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could you do number 54 or 99 with seungcheol please!!
SAR’S 3K MILESTONE EVENT
prompt. “c’mere, you can come sit in my lap until i’m done working.”
pairing. seungcheol x f!reader
wc. 824 (i literally don’t know what happened im sorry)
warning. thigh riding, needy!reader, soft dom!cheol, lots of teasing, pet names (baby, princess), allusions to dumbification, ummm idk what else — MINORS DNI 18+
note. hi anon! i chose 54 bc i wanted to write thigh riding LOL i hope u like this T-T it was lowkey kinda rushed </3
you’re pacing, probably creating a draft outside of seungcheol’s study. you’d much rather be in bed doing other things, but god forbid your boyfriend take a step away from work even if it was just for a second.
seungcheol notices the way you walk past the wide-open door several times, an amused smirk sitting on his face while he continues to work. he understands you’re a bit… worked up right now, but he just needs to finish one more thing and he’s all yours.
it’s when you start obnoxiously sighing every time you pass the door that he breaks out into a full grin, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.
“hey, baby?” he calls and your ears perk up when you hear the pet name, practically prancing into the room with hearts in your eyes.
you smile sweetly at him, “yes, cheollie?” you sing.
he gives you a playful look when he asks, “what are you doing?” as if he didn’t already know.
“nothin,’” you shrug with a toothy grin. “just waiting for you to fuck me into the mattress like you promised you would’ve 2 hours ago– and by the way… is that still happening?”
he leans back in his chair adjusting his glasses. he hums out his response, voice dropping a bit, “mhm it is, is my pretty baby needy?”
your smile dissipates and pout is quick to form on your lips. “cheol, don’t tease, ‘m already a mess.”
he coos, “oh, my poor thing.” his words are mocking, but he’s quick to make up for it. “c’mere baby, you can sit in my lap until i’m done working.”
you nearly jump him at that, running over and straddling just one of his deliciously thick thighs on the spacious chair. he smiles at you, mumbling something about how cute you are before his hands find your waist.
you wrap your arms around his neck, “so, how much longer…?”
“not much, princess. if you’re good ‘n let me work, i can be done within the next 30 minutes.” he tells you, hands sliding up and down your sides which seems to be doing more harm than good to your soaking cunt.
you sigh, nodding your head before clinging to his body, shoving your head in the crook of his neck as he removes his hands and returns to work. your senses are full of him, his cologne making your head spin and the ache in your beyond agonizing.
you don’t even realize how much time passes by before you’re subtly rubbing against his thigh till he’s humming, hands back on your hips to guide you. you whine into his skin at the feeling of his large hands squeezing your flesh and your pussy pulsing uncontrollably.
he snickers at your helplessness. “aren’t you just the neediest little thing? can’t even wait 30 minutes for my dick, baby?”
“b-been waiting all day… need it now.”
“oh, you need it, do you?” his patronizing tone has your hips involuntarily stuttering. “gonna show me then? show me how much this pretty pussy needs to get fucked?”
you whine, his vulgar words sending shockwaves straight to your cunt, “ch-cheol, please.”
“there’s my girl, i knew you didn’t forget your manners.” he praises with another smile though you couldn’t be bothered with the way your overly-sensitive pussy clenches. he flexes his thigh and your desperate whines turn into even more desperate moans. “gonna cum like this?”
you nod your head, one of your hands slipping to the back of his, threading your fingers through the brown locks. the other comes to roughly grip and pull at his shirt desperately. you attempt to salvage any dignity you may have left when your mouth opens and your teeth sink into his neck to muffle your embarrassing moans.
seungcheol revels in your reaction to simply grinding on his thigh. he has to admit that this might be the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life and it’s making him so fucking hard.
