly embarrassing.
Yes, you thought. You were going to have great fun watching this guy’s videos. You wondered what sort of ‘show’ he would do next. You checked his schedule and saw that he was due to post again on Monday. Until then, you’d just have to manage with his back-catalogue…
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Sunday you hung out with Nat, meeting her for brunch, although you just stuck to orange juice, your hangover having only just left you.
She asked how you were getting along with Sam. You admitted he was good fun, although not a patch on her, but that you were adjusting. You didn’t mention how he was distractingly attractive, because you didn’t want her trying to take the mickey or set you up. Nor did you mention your new wank bank material, you didn’t want her to think you were pathetic, lusting over some anonymous guy you were never going to meet.
In return you quizzed her about whether she and Steve were out of the honeymoon phase. Her coy smile and the way her cheeks pinked showed they weren’t, and you cackled so loudly other patrons stared at your table. After stuffing your faces with English muffins, smoked salmon and eggs multiple ways and earning the disapproval of the maître d', you said goodbye with a lingering hug and a promise to meet up again soon.
When you got home Sam was lounging on the sofa, watching football. You hadn’t seen him yesterday afternoon after your ‘self-care’ session, or this morning when you’d headed out to meet Nat.
“Hey Sam, whatcha doin’?”
You lifted up his legs, sat down on the sofa and placed his socked feet back on your lap.
“Chillin’. Watching the Saints whup the Falcons.”
If he felt you start at the word falcon, he didn’t show it.
“Like, the Saint’s are my boys, but really, the Falcons fucking suck this season, and it just makes it boring for everyone.”
He decreased the TV volume and turned all his attention on you.
“Have a good catch-up with Nat? Steve texted me and we went for a run while you two stuffed your faces.”
“Yes, it was great! She and Steve are still sickenly in love…”
Sam snorted. “Don’t I fucking know it. He needs another topic of conversation…”
“But we did agree that we should all meet up to do something together. What are your plans for next Saturday?”
“Nothin’ at all, Squish.”
“How about a day out on Coney Island? I haven't been there in ages.” You barely waited for his answer before you were texting Nat to set up the plans. You didn’t notice Sam looking at you as if he were trying to observe the very depths of your soul.
“There we go”, you announced. “All organised. They’ll come here at 10am and then we can all catch the train together.”
“I have to say, you’re looking a lot better today than you did yesterday.”
You dipped your head, embarrassed. “Um, yeah, not my finest hour. Thanks for not taking the piss too much and bringing me that snack.”
Sam shifted, swinging his legs off your lap and turning so he was sitting next to you, bringing you into a side hug.
“No problem. I gotta look after my Squishy, otherwise how will I get awesome food cooked for me? And anyway, I thought you might need energy for whatever you were gonna get up to once you woke properly. Was I right?”
You peered at him, slightly confused. What was he getting at? A jolt of panic shot through you; had he heard you ‘entertaining’ yourself?
“I…um…well it gave me the energy to have a shower, change the sheets and go back to bed, so…um…yes, you were right…”
He looked back at you and for a moment you were lost in the depths of his eyes. Then, without warning, he got up, heading over to the kitchen and putting the kettle on.
“Tea?” He asked as he got your mugs down from the cupboard? “I’m gonna make a coffee then I got some prep work I gotta do before work tomorrow evening.”
“What about the game?” You turned to look at the screen, only to see that the match had come to end, the Falcons having suffered the most embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Saints. For some reason you were a bit sad, part of you had been rooting for the team. Get a grip, just because they have the same name as your current obsession…
Sam placed your mug on the coffee table, and then to your surprise dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “See you in a bit, Squish. You doing dinner or am I?”
“I’ll do meatloaf - if you go out and get some red wine. We’re all out.” You answered without thinking, head still reeling over the soft kiss.
“Sure thing, later.”
He closed his door firmly, and you sat there, somewhat dazed at the moment of domesticity between you. Fuck. You needed a boyfriend, or at least a good dicking down; you were starting to get housewife fantasies over your roommate…
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Monday afternoon and you knew you had to get a handle on yourself. You knew you had a tendency to hyper-fixate on new things, but you’d spent nearly all day preoccupied about USFalcon’s stream this evening. You’d treated yourself to watching another of his old ones last night; from Halloween, where he’d been wearing a white leather harness with wings attached and a white, shiny thong. He made dressing as an angel so sinful.
But tonight, as you were going to watch live, you could tip him in real-time, send messages about what he was doing and what you liked. Yeah, other folk were going to be doing that too, but it still felt more intimate.
There had been something though, as you’d watched last night. Some kind of niggling feeling. It teased at your brain like a familiar smell, or a word that was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t quite get out. Familiar and unknown all at the same time. You tried not to worry; your brain liked to play tricks on you on a regular basis and you knew it would come to you eventually.
When you got home, Sam was in his room, his cycling shoes with the cleats discarded in the vicinity of the shoe rack. You tutted your yourself and straightened them, mainly so you didn’t cut yourself on the sharp metal. It was 6pm and the live stream was due to start at 8.30pm. At least you wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse to abandon Sam; his evening job started at 8pm so he wouldn’t be around to walk in on you. You knocked on his door though.
“Sam, I’m back!”
He opened his door slightly, sticking his head through the gap. He looked a bit stressed, which wasn’t normal for him.
“Hey, Squish… I ordered for pizza, if that’s okay? I’m right in the middle of something important, so when it gets here can you just pop mine outside my door? Might be able to talk later if you’re still up when my shift finishes.”
You had to admit you were taken aback. This wasn’t the normal Sam you knew, but then again, work kicked everyone’s ass on occasion so you decided to cut him some slack.
“Um, yeah. Sure thing. Have a good shift, and you know, if you ever wanna vent, you know where I am.”
He grinned, and your stomach flipped.
“You gonna be my Mallowy therapist now?”
You stuck out your tongue in reply and made your way down the hall to your room, all to the sound of his deep chuckle and click of his room door closing.
An hour later and you’d had your shower and dressed yourself in a comfy sleep set. You’d make a drink whilst waiting for the pizza to arrive.
You took your mug off the draining board and dried it with a dish cloth before deciding to make Sam a drink to go with his pizza as well.
The kettle was squealing as the doorbell rang so you quickly turned the stove off before going to answer the door. Luckily, Sam had paid when he’d ordered and you took the boxes from the delivery guy with a smile before kicking the door closed. You made the drinks and went and knocked on Sam’s door.
“Pizza’s here!”
You shouted through the closed door. Your ears picked up some shuffling sounds and a strange scraping and then a somewhat muffled response.
“Ah, just leave it outside the door. I’m just a bit tied up for a moment.”
“Want me to bring it in?”
You swore you heard a strangled squeak, before his muffled voice sounded again.
“No, no, that’s okay. Outside is fine…”
He really was acting strange this evening.
“Well, okay then. Have… um… have a good shift.”
You placed his pizza and mug of coffee outside his door, collected your own from the kitchen, and retreated to your room. As you ate, you set up your laptop, your good headphones, and your favourite toys and lube from your bottom drawer. As the clock approached 8.30, you cleared away your pizza box and mug, washed your hands, and then returned to your bed, laying out a towel.
You clicked on USFalcon’s page and a video window popped up with a countdown timer. You whipped off your pyjama shirt and shimmied out of your shorts, comfortable on your bed in just your underwear. The countdown hit zero and the video faded in to show the familiar backdrop and what looked like a velvet draped high backed chair. Music started to play, something exotic and evocative.
When USFalcon’s distinctive body sashayed into the frame your mouth dropped. His skin, so delicious looking normally, was covered in a layer of gold body paint, stylised black geometric patterns gracing his arms, chest and thighs, some kind of furred cloth covering his groin.
His head was in shot this time, but he had a mask covering his eyes, with a fine gauze attached to it, reminiscent of belly dancers, so that all his features were hidden. Then it hit you- apart from his mask and veil, he’d recreated another outfit from The Mummy; this time Anaksunamun.
The part of your brain that housed the niggling feeling started up again. You watch the Mummy with Sam and then you discover a sexy cam boy cos-playing the characters? What were the chances? No, it must be just a coincidence; with Brendan Fraser back in the public consciousness there had been a resurgence in interest in the film. That must be it.
A shake of USFalcon’s hips made you return your attention to the screen. He was putting on a little dance swaying to the music and rolling his hips. Fuck, you could wash laundry on his abs, should you feel so inclined!
He ghosted his palms across his nipples making the dark nubs pebble up, and all you could think about was biting them. His thumbs danced delicately around the thin cord holding up his furry ‘thong’, drawing attention to the gold metal cuffs around his wrists and the rings on his fingers. You could imagine how the cold metal would feel against your skin; taking hold of your arms, stroking up your thighs, wrapping around your throat…
You slid your hand down across your stomach and into your panties, finding your pussy already dripping. You started to slowly circle your clit as you turned your attention back to the screen. The thong dropped away, and you sucked in a breath; the gold body paint and black line work extended down that beautiful cock. The lighting in the room made it shine and you couldn’t hold back your own moan as you took it all in. You leant across to the laptop and clicked the button to send a tip.
