#'you know you could make this better by adding this—' THANK YOU. I WILL.. MWAH
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i know we all struggle with criticism and whatnot. but genuinely it's such a good feeling when someone criticizes something you've done or made and you're like "???? YES that is what i missing!!" or even just "i didn't even see that!! thank you so much!!" or EVEN "you know, you're trying to make this project of mine way better than i even wanted it and now i'm going to make it like that". like i feel that that feeling is underappreciated
#this is about one of my personal projects#showed it my mom and she pointed out everything i saw wrong with it and more#it was really really good#but obviously this applies to literally so many things. i find this in writing all the time#'you know you could make this better by adding this—' THANK YOU. I WILL.. MWAH#criticism#critique#personal project#communication#bastertalks
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Heyyy, could I please request a smut inside the dance practice room with Ricky after dancing for a long time and they decided to take a break and do the *coughs*? THANK YOU ALSO I MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH
right here — s.ricky
wc: 2.4k
warnings: minors dni (explicit smut). blowjob, semi-public sex, ricky is being brat. pet names (princess, angel, baby, slut), mirror sex <33, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degrading kink (if you squint), oral sex | not proofread
hana’s notes : HELP ANON IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAITING 😭😭 hope you liked it <33 sorry for having disappeared mwah, kinda proud with how it turned :3
“i told you, this step is not right.” ricky nagged for the nth time of the afternoon, making you click your tongue. you were already tired from having worked the whole morning and now you were kindly helping your boyfriend out with a new choreography he wanted to show to his fans in the near fanmeeting. he was stressed, clearly stressed and frustrated, not much to you but more to himself; however you did not like the way he was treating you “i’m telling you this step looks cooler, can’t you listen to me once?” i raised an eyebrow
“i don’t remember giving you the permission to change the steps.” he raised an eyebrow back at you “seriously ricky, i’m just trying to help you, if you want to work alone, then do it.” you groaned, now having reached the limit of your patience. not minding ricky anymore, you walked over your belongings and started closing the bag, ready to leave. a wave of guilt washed over ricky’s expression, just remembering that you had also been busy with your studies and, instead of relaxing at home after your exams, you had to deal with his moody behaviour for more than two hours
“baby, hey..” he murmured, walking over to you and taking your wrist, making you turn around to face him. your eyebrows ere knotted, an expression of annoyance on your face. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have taken my stress on you, i’m very grateful you’re helping me.” ricky looked at you with his gaze, his two eyes staring deep in yours, almost putting a spell on you. you sighed, looking down “you’re a jerk.”
“i know,” he smiled softly, his hands wrapping around your waist “but i’m your jerk.” ricky winked at you, making you scoff at his poor - but successful - attempt to make you feel better “let’s stop practicing, yeah? i want to spend some time with you.” he said with a small pout.
your gaze went down to stare at his lips, making them turn in a cocky smirk “i missed you so much, angel, i know you’ve worked hard recently.” he connected his lips to yours, the kiss was tender and slow, you two were savouring each others’ taste. his hand went to place on your cheeks, gently caressing it while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. as time passed, the kiss got even more intense, ricky’s hands now wandering all over your body, touching everything they could while his teeth grasped at your bottom lip, making you suffocate a moan.
“fuck baby,” he said, pulling away from the kiss, his lips swollen and panting “let me make it up to you.” ricky reconnected your lips, this time your tongue danced together. his kisses slowly go lower while he keeps tasting you. his lips reach your neck, and as they do he starts moving his lips upwards towards your ear “i’ve been such a jerk, haven’t i?” he says softly and gently starts kissing your neck, making you make small noises. his breath is still heavy, as if he’s intoxicated by this moment
“ricky..” you moan, your fingers grasping his blonde and styled hair, messing it. ricky gave your neck a small bite, not adding too much pressure and licking it right away to calm it down, just enough to make a bruise appear later. his experienced hand goes to tuck your bra, removing it with so much speed you didn’t even proceed it until his cold fingers teased your nipples, making you gasp.
with a move, he turned you around, your ass pressed against his clothed hard length. you could see the shadow of his hands under your shirt, you moaned at the sight of yourself in the giant mirror. ricky smirked, removing his lips from your neck “looking so beautiful, princess.” he whisper quietly in your ear, his voice so low that it made you shiver “ricky, please..” you murmured, feeling that uncomfortable stickiness in your panties
“please what, pretty?” he asked, his hand still playing with your breasts “use your words.” you bit your bottom lip, staring at him through the mirror “need you,” you breathed out “need you so bad.” you moved your hips so your ass could press even more on ricky’s bulge, making him groan
“need me, angel?” he whispered “need me so bad?” you nodded frenetically “so bad, please.”
“how can i refuse when you’re asking so politely?” ricky placed another small kiss on your neck before his other hand went down the hem of your sweatpants and panties all in once, feeling how soaked you were “damn baby, you’re dripping.” he smiled, your juices flowing on his fingers. he started making slow circles on your clit, making your head jerk back instantly, a shaky moan escaping your mouth as your back arched
he kept drawing small circles on your clit until he wasn’t satisfied by the movements anymore, quickly pulling away his hand, making you moan in complain
“on your knees.” ricky ordered and you obeyed, it was almost pitiful the speed with how you fell onto your knees, right in front of his hips. ricky pulled down his pants, his throbbing length poking from the boxers. you patted it from the outside, making ricky shut his eyes “baby don’t tease.” his voice was deep and hoarse
you smirked and quickly pulled down his boxers, his hard and angry red cock bouncing on his chest, making you drool at the mere sight.
you stroked it, pre-cum already dripping from the tip which you kissed, lips dirtying with it. you swallowed his whole length, maintaining eye contact with ricky as you started bobbing your head, stroking where you could not reach.
out of ricky’s lips escaped moans and low groans, his fingers grasped at your hair, pulling it into a very messy ponytail. his eyes shifted from the reflections of your sinful actions in the mirror; you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth
“so good,” he moaned “your mouth was made for me, yeah? sucking me off so well.” he started groaning, gripping on your head with both of his hands, starting to facefucking you. you gripped on his hips, tears rolling down your cheeks whilst you tried to stop your gagging reflex, the room filling with disgusting sounds.
“fuck fuck fuck.” his moans went louder as he started thrusting even faster “you’re such a slut, went on your knees— on your knees so fast for me.” your throat started to burn before a hot liquid shot down it, ricky cumming inside your mouth.
he thrusted a few more times before pulling out, helping you up, your legs shaking and knees sore but you didn’t mind. he kisses you deeply again, tasting his own seed, whispering in between “i love you.” he dried your tears with his thumb, his other hand grasping on your waist again, pulling you closer and closer, almost wanting your bodies to become one.
“let me take care of you now, mh?” he smiled at you, making you turn around and pulling your pants down, you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your aching core “ricky.” you breathed out
“yes, princess?” he asked, holding your body firmly with one of his hands as the other went down to tease your clit “what do you want?”
“please ricky, need you inside of me.” you pleaded, head resting on one of his shoulders “be a good girl and look at the mirror for me.” you raised your head and looked at the image in the mirror, ricky’s deep eyes staring at yours. his hand — the free one — went down to your clit, rubbing circles, making you moan.
as embarrassing as it seemed, ricky became hard again just after hearing your pretty noises, you could feel his bulge poking through your ass cheeks, he rubbed himself between them while he kept massaging your clit. his grip on your body tightening when your legs started shaking.
“ricky please.” you cried out “fuck me, need you so bad.” ricky seemed reluctant “baby we don’t have a condom.”
“i don’t care.” you looked into his eyes from the mirror, biting your bottom lip “want you to come inside of me, make me full.”
“fuck.” he cursed under his breath, your words almost making him cum there and at that moment “you want me to fill you with my kids, uh? want it so bad?”
“yes!” you exclaimed “please.” you felt your hips rolling against ricky’s fingers, needing more than what he was giving you.
ricky was quick to remove his hand from your clit to stroke his dick, your juices serving as lube before sliding inside your pussy from the back; you gasped at the sudden intrusion. after bottoming out, he pulled away and slammed inside you in a forceful thrust, your walls hugging his cock.
you felt lightheaded, only moans escaping out of your lips as you squeezed your eyes in pleasure “nah ah.” you heard and ricky’s fingers grasped on your chin, forcing your head to raise “look at yourself, look how pretty you are while you take my cock.” he whispered in your ear
“taking me so well, such a good girl.” he groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, your boobs bouncing under the shirt with no bra to contain them.
“ricky..” you moaned, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach “please ‘m so close.” ricky kissed your neck, his hand going back to trace circles on your clit, trying to make you feel even more pleasure
“cum for me, pretty.” he whispered “cum all around me.” and it was enough to make your legs shake, creaming around his cock with a loud moan, clenching. your eyes shutting in pleasure and head resting on his shoulder.
you felt sensitive, ricky knew you always were after releasing, so he gently kissed your neck, holding you with both his hands. he presses his hand on your stomach, feeling his dick poking on it “can you feel me right here?” he asked, thrusting deeper “fuck i’m close.” he started thrusting faster, the sound of skin slapping filled the room
“ricky.” you cried out again “too much..” he massaged your body “i know,” he whispered “i know baby, just a little bit more.”
he came shortly after, filling you up, making you gasp at the feeling of his hot cum dying your walls.
ricky kept moving inside of you at a slow speed, riding you and him down your orgasm. he pulled your head to the side, tilting it so he had free access to your lips, kissing you tenderly
“you’re amazing.” he murmured on your lips “i love you so much, i’m so sorry y/n.” he pouted and you pecked his lips once more “it’s alright ricky.”
ricky gave you a small smile before pulling out, watching as both of your liquids dripped down your thighs “now, let’s get you cleaned up and go home, i’ll spoil you today..” he glanced down again “and also buy plan b, perhaps.” you hit his chest lightly, chuckling
#zb1 smut#zb1 hard hours#zb1#zb1 hard thoughts#ricky smut#ricky hard hours#ricky hard thoughts#shen ricky smut#shen ricky smuts#ricky smuts#shen ricky hard hours#shen ricky hard thoughts#ricky zb1 smuts#ricky zb1 smut#ricky zb1 hard hours#zb1 imagine#zb1 scenarios
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Hi<3
I was just mindlessly daydreaming about Spencer Reid and an idea came up.
So imagine this maybe spencer x bau!reader? , Spencer always has like longish natural nails right? What if derek notices that he has had his nails trimmed for some time and teases him about it. Maybe when he asks spencer, he gets flashbacks with reader of last night? I imagine something along the lines of “So my boy’s been getting laid all this time”? I feel like it would be timed in the end of 1 series. And like little bit spice🤌 and his long scrawny fingers.
I think that this is it. This is an idea for a request, I think you’ll like it.
I hope that both sides of your pillow are always cold<3 have a good day
NO CUZ THIS REQUEST MADE ME FEEL SO GOOD I LOVE SPENCERS NAILS i personally was a big fan on the long nails but I can see how they would be uncomfy
Derek poured creamer into his cup of coffee as he watched Spencer pour his second cup of the morning. Usually, Derek got on Spencer for the dubious amounts of sugar he "needed" in his coffee, but today he noticed something else.
"Hey kid, what's with the nails?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows at Spencer's shortened fingernails wrapped around a BAU mug. They weren't bitten or messy like Prentiss's, but carefully cut and pampered.
Spencer's face immediately pinkened, trying not to glance back at you, sitting at your desk in a skirt and blouse. It was hard not to think about the night before: toying with the edge of your skirt, pushing your panties aside to dip a finger into your heat before you protested the harshness of Spencer's long nails.
"Maybe- if you could- trim your nails really quick? They're just kind of pokey." You whispered nervously, fiddling with the tie around your boyfriend's neck.
Spencer's lips formed an understanding "Oh" as he looked down at his long nails. He'd always kept them clean, but never considered how the length might be an issue.
"Not that I don't like them-" You reassured as a frown formed on Spencer's face.
"No, no, no. It's fine, it's fine, I understand. That makes sen-" Spencer waved his hands around and you could tell he was about to start on a shy, apologetic ramble.
"I just think it'd feel better." You finished your previous sentence in a seductive whisper. Spencer's eyes glew up.
"Anything to make you feel better, yeah." Spencer spoke the words barely above a hush and reached for the nail clippers on his bedside table.
The rest of the night was the most enjoyable he'd ever seen you. You craved his fingers more than anything now and couldn't help but watch the veins in them work as you viewed Spencer gripping the coffee mug.
"Kid?" Spencer shook out of it, blushing immensely as he realized how far off he'd just been. "Damn," Morgan looked back at you and chuckled. "She's got you whipped."
Spencer cheekily shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Spencer said with a wide smile before walking away.
"Sure. You know, first it's the nails. Then they try to control your facial hair and your clothes and your head." Morgan yelled across the room, you biting your tongue to not burst out laughing at Spencer's public embarrassment.
Morgan was very right though. Your next agenda would most definitely be adding a little stubble to that baby face.
I HOPE I FUFILLED YOUR ASK
THANKS FOR THE ASK MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <3
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His protector | CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!comedian!reader (she/her)
Word count: 0.4k
Genre: regular imagine + smau (overall fluff)
Warnings: not proofread; mentions of Ferrari's disastrous strategy; fluff;
Summary: Yn is a comedian, who happens to date the f1 driver Charles Leclerc and who loves to joke around about how horrendous Ferrari is, but beware: she is the only one who can laugh at her boyfriend’s disastrous races. No one pokes fun at Charles in front of her, especially not on live TV.