“alright, baby, you’re close right? cum for me and i’ll fuck you brainless, can you do that? can you cum for me?”
at the inviting incentive, you nod, huffing and puffing as you feel your impending orgasm swirl in the pit of your tummy. cheol can hear how close you are in your moans, each getting more pitchy and breathless as they come.
when the rubber band in your stomach snaps, you jolt in his grasp, incessantly crying out his name followed by some vulgar curses. your hips are slowing down but still bucking against his thigh as you’re coming down from your orgasm. soon after, with cheol rubbing your back, your heavy lids flutter close and you slump against his body, still panting.
“good girl.” he whispers. “did so well, you know that?”
you mumble into his neck, “fuck me brainless.” the words parrot his previous ones and he can’t help the laugh that escapes him.
“don’t worry, i will.”
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‘ can’t we talk for a while? ’ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) rip nebula
oh, what a pain in the ass. they sighed, gloved hand moving to tuck loose strands back into their hair. they didn’t have time to entertain this ... dude, nor his ideals, but they had a feeling that he wouldn’t let up unless they did. nebula, wordlessly, plopped in a chair across from him. arms crossed their chest, clearly making their point : they didn’t wanna be here. “ make it quick, moneybags. i don’t have the whole afternoon. ” pointedly spoke, leg crossed to sit on it’s opposite’s knee, slouching. what else could they possibly do to seem disinterested ? head tilted back, eyebrow that was furrowed quirked. they were ... far from the scene he’d probably be most associated with : messy, rowdy, kinda rude and oblivious compared to his stuffy, nicely and neatly dressed, clean and proper crowd. everything just screamed FISHY ! about mr. marigold over here. / @atlascash – barefoot gen .
#atlascash#they donot .... trust him.........#I KINDA LEFT IT ... OPEN . IF U WANTED TO .... LIKE CONTINUE IN A THREAD OR SMTHN ?#* violette / in character .#* violette / interactions .
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voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader
he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...
warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.
voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:
“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.
your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”
“which one are you on? haven?”
“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”
“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”
“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.
“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”
“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”
he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.
you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.
tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.
with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt.
“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.
now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.
he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.
you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.
“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.
“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”
“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”
“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.
kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear.
he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...
“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.
it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—
the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.
he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”
he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it.
the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen.
meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.
[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better
[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u
[12:14 PM] you: guess
[12:05 PM] you: guess
[12:05 PM] you: guess
[12:05 PM] you: guess
[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding
[12:05 PM] you: guess
[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u
[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub
[12:05 PM] you: but with soup
[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava
[12:05 PM] you: genius right
[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3
[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing
[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit
[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!
[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw
[12:06 PM] you: >:)
he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.
and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing.
if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...
>> part two
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#i have never played a game of valorant in my life#for someone thats only watched their friends play i think this is pretty decent#like wtf is ascent idfk#kinky.inky#haikyuu smut#haikyuu! smut#kenma smut#kenma kozume#kozume kenma#kenma x you#kenma x reader#tw.dubcon#kenma
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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)
SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”
⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message
loml: ladies, i need a girls night
loml: desperately
babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows
fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰
loml: y/n??
you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...
fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh
babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg
you: 😅
loml: TRAITOR BITCH
fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS
babygorl: WHORE
you: bruh.mp3
you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME
babygorl: lying is a sin y/n
babygorl: sinner
loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha
loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg
fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr
you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW
you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
you: UNLIKE YOU RATS
fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀
you: STOP
loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen
you: HE’S NOT HOT
babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...
babygorl: his biceps 🥴
fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”
loml loved “his biceps 🥴”
you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!
fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
babygorl: uh huh yeah sure
loml: yall hear sumn?
NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)
“hey i’m omw up!”
you: whatever you guys suck
you: i gtg
fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW
babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!
loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)
you: desgostang.jpg
You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.
Idiots.
That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.
Definitely not.
The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.
“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”
“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”
Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.
Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...
You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.
“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.
You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.
“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”
“Why? You’re already taller than him.”
“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”
You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”
Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”
“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”
“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”
You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.
Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.
But you would certainly not “tap that.”
Well...
No. You would not.
You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.
For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.
You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—
“Okay, so basically—”
Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.