He didn’t immediately take hold of himself, but slowly shimmied around in a circle, showing off his tight buttocks and the design that extended over them. He definitely got points for maximum effort and dedication to his fans. When he finished his turn he backed up, seating himself on the edge of the chair, legs wide apart. Reaching briefly out of frame, he pulled his hand back to show a small gold ewer. He tipped it up, a drizzle of oil spilling out into his palm. He placed his hand between his splayed legs and you swore your heart stopped as he started to circle around the furled muscle of his hole, smearing the oil over his flesh. He leant back in the chair, abs tensing, cock bobbing as he let out a salacious moan as his finger pressed in.
“Fuuuuck…”
Your own finger pressed into your wet pussy, your rhythm matching his. His free hand rubbed across his chest, the black lines of paint smearing as he squeezed his pec and plucked at his nipple. You copied that action too. When he added a second finger, you did as well, the coil of desire inside you tightening. He trailed his hand down his body, across his abs, until he took hold of his cock. He looked so debauched, head thrown back, fingers pressed tight inside him, body paint smeared across his chest and now his engorged length. Your own hand moved to your clit.
Another punched out moan came from him as he pressed a third finger into himself, an answering whine falling from your own lips. His hips rolled on the chair as he fisted himself in time with the thrust of his fingers. His sounds were so restrained; you wished he would let himself go, let himself fully vocalise his pleasure. You imagined how he would sound, in tandem with you, your cries merging together in an erotic symphony as you worked yourselves together towards your peaks, eyes locked…
You couldn’t stifle the sound that came from you as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching on your fingers, your hips snapping up as each wave of pleasure rolled through your body. As you sagged back into your pillows you realised that USFalcon was still somehow going. The man had stamina!
Wiping your hands on the towel, you deposited another tip on his account. You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure his head turned to the side briefly, as if he was watching his computer screen. He twisted the wrist between his thighs, that deep grunt signally he was nearing his own end. You imagined he was having to bite down on his lip as the hand on his cock stuttered once, twice and then he was cumming, the sticky fluid destroying the rest of the body paint on his cock.
He lay replete for a few moments, probably gathering his thoughts before he withdrew his fingers from his body and sat up. He stared into the camera and there was something about his eyes, the way they felt familiar, and as though he was staring straight at you. He got up from the chair, sauntering towards the camera, before moving behind it. His body paint was smeared from sweat and from being rubbed against the velvet covering the chair, and he looked like sex personified.
As the screen faded to black he must have nudged the camera a bit, as a different bit of the room came into focus for a moment. You froze, hand reaching out to close down the browser window. You felt the blood drain from your face.
No…
I couldn’t be…
Your eyes must have been deceiving you…
You didn’t just see the handle of a very distinctive mug in the edge of the shot.
You couldn’t rewind to check; you’d have to wait until USFalcon uploaded the video to his archive page. Then you’d be able to freeze frame that point, that’s if he didn’t edit it out. You got up, went to the bathroom, and washed yourself up before returning to your room and tidying your bed. Navigating to the archive, you pressed the refresh button, but the latest video didn’t appear. To be fair, he was probably still recovering himself.
Leaving your room you snuck down the corridor on tiptoes. Pausing outside Sam’s door, you pressed your ear against the wood. You could hear some kind of music, but it was so faint you couldn’t make it out. Should you knock? But if you were wrong, and he was working, you’d be disturbing him.
You carried on down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water and quietly returning to your room. It was getting on for 9.30pm by now, and you had to be up early for work.
Flopping down on your bed, you grabbed your book and tried to read, breaking off to refresh the web page every few minutes. You picked up your phone, pondering, before sending off a text. You placed down your phone and worried the tip of your thumb with your mouth. An insistent buzzing a few moments later had you snatching it back up.
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You peered at the screen, willing it to give up some more information of its own accord. Was he just being his usual friendly and cheeky self, or did he mean anything specific with that comment? You were confused and anxious.
You tapped refresh again to no avail, going back to your book and reading the same paragraph over and over. Eventually you threw it to the side in frustration. You went and cleaned your teeth and face and on your return were finally rewarded. The video was loaded.
You clicked on it, muting the sound and moving the scroll bar along to the last minute. You tried not to focus on the sight of his cock and his hands working himself, your brain telling you to feel embarrassed, not horny, as you watched him come. You tried to focus on the parts of his body you might recognise. The hands maybe?
When you rewatched him gaze into the camera, you were almost 100% certain, there was no mistaking those eyes. Then he got up and the camera jolted and you paused the video. And there it was.
Not a figment of your imagination.
You almost felt as though your throat was going to close up. The black bicycle shaped handle, attached to a grey mug.
There were too many coincidences now for it to just be your imagination. Sam’s second job wasn’t in tele-sales or something like that.
He was a Camboy.
He was your Camboy.
You’d been getting off on watching your roommate - the roommate you might have a teensy crush on - well, getting off too.
Oh fuck.
Did he know you were subscribed? Is that why he made the comment? How were you going to look him in the eye now?
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You managed to get out of the apartment without seeing Sam on Tuesday morning. You heard him go out for his run and threw yourself into gear, making sure you got ready and out, onto the bus at the local stop before he returned. Your colleagues knew something was up, even if your earlier than usual appearance in the office wasn’t a massive clue. They kept needling you but you weren’t talking.
You weren’t sure how you managed not to give yourself away when Helen and Sophie started talking about USFalcon’s latest stream when you all went out to get lunch.
“Well, he obviously enjoys doing it all. Just look at all the time and research he put into his outfit and staging.”
“I wonder if he has a partner and what they think about it.”
“If I was his girl, I’d find it hot and jump him as soon as he finished streaming.”
“I might even ask to join in!”
The pair fell about cackling, no longer noticing how reserved you were.
You spent the rest of the afternoon thinking. Sam was putting himself out there; he was doing this because he wanted to and in the expectation that he’d be seen. You weren’t doing anything wrong in enjoying the material that he was putting out into the public domain. You were a grown woman with a healthy libido and you had nothing to be ashamed of.
Was it awkward?
Okay, a bit. And now you knew it was him you weren’t going to watch again, cos that would just be weird, right?
You still managed to avoid him during the evening, not entirely on purpose. Your mom rang you to catch up and was in one of her chatty moods. The only time you saw Sam was when he knocked on your door to deliver your tub of chow mein. You smiled at him, too distracted by your mom telling you all the details of your second cousin’s latest job venture disaster to remember to act awkward as he passed you the white box, your chopsticks, and your Squishmallow mug full of tea.
You woke on Wednesday morning determined to act more normal with Sam. He was your friend and your roommate and didn’t deserve this cold shoulder treatment from you just because you’d discovered his secret. You greeted him at the door as usual as he came in from his run with your coffee and you were heading out to get your regular bus.
“Hey, Squish, didn’t really see you yesterday. You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I had a load of work on, and then my mom needed to tell me all the gossip from back home. Wanna eat tonight?”
“You cooking?”
He smiled at you, broad and bright, and your stomach flipped. The attraction you’d had for him, that you’d brushed off as just a healthy response to being so close to an attractive man, increased in magnitude. You ducked your head away, trying not to imagine hearing his moans close up, feeling his skin against yours.
“Um, yeah. Thinking something simple like steak and fries?”
“Sounds great. I’ll pick up a tub of ice cream on the way home from that place you like.”
“Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you later; gotta scoot for the bus.”
You were still somewhat reserved throughout your evening together. There were some awkward silences when you’d get lost in your thoughts, staring at him, or you’d get too close to him in the small space of the kitchen and just freeze, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks.
After the meal, when you both went to eat your ice cream whilst sat on the sofa, you kept to your end, legs tucked up, instead of one of your lazy sprawls where you and Sam would end up with your legs tangled together, or you pressed up against his side, using him like a pillow.
Every so often you thought you caught him watching you, a small smile on his face. He couldn’t know you were one of his subscribers, because surely he would’ve mentioned it by now?
As it got late, you got up from the sofa and went to make yourself a bedtime drink. When you walked back past him, towards your bedroom, he reached out his hand and took hold of yours.
“You okay, Squish?”
He thumb rubbed over your knuckles, and he tipped his head back to look up at you from his seat on the couch.
God, why did he have to be so handsome?
“Yeah, um… just tired I guess. Got a lot on my mind.”
“You still up for movie night tomorrow? Thought we could get Indian for a change?”
“Sounds great, Sam. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams, Squishmallow.”
He slowly let go, almost as if he were reluctant to stop touching you, and as you made your way to your room you swore you could feel the prickle of his gaze on your back.
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You bumped the front door closed with your hip, hands holding the carrier bag containing your feast. Meandering your way across the lounge, you placed the bags on the coffee table and started to unpack the various tubs.
“Sam! Can you get the plates and cutlery from the kitchen?” You shouted through to him, knowing he’d ducked into his room when he’d gotten home to get showered and changed.
“Sure thing, Squish.”
You yelped, standing up straight and spinning on the spot as his reply unexpectedly came from closer than you expected. A lot closer. In fact he was right behind you, or rather now, right in front of you. Your nose was almost touching the dip in his collarbone and you were suddenly aware of several things.