A/n: This request has been sitting in my inbox forever because I'm a freaking perfectionist who loved the idea but wanted to get it to be perfect. It's my first time mixing social media au and regular images, I don't know if I'll be doing it again, but I hope you guys like it! Anon who requested: thank you sm for being so patient and kind with your request, it means a lot. I hope it's a bit like you imagined it to be. Every piece I write here it’s a new experience, so your feedback, comments, and asks are more than welcome. *mwah* 🤍
A/n2: A huge shoutout to Leri ( @elitebarzal ) for helping me with this (she was the one who sent me the jokes and helped me with the story's structure). ILY, Le!
A/n3: None of these jokes are originally mine, they're all from the internet, just like all the pictures used are from Pinterest. The writing, however, is all me, and I do not consent for it to be published anywhere else!
Based on this request.
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“Why did Charles Leclerc take up gardening?” Yn asks eyes focused on the main camera in the studio, ready to deliver her joke. Anthony, Yn’s colleague, and part of the Saturday Night Live cast, was already trying to hold back his laughter when she added, “Because he wanted to be in "pole" position at least once this season.”
The crowd hollered in laughter, and Anthony almost couldn’t hold his own back.
“This one got me, I gotta give it to you that this is way funnier than whatever I had for tonight,” he bantered.
“It’s a live show for a reason, right?” she winked and turned back to the camera.
Yn was dating Charles for over a year now, and he was a constant topic of her jokes, the audience, and fans were used to her always roasting him, but everyone knew it to be just part of their relationship. Yn being sassy and playful as she was would make fun of whoever she was close enough to know her jokes wouldn’t come off as offensive.
Charles loved that side of her. It was nice to have someone who would cry with you but also make you laugh and take the hardships of life with a degree of lightness.
It was race week, Yn was in the paddock and it wasn’t uncommon for some channels to call upon her for a quick interview about her thoughts on the race. She usually wouldn’t mind, she would be polite as usual, answer their questions, sometimes even tell a joke or two and then follow her path back to Charles if he was free to have her around.
This time, however, this interview seemed to stress her more than to amuse her.
“We all know he can do better-”
“Can he?!” Yn asked, brows furrowing a challenging look on her face. “With Ferrari’s current strategy, I don’t think he can.”
“Well, most people seem to think he could, and I tend to believe that maybe that’s right. It’s not always the team’s fault.”
“Eric, have you tried driving a formula one car?”
The reporter gaped, taken aback by Yn’s question, before answering, “Well, no, I’m a journalist.”
“If you’re so sure he could do better, then maybe you should go there and try driving the car. See which position you get,” she kept her instance, lips pursed in a tight line.
The reporter chuckled, trying to light the situation, but Yn didn’t, and everyone watching the live interview saw the tension in the air. Everyone got the message: nobody downplays her boyfriend in front of her. There’s a line between making fun when it’s known Charles is comfortable and openly talking about how he could do better in a sports program.
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Sinbad (Magi) and his divorced wife (modern au please, or if you don't feel comfortable with that, you can do it in the regular world)
Reader divorced him because of how he viewed things and how close he would get with other women, she's kinda gay
And Sinbad is kind of sad because of the fact that the only woman he truly loved wants nothing to do with him.
Even add a gremlin, a kid to the mix if it entertains you!!
Pls 💛
You don't have to if you don't want too!!
Sinbad x ex-wife!reader
Cw: fem reader, written in second person, english isn't my first language, you have an adopted kid, disloyalty from him, idk.
A/n: thank you for requesting and im so sorry for taking so long to do your request, writer's block be hitting harder lately. Hope you enjoy it mwah!!
How many times had he entertained the young women who threw themselves at him in the middle of your dates, right in front of your eyes?
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Never could you say anything about it as its not like he was really cheating on you, he was "just playing" as he loved to say. It drove you insane.
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In addition to his borderline unfaithfulness, there was also his questionable morals and the things he did to get what he wanted. All of it always rubbed you the wrong way but you fought to love him anyway.
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But as we all know, ine can only fight for so long.
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All of it kept adding up and and you found yourself bothe sat at the kitchen table. You slide him a paper - a divorce settlement document.
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He tried to give you excuses and promised he would change but you were set, there's no way you'd lock yourself in a toxic cycle of wrong-doing, excises, and forgivness forever.
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After the divorce,
You went on with your life like nothing happend
Of course it still stung to part from the man you loved oh so much but you had to move on.
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Weeks pass and he isn't the same anymore. He went out to different bars and surrounded himself with ladies, reminding himself that he didn't need you.
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What a conman.
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He desperately needed you. Being a man of his position there wasn't many he could trust, somehow he opened up to you and gave you his heart. He knew how precious your love was to him yet he ruined it - entirely by himself. He'll never experience somehing like this again.
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Guilt hollowing him as he grieves the missing part of him and as he thinks of the sadness he caused you. He'd become a waste.
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Fast forward, you grew as a person and became successful, no longer the women you used to be.
Things kept getting better and better for you as if taking the weed out of your life made place for a rich and flowery garden to bloom effervescently.
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You could finally breath.
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Long after, you adopted a gremlin a kid!
You gave them the ever best life they deserved and enjoy life as a successful mother and child. Life simply couldn't get better.
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Then he saw you.
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Then you saw him.
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He couldn't belive it's, the then live of his life standing right in front of him after years of no contact.
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"H-hi..." He uttered, trying his best to make himself sound more confident - it failed.
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"Hello" you replied coldly.
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A long awkward silence took over when you decide to walk away before he starts to question about your life or worst - enter it again.
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"I should go" you sai as you walk past him but barely a couple step away and he grips your wrist.
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Tho he was strong, his hold on you was gentle, almost pleading.
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"Please wait? Can we talk?" He asks trying his best to think of ways to have you remain by him even for a little longer.
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"What is there to talk about sinbad? We're over"
You say curtly, not wanting to go weak and give in to him in the way is face begged you to.
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He notices the young child beside and questions flooded his mind. 'A child? Was it hers? Ours? Hasd she found someone new? How much of their lives have i missed?' Then guilt came back stronger than ever, not being made easy but the way the kid clutched on your trousers.
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"Mom, who's that?" They ask innocently.
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"An old friend, dear" you smile at your child lovingly.
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An old friend, those words rung in his head like hell bells.
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He let go of your wrist and she walked away.
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You sufferd through him, why shouldn't he? Regardless of how he feels you have more to care about.
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He'll find a way to heal, you wish him that much. But for now the only thoughts in your head is what you're going to do today to make this day unforgettable for your child and yourself.
#magi the labyrinth of magic#magi the kingdom of magic#magi the adventures of sinbad#magi x reader#magi#sinbad x y/n#sinbad x you#sinbad x reader#sinbad#x reader#sin city wasn't made for you~~~#he's an asshole but i love him#he is my scrunkly#orh's#from orh to etheriia
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Guess who’s back again~ ✨
Hopefully not too late because time zones confused the crap outta me!
For the three hundred followers event could I request a Drabble with Rook and Vil? Where Vil’s upset about something, whether it’s a bad roll, Neige, or just having an off day, and Rook decides to cheer him up the best way he knows how?
Best of Luck on the General Vanrouge card!! If you haven’t already gotten it, and have fun writing!!
and here’s the last drabble for my 300 event! thanks for the request citrus-sharkpup (MWAH MWAH) i really enjoyed writing this and i hope u enjoy it just as much teehee
also, u already know this BUT WOOO LILIAS CARD IS MINE NOW!! im sure it was def the good luck u sent my way LOLLL
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vil sighed. rook poked him in the side, resulting in a gasp from the other. vil whipped his head around, sending him a glare.
“what was that, rook?” vil asked. “i am not in the mood today.”
“of course, roi du poison. i would never wish to make you feel worse,” rook assured, placing a hand over his heart. “i notice that you are upset. may i try to cheer you up?”
“cheer me up? don’t bother. i am feeling fine, in fact.”
“ah, but that is a lie, my dear vil. your eyebrows are slanted 10 degrees, you have sighed approximately sixteen times, and you have “checked” your nails three times more than usual.” rook explained and vil would have felt much more creeped out if he hadn’t known what rook was like.
“you’re so strange,” vil sighed, rolling his eyes.
“i prefer eccentric. the fact of the matter is, you’re not feeling your best. i can remedy that.”
“oh?” vil raised a brow, no doubt that he would regret entertaining rook like this. “how so?”
“tickling, of course!” rook declared and vil averted his eyes.
“tickling? don’t be ridiculous.”
“oh, but why don’t we try first? i assure you it works much better than you would assume,” rook added, a feign calmness in his posture. his eyes, on the other hand, revealed a hint of hopefulness. vil looked at him, thinking. sure, rook was.. weird, but vil trusted him.
“…..fine.” rook lit up at that but it was barely noticeable. at once, rook began to tickle vil, venturing the sensitive spots on his body.
vil didn’t bother to conceal his laughter. after all, rook already knew he was ticklish.
“heheheheah!” he giggled, breathless and pretty, exactly how one would imagine him to laugh. rook had told him before that his laughter was one of his favorite sounds.
“ah, like music to my ears.” rook continued poking and pressing at vil’s ribs as if it were a piano, which felt horribly sensitive.
“rohoohok!” vil giggled and rook chuckled at him.
“yes, roi du poison?” when rook actually responded, vil realized he didn’t know what he was even wanting to say. so, instead, he said nothing, any words he may have had replaced by giggles.
rook kneaded his ticklish skin with precision and the experience he had was obvious. it made vil wonder if tickling was something rook had done often.
“ahahahaha!” vil giggled, feeling lighter as the minutes passed by. rook never made him hysterical, which he enjoyed, and was very gentle in a way that really did make him feel better. guess tickling works after all.
#tickling#twst#twst tickling#twisted wonderland#lee!vil#ticklish!vil#ler!rook#rookvil#jai’s drabbles#jai’s 300 event
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hi! congratulations on 500 followers! thank you for sharing your writing with us, they make me feel warm and happy :3 for your event may i request aster, calla lily, and gardenia with xiao? thank you and congratulations again!
❁ prompt/s: "of course i noticed. i notice everything about you." + "wow… you look amazing…" + "the world is lucky to have you." + xiso
❁ warnings: none
❁ summary: xiao knows he isn't the best when it comes to words. but he still tires anyways.
❁ note: HI ANON TYSM FOR ENJOYING MY WORKS ILY HUHU T-T. this is a bit shorter than my usual fics since it's only 500 smthg words :"D but i hope you still enjoy this nonnie ^^ please remember to take care always and have an absolutely amazing day mwah <33
xiao had never been the best with words. despite being in a relationship with you for what he considered to be a fairly long time, he still struggled to say things a normal person could so easily speak.
he means to compliment you, to tell you how much he loves you and enumerate all the reasons why, but the affectionate words always seem to get caught up in his throat, never truly being able to get them out. he envies how other people compliment and are able to speak to you so freely and easily, even if they weren’t someone you were particularly close to.
he knows he has to be better for you. he wants to be better at verbally expressing his feelings for you, knowing just how happy it would make you.
(more utc!)
so, xiao decides to act on his desire.
he somehow musters the courage to ask you out on a date, knowing how you could use this to unwind and spend some time with him. his cheeks were flaming red. he could barely meet your eyes, and he might have stammered over his words a bit, but with the bright smile you give him, he deemed the embarrassment well worth it.
when he meets with you for the date, he vows to try and grace you with as much compliments as he can manage, no matter how flustered he gets. he swears he's asked zhongli for some basic compliments and he's already had some of them on the tip of his tongue.
but the moment he sees you, his mind goes blank. his mouth is dry and the words he had ready for you disappeared in mere seconds with how stunning you looked.
"wow…" xiao says, his mind unable to grapple and form coherent words. his warm eyes glance at you from head to toe in what you could clearly tell was adoration. "you look amazing…"
your cheeks flare at the sudden compliment. "why thank you, xiao," you reply, a wide smile making its way onto your features.
"is that new?" he asks suddenly, gesturing to your outfit. taken aback by his keen observance you can only nod.
"it is actually. i'm surprised you noticed."
"of course i noticed. i notice everything about you," the adeptus states firmly, cheeks growing as dark as yours at his bold proclamation.
"you're rather wordy today." you chuckle as you both start to walk towards liyue, the back of his hand ever so slightly brushing against your own. "what's up?"
xiao is silent for a few moments. he was never quite good with his feelings either so finding the words to describe how he felt, what his intentions were was proving to be quite the challenge for him.
"nothing." he keeps his eyes forward as you two walk, figure tense. "it's just… the world is lucky to have you. i'm lucky to have you. i don't say things to make it obvious, but i supposed i could try."
xiao didn't need to look at you to sense the beaming smile on your features in response to his words.
he feels himself relax when you intertwine your hands with his. a wave of relief crashes into him when you give his hand a reassuring and gentle squeeze as you two continue to trek along the path leading to the city.
"your effort is all i could ever ask for. it's more than enough for me."
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hii nadinee <3
the years coming to an end sooooo i need to sneak in atleast another ask that allows you to rant sdajhsdkjah
okay soo, i saw your posst about your rants about tbosas (Im assuming you've watched it? if not ignore this x)
soo i was thinkinggggg, if you wanttt, you can rant about it under this ask bc i love reading your rants and ily
bye noww mwah <33
HI LUCY !!!! thank you so muchh for this askjdklf 😭<33
i just finished watching it and i have some THOUGHTS. but it’s midnight here soo it’s definitely not well put AT ALL T-T
first of all, i just LOVE the fact that they added the “part x : ….” like that was such a nice touch i was so surprised for some reason
CLEM. i don’t know if it’s my memory that sucks, but i think she was a bit too confident and ambitious in this? especially that part with dr. gaul. book clemmie still fabricated the truth of course, but it was more to save herself from dr gaul’s notorious wrath. but movie clemmie did it to make a better impression on her, even went as far as claiming that she wrote it all which is just?? i don’t really understand why they had to “antagonize” her that way.