“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”
Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”
“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?
He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.
“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.
“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”
Fuck it.
Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.
He blinked. You blinked.
The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.
You bolted.
“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.
“Wait, (Y/N)—“
You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.
“(Y/N)!”
Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.
“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“
“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”
“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”
“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”
He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.
“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.
“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.
You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.
“Sokka!”
“Hey, man!”
“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”
“Nice, dude!”
“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.
“Who were they?” you asked.
“Honestly, I’m not sure.”
“Sokka.”
“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”
“Mine doesn’t.”
“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”
“Oh.”
“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Making fun of me!”
“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.
“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.
“You’re cute.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”
“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.
“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”
“Nope.”
Oh.
A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!
ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @blazedbakugou @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula @wooscottoncandyhair @chewymoustachio @ohno-caroline @sunflowerr-mami @1vitamin @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @u-4iia @nymeria-targaryen @tommy-braccoli @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee @a-sloppy-bitch @nomin-rights @siriuslyslyslytherin @starryncn
SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @zvkta @sher-lockedmarvel @grandmascottlang @captainshazamerica @yuesallura
#sokka x reader#sokka x you#sokka x y/n#x sokka#sokka fluff#sokka imagine#sokka fic#atla sokka#atla x reader#sokka#mine#requests#atla fic#avatar the last airbender
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Could you write a scenario with the red string soul mate au, with Masky taking the reader as a new proxy for his group. ♡
[Masky X GN!Reader]
[Warnings: none]
[AN: probably not as fluffy as you'd like but,,,,, I kinda like it this way??? Anyways, just let me know if this fails to meet your expectations and I'll whip something else up <3]
Red strings of fate are amongst the most common kind of soul mate identifiers, and almost every human has one. They range from clocks on wrists, counters on the backs of hands, marks that grow with the first touch, glowing, but none are more prevalent than the red strings.
Tim was one such man that had a red string of fate, and most of the time, he forgot it was even present.
Normally, red strings aren’t visible all the time to the person they’re attached to (with the person they’re attached to being the only ones who can see it) unless the two are in close proximity to each other. What counts as close proximity varies on the soul mates.
Tim has only seen his red string of fate once before his proxy life. Just once. Back when he was a college student. Walking on campus to class and all of a sudden, a red thread on his right hand beamed like rubies in sunlight and dashed out on its path to somewhere far off campus. He was mesmerized by the image before it faded out of his sight. He took that as a sign that someone, somewhere, out in the world, was capable of loving him.
He didn’t see that string again until he was summoned back to the mansion in Rosswood on the orders of his boss.
“A-Are we t-there yet?” Toby asks with a groan, forearm still flopped over his eyes as he leaned pathetically against Kate in the backseat as she fanned herself with a magazine.
“You guys really had to choose the car with no working AC, didn’t you?” She hisses as she fans Toby as well.
“Shut up,” Brian laughs, finally pulling into the parking lot of a forest they were all too familiar with.
Tim rolls his window up and then unbuckles his seat belt, mentally giving the green light for his teammates to do the same as car doors get thrown open to the hot summer air. Tim can hear crickets chirping and grass rustling slightly in the breeze. At least there is a breeze to begin with.
After he and Brian get backpacks from the car full of things they might need, especially water, the four take into the woods.
“So, what are we here for?” Kate asks, pulling her shoulder length black hair into a tight bun. It’s anything to keep the heat and sweat off her as her free hand swats away the gnats.
“Getting a new teammate,” Tim answers, his eyes dark and tired. He hears groans from both Toby and Kate. “I know, I know, I was against it at first too,” he continues, his hands moving past the thick summer foliage.
Toby rolls his eyes as he thwacks aside the branches and brambles. “W-Why do we n-need another one? T-That’d bump u-us up to f-f-five,” he mutters clearly not pleased with the fact a new member is coming in. Granted, he was a little pleased this group would be getting a runt, but at the same time, the bigger the group, the more problems.