Firstly, his skin was still slightly damp from his shower, a few small droplets clinging to him. Secondly, you knew this because he was shirtless. You’d never been this close to him shirtless before, hence why you hadn’t recognised him in that first video, but still, there was no way this beautiful body could belong to anyone else. Thirdly, whatever shower gel he used had a scent in it that was doing things to you. You wanted to breathe him in, rub your face over his chest, scenting him like an animal. Then fourth, and finally, you were aware of the throbbing between your legs, the pulsing of your clit in time with your heartbeat.
“I… um… you…”
He took a step back, a coy smile forming on his lips.
“You alright? You look a bit….warm.”
He turned, going to get the bits from the kitchen, and you just gaped at his back like a fish. He had a pair of grey sweatpants on, hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscles and clinging to his ass. All you could see in your mind’s eye was him touching himself, his abs clenching, makeup smearing…
Get it together, woman.
You shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts and finished opening all the containers before withdrawing to your corner of the couch, feet tucked up under you. As Sam returned from the kitchen, he tapped against your knees with his hand.
“You can’t eat like that.”
You unfolded with a sigh and then started slightly when he sat down right next to you, his thigh pressed up against yours. He placed a plate in your lap and leant across to grab the first foil container, dishing out some of the fragrant food to you before placing the remainder on his plate. Next, he grabbed the remote, quickly flicking to the right streaming service with ease.
“I thought we could continue our appreciation of Brendan Fraser and watch George of the Jungle, whaddya think, Squishy?”
With a mouthful of fish pakora, all you could do was nod.
As you ate and watched the antics of fish out of water, George, you found yourself starting to relax, the awkwardness melting away. Full of food and plates abandoned to the coffee table, you didn’t really notice Sam putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to relax against him. When he laughed along with the film, you could feel the rumble in his chest under your head and your hand where they rested on him. As that awareness came to you, you also realised how smooth his skin was under your fingers and your cheek.
“Which outfit looks sexier? The billowy white shirt and black pants combo, or the leopard-skin loincloth?”
Sam’s question jerked you out of your reverie and you turned your head to look up at him. Which you quickly realised was a mistake. Your faces were close together, his eyes looking directly into yours.
“Um… I think an argument could be made for either. Cos you know, there’s um… something quite erotic about someone being partially covered, you’re… err… teased by what you can’t see. But then the loincloth, yeah, that’s also … umm… good.”
“Girl, are you just constantly horny on main?”
His teasing lightened the air of tension.
“You started it, Wilson!”
You poked him in the chest, and he tightened his arms around you, resting his head against yours. He shifted his body and you settled closer, allowing yourself the indulgence.
“Watch the film, Mallow-girl.”
You tried not to notice how his thumb brushed back and forth across your arm.
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You weren’t going to watch. Nope. You’d only logged on so you could cancel your subscription.
Liar.
It was just a total coincidence that you hadn’t had time to do so until five minutes before his Friday night stream was due to start. Total coincidence.
Liar.
Maybe you’d just wait long enough for it to start and send him a last tip, then you’d unsubscribe.
Pants on fire.
Whatever remaining fragment of good intention you’d had went out of the window when the stream started. The background music was ambient jungle sounds, and when his body moved into shot you didn’t know whether to cuss him out or melt into a puddle, because now you knew why he’d asked you about George’s outfits last night.
Framed without his head in view, he wore a billowy white shirt and tight, black dress pants, that were already straining. He circled his hips as he slowly undid the buttons on the bottom half of the shirt. He ran his hands up and down his body and round his waist in an imitation of a lover's touch. The shirt fluttered to the floor as he continued to caress himself, teasing his nipples into stiffened peaks.
You couldn’t draw your eyes away now. You’d touched that chest, albeit innocently. You knew how warm his skin was, how soft, yet also firm, it felt.
His hips swayed from side to side as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quickly shoving them down his thighs to reveal a straining leopard print thong underneath. You felt like you were gonna have heart failure.
He turned sideways to the camera, bending back slightly, hips thrust forwards, as he drizzled oil over his pecs, and slowly started to oil up his body. His hand slid inside the thong, cupping and caressing himself, but then pulled back out without really revealing anything.
He then turned his back to the camera, and once again, swinging his hips, showed off his firm, high buttocks as his fingers slid under the thin waistband of the thong. He teased the camera by pulling it down slightly, then back up, before bending forward to show his back, shoulders and back of his head, and pulling the scrap of fabric down. Fuck, you wanted to eat his ass; it looked fucking delicious.
Turning back to the side, the oiled front of his body shining under the lights, he reached off screen, hand returning holding a masturbation sleeve. He must’ve already prepped it because he slid it over his cock with a moan, and started to thrust his hips up, fucking himself into the lubed, textured silicone. The sleeve was opaque, and you got a thrill from watching him move through it, the tip of his cock every so often making its way out of the end.
Sam USFalcon moaned and grunted as he jerked himself. You watched his hips snap, and imagined he was fucking up into you, that it wasn’t a sex toy wrapped around cock, but your pussy, clenching down on him and soaking him with your arousal.
You hadn’t even really registered what you were doing until you realised that your own orgasm was almost upon you, that you had one hand down your shorts and the other up your top.
The idea of watching him knowing who he was, gave you a thrill. Knowing that he was just a few feet down the corridor, working himself…
You cried out as you came, curses falling from your lips as you watched him reach his own peak, the snapping of his hips losing rhythm and that delicious restrained noise falling from his lips.
You were breathing hard as you watched him move off camera, the screen fading to black.
This is wrong.
The voice in your head nagged at you, and you knew you shouldn’t, couldn’t do this again.
You already had inappropriate feelings for your roommate, and there was something so voyeuristic about watching him like this that it made you feel like a Peeping Tom. Before you could change your mind, you reached out and pressed the unsubscribe button. You slid off your bed and into the bathroom, feeling so down, despite the post orgasm endorphins.
You washed your hands and splashed cold water onto your face and walked back through to your room. You’d barely sat back down on the bed before there was a loud thumping on your door.
“Squishy, open up. I gotta talk to you.”
Your heart plummeted.
“Go away, Sam, I’m not feeling good. Just wanna be left alone.”
“Open the goddamn door, MarshmallowSquishy99.”
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
So he did know. Time to face the music. You crossed the room, drew in a deep breath and straightened shoulders, before opening the door. Sam stood there, wearing a mid-thigh length red silk robe, haphazardly tied at the front. His eyes pinned you like a butterfly to a board.
“You really thought I wouldn’t recognise your username?”
“I didn’t know it was you when I first signed up. I saw a video when I was out with the girls drunk and signing up was a hungover, bad decision.”
He took a small step forward, making you instinctively step back further into your room.
“Such a bad idea that you watched my live stream on Monday and tipped me, twice.”
“It was only at the end I worked out it was you.”
He stepped closer again and raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
“You… you knocked your camera at the end, part of your mug, the one I bought you, ended up in frame for a split second.”
“And you noticed that? But you didn’t unsubscribe then did you? No, you decided to act odd all week, watch me when you thought I wasn’t looking, then watch this latest stream - which I did for you, by the way - and then unsubscribe. A little rude, don’t you think?”
“Rude? Now hang on a minute, I… what do you mean for me?”
The sound of the door closing made you realise that he’d backed you fully into your room. Your legs bumped into your bed, and you sat down on it, with a squeak.
“Well, baby, you inspired last week’s video, and when you signed up on Sunday night I couldn’t believe it. You made me want to get the one on Monday just right.”
He leant over you, hands on the mattress, each side of your hips, caging you in and making you lean back.
“The two tips made me think that you really liked it. So I decided that I would do tonight’s stream just for you, pick something you liked, then what do you do? Unsubscribe on me. Makes me feel a little unwanted, to tell you the truth.”
“It’s not like that, Sam. I meant to unsubscribe as soon as I realised it was you, and then I thought that was silly and… I didn’t mean to watch tonight, but it started and… “
He lifted a finger and dragged it down the side of your face, and you shivered under his touch.
“So you liked what you saw then? I’m glad. I like you, Squishy, and I’m hoping that, maybe, you like me too. We have fun together, and now you’ve seen me naked and kept watching, so it can’t be all bad.”
His voice was soft and low and thick with lust.
“Tell me, did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? I imagined it was you with me so many times, and fuck, when I realised you were watching…”
His face was so close to yours, his voice hypnotic. Your eyes fluttered closed and your breath was ragged in your throat. His hand was resting on your shoulder, thumb stroking your neck.
“Come on, sweetheart, tell the truth now…”
Your voice came out, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yes..”
“That’s not a proper answer.”
“I liked it. Okay?”
“Did you touch yourself? Did you cum, watching me?”
His hand trailed down, off your shoulder, across your collarbone and down towards your breast.
Your back arched, pressing yourself up into his hand, and a whine escaped you. He pressed forwards, forcing you to lie down on the bed, his body covering yours. Your hands came up, fisting into the red silk.
“Sam…”
“Yes, Squish?”