THE SINGING AT THE REAPING. like the beginning part. it actually gave me chills i love it so much
SEJANUS MY BELOVED. i love him so much. and that part of snow saying to him that he “will always protect him” throwing up because sejanus my love i’m so sorry
TIGRIS too oh my god. she’s just so everything. kind, compassionate, witty. and the part where they added the “you look like your father coriolanus” again, throwing up. i just i love her so much 😭
LUCY GRAYY. okay, don’t get me wrong, i LOVEE rachel and i think she was amazingg (and that scene when coryo was trying to convince her that she would be okay in the end thing after he killed mayfair and her voice cracked i can’t). AND LIKE THE FACT THAT SHE SANG ALL OF THEM LIVE STOP.
but i feel like they made lucy gray soo much more mature in here? as if everything she did was calculated and almost everything she said (before the games) had this ‘sneer’ in them. when, from what i remember, lucy gray wasn’t like that?
and that part at the end, when she told coryo she was going to get some katniss. they also made it seem like she suspected what was going on and was contemplating on doing something about it (which i get because of cinematic reason but). i don’t know, i think it erased the pure insanity of the moment a bit. how paranoid snow is for his safety that he could shed off trust that easily.
oh yeah SNOW 😭 tom blyth was greatt of course. watching this did make me realize how inner monologues can change and affect a story to the audience. because, no matter how good the actor is at face expression, you can never replace the running unfiltered thoughts that goes through a character’s mind.
like. honestly, if i had only watched the movie, maybe i would’ve violently shipped snowbaird too. cool if you do!! and i do get the whole appeal about doomed by the narratives, but i personally just never really liked or shipped them because of how disgustingly possessive snow is of her. how he had once thought that it’d be better to have her locked up in the capitol, his his his for like so many pages, etc.
i feel like the lack of snow’s inner monologue is definitely the reason why we now have so many people babygirling and justifying his actions. don’t know just something to think about i guess.
OH AND THE FACT THAT WE DONT HAVE THE “it’s not over until the mockingjay sings”??? jail that’s literally one of the best quotes from the book and it could’ve been SUCH a cinematic moment i don’t know why they cut that
that’s itt i think i don’t really want for this to go too long 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO DO THIS LUCY I LOVE YOU hope you’re having a wonderful holiday 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
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Hi! It's the anon who sent the drabble of Jake with a WSO wife that dies, again. You are honestly the sweetest, I am so so gald you liked the Hangman "origin story"! xxx
I got yet another idea relating to this scenario. Sorry, I couldn't stop myself... I hope you'll enjoy this as well xxx Can't wait to read your thoughts! xxx
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The next morning, Phoenix and Bob wake up to find a bouquet of flowers with a little card saying "You're lucky. Get better soon" on each of their little tables besides their hospital beds. They think they're from Rooster. Rooster doesn't confirm it, but neither does he explicitly deny it, because he feels too ashamed to admit he didn't get them anything. Jake hides the faint smile on his lips when he hears Phoenix gush about the flowers to Halo.
Then, the day he's been waiting for has finally arrived, the day he thinks he'll be chosen to fly the mission. The day for redemption. Or, at least, the day the guilt could end - one way or the other. He is so ready for it. But in vain. He is put to standby. He is crushed when he is denied to go in as reinforcement after Maverick is shot down.
When he hears Rooster not being able to eject, his voice is replaced by his wife's voice, her last words echoing in his mind. He's up in the air before he hears the end of the confirmation to his request. Hold on, just hold on, he repeats in his head.
Once he saved Maverick and Rooster, he feels relief and a bubbling sensation spread through his body. He replies to Rooster "I am good Rooster. I am very good." and for the first time in years, he means it. He feels good.
After they landed and he shook hands with Bradley, hugged Natasha and got some more pats on the back, he is looking over the celebrating mass of people. From the corner of his eyes, he sees his wife, a bright grin on her proud face, looking at him. He does a double take, and the illusion is gone. And although he feels the familiar disappointment, it is not as sharp as before. He feels lighter.
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PS.: What if he got his first confirmed kill during his first deployment/flight after his wife's death, which is one of the reasons why he is never the one to bring it up in a conversation?
NO NO LOOK WAIT SLAMS FIST ON TABLE AND GRABS YOUR COLLAR
are you like one of the writers for top gun or something because it is crazy how INCREDIBLE this is and how much sense it makes for hangman???????????
you legally have to tell me because i’m loosing my mind at how amazing this is my dear anon!!
going back to the first kill thing, it’s been brought up before that hangman would never mention it because he knows it was a person and not an accomplishment, but then adding onto the layer that it was straight after his wife’s death and it just adds onto the guilt? yeah! yep! yes!
goodness. thank you so so so much again for this incredible piece of writing and hc my dear anon!! i’m so very grateful you sent this to me as always!! mwah!! 💌💖🥹
#💌you’ve got mail#again i’m being serious when i say everyone needs to read this#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x you#hangman x you#jake hangman x you
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i am giving myself a brain break from my other obligations by writing you another unhinged theory post. (and because i miss sending you these wait who said that) enjoy <3
ight so, i was close last time and my main points then were [redacted] and [redacted] (bc i don't know if this is gonna be closer or not so i dunno if ur gonna post it) since one of those points has been all but confirmed due to recent ask answers and you not posting my theory, im gonna skip right over top of it. ( i am trying to be vague you'll get the picture)
So instead were gonna talk about the part im pretty sure i got wrong, or at least not close, which is where Tenebris/ maybe Keith? still up in the air on if Keith is aware when he's not in direct control, go when not physically present in the world. Due to being able to give ask answers more weight now i do think Tenebris is at least visible to most other people. It could be that as they've both grown, Tenebris has become able to hide his presence a little bit better, resulting in Keith being able to have negative relationships with his exs because why else would anyone think to hurt the poor flower boy when he has a literal monster standing behind him. unless they were just stupid, which is a very real possibility because of the aforementioned being mean to the sweet and adorable Keith. Tenebris' general existence provides some reasoning behind Keiths' parents actions, once again not excusing them because they suck and i hate them, but in one of the asks you said that their relationship with Keith would probably have at least been better if they had only had Keith alone, they didn't want Tenebris too. (which once again sucks i get that its not the ideal situation to have some sort of violent 'monster' living a very attached life with your son but maybe if you had treated them both with human decency and they wouldn't be such 'monsters' huh? bet you didn't think about that did you. god i hate them)
Moving on.
Sudden thought that was Not planned for this, but what if the line "he is speaking, speaking for me" from the song means like, Tenebris can see the world when he's not physically present but cant talk, he has to talk through Keith. and Keith is just like, a prisoner in his own body when this happens. oooo that's neat. i had something else planned but that's a cool concept im gonna rock with that.
im fairly certain this isnt going to get posted so hi nightmare how are you. hope ur feeling better, shitty life stuff sucks, but it'll get better i pwomise mwah (that and the heart earlier are platonic btw i wouldn't wanna step on Tads creators toes and get excommunicated from the church of Tad that would be very unradical)
Speaking of Tad since this is just me talking to you now apparently, i saw the outcry for a Tad theory and while I do have Thoughts i don't have anything super concrete yet. Plus notamonsterfucker wanted to work with me on theory stuff sometime and i lov them so we're thinking about Tad Together so it'll be a bit unless your boyfriend wants to feed us some more crumbs. Thatd be pretty cool, but no pressure obviously. This isn't a Tad blog and i as much as i enjoy Tad, i enjoy Keith and Tenebris more so keep making what you wanna make and i will continue to stew on your vagueness.
uuhh not much theory there at the end but yeah. also this received even less than my usual amount of proofreading because it is nearly midnight here and i am Tired so if its is unreadable that is why.
goodnight
I'm gonna show this, cause it still doesn't mention their explicit situation. Last one had something that was spot on, hehe. But yeah, you're doing good, but some things are still not quite there yet
And hello, I'm doing better today, thank you for asking :D
I'm glad you guys are bonding over Tad lore, lmao. I know my bf is cooking something, cause that ending to the restaurant ad had a sus end. Or maybe he has no idea what he's doing, who knows? He's definitely enjoying the attention Tad is getting though.
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Hello!!!!!!!!! You may not remember me but I was an anon who submitted an ask praising your works “making the cut” and “anonymous devotion” (both of which I have continuously re-read and will never stop loving!) as well as fantasizing about Dean loving his Sammy’s beautiful princess hair. I have come up with a few new ideas of how Dean might be able to be a little bit soft and creepy about his love for his baby brother’s majestic mane that I thought I should share with you of course! First, Dean probably has a hidden bag full of stray hairs he’s taken from Sam’s hairbrush and clippings he’s swept up off the floor after Sam’s semi frequent maintenance trims. I just imagine Dean sneaking out to the impala with the little bag and getting off on the scent and feel of the collection of hair. Second, I definitely see Dean getting more confident and possessive of his baby brother and going as far as secretly cumming into Sam’s shampoo/conditioner in order to mark his territory. Whether or not Sam ever knows I definitely see Sam talking about how amazing his hair smells after. And lastly, I definitely have imagined Sam and Dean both coming out about their attraction to each other and fulfilling all of their nasty beautiful freaky fantasies with each other; one obviously being Dean fucking his baby’s beautiful mop and Sam growing his hair out more and shaking, flipping and playing around with his hair more to flaunt it and tease his big brother whether they are in public or alone in the bunker. I hope my weird depraved musings were enjoyed and welcomed, sorry for being so long winded yet again lol. Your writing and your blog has fueled so many beautifully dark and smutty thoughts that I thought I should share them with you! And who knows? Maybe one day they could inspire you for a future piece 👀👀👀 lmao. Sending all my love!!! 💕
Aaaah! Hello again, fellow hair kinkster anon! 😁
I remember you, definitely! I get all giddy and kind of incredulous when someone comes into my askbox and is this nice to me, complimenting my work even! THANK YOU for that! You made my day yet again. 🤗
And, oh, the ideas in that head of yours are yummy.... *shivers*.... I especially like the idea of Dean being so infatuated with his little brother's luscious mane that he gets off to whatever "samples" he can get his hands on - and OF COURSE adding his own secret ingredient to Sam's conditioner. That idea definitely has potential! And uh.... This sort of happened... I didn't plan on it and it isn't much but I hope you enjoy! And thanks for the lovely, lovely ask and the naughty inspiration! MWAH! 💋
"Everything Dean Needs"
It's evening and the sun is hanging low in the horizon, dying rays of light filtered a dusty orange through the curtains in the motel room's windows. Sam is getting ready for a shower, and all day the kid has been getting on Dean's nerves. Not in the conventional way though. No, he's been running his hands through his hair, playing with it, tugging lighty at the strands to put stray locks behind his ears, and it's driving Dean absolutely crazy. If he didn't know better he'd think Sam was actually trying to rile him up. And now he's standing there right in front of him, wearing nothing but a frigging towel and Dean is supposed to not jump his bones? It's maddening. And Dean realizes how he's beginning to tent his jeans, his excitement definitely beginning to get difficult to hide. Damn it, Sam.
'It isn't fair,' Dean's mind needlessly informs him and automatically he clears his throat, trying to shrug off the feeling of being about to blow. And Sam's still standing there, looking sort of confused and so, so kissable. Dean just wants to bury his fingers in those silky, brown locks - God, they just look so incredibly soft. They'll probably feel that way too, even more so than the few strands he has managed to gather from Sam's brush these past few days. Feeling heat rise in his cheeks he vividly recalls his little 'session' in the car earlier, the little bag of his brother's hair nearly getting sucked up into his nostrils from the way he was inhaling their scent, wanting to drown in it. Dean is pretty confident that if he could just nuzzle his face into those cute little curls in Sam's nape it would smell so divine that he'd cream his pants right then and there. All earthy and warm and with a tiny hint of sweat and that stupid conditioner he uses. Oh.... the conditioner.
"... Dean??"
With a tiny jolt Dean snaps back to the present, his mind slamming right back to the motel room. And Sam. Beautiful Sam.
"You with me, man?" Sam's pretty mouth says, pink lips all inviting and soft looking. Dean wonders what they might taste like? Raspberries maybe? And how would they look all stretched around his di—
Clearing his throat once again Dean forces a smile and tries to just listen to the sensible, little voice in his head managing to finally pipe up, disrupting his reverie. 'He's my brother!' it says. No, screams it. Like it has so many times before, trying to reason with the outrageous thoughts polluting his mind. But this time isn't any different - the scolding voice fades away as quickly as it came, gives way to the blazing need smoldering away somewhere in Dean's groin.
"F'course," Dean says, hoping he doesn't sound as wrecked as he feels. Sam just eyes him up and down for a moment, some luscious locks of that glorious hair falling in his face a little. It reminds Dean of one of those velvet curtains in a theater. He wants to touch it, wants to gently move it aside and tuck it behind his baby brother's ear. Oh, god, Dean's jeans are way too tight now.