Brian, sensing Tim’s exhaustion, takes over instead. “No arguing with the Operator’s words, Tobes,” the blond haired man sighs as he picks a leaf off a low hanging branch and offers it to Toby like an impatient child. “We’ll just have to make do.”
“Reassuring,” Toby deadpans as he takes the leaf, mildly amused with it as he keeps pace with his group.
Tim continues to lead, his right hand pinky feeling more and more uncomfortable as they draw deeper and deeper in the woods. He knows they’re going to be reaching the veil soon, and he knows he needs to ask for permission… Then why can’t he pay attention? He’s so focused on how his finger burns that he doesn’t even realize he’s surrounded in fog.
Brian’s hand is on his shoulder. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He inquires, head cocking gently to the side as the thick fog spreads like cold, welcoming dew on his and his teammates’s clothes and skin. It’s a much more pleasant feeling than sweat beading from the hot summer sun.
Tim blinks a few times. ‘How did we get in here?’ He’s of course, referring to the in-between, the most dangerous part of Rosswood. It’s the veil between the world as you know it, and the Operator’s realm.
‘You kinda zoned out so I asked permission instead,’ Brian shrugs before moving quietly and slowly through the fog, taking point as Tim gathers himself. ‘No big deal, but a penny for your thoughts?’
Tim dips down and walks softly alongside his group, praying they don’t capture the attention of something ghastly like the not-deer or those poor humans who couldn’t find their way back out. ‘My finger feels weird,’ he begins, earning quiet snorts from all of his teammates. Tim mentally hisses at both Kate and Toby, who, like children who had just been caught doing something bad, put their hands over their mouths and stifle their giggles.
‘Y’think it has to do with..?’ Brian trails off slightly.
Tim shakes the thought off but keeps it in the back of his head as the fog finally begins to dissipate and the smells of sweet garden begin to fill his nose. His finger burns brighter. ‘I think you’re right,’ he suddenly states, chocolate colored eyes wide at the sight of that red string looping through the open gates of the Operator’s mansion and leading to the inside. It looks strong and grows brightly - is the string thicker than he remembers?
There’s an old wives’ tale that says the thicker the string, the thicker the bond.
Tim takes in a sharp breath and brushes off the confused looks of his companions, instead remembering that he is a group leader and has a new teammate to pick up. He walks proudly and confidently through the garden, signifying he is well respected in proxy society, and that his business is with the tall man himself.
The doors to the grand mansion open for him, and Tim’s eyes attempt to focus on the beautiful changes to the foyer but find that his attention remains on his thread.
“Where is it leading?” Kate asks, a small smirk on her lips.
Tim’s eyes glance upwards to the office, and Kate giggles.
Every step up to the doors of the Operator’s office brings him closer and closer to the end of his string. His heart is pounding in his chest.
“Come in, there’s someone I want you to meet,” the Operator’s smooth, velvety voice beckons, the doors opening and revealing a beautiful dark room. It smells heavenly, and light pours through the windows revealing the afternoon sun and the blue sky.
There’s someone standing with their back to you
“Say hello, Reader,” the Operator says, his hand resting on the person’s shoulder.
His eyes widen once more like a deer in headlights as you turn, your eyes are beautiful. He watches as your left hand raises, waving, and in response, he raises his right, bound together by that red string.
No one else matters in this moment. Not the budding smiles and sounds of happiness from his teammates, not the Operator's knowing hum, just you.
You are all that he sees.
“Do you accept-”
“I do,” Tim answers, cutting his boss off in accepting you to his group.
The Operator chuckles.
Tim steps closer to you, and you meet him halfway.
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Hey love do u mind if I request a part two of “getting sick makes me horny”. I absolutely loved the first part and I would love to see them waking up reader by fondling her breasts to get her horny but they’re still sick af so she’s like I don’t think so. Thank you!!