“Shut the fuck up and just kiss me, please.”
“Whatever you want…”
His lips were soft on yours, so warm and gentle and right. Your hands slid under the silk, and ran over his skin, letting yourself explore everywhere you could reach.
His tongue begged entry to your mouth, and you granted it, sucking on the intruding muscle and scraping your teeth along it, enjoying the hiss he let out. You came out of your lust-addled stupor then, your desire turning passionate and primal.
Your hands fought briefly with the knot holding his robe closed before you pushed it over his shoulders, fully baring his body to you. You shimmied out of your shorts, and his hands pulled your top over your head. There were no words, just sounds of pleasure as you explored each other with mouths and lips and fingers.
You playfully tussled for dominance with him as you tried to kiss down his body towards his cock.
“I swear to god, Sam, I will end this here and now if you don’t let me do this…”
He laughed, taking hold of your hips and turning you around, before lifting you, settling your core over his face and diving right in. His cock twitched in front of your face, a rivulet of pre-cum running down it, as he took his first taste of you. It danced again as he heard you moan and felt you grind down on his face.
It took you a moment, but then you had his cock in hand and were licking the salty drop off the side of it. His moan vibrated into your pussy as you took him in your mouth, hot and silky and hard.
Sam deployed every trick, using his tongue and fingers on your sopping pussy until you had to abandon your own task, just letting his cock lie heavy in your mouth and muffling your cries as you came.
He gave you no respite, flipping you onto your back on the mattress and turning himself to align with you, lips pressed to yours, your fingers entwined as your hands lay up by your head.
“You need me to get a condom, Squish?”
His cock pressed up against your stomach, wet from saliva and pre-cum.
“No, please, Sam. ‘M on the pill, ‘n trust you.”
One of his hands left yours for a moment as he guided himself into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and his hand came back to yours, you foreheads pressed together as he slowly pushed inside you. Your breath stuttered out of your lungs as he filled you, a feeling just as right as that first kiss.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, feels so much better than I could imagine.”
“It’ll feel even better when you start to move, Wilson.”
“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be? You gonna be bossy in bed?”
“Hey, I’ve been dreaming about this dicking down for a week. Can you blame me after you’ve been flaunting the goods?”
“Well I’m about to rock your world, baby girl. You’ve seen the moves, now get ready to feel them.” He punctuated his words with a couple of small thrusts of his hips and your muscles clenched down on him.
“Big words, Sammy, little action.”
He shut you up with a deep kiss, and then started to move. You clung onto his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles. Then Sam did something you didn’t expect; he made noises. Not the small grunts and moans from his videos, no, but loud, salacious sounds of pleasure, peppered with curses and praise.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Squeezing me so tight. I ain’t ever gonna leave this pussy, I swear.”
His hips snapped up, and you saw stars, the feeling almost overwhelming you. Carefully, he moved your legs, one at a time, up from his waist and onto his shoulders, almost folding you in two as he drove into your weeping hole.
“Oh God, Sam…yes, fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me; make yourself cum around this dick.”
He changed the angle of his hips, as you slid your hand down between your bodies. His cock grazed over that sensitive spot inside you, and you drew tight circles over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth slack, each of his thrusts punching a moan out of you.
Now there was just the sound of skin on skin and the sighs and groans that went with it. Sam kissed at your neck as you clung onto him with one hand, grounding yourself to him as you chased your pleasure.
“Come on baby. Come on; cum for me. Cum for me; fuck.”
“Sam, I… I… oh fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You crashed over the precipice, your body shaking under him. In response, Sam moaned into your neck, his hips snapping up a few more times before you felt him twitch inside you, filling you with his cum.
Somehow Sam managed to roll the pair of you so you were lying half on top of him, still joined for a while until your body let him go. He pressed kisses to your forehead and brow, stroking his hand up and down your back, both of you just enjoying the afterglow and being held by the other. Eventually, though, Sam broke the silence.
“Squish…”
“Mmmm.”
“We gotta clean up. I’m actually still a bit oily.”
“Like you oily…”
“Perv. And you gotta go to the bathroom. Whilst I very much like the idea of you leaking me through the night, the reality is never as pleasant. Also, we’re the wrong way round on the bed and it feels weird. Let’s wash up, and then, if it’s okay with you, I’ll come back here, okay?”
You turned yourself in his arms, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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“Why aren’t they answering? We organised to meet them here at 10 and it’s already quarter past.”
“Have you still got your spare key? Open the door. What if there’s a problem?”
Steve huffed at Nat and dragged the key out of his pocket, opening the door to his old apartment.
“Guys, where are you?”
Nat strode through the living room into the quiet apartment. She stopped by Sam’s room, the door uncustomarily ajar and stuck her head in. She turned to Steve, grinning.
“He’s not in there and his equipment is all still out.”
The pair tip-toed down the hall to Steve’s old room, and pressed their ears to the door, making out the sounds of two people sleeping. Steve turned to look at Nat.
“Took them long enough. Do you think she found out or he told her?”
“Well I’m guessing she found out after her big-mouthed co-worker Helen discovered his page.”
“How did she find it?”
Nat smiled at Steve mischievously.
“Oh, you sweet summer child.”
Then she dragged him out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them.
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dreamalottie · 2 months
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15 Questions + 15 Friends
Thanks for the tag @shinraalpha 💜
Are you named after anyone?
A little bit Brontë, a little bit my great-grandmother.
When was the last time you cried?
Friday, when I was feeling very lonely.
Do you have kids?
Don't have a partner and I would be an overstimulated, impatient mess, so no.
What sports do you play/have you played?
rollerskating! Been doing it for two years starting as a total beginner, and it's been wonderful for my mental health, doing something physical away from screens/not using my eyes too much, and meeting amazing new people totally unrelated to my dayjob. I also like swimming and badminton but tend to do it like once a year.
Do you use sarcasm?
No. Never. 😐
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Physically: if they've got a cool queercoded haircut, piercings/tattoos, or intriguing personal style. Personality wise: kindness, patience, good at listening to and making space for the quiet people in the room.
What's your eye color?
Hazel
Scary movies or happy endings?
yes. I like both, probably leaning a tiny bit more towards happy endings in what I watch and read more regularly, because I'm more a ghost/gothic person than a gore/bodyhorror person. And I love a love story *studies them like a bug*
Any talents?
I can stand backwards, I write a little, good at remember obscure facts about tv shows and finding links to sources for trivia online to back up my facts.
Where were you born?
the town over from where I grew up in south east England.
What are your hobbies?
Collecting books, trying to find time to read said books, talking about books to my friends. Watching the same show over and over and over and over whilst making lists of other shows I'd quite like to watch. Going to the theatre!! LOVE the theatre. Please come to the theatre with me. Collecting new queer artists/museums/music/markets.
Do you have any pets
Yes, my little tortoiseshell cat, she's currently curled up snoozing against my leg.
How tall are you?
i am 5ft 7in with bad posture.
Favorite subject in school?
I was best at English, loved writing and reading and analysing stories and the lateral thinking of it all. But LOVED drama and media studies. ...I was not good at much else and now realise that was likely adhd/autism/burnout.
Dream job?
I want to own a queer bookshop specialising in fiction for young people, and have a space for community activities.
Tagging?
@excitedrainbow @nonthepratt @plasticterrarium @hypermania @swordofsun @wigglebox @ilarual @profoundly-locked @luckshiptoshore @allthoseskeletons and anyone who wants to (and totally no pressure to do so if I tagged you!)
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aceofwhump · 2 years
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Hi! I hope you’re having a good day! (Or evening, depending on what time it is). If it isn’t too much trouble, do you have any fic recs for Morpheus whump from The Sandman, please?
I am having a lovely day! Thank you for asking! I hope you are too!
Oh my gosh DO I! I've been reading a lot of Sandman fics lately so I've got quite a few recs for you!
Dream of Death by Gueniver Summary: What if Jessamy had managed to escape from Alex's gun and could inform the Endless of Dream's Capture? What if Death could save Dream only after a few years of capture? The tools are still lost, but he has his sibling's help.
Losing control by Random_writer (SB_95) Summary: When everything seemed too much for him to manage, Dream seeks refuge in the house of his only friend. The problem is that the situation is not so simple, and now his family decides that they want to help him solve his problems, even without him asking for help. However, Dream only wants help from one person, and is not a Endless.
Shall We Dream (of a Brighter Future)? by Merianon Summary: In which: Alexander Burgess is a little more curious and open-minded as a child; Jessamy the Raven takes a risk; Dream of the Endless just wants out of the snow globe; Paul McGuire thinks Alex should have done this years ago. Now featuring Hob, who's very happy that his "not"-friend might be a little more than that.
A shift in the sand by purplegardenshark Summary: Alex Burgess makes better decisions, and a friend. The story shifts accordingly.
slow burn by arahir Summary: Morpheus’s expression melts into unreadability. “Would you have come to my rescue again, Hob Gadling?” “Yes. God, yes, I would have. Of course, I would have." Hob learns where his friend has been, and even Dream of the Endless might, on rare occasion, need a hand.