"Dude, you're zoning out. You sure you're alright?" says the pretty mouth and Dean wants to kiss it silent. Instead, he forces himself to settle for a nod.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just, uh... A little tired, that's all," he rasps out. It isn't even really a lie. He is tired. Tired of sneaking around like this, tired of the secrecy, of wanting. Hell, he wants Sam so bad it frigging hurts. And he's pretty sure that if he doesn't do something, if he doesn't move out of Sam's line of sight very soon, his little brother is going to notice the ever hardening bulge in his jeans.
A little spike of panic shoots through him and his mind flickers back to the thought of Sam's conditioner. It's a good idea. It's an excellent idea, actually. And it'll let him out of the room too. And the mere thought of his baby brother running his slender fingers through that long hair, slick with conditioner and slick with him makes Dean suddenly feel out of breath. Like he's just been punched in the goddamn gut. Oh, it's the hottest friggin' thing he's ever thought of. A flash of red-hot excitement courses through him and he has to swallow down a moan that wants to tumble out of his mouth without his permission.
"Okay..." Sam says and, oh, God, why is he wetting his lips now?? The pink flesh glistens in the light from the sunset and Dean's eyes laser-focus on them in an instant, mind spinning. He wants to suck on them. No, he needs to.
"Well, I'm gonna take a shower then," Sam says, his head slightly tilted like he's having trouble reading the expression on his big brother's face. Dean doesn't blame him one bit. And then Sam turns to leave for the bathroom and suddenly Dean finds himself shooting up from the bed, scrambling to cut him off.
"Whoa, hey...?" Sam's pretty, pink mouth says as Dean walks right out in front of him, grabbing the handle on the bathroom's wooden door.
"Sorry, gotta just..." Dean says, out of breath and suddenly sweaty, as he turns a little to send Sam a big smile. He doesn't know if it looks any way near natural and he doesn't know how to finish the sentence either. Sam just looks puzzled and Dean prays that he doesn't notice the tent in his jeans, now massive and definitely hard enough to pound nails with.
And then Dean closes the door right in his brother's face, shielding himself from view. Turns the key. Leans against the cool wood for just a bit, trying to catch his breath. It doesn't work. And his dick downright hurts. It's time to put his plan into action. Just the thought of it makes his head swim like he's been bingedrinking whisky, but in the good way. The very good way.
Out of breath he snatches the half full bottle of conditioner from the shower caddy and unscrews the cap. Clutching it in one hand he reaches down, shaky fingers unzipping himself and finally freeing the straining flesh from its too-tight denim confinement. Oh, God. His own fingers closing around his dick is almost enough to make him shoot his load right away, electric zaps zinging through him viciously. Oh, this is the best idea he's ever had. Images of Sam's perfect hair getting slobbered in the creamy, white conditioner mixed with his spunk flash through his mind and he knows he's not going to last more than a minute or two. But that's okay. It's okay. And Sam's right on the other side of the locked door, he's right there, so close, so, so close and—
"Dean? You done yet?" his little brother says right behind the wooden plane separating them and Dean swears he can feel the voice in his goddamn bones and his dick practically jumps in his hand. This is it, he's almost there. Feverishly he's tugging on himself, nearly blind and wheezing from the intensity of the need coursing through him like some freak tidal wave. The open bottle of conditioner is right below his dick in a trembling hand, ready for it. So ready. All he needs is a little push, a little anything, God, he needs to—
"Dean?"
Sam's voice hits him like a lightning bolt from behind the door, zapping through him from one nerve ending only to bouce off the next. And he's coming. He's coming so hard that his vision whites out and his knees nearly buckle, choking on his brother's name. White stickiness splatters over his fingers and into the waiting bottle, fills it almost all the way to the top. It's beautiful. It's perfect. And it's almost everything Dean needs.
#wincest#spn#fanfiction#hair kink#spn fic#pining#sam winchester#dean winchester#dee writes#Dean is a goner#is it wrong if I want some of that conditioner too?#hot stuff#anon ask
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HIIII hru?? I hope you're doing quite well!! Can i request headcanons of sun and m m moon with a reader who arranged a sleepover at the daycare <3 like maybe they got the permission and what not not to mention they want to spend more time with them in general! Hope that's okay!
Hi Sierra! I'm doing pretty well and I hope you are the same!
I don't write headcanons so I wrote a fic instead, hope you don't mind. And in true Mod Vamp fashion I added a pinch of angst, as a treat. (Small cw for deception.)
I hope you enjoy my friend!
Sun and Moon are clingy and have separation issues and need a therapist why would Fazbear Entertainment do this?
It was finally your time off. A break from the smell of pizza and metal. Perhaps, you could finally catch up on that show you’ve been meaning to watch. Or maybe you could finally get a full eight hours of sleep. You enter the living room and take a seat on the couch. Having just eaten dinner, it would be perfect to settle down with something to watch.
You were halfway into a show before your phone began to ring. You were going to ignore it, no one important should be calling so late. Looking over you see the name of your manager. Oh god, she didn’t call unless it was urgent. Letting out a sigh, you pause the show and answer.
“Hello-?” You were swiftly interrupted by a loud crashing sound.
There’s a moment of yelling followed by more crashes. “Hey! I am so sorry to ask this on your day off, but we really need you to come in! Put that down!” Something shatters in the back. A second voice can be heard
“Oh no! I’ve made a mess! Clean up!”
Your manager groans and then speaks again. “Something happened to the daycare attendant's arm. We don’t know what but it’s completely gone. They asked for you to fix them and when we told them you weren’t here today they just freak out! I don’t know why, but he only wants you to fix him.”
On the inside you are screaming. You finally were getting a break but now it’s over. “...I’ll be right there. Hopefully I can get there before the shutters close.”
“Oh, thank you so much! I’ll buy you lunch to make up for it! We’ll try to get him to parts and services.” You hang up the phone and rub your temples. It’s better to hurry and get this done so you can return back home.
The drive to the Pizza Plex was quiet, probably the last bit of silence you will receive for the next thirty minutes. Replacing an arm should be a quick fix. Unlike with other technicians, Sun was very well behaved for you.
You pull into the parking lot and sit there for a minute. Would it be wrong to just wait here until the shutters go down? Act like you couldn’t make it. No, you couldn’t do that to your manager. And you wouldn’t want them to deal with having one arm for a whole weekend. It won’t be too bad. You kinda missed having their energy around anyway.
Walking into the Pizza Plex you are routinely scared by a map bot before making your way. You find yourself in front of the doors to parts and services. There, your manager anxiously paces but then sighs in relief.
She sets her hands on your shoulders. “Really, thanks for this. I gotta head home now. Make sure to leave before they lock up!” And just like that she’s gone, leaving almost too fast.
Entering the room, Sun sits in the protective cylinder. His one good hand delicately placed in his lap with him rocking side to side. They see you and perk up. Jumping off the table, Sun picks you up and spins around. Even with one arm they still have such amazing strength.
“My sunshine is here! Those other mechanics were so mean to me!” He nudged his faceplate against your cheek. “MWAH! Now that you’re here I can feel aaaallllll better!” Sun carries you back to the cylinder. They set you down and hop back onto the table.
“It’s nice to see you too, Sun. What happened to your arm? I understand a little scratch here and there but the whole thing is missing.” You turn to look for his box of parts missing the way he tensed.
“OH! Uh…The cable! Moon was patrolling the daycare to make sure we didn’t miss anything before we closed. The cable just snapped! And uhm…the arm just came clean off!” Sun explained while gesturing with his one available arm.
“I’ll send a request for maintenance to come down and check it out. The cable shouldn’t just snap like that.” If an animatronic was able to sweat, Sun would be absolutely drenched.
“NO! I- I mean you don’t have to do all that, Sunshine. Maintenance already stopped by before you showed up. They already switched out the cord and filed the report.”
Shoving past multiple boxes, you finally found their parts. For some reason they were all the way in the back. “Well, I’m glad you’re mostly okay. I would’ve been really worried if you lost your head or something worse.”
The daycare attendant’s cooling fans kicked on. You were worried about them! You’re just the sweetest person ever! They were so in love they felt like their servers were gonna crash!
Grabbing the parts you need to rebuild Sun’s arm, you walk back into the protective cylinder. Having a better look at him, it doesn't look like his arm just fell off. Around the empty socket there were multiple small indents. You would have to ask them about it when you’re on the clock. You set up the parts and exit to get to the computer. Not before giving Sun a small kiss on the faceplate. That gesture alone was enough to fill him with joy.
It was a quick procedure, even with this ancient computer. You’d think with all this money Fazbear Entertainment could afford to buy new tech. It would’ve been quicker if you didn’t have to search for the parts too.
Sun skips out of the cylinder, swinging his arm around to test it. Even doing a cartwheel for an extra measure. “You fixed me just perfectly! Now that I'm all better, we can play or cuddle or draw!”
“Actually, it’s still technically my day off. I have to go home now, Sunny.” You tried to sweeten him up by pulling out a nickname.
It didn’t work.
Sun had his arms wound tightly across your waist, their lower half dragging across the floor. They were pleading for you not to leave yet. “Please! Hey, you haven’t even seen Moon! It would be so unfair if you only spent time with me today. Or we could just play!”
“I have to go. I’ll be back on monday. Just imagine how much fun we can have when I get back.” After a long struggle you finally made it.
To the door of parts and services.
That’s fine. You could just sweet talk him. Give them a few kisses here and there and you would be home free.
Attention Mega Pizza Plex guests.
We are now closed. Freddy and his friends have had a long day but would love to see you again tomorrow. The doors will now be locked. Any personal possessions locked inside will be considered private property. We thank you and hope you have a nice night.
You stop your attempt of getting to the door and look at your fazwatch. You check the cameras to see that the shutters have gone down. You look at Sun and you were sure if his faceplate could move he’d be smiling wider.
“Alright, you win sweetheart. We can have a sleepover. How does that sound?”
Now, it would be very easy for you to leave. All you needed to do was call Vanessa and have her open the shutter for you. However, it might be nice to spend time with your robotic boyfriends. You guys don’t get to see each other often. They’re confined to the daycare while you need to be on beck and call in case something breaks. Spending the night with them doesn’t sound too bad.
“SLEEPOVER! With you?? AH! Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” In a blur, you’re picked up and tossed over Sun’s shoulder. In record time, you make it from parts and services to the daycare. They set you down on the soft, foam flooring.
You take a moment to look around. Something metallic gleams in the corner of your eye. Looking over, you crouch and take a peak. Tucked underneath a chair was a screwdriver. You reach under and grab the tool. Why was there a screwdriver lying around the daycare?
Sun is fast to snatch it from your hands. “How dangerous! Oh no! Oh no!....Uhm…Those maintenance guys must've left it here! When they fixed my cable, yes yes. I have to confiscate this. Aren’t they just so mean? Leaving such dangerous items where children play!” Sun gives you no time to process as they shove the screwdriver into their arm compartment. That was definitely suspicious.
Before you can start your questioning, he begins bouncing around the room. Looking for something the two of you could do.
“Imagine all the fun we can have! We can tell stories, cuddle, play so many games, kiss, draw!” Sun lets out an excited yelp. He was making too much noise. If Vanessa were to hear she would come check and make you go home.
“Sun, darling.” You quickly pad over to him, wrapping your arms around him. Their movements stop and they look down to you, eager to hear any and everything you have to say. “We’ll have to be more quiet. Vanessa is on patrol tonight and if she hears us I’ll have to leave.”
Sun lets out a choked gasp. “Nonononono! You can’t leave!” They bring their volume down a few levels. Still yelling, but quiet. “I’ll be good and quiet. Ms. Nightguard won’t even know we’re here!”
“Good, thank you honey.” Sun practically goes limp at the nickname. “Aw, I just realized I don’t have anything to change into.” Looks like you were sleeping in your uniform.
Without saying anything, the daycare attendant zooms away and into the gift shop. The sound of digging can be heard before Sun scrambles back down, almost tripping over his jester shoes. In their hands was a shirt with a cartoon depiction of your lovers. “We don’t have any bottoms, but this shirt should work.”
You take the shirt from his hands and thank him. Though, he doesn’t say anything back. Sun just stands and stares at you. Fiddling with his hands, stepping from one foot to the other. Their optics practically bore into you. “Sun? You okay?”
“Oh! Never better! I just loooooove you so much! I’m…We’re very happy you stayed the night with us.” Their hands go from side to side in quick succession. “Now, you need to get all cozy. You can change in the bathroom while I set up the room.”
Pressing a kiss to his hand, you make your way to the daycare bathrooms. Sun makes sure to watch you walk there before heading to his room.
The room looked much better than it used to. Sun and Moon were pretty neglected from Fazbear Entertainment. They didn’t get everything the others got. Not the attention or merchandise. They didn’t get a fully furnished room, heck, their room didn’t even have flooring before you showed up.
But that’s why you’re just so perfect. You helped them fix up their room. Using money from your own pocket; you brought them so many pillows and blankets, strung up lights, even painted the walls blue and yellow. You’ve done more for them than this company ever did.
Sun was arranging a pillow pile for you to sleep in. From their memory sync, Moon begins to talk.
‘They’re onto us.”
‘I know. They’re so smart, we can’t keep it a secret forever. They’ll find out and hate us and they’ll leave us! What if they start dating Mr. Fazbear or Ms. Chica or or or or!’
‘SUN! Calm down. We just need to keep selling that maintenance is stupid and worthless, which they are. That they caused this. Then our dear will become our primary handler.’
‘Right…you’re right, Moon. I just need to keep calm. Which is easier said than done.’