I def think this is something Stucky would do coz their sex drive is off the charts especially when they’re sick so here you go…🌸
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Previous // Next
We’re still not having sex
Pairings: Stucky × Reader
Warnings: NON-CANON, Almost smut with lotsa fluff
Word Count: 1231
18+, minors DNI
Y/N’s POV:
Something wet swirled around my one of nipples while one hand, clearly metal squeezed my other breast. A moan escaped my lips as my back arched into the contact of the hand and the wetness. The hand slipped down to my pantie covered slit and rubbed soft circles on my clit. Another whimper left my mouth as my eyes slowly opened and was immediately melt with the harsh rays of the daylight.
I squinted in the sunlight trying to comprehend what exactly was going on but a part of me already knew. On opening completely, my eyes were met with a view I wish I could wake up to everyday. Steve’s mouth continued its suction on my nipples and his hand started to slide across my waist while Bucky’s hand had started to rub harsher circles, desperate to make me cum and he stared right at me.
“Good morning” I whispered through a moan. Both of them looked at each other and smirked before Steve’s face contorted in a weird way and he suddenly sneezed all over me and Bucky. Red began to climb up his neck all the way to his cheeks and his ears. Bucky looked at me with eyes wide and suddenly we both broke out into a laugh.
Steve suddenly embarrassed, went back to sucking on my nipple. I cursed and pulled his mouth away with a wet ‘pop’, regrettably. He pouted but before I could say anything, Bucky resumed his assault on my clit with his metal fingers. My back arched yet again and I whined.
Bucky chuckled and buried his head in my neck. I gasped at the heat radiating from his forehead and pulled away to look at him properly. He looked better than yesterday, the both of them did but they were still sick.
I shoved the blankets off me and kneeled on the bed, facing both of them and glared. Bucky cowered under my murderous gaze while Steve shifted closer to Bucky and wrapped his arms around him. Bucky nervously laughed in return while I got off the bed to get breakfast.
After taking a quick inventory of the medicines and whipping up some breakfast, I made my way back again to find the both of them unabashedly making out. Again.
“What the hell did I say about sex?” I hissed as I set down breakfast. They pulled away from each other with a groan while Bucky wrapped his hand around mine and placed it on his semi hard-on. I snickered at his blue ball situation which only made him glare in return and Steve whine some more.
“You said we’d have some sex today, Y/n!” Steve said while getting up to go freshen up. “But it was subject to whether you guys were feeling better or not.” I said, pulling Bucky out of the blankets and pushing him to the bathroom too.
After a couple of minutes, they stepped out looking a little better while Bucky shivered. “You cold bub?” I asked while opening up the blankets for both of them to settle into. Bucky nodded and practically sprinted to my side and cuddled into the blankets while Steve smiled at his actions.
I patted the bed on the other side of me and with a grateful smile, he slipped in while handing Bucky his breakfast. He looked to me with a look that said ‘I want you to feed me again.’
Immediately I got out of bed and exclaimed the need to clear out the dishes from last night. Steve laughed at Bucky’s pout and encouraged me with a soft smile. As much as I loved them both, I really needed a minute to myself.
As I scrubbed, Sam walked up next to me and poured himself a coffee. “The both of them still horny?” he asked with a laugh bubbling in his chest.
“They’re always horny, Sam. More so when they’re sick so yeah.” I said with a monotonous voice which made Sam really crack up. “Have funn!” he teased in a sing-song voice while I stuck my tongue out at him. He only smirked in return and wandered outside with his coffee.
I ran up the stairs to find Bucky reading a book, still wrapped up in his blanket while Steve sat at the window with the shade pulled open, his focus alternating between Bucky and the pencil in his hand scraping against the paper. I smiled to myself while walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders and peering into his drawing.
The lines of the graphite had beautifully curved to outline Bucky in his current form. My breath catches in my throat at the figure which pulls Bucky’s attention to the pair of us. He smiles questioningly at the pair of us but Steve only shakes his head in return.
Bucky beckons us closer with a soft curl of his metal finger. I grasp Steve’s hand in mine and pull him over to the bed where Bucky asks to see his work. Steve blushes and shyly puts his notebook forward. With an endearing smile, Bucky takes the notebook and for a minute he only stares at his likeness. My hand shifts to Steve’s back and starts to rub soothing circle like a child waiting for praise.