Darker, Still by CeruleanHeart Summary: When Dream doesn't show up for their appointment in 1989, Hob decides to devote a part of his immortality to looking for his mysterious friend. He is dedicated not to wait and hope for another century for the slim chance of seeing him again. Even if he has to bribe, lie and steal, use every trick in the book he's learned in the past 600 years, he will find him. After over a century, Dream has almost given up on the hope of ever escaping his prison when help finally shows up in the form of someone least expected, compelling him to re-evaluate the nature of his interest in an old acquaintance.
And I'll kneel down, wait for now by Thesuspiciousflyingjellyfish Summary: As the night comes, Hob waits. The person that arrives is not his usual companion. But they certainly direct him to his wayward friend.
Looking For A Dream by Picture_Yourself Summary: A prequel to my fic I'm Morpheus, Please Dance With Me. It's 1989, and Hob Gadling is waiting for his friend to show up. But unfortunately, Dream is still trapped in the Burgess estate with no way to escape. Now Hob needs to find out what happened to his friend and help him the best he can. On his adventures he meets a... colorful collection of ordinary and fantastical characters.
Discontinued until further notice :(
For Want of Caution by mayanpaw Summary: Hob Gadling was not by nature a cautious man but even he knew the value of keeping track of those who would be too… intrigued by his condition. In 1926, a chance conversation in a bar alerts Hob to the fact that Roderick Burgess has captured another immortal, one that sounds eerily similar to his friend.
I just wanna sing until I die by creativefuckerzspring Summary: First, He turns up 130 or so years later. Then, he turns up 6 years later at his doorstep, shivering and drenched like a wet cat. Hob is utterly confused why the lonely Not Friend of his is breaking patterns so severely.
Baby Brother by Anonymous Summary: Death has known for years why Dream had fallen silent and where he was being held, but she's been unable to act upon her knowledge until he'd been locked up for over thirty years. When she finally has the time to save him, she is horrified to see what they've been doing to her baby brother all these years.
Stubborn, Prideful, Dear by two_hundred_percent_trash Summary: First, Lucienne was Dream’s raven. Then, she became his librarian. Through it all, she was always by his side. It was always the two of them, together. ~*~ A queerplatonic interpretation/relationship study of Morpheus and Lucienne’s relationship.
Step by Step by Hopeful_Foolx Summary: After all that happened, that the Lord of Dreams gets sick is a surprise ... to nobody but himself. Three chapter with three (or more) people that are there for him.
To Learn to Breathe Again by ironlin Summary: Upon returning back to the Dreaming, Dream finds himself struggling. Thankfully, Lucienne is there to help.
Better to love whether you win or lose or die by WitchyBee Summary:
The life and times of one Robert Gadling. - - Excerpt: Hob ought to take the hint; he knows he should. A crystal-clear rejection of his friendship. Message received. But Hob Gadling didn’t survive plague and war, weather years of hardships and heartbreak and Thatcher-era Britain, without a profound sense of stubbornness about him. Unyielding hope, however foolish it seemed sometimes, got him here. It’s why he’s still alive
Regis Sanguinem by AllOfTheChaos Summary: Alexander stands up on shaking feet. “I can’t do this anymore.” He takes a few steps back and his eyes shift towards Dream. “I’m sorry.” He whispers before turning around and heading up the stairs, one of the guards quickly follows after him, a hand on young man’s back to steady him. “Alex! Alex, get back here right now!” Roderick hollers back. He turns to the Endless and growls. “You’re never getting out of here.” Before following after his son. *** Roderick Burgess doesn't meet a fatal end and after his son leaves him, things take a dark turn. In his desperate attempt to take power from his prisoner, Roderick Burgess resorts to twisted ways to force the Endless to give him what he desired: Immortality. Dream never thought humans capable of such cruelty and yet here he was now scared and in pain, hoping for salvation.
More often than not. by TrainWreakBeck Summary: “Is that why you missed our meeting then? Some fucker had you in a cage?” There’s a slight growl in Hobs voice as he has to speak his friend's fate aloud, he expects him to again be amused by Hobs anger but he simply looks away towards the window with no clear expression. “…perhaps.” There’s no real intonation in his tone and Hob feels a brief stab of anxiety over what that could mean.
In which Dream and Hob have a conversation which quickly leads them to decide that meeting once every hundred years isn’t quite enough for them anymore.
which is worse, life without death or sleep without dreams? by galaxy_of_pi Summary:
It had been thirty three years since he was abandoned. It had been a hundred and thirty three years. It had been a lifetime, and it had been an instant. But Hob was waiting, and would always be waiting, because his Stranger was worth it. AKA the heist to break Dream out of his snowglobe prison
Bones Don't Rust by not_whelmed_yet Summary: The same capture & rescue fic everyone has written, but playing off two ideas: - I wanted to see Dream’s physical recovery take long enough that he could begin his mental/emotional recovery before heading back to the Dreaming - There’s a lot of ways to hurt an anthropomorphic entity without taking them out of their snowglobe
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revvywevvy · 1 year
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I’m not gonna stop you from your Cheerful Chip fan fiction
Matter in fact To be honest I’m always wonder what kind of wonderful improved artful art than the last art will be with you and Chip will be
It’s just that I’m think there is a certain sad wet cat waiting on the porch metaphorically saying
But beside that, Your Art has improved over the time and I am glad to have witnessed it
-H/B Anon
P.s. I don’t know if the wording color is for you ,for me it’s Black
P.p.s. How bout role swap, our beloved Himbo and Bimbo as Toons and their beloved Chelly as a Cog (a tall Chelly is something )
hiiiiiiii nonny~ hehe thank you very much for all of the encouraging words, I appreciate it so much!!!! <3 don't worry, misty will get the braincell soon. however. for now we have more pressing things to discuss. the role swap au.
You got me going again SOOOO much lmao- Here they are!!!! The poly roleswapped!!! Unfortunately Chelly. does not get much taller lol She's just a bit taller than the tallest possible toon species'. Chelly is based on those cute little vacuums with the little faces on them. You've seen those before, right? If not please look them up they're so cute.
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I'LL WRITE ALL THE INFO UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GETS VERY LONG <3
Chip is a wolf toon, and Misty is a sheep toon! Both ideas were by my lovely friend @photon-crest-art whose input I appreciate sooo much!!! her ideas got me going foaming at the mouth crazy over this role swap even more than I already was SDHGDSGHDSHS also tagging @frostbite-the-bat bc they also hyped me up a lot while I was in the process of making all these!!! <3
When it comes to the whole override thing, Chip just. Goes absolutely wild at night sometimes. He's a werewolf!!! But. literally since he's already a wolf. this was also photon's idea thank you photooooon heehee <3
Misty has her weather powers still! So she can still change weather phases and essentially smite people with lightning if they make her really mad lol
Unfortunately both toons are outcast because of their respective 'quirks'. However, to their surprise, one person does support them through it all! They weren't expecting it to be this absolute nervous wreck of a cog who is, surprisingly, very very silly and toon-like! She clings to them like glue, but they appreciate it so much!! I feel like toon Chip and toon Misty would both be very sad very lonely toons, perhaps becoming more prone to bouts of low laff and poor health as such from such a poor mental state. However, they've got each other now and Chelly too!! Just like how the normal toon Chelly's health was pretty shit due to her mental state but improved having Chip and Misty around, she's now able to pay that love back ten-fold in this au!! Hehe it always comes back to 'love heals' with me <3
OH YES AND I WROTE CHELLY'S COG STATS!!!! a. and potential bossfight cutscenes. um. yeah. I went a little overboard haha. these cutscenes are uh. I think they're longer than the ones in-game??? I. don't know. I think they are. sorry not sorry >u<
Manager Chelly
The Mechanician
Location: “Pain, Pain, Go Away” Mechanical Clinic, Sunflower Street [Daffodil Gardens]
Cog Overview
Department | Bossbot
Position | Regional Manager
HP | 4800
Defense | 65
Lvl | 26.mgr
Lowest Damage | 25
Highest Damage | 31
Real Name | Eureka Numa “Chelly” Honeywell
Honorifics | Dr. / Ms. / Mx.
Employee ID | 01899
Likes | Tinkering, Cute and Soft Things, Comfortable Silence, Singing
Dislikes | Unwarranted Judgement, Violence (Most of the Time), Social Overstimulation
Content Sync
100 Laff Soft Cap (107 Max)
All Gags Permitted
Pink Slips restricted
Opening Cutscene 
The Toons enter the doors at the far back of the building, leading them to the real cog clinic inside. The Mechanician is seen speaking to a Flunky. Neither cog seems to notice their approach, as they are focused on their consultation while the Toons get closer.
“...and that should do it then, little sprout!”
 “Are you sure this is alright, Ms. Honeywell? Wouldn’t the Chairman get angry over that?”
At the Flunky’s concerns, the Mechanician fiddles with her hands. She shakes her head before re-addressing the Flunky.
“...R-Right. He may see it as ‘slacking’, but… well. You know how I feel about that. Just… try to heed my instructions to the best of your ability.” 
“Whatever you have the room to do, okay, bud? Remember, your health comes first.”