“Sun? Are you here?” You yawn as you crawl through the tunnel connecting the rooms.
“Of course I’m heeeee…” He trails off. That shirt was so cute on you! His cooling systems kick on, the fans making a low hum. “Sunshine! You’re so adorable! Let me hug you!”
You nod and open your arms. Sun instantly scoops you up. They’re warm, so calming you could fall asleep right there.
‘Let me out, Sun. It’s my turn. Look at our dear. It’s their bedtime.’
‘But…But we didn’t get to play! They said we could!’
‘They’re human. They need their rest. Unlike us they can’t recharge and go. It’s time to sleep.’
‘Fine…’
Sun sits you down on the pillow pile and goes to shut off the lights. You were surrounded by darkness. The only inkling that Moon was there was the jingling of bells and the slight red glow of his eyes. They make their way to one of the walls. The sound of tape ripping can be heard before the soft glow of fairy lights come on. The lights give the room a soft glow.
You cast your eyes over to Moon, electrical tape covers the areas of their lighting sensors. He slides over to where you sit and lays you back. “I didn’t want the lights to trigger Sun. This is my time, Moonlight. I couldn’t take any chances.”
They lay next to you, taking a fluffy blanket and covering you both. “May I?” The nighttime animatronic presses a hand to your upper chest. Seeing you nod fills him with joy. He lies down and presses his faceplate to your chest.
Your heartbeat. The rhythmic sound of your heart coursing blood. It soothed him, told Moon that you were still here with him…with Sun. They were made of metal and wiring, not capable of having a pulse. It made them feel special that you let them indulge in something like this.
“Moonlight…”
“Yes, Moony?”
The stupid nicknames you used. Moon wanted to hate them, but he just couldn’t. It was something you gave them. Something they needed to cherish.
“Maintenance did such a mediocre job, didn’t they. It’s amazing they still work here with such incompetence. For my hook to unclip from my back like that. Wouldn’t it be amazing if you were our handler?”
“Your hook? Sun told me it was the cable.”
Silence.
Oh no, Moon screwed up. That was Sun’s job! To be the one to mess up their plans. How could he let this happen. You were going to leave them. Moon began to shake, his programmed anxiety starting to kick in.
“Moon, my darling.” Moon refused to look up. He hated this, he hated everything. You were going to leave. Just like every other stupid, annoying technician.
“Were you guys lying about how you lost your arm?” You kept your tone soft and comforting.
Moon took a minute. Arguing in his mind with Sun. “...Yes we did, Moonlight. We just needed to see you. These feelings…they’re so new…so disgusting. I just don’t know how to act.” They bring a hand up to grip the seam of their faceplate. An anxious tic they’re grown to use.
“Did Sun use that screwdriver to break off your arm?” You ask while bringing your hand up to theirs, prying it away from their face.
“No…I did. Sun’s too much of a wimp for anything like that.”
You sign and pull Moon away from your chest. “Come on. Sit up, we need to talk.”
Sitting up, Moon has his arms crossed and is avoiding your gaze. He wanted to be angry and lash out. To blame anyone but themselves.
“Listen Moon, you too Sun. I love you guys. You know I do. However, you can’t just go around and break yourselves just for me to come down. What if management decides that you’re causing too much trouble and scraps you.”
“I wouldn’t let them. Those humans can’t fend against me, especially with no power.” Moon chuckles darkly.
“This is serious, Moon! You can’t just do something like this. I might get fired if they find out I’m tied to this.”
The thought of following you home crossed their shared mind. They could always sneak onto the computers and find where you lived. No, that would make you mad. They don’t think they would be able to handle you hating them. And Sun could never part from the daycare, he loved it too much.
“Moonlight…you’re right. This was naughty of us. But those other technicians, they hate us and we hate them! We aren’t Fazbear and the main gang so why should they care about us…” Moon slumps over.
You drape your arms over them and plant a kiss straight on their sculpted teeth. The nighttime animatronic wraps its arms around you, smooshing it’s faceplate into your lips. Pulling away, you reach for the blanket to cover you and Moon.
“I’ll ask about becoming your handler, but there’s no promise that they’ll let me. If I can't, could you at least try to get along with maintenance?” You yawn as you settle back into the pillow pile. Moon shifts to be able to cradle you in his arms.
“For you, Moonlight? Anything.” His built-in music box kicks on, humming a slow tune. “Sleep now, dear. I’ll be sure to wake you before the morning shift gets here…Sun says goodnight too.”
“We aren’t done talking about this. This conversation will continue on Monday. I love you guys.”
“We love you as well.”
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Hi, I hope you’re doing well!! ☺️ Can I please request a really smutty Knoxville x Reader where maybe she is relentlessly getting hit on by some creep and as it begins to escalate physically Johnny saves the day (I’m a sucker for protective johnny 😮💨)? Thank you so much, I absolutely love your writing!! 💖
a/n: anon ur a sweetiepie for letting me turn this into a silver-fox johnny one-shot. hope you enjoy this mwah <3
disclaimers/tags: nsfw. i think it's the closest i've ever gotten to porn without plot. there's some possibly triggering moments in this regarding violence and men being inappropriate, so please beware of that <3
Bartending is not a girl's ultimate dream job. Maybe owning and running a bar, but being the miserable server in a tight uniform working Saturday nights and getting harrassed by numerous weirdos couldn't be anyone's fantasy. It's a fucking groundhog day situation, the same weekend night for you all over again.
It's not all bad. There are cool patrons, like family men who talk about how much they love their wives and "kids grow up so fast, don't they?". They give you a little hope, the few that do exist and come around. Or girl groups enjoying their early to mid twenties and throwing money away on overpriced alcohol under the excuse of "living the now", giving you real FOMO.
You cannot forget the Jackass guys. A moderate knowledge of their achievements, especially with the new movie coming out after a decade of focusing on other projects. They were big in your adolescence but now you can barely remember all of their names, looking it up whenever they show up to drink. They're a lot calmer than their stories would have you expecting.
Your workplace was no hotspot for socialites, though. The MTV thrill-seekers were probably the highest level of notoriety that ever entered this place. It was a point of attraction, Johnny Knoxville had explained to you. The old-timey Jukebox with options mixing from Sinatra to The Weeknd and did not match the aesthetic at all was fun too, he said.
You'd never tell them, but they were the only reason you started to look forward to working on weekends.
Okay, it's less of a "them" and more of a "him".
Your friends could make fun of you all they wanted, but older guys just pulled your strings exactly the right way.
But you're not stupid. You're very knowledgeable actually, aware of two things. One, Johnny was attractive and only getting better with age. Two, he was a flirt, not to be taken seriously.
It's really hard not to fold and draw hearts with your initials on a soaked napkin when he comes in, the first to greet you everytime, and calls you his "favorite shot-goddess in all of California", but you're proud of your resilience.
Tonight is more of the same, as you see the silver-haired man walk in accompanied by his uncoordinately dressed posse.
Steve-O, the only other one you could get the name right on a first try, walks up to the bar to start Dave's tab for him with a Whiskey shot, adding that "You better make it a double and not charge for it, Knoxville made us walk all the way from the other side of town just to see you. Play nice."
Humming in agreeance, it's difficult to know whether to focus on the sentence or Dave's eyelid failing to make it all the way shut, ruining his trashed attempt at winking.
Expertly serving the group's drinks, you notice the topic of your conversation seemed uncharacteriscally quiet and maybe blushing under his sunglasses, a tight-lipped smile gracing his tired face.
"Make that a round, pretty lady." The long-haired one says, coming closer to slap your favorite client on the back of the neck. "We're all very tired from the journey here. Worth it though, you look finger-licking good in that new shirt. Is your boss making you wear smaller numbers?"
"Alright, that's enough." Johnny intervenes but you're laughing, so easy to please when it comes to silly boys. "We'll be at our usual table, sweetheart. Do bring those shots and a first round of beer with you, please."
He opens his wallet and sets down enough to cover the initial order and a hefty tip. There's no time to say thanks as he's already walking to the back of the structure, trying to trip his friends on the way. You roll your eyes, amused.
In between happily serving the rowdy crew, there was a particular nuisance hovering near.
Sam was a regular, a liked one at that. Normal guy, usually came around with his group of engineering school classmates, nothing special about him. Except for the fact that he fucking sucked. He had confessed his undying boner for you many times.
When you brought it up to your manager and the other servants who rotated work with you, no one really cared, seeing that they thought he was harmless and at most obnoxious. Not an 80's film date-rapist nor a modern day "nice guy", it was hard to explain that he simply made you uncomfortable and that should be enough to call him out on his inappropriate advances.
The whole thing is tiring, so you just tough it out. But he's really testing you tonight.
When you start walking with your tray full of Budweisers for the MTV darlings, Sam gets up from his table and strides along with you. On the way, he's whispering obscene comments about your physical appearance and disgusting acts he would like to do to you.
Right before the table but still out of earshot, you stop and turn to the much bigger and muscular man, repeating for the millionth time that you weren't interested and you'd prefer to be his friend. Everyone else seemed to enjoy that transaction, you didn't wanna miss out. Too sarcastic, you keep that part out of your heartfelt speech.
Something must have happened away from your line of sight, maybe somebody looked at him funny, because next thing you know you're being pushed from the back with enough force to tip the tray you were holding. Glass flies everywhere and your sternum scrapes the edge of the table as you nearly fall to your knees, disaster avoided by Johnny's arms rescueing your body.
"What the fuck?" You can hear Chris, the same one who had pointed out your small uniform, speak up. Fuck, you're too disoriented to separate a brawl right now.
"Are you okay?" Johnny asks, helping you up.
"Yeah, sorry." You don't know why you're apologizing.
Maybe it's a good thing you're avoiding everyone's stare since it means you barely register the angry look in your acquaintance's eyes before he moves you out of the way and pushes Sam back. The younger boy stumbles and knocks over a chair.
"Just get out." God, you do not want a fight, or cops, or ambulances. Sam’s hands wrap around a leg of the wooden seat that had fallen and you plead to Johnny, but it falls on deaf ears.
"Is it you? Is you the reason why she won't talk to me? You don't know what you're getting yourself into, pal." Yeah, Sam is beyond wasted. Doesn't excuse his behavior. "I saw the way you looked at me when I was talking in her ear. You can dislike it, but she loved it." The only reason vomit doesn't come up is because Johnny's fist connecting to the aggravated man’s jaw paralyzes you.
Creep goes down like a wet tissue paper. You can't say it's not extremely satisfying to watch.
Sam's group of friends come around to check on him, and the man seems fine enough to be taken outside and driven to a hospital by them, no longer your problem.
Walking up to his classmates to politely say sorry for the scuffle and give them the address to the closest emergency room, you're surprised by requests to not ban the group from the bar as long as they never brought Sam back around. Weird prioritites, but you nod and give them the address anyway, making it clear that he really should be checked out.
Stepping back to the boys' table, you're shocked again by all of them asking if you were okay and if they could clean the mess for you. Never one to inconvenience anybody, you shrug them off and insist you prefer to do it yourself, but thanks.
In the back, you have to take a minute to breathe and stop tears from coming out. Being pushed and hurt like that was common in your early childhood, so it doesn't throw you off, it's the loud noises that make your skin crawl. Silly. Everytime someone drunkenly dropped something made of metal or glass, your body would recoil. It reminds you of fighting, and confrontation was never something you got a handle of, having learned early on to just stay out of it if you could or take it quietly if you had no choice. Sometimes trauma doesn't leave you.
Kneeling to gather the bigger shards with a rag you fetched, you only notice your hands are shaking because the tall southern boy bends down and holds them. That's also when you see dry blood on his knuckles.
"Oh, Johnny-"
"Sweetheart, let me-"
You both speak at the same time, and laugh.
"Why don't you help me clean the glass and I'll help you clean the blood?" Your eyes look up to him from your position on the floor.
"Great deal." His accent floods your ears discreetly, but you notice and it makes your heart beat faster. Blushing with his attention fully on you, fingers still touching.
Of course you don't actually let him help, quickly picking up all the glass and throwing the rag in a bucket, making a mental note to come back with a broom for the smaller pieces. Heading to the supply closet again, you ask the man complaining you didn't allow him to be useful to follow you.
You roll the bucket into the small space. "Oh, actually, the first aid kid is in my boss' office, sorry."
"You should stop apoligizing so much." You bump into him when stepping back from the closet. "I mean, it's cute and your voice is lovely, but there's no reason to be so skittish."
You blush again. "Old habit."
Letting the awkward silence linger too long, you motion to the stairs in the back that lead to the aforementioned office.
Somebody left the AC on. You turn it off, cold enough as it is.
"Alright, get comfortable. I've never stiched anybody before but it can't be too hard, right?" Casually said whilst looking for the white and red plastic case in the drawers.
"Stiches?" He sounds scared. "Honey, it's all minor cuts. I'm not drunk enough to let you needlessly stich a single soul tonight."
"I'm joking." Looking back, you genuinely chuckle at his flustered face. Who knew Johnny Knoxville, notorious flirt, could be so easy to fuck with one-on-one. You might push on that and see where it goes. Now or never, right?
The office is more of a fancy meeting room, Johnny sitting at the edge of a long rectangle white marble table with black cushioned chairs. It might not be a hotspot, but it is a nice L.A bar with big investors. The room would look nicer if it wasn't stuffed with boxes full of alcohol bottles.
Lenghty arms are rummaging through one of those piles when you pull a chair to sit across from the man.
"You gotta pay for those." His eyes are still covered by RayBans but you can tell he's looking at you intently, thinking of a comeback.