A sharp of intake of breath drags our attention to Bucky yet again. His eyes sheen with unshed tears. Steve’s arms wrap around his broad shoulders and pull him firmly against his chest while I crawl into Bucky’s lap. My head rests on his chest while my hands wrap around his waist and Steve starts to whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
After a while of just laying on Bucky’s chest, I raise my head to look at his now calm smile. “What’s wrong bub?” I ask as my hand threads itself in his hair. “I saw that drawing and I just looked so normal in it, y’know? I haven’t been normal in a really long time but I can… with the both of you and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. I just… really love the both of you I guess.” He said as he cuddled into Steve’s chest and pulled me into his side wanting to be in the middle.
“You guess? I’m kinda hurt Buck,” Steve said with a pout. “I’m trying to be serious.” Bucky said as he threw his hands up in exasperation. I giggled and kissed the side of his head in a ‘sorry’ gesture.
“We know bub.” I said as I slid down to lay on the pillow with Bucky still in the middle. Steve apologised with a kiss to his lips and practically melted into the soft sheets with a moan. Bucky only chuckled in return and pulled us both closer with a tug.
“Hey,” I said as I turned to face the both of them. Steve leaned up on his elbows, curious to hear what I have to say while Bucky tightened his grip on my waist. “I love the both of you,” I said. “Even if you both are way too horny for 100 year olds.”
Steve only laughed in return and flopped back down onto his pillows with an ‘I love you too’.
“So, that’s a no to sex then, right?” and for a moment, there was silence until two combined voices shouted “Bucky!”
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For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--
Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~
FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!
To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)
Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~
Part 1
MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.
Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?
Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.
The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.
And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.
Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.
"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.
"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."
Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"
"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"
Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.
"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"
"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."
"But-"
"Now."
Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.
But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...
Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.
So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:
"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"
"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"
"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"
That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...
An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.
Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.
But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.
In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:
"Off to the beach we go!"
Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.
Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.
Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.
"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.
"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."
The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."
Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.
"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.
"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.
"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.
"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."
The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.
Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"
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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.
And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...
Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."
"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.
In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.
"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."
Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.
"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.
"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."
"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.
"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"
"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."
Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."
Suddenly, another voice joined the group.
"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."
"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."
Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.
Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:
'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.
'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.
'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'
Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."
Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"
A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.
Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"
Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.
"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"
"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."
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(To be continued...)
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Misread Details: Robert
CW: Dehumanizing language, BBU blanket warning, serial killer/death talk, descriptions of death/abduction/murder, blood, whumper death, some real vague implied noncon references, creepy whumper, sadistic whumper
Part One: Nanda | Part Two: Brute | Part Three: Robert
The Dark Discovery in Robert Weber’s Basement: Box Boy Killer, Part 3
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After Part One, where we learned about the mysterious, but possibly entirely natural, death of Nathaniel “Nanda” Benson, and Part Two, where we saw Henry “Brute” Hanlon’s double life lead to his untimely gruesome murder, you see the single thread that connects these two men who otherwise never met, interacted, or even shared a single person in common… a nameless Box Boy, present at the death of Nanda even if he isn’t responsible for it, and the proven killer of Brute.
It’s my theory that this Box Boy may have accidentally killed his legal owner, Nanda, and then picked up a taste for the act and moved on to taking shelter with those he turns into his victims.
With Brute, he simply didn’t know the man had a wife and children and entire other life, and may have assumed no one would come looking for him or recognize his death. With our third individual, Robert Weber, it seems like our Box Boy Serial Killer got in over his head.
I give you… the Accidental Vigilante death of Robert Weber.
You decide if our unknown killer is simply the unluckiest guy in the world or a killer who even now may be somewhere living with - and earning the trust of - his next victim.
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One bright and sunny day in the quaint, old-fashioned California town of Rancher’s Rest, Robert Weber was late for work.