“Yes, ma’am! Thank you again.”
The Flunky begins to fly away, and with a nod, she sees him off.
“Of course. Come back any time!”
The Mechanician sighs, shaking her head.
“Ugh. You’d think that man-baby would realize sooner… without us all, he’s…-”
She trails off, turning upon noticing the Toons. She startles, letting out a squeak at their presence, but tries to relax herself to make conversation with them.
“Ah! T-Toons?! Uh- Ahem.” 
“Um… hello there! Are you… perhaps here for a check-up? I apologize, but… um, ahaha.. I-I only know how to treat cogs.”
“Unless you… have an appliance in need of fixing? I can do that too…”
The Toons get angry. The Mechanician pulls her hands up to her chest, taking a few steps back, clearly nervous.
“Eep! O-Okay, message received… U-Um… oh, look! Is that, um, a doodle pup?”
The Mechanician gestures behind the toons. The Toons turn around to look, all confused when they see nothing. The Mechanician begins tip-toeing away while they’re distracted. One toon looks back at her and exclaims as they see her try to sneak away. She yelps and breaks into a panicked sprint, running off into another, much larger room room further in the building. The Toons make chase.
She runs into a storage room and to an emergency escape door. However, before she reaches it, a stick of TNT thrown by a toon lands in front of the door. She startles and stumbles away from it before it explodes. The exit is now unusable. She turns, and the toons have caught up to her.
“Oh no… wait, h-hold on..! Surely we can talk things out civilly, r-right?! I… I really don’t want to fight you!”
The Toons refuse and begin to approach, the Mechanician backing up towards the wall as they close in.
“N-No, please!! I don’t want to hurt anyone… please don’t make me! I… someone, help!!”
The Mechanician reaches into her pocket, pulling out a panic button and pressing it with shaking hands. Once she does, two cogs promptly fly into the room, landing at the Mechanician’s sides. The battle begins.
Ending Cutscene (Mercy)
The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet. The quake doesn’t damage the toons, however.
“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”
She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.
“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”
Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.
“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”
The Toons do nothing.
“I… I get it. This war. It… must be so stressful on you. On all of you.”
“B-But… I’ve been careful… so, so careful!”
The Mechanician turns her head, looking away from the toons for a moment before turning back to them.
“I… I know we’re *supposed* to fight toons, but… I’ve never seen the point. All of this violence is ridiculous to me.”
“All I’ve ever wanted was to stay on the sidelines, and to help those who were hurt.”
“I mean… I’ve never even gone out and fought toons before, anyhow! ...So… why? W-Why me?”
The Toons do nothing.
“...Ah. So that’s why. You see me as a threat… because of what I do for my fellow suits?”
The Mechanician shakes her head in disappointment.
“Have you Toons ever put yourselves in a Suit’s shoes? A-At least… just for a moment?”
“If you did, you’d understand. I… I understand the plight you Toons go through.”
“However, you’re not the only ones suffering. Whether they fall low or high on the chain of command… we all hurt, just the same.”
She pauses, wincing in pain herself. She’s visibly twitching and glitching out.
“Wh-What, do you think we deserve for our pain to stick forever? That no-obody should help us when we’re hurt?”
“......”
“Could you i-i-imagine it yourself? Feeling like gravity’s about to crush you… i-into small, mushy, toony bits?” 
“Where… where all yo-o-ou can do is panic, and hope? Because, at th-that point, there’s nothing you can do? No way to mov-ve, or call out… or anything.”
“...You’d want your fe-ellow toons to help you when you’re hur-ur-hurt and scared, wouldn’t you?”
The Toons do nothing.
“...Right. I’d h-hope so. At the mo-oment it may be all f-fun and games… and I wish it st-stayed that way. B-B-But we.. all know that isn’t the case.”
The Mechanician sighs, twitching more heavily than before.
“...”
“W-Well… perhaps this experience has.. given you some food for thought.”
The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression saddened.
“Now… i-if… if you’ll ex-excuse me. Seems… this repairwoman… n-needs some repairing, herself. Please… if you can help it… d-don’t come back.”
The Mechanician moves to fly away, but one of the toons walks ahead of the group, pausing near her. She pauses, watching the toon for a moment, before nodding.
“It’s okay, I understand. I-I-IIIIIIIIIII-”
“..I forgive you.”
The Mechanician flies away.
Ending Cutscene (Defeat)
The Mechanician reaches to her power core, hand hovering over it shakily. She is clearly in immense pain, her panic now reaching a boiling point as she realizes how injured she really is. Suddenly, her hands clench into fists and she quakes through the pain, knocking the toons off their feet.
“STOP!!!! THAT.. IS QUITE.. ENOUGH!!!”
She shakes her head, pulling her hands to her chest protectively and looking at the Toons as they rise to their feet.
“Why…?! I’ve been clear from the beginning that I didn’t want to fight! But… B-But you just won’t LISTEN!”
Her hands rise, holding her head in distress.
“Wh-What do you even get from this… from hurting me?!”
The Toons attack.
“Gh-!! ……Heartless… y-you’re all heartless!”
The Mechanician pauses, seeing an opening in the roof from the battle. She looks at the Toons one last time, expression disgusted.
“I see now… w-why the Chairman insists we fight you T-T-Toons. You’re just as cr-cruel as some of those suits can be.”
The Mechanician flies away.
Notes
[Sorry no specific Cheats past the usual ‘Cog Capacity’ and ‘Lure Resistance’ ones because my brain is kind of melting right now lol. Also no specific damages listed with each attack besides what I already said above about the minimum and maximum for the same reason.]
Another note about cheats, I know for certain she’d have a sort of healing cheat. Knowing her personality she’d end up healing herself, her allies AND the toons. She just wanna be frens :(
Attacks
Guilt Trip
Water Cooler
Brain Storm
Rolodex
Her employee ID is based on the approximate year the first motorized vacuum was invented.
Excluding her nickname "Chelly", her first, middle and last name are all based on various companies that produce vacuums.
I was initially going to have it that all rewards could be used, but with how cog Chelly is, she'd do anything to ensure that pink slips wouldn't be used. She thinks the canons would hurt the cogs, or that someone, toon or cog, might get hit in the crossfire.
also that 3rd drawing, the transparent one. sticker :)))))))))))
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keanureevesisbae · 2 years
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tales of love - years later
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Vision impaired!Syverson x Molly Sweet (asian ofc)
Summary: Axel gives us a little update on how things are going with Sy and Molly. (yes i wrote a chapter from a dog's pov 😂)
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 545
A/N: And this was the end of a short but sweet little series with vision impaired!Sy. Writing this truly broadened my horizon writing wise and I enjoyed it so much. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did 😘
Masterlist // tales of love masterlist //
My humans are happy. They have been happy for quite some time now, I realize, however now it’s different. A lot happened after my Molly moved in. They got married (and I was the ring bearer - I’ll leave my email address at the bottom of this post, because you can hire me for your wedding. I’m well behaved and an excellent ring bearer according to the many humans who attended the wedding) and we spend a lovely honeymoon in the Bahama’s. 
While the humidity wasn’t very nice for my fur (nor for my Molly’s hair, as that frizz became quite untamable), it was nice to be somewhere else. New scents, new people, new impressions.
And once we got back from our honeymoon, life continued on, however my Molly quit her job as a secretary and works as a barista in the cafe my humans had their first date at. It’s better for her, because now she’s happy.
 Truly happy.
In hindsight, I am happy the man with the odor harassed us that day, because without my Molly, I don’t know how my human would’ve been. I bet he wouldn’t be as happy as he is now. In the years I had been working closely with him and he was the only human around in the house, I had grown accustomed to this lone wolf. But he has flourished since my Molly came around. 
And I thank her every day for that. 
A few months after the wedding, I noticed some changes. My Molly started to smell a bit different and I felt this need to protect her and her little cub she had in her stomach. And then the tears came, when she realized she was with child (took them both quite a while to figure it out, but hey, you can’t be good at anything, like yours truly). My human was happy. Scared, sure, but also very happy. 
Nights were spend on the couch, my human talking to my Molly’s stomach, pressing kisses on it. They were kinda goofy (and with them, I mean my human, because he is a mushy mess).
And now, I have three humans in my pack. My first human, my Molly and their little cub named Sawyer Syverson. Sawyer is really sweet and he likes to cuddle with me, just like I enjoy cuddling with him. Besides, whenever he ate something, there are tons of left overs for me to gulp down, which makes him almost my favorite human (though it’s impossible to choose between three lovely humans). 
He is now around two and a half years old and sleeps by himself in a big boy bed, but I accompany him when I sense he has a bad dream or is scared, by jumping in the bed with him and letting him curl up against me. 
While I am definitely growing older and my retirement is near, I do not worry. Not in the slightest, because I know for a fact my humans would never let me go. Sure, a new young one will probably take over my work, but I have my home here. 
Forever and ever.
And these, my fellow furry friends, were the tales of love of my humans. I hope you enjoyed them.