"Can't you gift a Jack Daniels to your hero?" A simple glare at him that means an unquestionable 'no'. You really couldn't, there's inventory to keep track of. He clicks his tongue, and for the first time in your life the ordinary noise makes your core pulse. He's not doing anything but existing in front of you and it's enough to make you squeamish in your chair. Dangerous, powerful man. "Guess I'll have to think of somethin' else."
"Playing nurse isn't enough?" You don't look at him, busy with the cotton balls and peroxyde bottle.
"If you had the outfit on, maybe." That's one way to make your eyes shoot up. And you might be shy but it gets a smirk out of you. "Plus, any of my buddies down there could do that. We've got years of experience, doll. Old mutts."
"Between you and me, I can't resist old dogs." Anyone else on the receiving end and that kind of line would've been followed by a cynical laugh from you, grossed out from the implications, but not good old Johnny Knoxville. You could recite 70's porno lines for him and it'd be the sexiest experience of your life.
Alright, you're getting carried away.
Ready to move past the ridiculous comment, to your suprise, he laughs. Loud and familiar, like watching it on TV, body moving away as you tried to reach for his bruised hand.
"I love a participative audience, but would you please be still so I can clean you up?" He's smiling wide, focused on you again.
"You're funny. Didn't think you could get more perfect." You pull on his arm, slightly impatient. It's pissing you off how easy he's making this.
There's a lot you could answer to that, instead deciding silence would be more innovative. Also hard to keep up and not puke with anticipation from this little game.
While cleaning his hands, you work on your breathing. Determined to calm down, you refuse to be disappointed when he doesn't follow up on his implied interest and returns to his table ready to leave, seeing that the 'vibes' had been pretty tarnished.
All it took was one longer interaction for that resilience you were so proud of to wash away. Pathetic.
"All done." You pat his hand comically, as if you had done an arduous job. "I know this is the worst thing you've ever gone through but you'll survive, you have my word."
"That sarcams means you know who I am, right?" You move to stand up but Johnny leans back on his chair, Ramones T-shirt rising up and it takes everything in you to not allow your eyes to trail down.
"Don't." You laugh, stubbornly not ready to concede. Honestly, you just don't wanna get too high on it. "Don't look at me like I'm some groupie, or I'll have to crush your dreams. And that would really break my heart."
He was a sex symbol for your teenage years, but you're not divulging that.
Trying to move again, the older man's hands on your thighs stop you. Immediately, your skin grows hotter. God, you're so weak.
"Thank you. For the bandaging." You laugh on his face accidentally, but try your best to compose yourself.
Turning this into a serious conversation for a second, you thank him too. "For what you did. Violence isn't always the answer but it sure fixed my problem. Sam is definitely not coming back." He stays in place, so you continue, a lighter smile now adorning your lips. "And for distracting me from the whole panic-inducing aftermath. Sure to be having a meltdown if you weren't here, so."
Back to being shy, you're looking down when slender fingers ghost past your jaw, lifting your head up and settling there . "You're welcome." It's just a light peck.
Your breathing nearly stops and you don't move at all. "Absolutely no one should go through that, but especially you. Not when I'm around to do something about it."
His hand moves from your chin to grab a handful of your hair and you almost fail to hold back a whimper. He continues, "When I saw that he was bothering you, I couldn't help but stare, and I feel like I caused something. I'm sorry about that."
Your voice is quiet, hopeful that he can hear you. "Don't be ridiculous, it's not your fault. He's a fucking psycho." Finding some confidence, you squeeze his other hand still on your thigh.
"I know I have no right to be protective over you, but I just-" His hand massages your scalp when he's thinking of what to say, and you close your eyes in satisfaction. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't look out for my favorite shot girl?" His raspy voice couldn't possibly go any lower and it's the best frequency you've ever heard.
"Surely not the man I consider my favorite patron anymore." Opening your eyes again, he's so close you can see brown irises dart up after the confession. "Although, I'm more than a sh-"
You're never finishing that sentece, because Johnny's pulling you into a ferocious kiss and you might forget how to speak. It's kind of all over the place, but you like it.
He must be more nervous than you thought, because he separates you two to speak nonsense. "Sorry, not a shot girl, right? Kind of an old-fashioned term. Shouldn't be a thing anymore."
His hand is still in your hair as you shake your head, as if to say 'no, it shouldn't' before leaning back in. He moves to speak again, so to - and you can't believe this is happening - ease his nerves, you whisper his name and slide a hand up his leg. Can't make yourself more clear than that.
"Shit." Victorious, you're rewarded with Johnny Knoxville pulling forcefully at your locks, making your head lean backwards as he connects your lips again and his tongue goes deeper down your throat.
You can't tell if he's legitimately good at this or if you're just really horny.
Breaking off, out of breath and adjusting the sunglasses on his nose, he asks, "Can we keep going?"
"Yes, but I don't have a condom. Do you?" Not beating around the bush. Crazy what heightened tensions will do to someone's usually reserved nature.
"That wasn't my main focus this time." The implication of there being a next time distracts you from what could be his objective. "Does this chair recline?"
You think…ah, there it is, the lever thing. The backrest of the seat goes back a little and Johnny is pulling on your hips, sliding you down. Oh. That's his intention.
No complaints, obviously.
The tall figure kneels on the floor in front of you and starts untying your Vans. You interrupt. "I know it doesn't make sense and it's chilly in here," He looks up but continues to remove your shoes. "But could you take your shirt off? Please?"
He laughs. "You're adorable."
Ugh, you'll show him adorable. Not now, though, because he's sitting back on his heels to remove his shirt and the unbelievable abs you see are quite honestly breathtaking. Sitting up to kiss him, almost in a trance, your hands feel up the defined muscles on his stomach and he hisses at your cold fingers.
He doesn't give you much this time, quickly pushing you back down on the seat and unbuttoning your black denim shorts. When you were the only one working it was reasonable to brake dress code.
Wait, fuck, there's no one tending to the bar.
Erratically sitting up again, you tell Johnny your problem and he quickly finds a solution, taking his phone out of the back pocket of his blue Dickies. "I'll text the guys to improvise, they'll serve for as long as we're here. They won't mind, full divas basking in the attention, it'll be fun. Any activity is good to exercise those aging braincells."
"Really, what are you gonna text them?" Your cynicism showing at last. "'Be right back, eating some box, improvise'?"
Again, he releases that signature laugh and the fact that you're getting to his funny bone makes you more wet. "Something like that. Look, it'll be, what, fifteen minutes at most?" Wow, that's a big promise. "No one will know. Plus, you shouldn't even be working after what happened."
That's a good point. Seeing your frown dissipate, Johnny continues, "C'mon, relax, sweetheart." The nickname makes you feel weirdly safe, ignoring for now that he must've used that many times before on many different girls. Another slow kiss, he tastes of bubble bum and beer. Your hands close on the nape of his neck, feeling his thin hair.
Doing as he said and relaxing, you lay once again on the chair. Hips thrusting up so the older man's fingers can pull your shorts down.
Before he can separate your legs further, you call to him. "Johnny?" Using his first name definitely feels too intimate but you stick your chin out either way. He looks at you. "The sunglasses too?"
He hesitates, fingers drumming on your knees. "Since you asked so nicely. Pretty lady, you'll be the death of me."
You giggle at the exaggeration. When the sunglasses come off, being abandoned on the table, you notice some puffiness under the man's eyes. Probably the reason why he kept the RayBans on all of the time. Not unfamiliar with insecurity, you lean down, smiling, and kiss his cheekbone. Then his cheek. And finally catch his lips. You don't want to invade his space too much, preferring to let the gesture speak in place of words. Saying, 'I don't mind, go on'.
He pecks you back first, arms reaching around your back to gently set you down one last time.
You take your shirt off for him, mostly because it smelled of spilled alcohol and you had a matching lace set on underneath. You liked to dress up occasionally, and it paid off well.
Teeth grazing the skin around both of your breasts, he's really intent on eating you out because he doesn't even bother to take your bra off, continuing down your stomach and stopping when he gets to your panties.
Waiting for a look of approval, Johnny hooks his fingers around the thin waistband of your lacey thong - really paid off well - and pulls it down as soon as you nod to him.
"You smell so good, sweetheart." Bless your body lotion.
His god-awfully-makes-you-want-to-bite-it cute nose pokes up your thigh while lips plant kisses all over it, hands around your ankles lifting your legs just enough to give him more space. Finally getting to the real sensitive part, he becomes less gentle, thankfully.
Johnny starts with teasingly sucking on your clit, and you bite your tongue. Soon, he puts your legs over his shoulder, a warning about how committed he really is.
When one of his hands comes back to grab at your tits, the other holding you down on the seat, his tongue darts inside of you. It's quick, but you feel it shock your entire body. Then he licks your folds, before darting it back in again.
The feeling is so good and promising you really think you might be hallucinating.
Johnny then gets in a routine. Sucking your clit, tongue going in and out, and finally licking off your dripping juices. Over and over.
You curse but it barely comes out, a dirty moan replacing your even dirtier words. "I could do this all day, doll, you taste better than anything I've ever had before."
That's said basically inside of you, and it drives you so mad you end up grabbing his silver hair and pushing his face even closer to your cunt, if it could be. He actually, unbelievably, moans at that. You had never met a man so pleased to eat pussy before.
"Johnny, I don't think we're gonna need fifteen minutes if you keep going like that." Strangled out between uneven breaths and hard-swallows. He looks up and you realize you shouldn't have said that.
He slows down, less like eating, more like savoring. It nearly feels better, especially because he's doing it all whilst looking straight into your eyes. You probably look the least attractive you've ever been, hair splayed everywhere, lips parted, eyes squinting.
The older man stops completely and you come close to berating him for it, forgetting you really don't have the intimacy to do that. It's fine, though, because he's coming up to kiss you.
Some people got off on it, you never really cared. Tasting yourself on Johnny Knoxville's tongue was a new rush you couldn't describe. That same hot famous guy who was the face of MTV, and of your dreams, for so long.
While he's dedicatedly making out with you, big hands holding your face, your back arches. That's you begging him to unclasp your bra.
Clever man, he stops kissing you and looks down at your chest, glancing back up just to laugh at you. Asshole.
Obedient, he does as you asked. Calloused fingers pulling the red fabric down slowly, Johnny's eyes glued to the movement of it falling to the floor and uncovering your boobs.
No time is waisted before his lips are envelop your nipple. That's when you actually moan his name, and it doesn't sound so inadequate anymore.
The pleasurable sensation on your chest and his raspy voice spewing praises keep your mind foggy. So much so that you don't see it coming when his fingers slide into you.
"Fuck, Knoxville. Jesus." It's positive, but it prompts him to ask if you're okay. "Just, don't stop, please."
The hottest fifty year old you've ever met proceeds to kiss and bite your neck, one hand simultaneously squeezing your breast, fingers working you in a perfect rythm.
Your hips begin to essentially ride his fingers, nails scratching his back so deep it'll probably still sting in the morning, when you gasp that you're close.
"Please, darling, let go." Johnny kisses your jaw. "I'm beggin', let me hear you."
Just a few more movements from his index and middle finger, while his thumb stays circling your clit, and you orgasm. Johnny's lips are lightly touching yours when you moan the loudest you've ever allowed yourself, hoping he was the only one that could hear.
As you're coming down from it, arms lazily wrapped around his neck, he kisses you again. Slow, steady and deep.
Absolutely no part of it was bad.
Breaking off the kiss, he looks down at your body, chest still moving in a rough rythm. "Everything okay?" You nod, a little too flustered in the moment to open your eyes and look directly at him. "Anything I could clean you up with here?"
At that, your eyelids shoot open and you look around, pointing at a closed box full of unused hand towels. You'll have to deal with consequences of a missing piece in the inventory for that one.
When Johnny kneels in front of you again, towel in hand, you've already put your bra and shirt back on. He obviously notices but doesn't say anything.
Of course you move to steal the white cloth but he's quicker than you, grabbing both your hands and setting them on his shoulders. You lean on him as he wipes, unsure of what to do with the awkward silence.
When he's done, you quickly collect your underwear from the floor. Johnny actually stands up and turns around, giving you some silently requested privacy, as he retrieves his own shirt to put it on.
"Wait." Your shorts are buttoned too now. "What about you?"
"Next time." He winks, but you frown.
"You want to see me again?" You were definitely under the impression this was a one time thing, the kind that just happens in the moment and once that is lost, it's over.
"How about tomorrow? Don't tell me you work Sundays too." He laughs, but the quizzical look is stuck on your face. "Look at me." He closes the distance that had been created by you, fixing your hair and brushing it behind your ear, quickly playing with one of the piercings you had there. "I would like to see you again. I haven't been coming here every other week and dragging my friends with me to let it be a one night stand. If you're interested, I'm interested. What do you say?"
Not able to contain your smile, already dreaming up what this could lead to, you get on your tippy-toes and peck him, nodding your head yes. "I'd like that."
Pulling on his hand, you check the room one last time to make sure you didn't leave anything out of order.
As you shut the door, you hope the wild boys didn't cost you your job, also concluding it was a good thing the door back to the bar wasn't very well-lit, meaning no one would see you returning twenty minutes later with company.
As you're descending the stairs, Johnny calls to you, "Sweetheart?" You hum. "There weren't any cameras in that room, right?"