Weber worked in a vehicle repair business owned by lifelong “RR” resident Randy Niles, who had known Weber since his childhood and had been his boss since Weber was eighteen years old and fresh out of high school.
Niles, who is now nearly seventy-five and still spends his days in the shop with an Australian Shepherd named Cody and a blind pit bull named Sue keeping him company everywhere he goes, stated that Weber had no living family he knew of beyond his sister in Vermont, and he was just about the closest thing Weber had to a relative just from having known him so long.
“He didn’t have too much to do with his sister,” Randy said in an interview with Unsolved Mysteries. (You can see the interview on the new Netflix reboot of the show! It’s a really good episode, definitely recommend. It’s how I got into this case in the first place.) “Or nobody, really. Just us at work, the guys at the bar, that kinda thing. He was quiet, kept to himself really. You’d never just strike up a chat around town or anything. But he got on just fine with the boys here in the shop. He was a bit of an egghead, too, always going on about this thing or that he’d seen on the news. Little… odd. Little bit off, you might say. But really, who isn’t? In any case, you know, I’d known him since he was a little boy, so he was just Bobby Weber to me.”
Then, of course, one day Robert Weber didn’t show up to work. Randy Niles immediately felt that something was very wrong.
“When nine, nine-thirty came and went and he wasn’t there,” Niles said, “I knew someone needed to go check on him. Bobby showed up for work right on time or ten minutes early, rain or shine, for twenty years. My first thought was maybe he’d had an accident at home, or some kind of, you know, health thing. Almost never called in sick, took one vacation a year, that kinda thing. So I drove right on over there. This would’ve been, oh, probably ten or ten-fifteen when I got to the house. Had my dogs with me, and they never did like Bobby much, but as soon as I opened my door and got out of my truck they just lost their damn minds. Barking, growling, Cody’s hackles were up like you wouldn’t believe. I know it sounds damn crazy, but I’m sure those dogs could smell that evil had been done in that house.”
On camera, Niles goes quiet, here, his gaze slipping away from the interviewer as he scratches at the side of his nose. When he looks back, the hint of good humor that seems to be an eternal part of his expression is gone.
“I didn’t know what Bobby had been up to all this time. None of us knew. I’ve known Bobby Weber his whole life, and I… I had no idea.”
Randy Niles was unable to convince his two dogs to exit the truck, and eventually rolled down the windows to give them some air and a way out if they chose (he is insistent on this point in the Unsolved Mysteries episode - “don’t you dare say I left my dogs locked up in a truck on a sunny day, I sure didn’t - Cody even knows how to pull a door handle if it’s the right kind”) and got out to knock on Robert Weber’s front door.
No one answered.
Niles knocked again. Still no response.
The front door was locked, but Niles was able to locate an unlocked back door into the garage, where he found Weber’s car neatly parked and nothing out of place. However, once he used an interior door in the garage to enter Weber’s home, what he found was so shocking he still struggles to describe it today.
“The, uh. The first thing I saw,” Niles says in the Unsolved Mysteries episode, wiping at his mouth with a handkerchief, “was a cage. Big old cage in the living room. Like a kennel for a big dog, Great Dane or something, except… except, you know, kennels’re usually mostly wire, not that heavy. You can fold ‘em up, put ‘em away. This was… geez. This was pure metal. Bunch of blankets all piled at the bottom, too. Here’s the-... you know, my mind just didn’t want to even make the thought, but I just, I looked at it and-”
In the episode, Niles has to take another moment, here. His eyes grow wet, and his voice is hoarse when he speaks again. “People cage. Bobby had a damn man-sized cage in his living room. That’s when my stomach just fell out. Even then, though, I couldn’t-... I just thought, oh, well, what people get up to in their own homes is their business. But still, I just. I just decided, find Bobby, figure the rest out later. So I kept walking around looking for him.”
Randy Niles continued to call out, hoping to hear Weber’s response, but received none… at first. The radio in the kitchen was playing a local public radio station (“Bobby always hated the country western and classic rock we played at work, he was a big news man, big into classical, jazz, you know.”)