- Axel the guide dog 🐾
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sophiie2000 · 1 year
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Our Own New Year Celebration
Eek, first fic I'm posting for 2023!!🎇
If you've read any of the other posts on my blog, you may have noticed I got very excited about the Oops I Said Yes stories.♡♡
As such, it only seemed fitting, that the first fic I posted involved one of Voltage's, in my opinion, best LI's!♥︎♥︎
Kuranosuke Kiba x MC
Away on a business trip, MC misses out on sharing her first New Year with Kuranosuke. Yet would the blizzard let the New Year pass without some sort of celebration with his wife?
A whole lot of Fluff, and a little bit of Smut later on!
Disclaimer - Characters belong to Voltage Inc
~ 2615 words
01 January 00:01 am… they had missed seeing the New Year in together. This was the thought that intruded on MC as she gazed out of her hotel room window, watching the display of brightly coloured fireworks explode in the night sky. 
She couldn’t help but feel defeated. Downhearted to have been away from her husband for the New Year. She wasn’t a teenager anymore. It wasn’t the upset of missing out on that midnight kiss. It wasn’t even the missing out on drinking the night away. 
She simply missed him. 
This would have been their first New Year together as a couple. A funny thought, considering this time last year he was no more than her strict supervisor.
The blizzard. Someone she admired, but truthfully had never thought she would converse with outside of work.
Now, they were married. They could have started their own silly New Year tradition together. Like they did for Christmas. The special breakfast before opening their stockings. 
Would they have played a few board games? Shared some drinks? Danced in the comfort of their own home? Or would they have made plans with their friends or families?
These were the thoughts that niggled in the back of MC’s mind. Instead of being home, with her husband, celebrating the New Year… she was staying in a hotel 6 hours away from away. 
What was her husband doing? Had he made plans? Unlikely… he was probably preoccupied with a little someone. MC giggled as she imagined her strict husband turning to mush as he doted on their little kitten.
Expressions as sweet as the desserts he secretly relished so much. Nothing could melt her husband’s strict façade quite like Haru, their beloved kitten. 
There was 2 more days of her business trip. She had a meeting with a client. One, so important, it couldn’t wait until after the holidays nor be conducted over the phone.
MC didn’t mind, of course. She loved her job. But she couldn’t help but wish the meeting had fallen on a different day, been finished sooner, or her husband could have been present too. 
Should she send him a message wishing him a Happy New Year? She had typed various forms of the message out five or six times, only to erase it seconds later. Thinking her blizzard of a husband would be more exasperated in her spending her time daydreaming of him, rather than focusing on the companies very important client. 
This is an important meeting, focus birdbrain! She chuckled, she could easily hear his exasperation as she imagined his reaction.
Sighing, MC chucked her phone down onto the plush sofa, before throwing her weary body down into the thick, velvety soft sheets of the king-sized bed. A bed so big felt cold, and lonely without her husband’s warm body snoozing dreamily beside her. 
So, she built a Kuranosuke size pillow fort to fill the void. Silly, she knew, but it filled the large space beside her. Although nothing could ever compare to the real thing. 
Sighing softly, and nuzzling into the soft pillows, MC tugged the thick duvet over her head and closed her eyes. Welcoming the dreamland that was beckoning her closer so sweetly. Dreaming dreams of the side to her husband only she knew.
**
2 days later, MC’s important meeting had just come to a successful conclusion. 
“Thank you, Ms ___ for taking the time to meet us, especially during the holidays. Your designs envisioned our plans perfectly… in fact they went above what we had expected of someone, well so young! We very much look forward to working with Miyoshi Concepts on this project.” 
The lead client was excitedly shaking MC’s hand as they said their goodbyes. A sense of accomplishment filled her as she smiled brightly. 
“Sir your praise means a great deal. I just hope we can live up to your expectations. And it is no problem, we at Miyoshi Concepts remained open for the holiday period and so I was more than happy to come meet with you. Please, if you have any other questions for us, do not hesitate to contact me and I will endeavour to answer them all.” 
Bowing slightly, MC smiled to the client before heading back to the hotel to collect her belongings. A successful meeting with the client meant she would finally be heading home. A thought that hastened her steps.
It did not take her long to arrive back at the hotel. Having been excited at the prospect of returning home today, MC had packed her bags readily earlier that morning.
She felt like a lovesick teenager, excited to be reunited with her boyfriend. Jeez, it has only been a week… she thought, smiling ruefully to herself. 
Still, no amount of self-exasperation made her delay hurrying to the airport ready to catch her flight. On route to the airport, MC fired off a quick email to the team, which consisted of Kunihiro, Kuranosuke, Ukyo, Shu and Eiji to let them know the meeting had been successful and the client had given her designs the green light. 
And a couple of hours later, MC had settled into her seat, and was finally on a flight home. 
**
It was almost 7pm by the time MC had finally gotten home. She had tried to contact Kuranosuke to let him know she had landed and was on her way home but he hadn’t responded.
MC assumed he must have been busy working overtime. A thought that only intensified upon approach to their home, shrouded in darkness. 
Upon walking through the door to their home, MC was greeted by an excitable kitten. Giggling softly, and placing her bags down on the floor, MC gently petted Haru. 
“Shh, make sure you don’t tell Kuranosuke I left my bags in the entryway for a few minutes just to pet you, otherwise he’ll fine me for breaking the rules!” MC chuckled whispering to the cat conspiratorially. 
“Idiot. If you don’t want a fine, you shouldn’t leave your things around the house” A grumble came from the direction of the bedroom. The grumble of a man who MC had thought not to be here. 
“Kuranosuke!” MC startled. Jumping up from the ground. 
Her shock didn’t matter for too long, however. It was soon forgotten about when she made eye contact with her husband for the first time in a week. A smile immediately finding its way onto her face, before she lunged herself at him. 
“Woah… hey… MC!” Kuranosuke exclaimed in surprise, flustered as he just managed to catch his wife. Yet the surprise look was soon replaced by a gentler expression. A smile full of love. As he tightened his arms around his beloved wife, he nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her perfume. “Welcome home”, his whisper ghosted passed MC’s neck, sending a wave of goose bumps over her skin. 
“Heh, it’s good to be home!” MC smiled, slowly releasing Kuranosuke from her embrace. 
She was just about to venture into the bedroom with her bags when a panicked Kuranosuke blocked her path. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow in his direction, even attempting sidestep around him. Yet he only forced his body between her and the bedroom door. 
“Kuranosuke? I need to go into the bedroom now… you know, so I can put my stuff away?” MC chided, still eyeing him suspiciously. 
“No. You… uh… you can’t go in there right now…” 
Interesting… her husband was never this flustered or stumbled over his words.
“And why not?” MC asked, a teasing tone to her voice. She watched a Kuranosuke visibly swallowed. He was nervous… but why?
“You… you just had a long flight, you should go take a bath! Yes, a bath! That’s a good idea. I will put your bags away for you while you relax in the bath!” Kuranosuke exclaimed, gently guiding MC into the bathroom.
When she turned to face him, Kuranosuke placed a quick peck on her lips and closed the bathroom door. MC was utterly bewildered. What had gotten into her husband? Her typically stoic, blizzard of a husband was acting out of character. And MC wanted to know why.
Ok, Kuranosuke… She thought… I’ll play your game.
**
A short while later, MC emerged from the bathroom with a short towel barely covering her assets. 
“Put some clothes on!” Her husband scoffed, a delightful blush teasing his cheeks.
“I would… if you had allowed me to enter the bedroom to fetch them before telling me to go bathe” MC teased. 
She enjoyed how her husband had been left flustered of her in such a state of undress. Still slightly damp from the bath. She watched as Kuranosuke eyed her up and down, deliberately. The tell-tale signs of desire evident in his eyes.
He slowly approached her. His fingertips ghosting her skin. Stroking patterns up and down her arms. It wasn’t just him who was emitting their desire. MC could feel the heat congregating in her cheeks. She could feel how her body responded to his featherlight touch. A week. It had been a week since they could touch each other, and it wasn’t taking much for her fire to begin to burn. 
“I missed you” She blurted the words out in her relaxed state. She wasn’t left with enough time to panic, thinking herself foolish for the vulnerability she had just shown. Kuranosuke tightened his hold on her.
“I missed you, too.” MC’s eyes widened in surprise. Annoyance flittered across her husband’s expression. “What? Why are you so surprised?!” Embarrassment clear in his tone.
“I thought… I thought you would ridicule me… say it was only 7 days…”
“Idiot. It was 7 days, yes. 7 days without the woman I love.” 
His eyes were filled with a fire. Neither had taken their eyes from one another since MC entered the room. The sparks between them were flying. The air was heavily charged with the sexual tension between them. 
As their lips crashed together, there was no denying the want or need in them. Tongues entwined together, hands dancing over each other’s bodies. It was obvious to MC where this was leading.
At least… it should have been.
Suddenly, Kuranosuke pulled away. They were both breathing heavily. Lust evident in their eyes. MC could see how it almost pained Kuranosuke to stop. Which was why there was a ball of concern beginning to coil inside of her. 
“Kuranosuke?” Her whisper etched with concern was barely audible. 
“Do you trust me?” Kuranosuke asked.