#johnny knoxville x reader#johnny knoxville#jackass#jackass fanfic#chris pontius#steveo#dave england
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Be Good. (Danny Johnson!Ghostface x Reader)
Warnings: NSFW. Toxic relationship. Hostage situation. Power dynamic. humiliation kink. boot kink. Stockholm syndrome. not really consensual since its a kidnapping situation ya know. I told y'all I was sick
Notes: heavily inspired by the movie Fresh, especially that scene when she tried escaping. iykyk. BTW, Tumblr won't let me respond to the comments on my post sooo thank you to those who encouraged me to write this <3 mwah enjoy !
It wasn’t like you knew any better.
The town was full young adults who moved out of their childhood homes and began a fresh start with their new found independence. You were among those that were learning to fend for yourself and navigate through the new surrounding environment. Unfamiliar faces, new job, and more bills clouded your first 2 weeks of living in Roseville.
Your mind was too occupied on making sure you stayed afloat to notice anything out of the ordinary. You weren’t aware of the shadows that ventured close behind as you walked home after a busy night at the restaurant. You didn’t recognize the danger that lurked nearby.
You didn’t know the type of monsters that hid behind kind smiles.
Monsters like him.
“Are you going to be good?”
Gloved fingers tightened around your jaw, your head being manipulated towards the white mask. Neck straining from the angle, you held a vacant expression as you stared back at him. Darks eyes barely visible through the thin material that covered the eyes.
You swear you can imagine the smirk that would be painted on his lips behind that mask.
You held the eye contact for a beat, going against the desire to just spit in his face, before giving in and finally nodding. Well- nod as much as you could with the firm grip he held on your face. Your cheeks squeezed together between his fingers, his eyes moving down to your puckered lips before letting go, not before slightly pushing your chin back. The back of your head slightly hitting the wall. His own way of proving he won’t hold back from being rough with you.
Ghostface walks towards the wooden door on the other side of the room, pulling on the small chain that linked with the handcuffs around your wrist. He pulls you out into the dimly lit hallway. The windows taunting you as you walked by them.
If this was weeks ago, the scenario would have been different. One second of him turning his eyes away would have spurred you to swing your arms with full force, elbowing his stomach. Then you would have made a terrible attempt to run down the narrow hall.
But that would have ended the same way as many times before. With you being grabbed from behind, overpowered and stuck as he would drag you back to your tiny room. A punishment being handed out.
Now, you simply walk beside him. Eyes trained downwards, fingers clinging onto the sleeve of of his shirt as you shuffled behind him towards the bathroom. The act only out of your fear of falling over. Your legs were still sore from the night before , aching from the abuse of his hands and mouth.
He turns to the door to the right as he gets to the end of the hall, pulling his arm away from your grip as he pushes it fully open. The sight of the bathtub and shower head slightly easing your anxiety, shoulder relaxing while he proceeded to unlock the chains around your wrist. You didn’t pay any mind to the way he did so in an aggressive manner, eyes focused on the bathtub. You snapped out of your gaze once he made his way and turned on the shower head.
“Actually, I’ll like to have a bath instead..”
Your voice weakly faded in the end once the mask turned towards you. Hands nervously twitching before you added a small,
“Please.”
He said nothing before pushing the knob , switching the water to fall from the faucet. He said nothing as he made his way out of the bathroom and shut the door. The sound of a lock not going missed by you.
You knew you had little time to enjoy the small luxury so you made quick work to rid of the dirty clothes, nearly folding it on top of the sink as a pass time for the tub to fill up before finally stepping in . Despite the lack of bubbles, the warm water was enough for you to relax.
You didn’t know how much time has passed by the time you scrubbed your hair and the rest of your body. Uncaring of your reality on the other side of the bathroom door.
The smell of vanilla was in the air from the shampoo you used on your hair , mixed with the after shave that seemed to belong to your kidnapper, strong yet comforting. As sad as it sounded, it was the only smell that you been surrounded by for the past days, weeks?
You felt content to stay in the now cold water, hugging your knee with one arm as the other hand trailed finger tips across the water. Your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy.
Hard knocking forced them right open again. A familiar deep voice aspiring from behind it.
“It’s been 30 minutes.”
You say nothing. Your other arm joining the first one around your knees, frowning when you hear the lock shake before the door was pushed open.
Ghostface loomed between the door frame for a second, forcing you to wonder if he could hear your heartbeat from there. His head tilts as he takes in your frame, hunched over as you tried to shield your body from him. The sound of his boots fill the small bathroom as he steps in, kneeling in front of the bath tub. Light fingers trail over your wet shoulder, your body repressing the shudder it almost induced. He pauses as he considers your hair.
“You still have some shampoo on your hair baby.” The pet name bringing your guard down.
He doesn’t give you any chance to answer before he’s grabbing your shoulder and pushing you backwards. Forcing you to let go of your knees and exposing your body. He guides your head back into the water, your hands grabbing onto the edge of the tub in fear he’ll decide to dunk your whole head in. But he does nothing of the sort.
His mask tilts, eyes burning over your body while his fingers work through your hair. A light blush appearing on your cheeks as you waited, fingers gripping the white tile before he finally allowed you to sit up again. You immediately covered your chest once you were upright, not looking directly at him.
“You have 5 minutes.”
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He had laid out a new pile of clothes for you on the shitty mattress that you were forced to call your bed. Simple white t-shirt of a band you didn’t recognize and some grey panties.
No bottoms. Of course.
You brushed it off, changing into the clean clothes immediately before drying your hair with the towel. Despite the bruises and cuts that littered your body, you felt clean. It was although that simple bath lifted a lot from your shoulders. You also didn’t have those annoying chains around your wrist. Whether it was from his own forgetfulness or an act of kindness from his end, you couldn’t care any less. You finally didn’t have that weight on your wrist.
The soft click of the bedroom lock turned your attention to the masked figure entering your room.
“Hey doll.” He cooed , locking the door before making his way towards you. He stops once he’s standing in front of you, holding a few inches above you forcing you to look up at him. You can sense the excitement radiating off him immediately. “How was your bath huh?”
His left hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing away a water drop that rolled down from your damp hair.
“It was good,” You barely mumbled, looking down at his other hand which you noticed was hidden behind his back. When he didn’t respond , you quickly added. “Thank you for allowing me to”
“Of course baby, you been so good to me lately.” His thumb rubs small circles on your lower jaw, the touch almost convincing you this was all he wanted. Putting his other hand placement in the back of your mind to just enjoy this small moment of affection. It was wrong, you know. But after the first few days of his abuse , he managed to slowly break you down.
It was only so much you can handle.
So now you find yourself easing into his touch, leaning your head slightly towards the hand. The gentleness went away in a flash, his fingers grasping your jaw as a dreamy sigh escaped his lips.
“You could continue being good right ?”
His other hand revealed the camcorder, a finger pushing a button that caused the red light to turn on. Camera aimed towards your face, he pushed his thumb that was rubbing your jaw into your mouth. Your pulse quicken as you instinctively open your mouth, allowing him to push it onto your tongue before sucking on it. His breath hitches as he watches you through the camera screen.
“Ah, look at you.” He whispers as though mesmerized by the sight of you, yours eyes fluttering as he pushed his thumb further causing you to nearly gag before he pulls away. “Looking so pretty for the camera.”
He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hair in a tight grip, pushing you to your knees. The sudden action causing you to land awkwardly, pain striking up your already sore knees. Biting back the pain, you could only flinch as he tugged your hair once more to look at him. You waited for him to say something. Give you any indication of what he wanted to record this time , but he simply stared at you tilting his head. Then he let go of your hair and stepped back.
A few more steps away from you. Then,
“Crawl to me.”
You peered up at him in confusion as dread flooded your body.
“I said. Crawl.” He orders again. His voice more stern this time. With the edge of a threat this time.
So you slowly get on your hands, heat rising in your cheek. You cant bring yourself to look anywhere but the floor as you slowly begin to crawl towards him. The distance seeming larger than before as you drag your body towards him. Once you were close enough, he took a few more steps back, chuckling as you had no other option but to follow him.
“How pathetic,” He taunts once you come to a stop in front of him. “You’ll do anything I’ll say.”
It’s not like you had a choice. You thought bitterly. Your eyes gazing up at the camera lens.
“Hmm.” He hums, feigning as though in deep thought. “How bout you use that pretty mouth of yours, and clean my boot.”
This time you don’t hold back speaking on your confusion.
“W-what?”
His leather boots cloud your vision as he forces you to bend down even more, your nose practically touching the tip of them. “Come on princess.” His tone is enough to tell you he’s not asking once more.
So you tighten your fingers into a fist against the floor, squeezing your eyes shut and reluctantly stick your tongue out. Lightly brushing it against the side of his boot, the taste of leather hard to ignore. You continued to do small kitten licks, the humiliation burning through you at first before it slowly faded away with the small praises that slipped past his lips.
“So obedient for me” he groans, watching you begin to give small kisses along his boot before moving to his other one. You look up in time to catch him palming the front of his black jeans with his free hand.
A spark of arousal course through you. Your humiliation growing at your bodies reaction.
He works his way with the zipper, the other hand angling the camera awkwardly as he takes a few moments to pull his cock out. The sight forcing you to finally pull your body upright in a sitting position. You wait patiently , watching his hips twitch as he thrust lazily into his hand a few times before aiming the camera towards you again.
“Ah” he breathes, “come here.”
You waste no time in wrapping your lips around the head, flicking your tongue against the slit. Ghostface shudders at the sensation and grabs the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair. He pushed your head, forcing you to take at least of half of his length. Your eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat, pulling back slightly before he pushes your head once more.
“Ah- fuck “ he pants, now actually watching you instead of through the camera screen. You managed to fight back the urge to gag and swallow around him, forcing his hips to stutter and thrust more into your mouth. This time you feel yourself gag, spit beginning to run down your chin but he pays no kind. Focused on tightening his grip on your hair and slowly thrust into your mouth.
You’re stuck allowing himself to fuck into your mouth, his small groans and soft “fucks” and moans of your name filling the room.
Your hands gripped onto the end of the oversized t shirt as you tried to ignore the arousal between your thighs. Absently jerking your hips forward as he abused your mouth.
He noticed quickly. Suddenly, the tip of his boot nudges against your clit. A whine vibrating from the back of your throat, your hips grinding down as the pleasure begins to blossom. You grip onto his legs as you slowly grind your hips against the boot.
All your dignity thrown out the window for any pleasure you can get from this overall experience.
You're pulled away off his cock, spit trailing between your lips and the tip. Your eyes nearly crossing as you looked at it before you closed them again, moaning as you continued to set a pace with your hips. Circling your hips shamelessly against his boot.
“F-fuck, look at you. God,” Ghostface sighs, head lolling to the side as he watches you. His hand lazily stroking himself at the sight of you. He almost forgot he was recording. “Can you get off on just my boot like the pathetic slut that you are ?”
You felt him push his boot harder against you, pain mixing with pleasure. You only nodded, biting your bottom lip to muffle your whimpers. That warm feeling building up below your stomach, your rutting becoming more desperate.
“You want to cum huh? Cum all over my boot ?” He sounds breathless , his stroking quickening as he matches your desperation.
“Yes yes yes” you rambled, chasing the high.
“You going to help me clean it again right baby? Lick up -ah fuck,.. your own cum?”
You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks as your whimpering turned into loud moans. You were so close. “Yes yes, please.” You whined, looking up at him then directly at the camera. “Please can I cum?”
Ghostface groaned as he nodded, pushing you to finally let yourself go over the edge. Pleasure crashes over you as you cry out, your pussy spasming once your orgasm hit you. Your hips pushing down against his boot, thighs shaking from the intensity of it. Shocks of pleasure continues to roll over you as you come down, hands not letting go of his jeans.
“Fuck fuck- fuck” he growls, “look at me.”
You lazily look up at him at the exact moment his cum shoots from the tip, painting your lips and chin. You stick your mouth out to catch the last drops of it, panting from the exhaustion. You swallow his cum, noting his hum of approval. His head falls back as he pants before he finally shuts the camera off.
“Good girl.”
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You have this ‘My Sunshine’ (?) fic where the reader is an absolute ball of sunshine and I LOVE it! Could you do a part two with Zhongli, Childe and Albedo please?
Mwah!
My Sunshine
( what an incredible choice of characters! Thank you for adding to one of my favorite fics!! )
Warning -> SFW, Fluff
Character X GN Reader | Anthology
Includes: Albedo, Childe, Zhongli
Albedo
It was the way you greeted the world around you - with pleasant smiles, patient hands, caring and compassionate eyes. You saw the world for what it could be, the beauty of it and while Albedo searched for the answer in the universe, you already seemed to have found them
He noticed you on his wanderings through the city. His hands were already moving to draw your expressions in a hope to capture everything that he possibly could - how could he capture the intensity of the sun itself, of a flower basking in the afternoon glow, or a firefly so vibrant that it burned orange and beautiful
You were bouncing on your toes, smiling kindly at the people who walked by while you patiently waited for anyone to stop by. Not many people purchased flowers every single day, but you found it wasn’t hard to proposition people with your generous smile and pin-point compliments.
“My! I have never seen something so beautiful in all my life.” You began, bending to rest your hands on your knees while catching the attention of a small young girl who had been glancing at the array of flowers at your side. She looked at you confused, a bit nervous but didn’t back away.
Reaching for a small white flower, you trimmed the leaves and hummed a little tune before turning back to her. “A lovely flower like you must attract so much goodness. Even this daisy is impressed by your radiance!" She giggled and you continued, "Would you do me a favor?” You smiled at her, eyes showing only the purest of shine. The little girl nodded her head and you began again, “Could you carry this flower and help it grow? If it's you, I'm sure it'll turn just as beautiful?”
The little girl wrapped her small fingers around the stem, her smile and giggle so powerful that Albedo was sure you cast a magic spell because as he watched her gallop away back to her parents, the flowers near you began to glisten and the sketch on his page came to life.
He was unsure how to make a connection with you, so more often than not he would find himself purchasing flowers he didn’t really have the necessity for - but perhaps if he gathered enough up, he’d have a bouquet glorious enough to equal your soul
“Mr. Albedo, pleasure seeing you again.” You brushed off your apron and turned to him. Your eyes closing and head tilting, a standard greeting of yours. “I have some rather rare flowers in stock today if you’d like to take a look.”
“I am actually here to inquire if you had any Asters; the research institute has just run out.”
“Hmm, let me check for you.” You bowed slightly before disappearing behind the many stalls and carriers of your wares. He scanned the flowers as he waited for your return. Gloved fingers inspecting the petals of flowers and, in his wandering thoughts, he began to investigate which one reminded him the most of you. “Mr. Albedo, I am sorry, it seems we are fresh out.”
“I see …”
“Ah! However, I needed to gather several other plants today. If you come back tomorrow I will set them aside for you.” You waved at the other worker as if to inform them of your intentions and quickly reached for the basket near the stall.
“Actually, would it be too much of a bother if I were to travel with you?”
You paused, staring at him with eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. What was this feeling in his chest, it hurt. “I would never pass up an opportunity to share in your company! What a splendid day this is turning out to be.”
“Thank you, I will keep out of your way.”
“Not too much I hope. So, Mr. Albedo, are you ready?” You turned to head toward the front gate and he followed after you.
“Yes, and please, just Albedo is fine.”
“Alrighty then, Albedo.” Ah, yes, that’s why his heart hurt.
There you were, the wind wrapping around you as you stood in a field of flowers - the reflection of light difficult to pinpoint for as bright as the sun shined down onto the plane below, you were just as intense and, in fact, you may be the most luminous creature to ever exist -- how could he possibly reach something like you
Childe
His world had never been bright -- from the snowy landscape that threatened every day to freeze the warm hearts that beat on its surface, to the dark void that he fought through as an adolescent, to the harsh and demanding ladder he climbed in service to his cause -- he’d never known the light … his had been seized so long ago
So when he found a flicking candle, a small flame in his dark corridor, he walked to it - ran for it - and to see the glory reflected on the other side was something he fixated on until he could hold the candle safe in his arms
He clenched his jaw and sighed. These boring briefings were never something he cared to participate in. He was more for action rather than words, so instead of listening to the updates from the short, purple-haired harbinger, he instead gazed out the open window at the city below.
Liyue had shifted from a temporary destination into a permanent one as the tasks and duties continued to lengthen his stay. At least he didn’t mind the city, not like some of the other places he’d stay at. Just as he was about to drift back to the boring discussion, he heard a voice drift up to him. A lively, giddy voice that stole all of his attention and focus, but as soon as you entered into view his minimal interest piqued into desperation.
“Wait up! You can’t tell me that this isn’t a beautiful day, just take it all in!” You spread your arms wide and spun with so much energy that the inertia made you stumble, luckily you caught yourself before running into some poor passerby. Childe smiled and rested his chin on his palm as he looked down at the loveliness that was your everything.
You laughed, and the way your hands flew to your lips to cover the sound made him jealous of those fingers. You spoke, words falling off of your tongue like sugar and he grew antsy at the thought of not tasting it. You existed, and he needed a piece of it.
Waving to his subordinate, he spoke in a hushed whisper, and while the meeting continued to drone on, he made his first step at capturing a star.
The more information he gathered, the more interactions he had with you - the more he fell into your luster, the richer his feelings grew for you
His actions were that of a child just looking for a comforting glow in their endless darkness, hands cupped to keep it alive, breathing held for fear of accidentally blowing it out - stay, please stay
He called your name, the sound of his voice dissipating in the open space as he searched for any sign of you.
“Hey there!” You called out to him, and when he looked up toward your voice, he smiled. Your legs dangled off the tree limb, your hands wrapping around the bark as you balanced there.
“How is the view?” He asked, crossing his arms and staring at you from below. How did you get up there, he wondered.
“Beautiful, I can see so much from up here. It’s like a whole different perspective.” You breathed in deeply and lifted your arms to reach for the sky above you. “How about you join me?”
“I’m not sure I can, I don’t even know how you got up there.”
“Sheer will and determination!” Giggling, he thought maybe you were actually a mythical creature in the fairytales he used to read as a kid. There was no way you could live in this world and be so positive, it had to be you were something beyond this world. “I’ll come down to you.” Twisting, you wiggled onto your stomach before letting yourself drop onto the ground below. It was further than you thought and as soon as your feet hit the earth, your body became off balance and tumbled backward.
Childe easily caught you, his sturdy chest supporting you and arms extended so your hands could have something to grab onto.
“Ooh, that was exhilarating.” Tilting your head, you turned to look at him and for a moment he felt his lips scream for yours. He wanted to let you go, but how could you when you fit so perfectly in his arms. “Childe?”
“You’re something else.” This was dangerous, you were dangerous, and now that he knew what it was like to feel the brightness of the light, he would never let the dark creep back in.
He needed you - it was apparent - and he hoped one day you’d realize you needed him too. A light like yours truly needed to shine in the darkness of places, so choose his, please choose his
Zhongli
There is no one in this world that would understand luster better than he - no one who could see the shine inside a being as clearly as one with eyes who’ve witnessed the birth and eventual death of the universe. The great Morax, the ruthless Rex Lapis, the gentle and patient Zhongli are one and the same, and the visions they’ve witnessed cannot be forgotten
So, to see a person with purity so refined, that even the dullest observers could clearly recognize, he found it nearly impossible to look away
He heard tell of a new performer joining the Pearl, someone who had shown great elegance and glorious promise at wowing the crowds. As a man who fancied the arts of all kinds, he was intrigued by the rumors and whispers. So, when the schedule showed the name of this new performer, he made his way to the boat drifting on the sea.
His lips tasted the sweet flavor of tea but his eyes soaked in the delectable movements of your body. The graceful bow of your spin, the bending and twisting of your limbs as you moved just enough to tell your story on the swaying stage. He felt the history in your dance, the pride in your fluttering fan as you moved it across your face, the snap of truth as you forced it up toward the sky. He was transfixed, as he was sure all were.
When you finished, you began to greet the many interested patrons eager to hear the sound of your voice. There was no way he could have known how transfixing you would be when he heard it.
“What a stunning performance.” Zhongli mused, his head bowing, a mirror of your own gesture.
“That is great praise from someone such as yourself.” You smiled and he was reminded of glaze lilies.
“Pray tell, what was the inspiration for your dance?”
“Ah, an insightful question, not unexpected I must say.” You laughed and moved your hands to your chest, elegant fingers resting over your heart as you answered his question. “The light of a soul has so much insight, don’t you think? If the soul is radiant, the vessel's beauty is so easily seen, and if there is beauty shining so brightly that it can communicate out to those who look, it may shift just the tides of the future.” You laughed again, a bit more unreserved than the last, and somehow more telling to your honesty. “I’m sorry, I hope that answered your question.”
“Splendidly, and then some.” He found himself transfixed, captivated by a spirit shining before him.
Spending time with you was as refreshing as standing in a mountain stream, as filling as a warm meal, as bright as the basking stars that littered the sky above and reflected in your eyes even in darkness
“Zhongli, hello again.” He wandered into the garden, the gentle bubbling of the water as it fell along the rocks provided a lovely background to your visage. Carefully, you rested your fingers against the pages of your book as you looked up at him. The shadows of the shifting trees let highlights of the sun dance across your face and he couldn’t help but capture this image in his mind.
“Good afternoon, you seem to be enjoying the day.”
“As I always am. Nature has provided such elegant and lovely conditions that it would be a waste to not thank it, don’t you agree?”
“Wholeheartedly.” He smiled, his hands gripping tighter around each other as they rested against the small of his back. It was incredible how nervous you made him; for a man who was a powerful as the mountains that looked down over the city, you made him feel like a tiny pebble in the stream begging to be touched by you. “May I join you?”
“Absolutely, anything in this world can be improved by good company, and yours is always my favorite.”
“As yours is mine.” He sat on the stone bench next to you, his hands resting on his lap as he looked out across the scenery. You moved closer to him, your arms touching as you shared in the company of each other and, while his eyes drifted to your face, he watched how your smile and good nature made the flowers bloom.
You were a compliment to his life. A perfect addition to the drift of time and as he looked at the future that stretched before him, he found your red wrapping perfectly around his amber
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𝔫𝔦𝔦 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 (𝔪)
❥dabi x fem!reader
❥summary: dabi knows everything about his little imouto-chan, including how to make her cum
❥warnings: incest, degradation, pussy slapping, squirting, ruined orgasm, innocent reader
❥word count: 0.8k
❣︎anon: hi so my birthday is coming up on the 15th of this month and i was wondering if i could get either a dabi x little sister where he teaches her about herself (nsfw) or a yandere todoroki with a reader who’s developed stockholm syndrome for him please and thank you ! up to you and there will be no hard feelings if you don’t, i love your fics regardless :) mwah!
happy birthday, sweetheart! i hope you have an amazing birthday and plenty more to come! this may be a teeny tiny bit rushed and i deviated just a lil bit from your req but i hope you like it anyways. as for yandere shoto with a reader with Stockholm syndrome, ive already written a piece on that which you can find on my bnha dark masterlist <33
“nii-chan knows you better than you know yourself.”
dabi had told you those same words all your life. ever since you had been little kids and you’d known him by touya, when he’d told you no you didn’t want banana milk over chocolate milk and you don’t really like that bubblegum candy- you’re just trying to copy him and you’re lying that kakashi is your favourite character from naruto- he really knew you better than you knew yourself. and he was never wrong. it’s no wonder you’d still remained so attached to him, even after all these years he’d been gone. nii-chan really knows you best.
he knows what you’ve been doing. he can see it on your flustered face, the lust swimming in your darkened eyes and how you press your legs together hurriedly, swiping your sticky fingrs along your thighs when he enters the room. he can hear your little whines from the other side of the door, so desperate and needy. he knows you too well.
“are you still struggling?” you gasp at his words one night, but dabi just smirks, sliding an arm around the back of the headboard as he leans close to you. “are you still struggling to make yourself cum?” there’s a little pout on your lips and a small whine escapes you as you slide your hands between your legs, grinding your hips desperately against your hand as you cup your cunt through your leggings.
“nii-chan, p-please.” you whimper, widened begging eyes filling with tears. “need to cum so bad. please help me.”
it’s enough to make the blood rush to his cock as he inhales sharply, smelling the sweetness of your shampoo as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you shiver as his lips graze your skin, hands gripping your waist as he pulls you towards him.
“take off your panties then.” you’re quick to pull down your leggings and panties in one go, strings of slick clinging from your damp folds to the soaked fabric of your panties, making dabi groan as he slides his fingers along your cunt. “you’re drenched. look at how sloppy this cunt is.” he can tell you’ve been at it for a while- how your hole flutters, how swollen your clit is, how you jerk and squirm with every sensitive touch.
“n-nii-chan- please- make me cum.”
he doesn’t hesitate to start swirling your clit, his fingers damp with your wetness as you sigh breathily, eyes fluttering shut whilst your head rolls back. slick squelches lewdly and dribbles down between your legs as he slides a finger into your hole, your quivering walls immediately clamping down tight as you moan.
“you’re so wet.” dabi growls as he pumps his fingers steadily. you squirm, legs trembling and you cling to his wrist as he fucks them faster into your hole, adding another to stretch out your tight walls. “and so desperate, look at you practically rutting against my hand. do you want to cum that bad?” you whine in response, wetness soaking dabi’s hand as he fingerfucks you hard and fast, his fingers reaching so much deeper than your own, hitting all those sensitive spots that make you squeal and squirm. “so pathetic.” your walls tighten around his fingers at the sharp hiss, dabi’s own cock twitching in the tight restrains of his pants. oh. he didn’t know you liked that. “pathetic, dumb little girl can’t even get herself off- she needs nii-chan to do everything for her right?” you nod eagerly, whining as you grind against his hand, nails piercing into the skin of his arm.
“yes! only n-nii-chan can help me.”
“that’s right.” he croons, mouthing a kiss to your jaw. “only nii-chan can make you cum.” his lips meet yours, desperate and messy and feverous as you whine into his mouth, letting him lick and slide his tongue against yours.
your walls squeeze tighter as he curls his fingers, stroking it forward against your spongy walls whilst you cry out, your body trembling and back arching. your cunt throbs around his fingers, soft pathetic whines of ‘nii-chan’ falling from your lips. “cum for nii-chan.”
“n-nii-chan- i’m gonna make a mess.” you whimper but dabi just fingerfucks you faster, his thumb pressing to your clit.
“then do it. make a mess with your sloppy cunt all over nii-chan’s hand. go on- cum.”
loud cries fall from your lips as you cum, wetness spraying from your cunt and drenching the bedsheets and his hand as he rips his fingers from your cunt, hand slapping against your clit repeatedly.
“nii-chan!” you look scandalised, jerking away from his touch as your legs shake and your skin feels hot as your cunt still throbs with need. “why-”
“aw, was that not enough?” he teases, hand reaching for the hem of your shirt. “guess then nii-chan will just have to make you cum again- properly this time on my cock.”
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