MC froze. What a heart rendering question to ask at such a time. Of course she trusted her husband. But his weird behaviour ever since she got home, in addition to his sudden question gave her pause. Nonetheless, she nodded decisively. 
“Good…” Her husband smiled, before slowly turning her around and covering her eyes. “You do not need to worry, I will guide you slowly.” His words breezed by her ear. The sudden loss of sight, heightened her sensitivity to touch. The affect his whisper had on her was evident in the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
True to his words, he slowly guided MC. Even though she was blindfolded, she could tell the direction they headed in was the bedroom.
He had been adamant earlier this evening she could not enter the bedroom. Knowing she would finally be witnessing whatever he had been hiding, caused her heart rate to skyrocket.
The sound of the door handle turning sounded louder to MC’s ears. As they entered the room, MC was engulfed by a nostalgic aroma. Floral in smell. 
“Ok… are you ready?” Her husband’s honeyed whisper coaxed MC’s attention back to him. She nodded, suddenly both excited and nervous. 
Kuranosuke’s warm hands pulled away from her eyes, and for a moment it took her a second to readjust to the change in lighting. 
But when she did… her eyes went wide. Scanning the room in complete, and utter, awe. 
Candles were lit up along the windowsill. Hundreds of orchid petals scattered around the room, and across the bed. And finally, on the table in the corner of the bedroom, a plate of various dessert pastries just calling out to be eaten. 
“It… it’s amazing! But why?” MC turned to face her husband, who smiled sheepishly while scratching his neck.
“We couldn’t be together for the New Year… so I thought we could have our own New Year celebration tonight…” Kuranosuke murmured, suddenly seeming unsure of himself.
“I love it, Kuranosuke. Thank you! What made you scatter all those petals though? You hate mess!” MC asked, curious.
“They’re the petals of the Phalaenopsis to be exact… it symbolises happiness, vitality and longevity…” Kuranosuke explained, desperately avoiding looking into MC’s eyes. The pink blush on his cheeks matched the shade of the petals perfectly.
MC, having become slightly teary eyed at the thoughtfulness of her husband, approached him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips to his. Lingering slightly before, pulling back. A slight pout formed on her husband’s lips, as she failed to continue or deepen her kiss. She chuckled at the view. A view only she, his wife, was privy to. 
“I love you, Kuranosuke.” She finally spoke the words, her lips still close to his, sending a shiver coursing through him.
“And, I love you” He replied, before colliding his lips with hers, picking up where they had left off earlier. 
This time, there was no stopping them.
When Kuranosuke ran his tongue along MC’s lips teasingly, she happily opened her lips and welcomed him inside. Their tongues twirling around each other. Enticing. Soft gasps of pleasure escaping.  
MC felt her body begin to float in the air, as Kuranosuke carried her bridle style across to their bed. The way he chucked her onto the bed, was much less elegant, but MC didn’t care. Both of their excitement was increasing, and MC could feel her husband’s desire as he pressed himself to her.
The feel of him inspired MC to roll her hips against him, luring him to her. The act receiving a grunt of gratification from her beloved, delighting her. She was suddenly in the mood to tease him.
“Wait!” She quickly placed her hands on his shoulders. Kuranosuke’s signature frown was on his face, clearly displeased at being stopped at this moment. 
“What is it?” He asked, concern knitting its way into his brows.
“What about those tasty looking desserts you got us? Don’t you think we should eat those?” She smiled at him.
She enjoyed teasing him. She believed she had the upper hand once again. Until she spotted the mischievously, naughty glint in his eyes. 
“Ah yes, those. While they do look absolutely delightful… I think I would much rather devour you first!” 
Kuranosuke began peppering her neck with biting kisses. Soothing each nip with his tongue afterwards. MC began to wonder whether he truly would devour her.
Yet that was all he needed to say for MC to know the games were over. Her husband was in beast mode, and she wasn’t going to deny their desires any longer. Neither did she want to. The truth was, she wanted him just as much as she did. A fact, both of them knew very, very well. 
The rest of the night was spent eliciting sultry moans, while tangled up in one another’s sweat glistened bodies, sharing words of love.
Their first New Year together was celebrated late. But both of them hoped, every New Year would be celebrated in much the same way. Sharing words of love, while wrapped up inside one another’s warm embrace. 
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random facts about Maya Sakamaki
And yes I am writing this because I missed writing DL content plus I miss my best vampire girl
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She's actually skilled in self-defense and archery. Like she was taught to kill both humans and vampires to protect Gilbert Feinze and the Sakamaki brothers. In fact, all her shoes have hidden knives (kinda similar to Shinobu's from Demon Slayer)
The boys think she can't fight, so they always belittle her and call her "the human maid that Karlheinz has sent". It wasn't until Maya made a full spin kick in front of Reiji and threatened to cut off his head with the knife in her shoe that they took her seriously.
That was how they realized she was not sent to the manor just to be their "maid." Heck they even thought she was a vampire hunter and tried to kill her if it weren't for Karlheinz's strict order not to or else they will face his wrath (North Pole is waving)
I have never elaborated on this but there was a time that Ayato was badly wounded and a vampire hunter was almost gonna kill him if it weren't for Maya shooting the damn human with her arrow.
If you add up her monthly salary from Karlheinz plus her allowance and all the riches she inherited from Gilbert Feinze, you can say she's richer than the Sakamaki brothers. Yes they're friggin' rich but if you subtract their royal inheritances from their personal money, Maya would def be richer
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Besides our vampire doll knows how to handle finances very well. It came to a point where Reiji noticed they had more savings than expenses in a month thanks to her calculations
She also ends up getting dozens of vouchers when she's out grocery shopping for the boys. This even shocked Subaru, who mostly accompanies her during this time.
She also gets another stash of money when she plays arcade games. Like there was a point she got almost banned from an arcade center for taking loads of tickets and money from them and thought our girl is cheating
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This actually proves another skill of Maya, which is learning how to play a game once she knows the rules on playing them. But no, she ain't skilled with chess 'cause Kanato is a sore loser and he made sure she would never learn how to play it.
She also has good grades, and even got exempted in exams (see this fic for more details)
Her signature scent is Killian's Love Don't Be Shy because this one smells like marshmallows (fun fact: I also wear this scent, and I heard this was Rihanna's alleged signature scent??).
Maya doesn't actually wear perfumes that much but the other Sakamaki bros have a hard time looking for her in the manor so they ordered Kanato to make her wear one
Maya doesn't like the smell and taste of alcohol and other liquor because it reminds her of the brothel. And yes, the vampire juice is not an exception to this abomination. But she still uses alcohol whenever she's making food that requires them
For some reason, Maya attracts the attention of animals, especially when she and Kanato choose to walk home instead of riding in the limo. Like there's this one time she petted a cat and the next thing she became their goddess.
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This annoyed Kanato cause they walked back to the manor with a trail of cats behind them.
Maya actually doesn't have a staple fashion sense except for her Victorian maid uniform. The reason is that her attire would always depend on her master.
With Gilbert Feinze, most of her clothes are kimonos, basically traditional Japanese attire. She gets to wear dresses when she accompanies him in the demon world.
When she became the Sakamaki vampire doll, her fashion was a mix of Kanato's and Subaru's so it's like pastel meets goth and soft grunge. Most of her clothes are provided by Kanato and based on how he styles her, she maintains a bit of edge even while wearing a cute outfit. Think Harajuku style meets pastel and princess core.
Aside from cherries, Maya loves marshmallows. She even made cherry marshmallows with a chocolate center just to satisfy her cravings.
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Unlike Kanato, she can handle spicy foods really well. Sometimes, she would eat spicy ramen or kimchi fried rice when she's alone.
She doesn't know how to walk in heels. Because she was a vampire doll, Gilbert Feinze made sure to maintain her small stature. Kanato had to force her to practice walking in them when they were in the fake human AU (see this fic for more details)
There was a time she ruined her bangs because she cut too much of them, ending up with her crying and not leaving the bathroom until all the boys and Yui have gone to school. Kanato had to kick the door open to see what the fuss was all about
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"Are you an idiot to cut your bangs without looking at them properly?" he asked, staring at her through the mirror while holding pieces of her chopped hair.
In the end, he gave her a set of cherry hairclips that she could wear to hide her hideous micro-chopped bangs
Maya doesn't often show a hint of emotions on her face. Her voice even lacks some sort of feeling in it, hence why she doesn't like partaking in school plays. The only time she shows emotions is when she's around Kanato or when she's plotting something that involves Kanato (e.g. she gave Kino a pure smile in this fic to make Kanato jealous w/c I forgot to explain in detail)
She has met the Mukami brothers and Kou even attempted to adopt her just for a week. Up to this day, Kou never learns and still tries to win her over
Maya doesn't talk that much with the Tsukinami bros. They don't even bother to communicate with her so it's a tie
Her small height (145 cm) is because of partly genetics and upbringing. Since she grew up being starved and abused in the brothel, her growth was kind of "halted." Think Levi Ackerman from AOT.
Maya is not a chichinashi. And yes, Ayato loathes the fact that his younger brother bagged a wife with "assets" (at least we know where Maya's height went)
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