Niles noticed, he says, that the cage next to the couch had a wooden top, as though it were meant to act as a side table, and on that table was a small woven basket. Inside the basket appeared to be several State IDs and Driver’s licenses. Niles took note of this but his first assumption was maybe that Robert Weber had stolen some IDs or something.
Which was technically true, just… not quite the way he thought.
The kitchen, hallway, and all three bedrooms were equally empty of life. Every room was clean, everything neatly in place. Empty bottles of Jameson whiskey, Weber’s favorite brand, were lined up like décor along the mantel, and one half-full bottle was next to two clean, empty glasses on the kitchen table.
Even the beds were perfectly made.
The only thing missing was any sign of Robert Weber himself.
The question of Weber’s whereabouts was answered when Randy Niles heard a sound coming from the open door to Weber’s unfinished dirt basement.
“Like a ghost,” Niles said in his interview. “Just this low moaning sound. Hardly even thought of it as human, you know. But I just-... I called out, ‘Bobby? That you?’ and the moaning got a little louder, like whoever it was was tryin’ to answer. I could still hear my girls in the truck just going nuts, probably worried about me knowing what they maybe could smell even out there. I figured… I figured I’d best call the cops and get them out here. Seemed like a plan. So I picked up my phone and dialed, and then I headed down those basement steps.”
What Randy Niles discovered in Robert Weber’s basement was a dying man, battered and stabbed eight times, lying in a half-dug grave.
Robert Weber had been beaten with the very shovel that had done the digging. The shovel lay off to the side, caked in dirt and blood. Police would find some of Robert Weber’s hair on it, too. Then, the individual who had beaten him had gone back upstairs - blood smears were found on the railing to the stairs - and taken a kitchen knife out of the knife block on the countertop. A bloody fingerprint was found on the side of the knife block. They had then returned to the basement where Weber was stabbed, almost entirely through the stomach and chest, twenty-six times, until the cheap knife simply broke from the force.
Randy Niles admitted in his interview that he became very ill at this time. “From the shock,” He elaborated. “I haven’t been able to smell much since I was in a car wreck when I was young, so I didn’t smell what-... what my girls prob’ly smelled from outside, and what the cops smelled. To me, it was just… just a little off, is all. It was the sight of it that got to me, not the smell. The sight of the-... the hand.”
Behind Robert Weber’s body, the hand of another person was sticking up out of the loose dirt, as though someone was trying to dig their way out.
“I remember… I remember her nail polish was pink. That’s when I got sick, actually, was when I saw that hand with the painted nails. That’s when it just hit me all at once what Bobby had done.”
Randy Niles went back up the stairs and waited for the cops to arrive. Rancher’s Rest is a small town where everybody knows just about everybody else, and Niles was on a first-name basis with every single police officer he spoke to that day and in the days after. He would learn alongside the investigation that Robert Weber was not simply the quiet, intellectual car mechanic he had always seemed.
Instead, Robert Weber was a serial killer whose potential final victim had managed a miraculous, deadly escape.
Robert Weber never answered a single question about his own murder - he never fully regained consciousness and died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. His injuries were simply too severe. His autopsy showed that the cause of death was a stab wound that went deep into his chest and that he was first stabbed only after the beating with the shovel had taken place. Like Brute, most of his stab wounds were applied post-mortem in a rage rather than as part of the killing itself.
Medical examiners also found scratches on Weber’s face and arms, indicating that he had attempted to defend himself - or someone else had attempted to defend themself from him.
So why was Robert Weber killed, and why was there already a body in his basement? Investigators would piece together the story over the following days and weeks from a crime scene that only seemed to become darker and more baffling as time went on.
Excavating the basement was originally thought to be something that would be brief, but after the first body was removed, another one was found beneath it. Then another off to the side of that. And another, although this was simply bones.
Every time the forensics team thought they’d found the last human bone, they dug a little deeper or in a new spot and found more.
Eventually, the remains of twenty-two individuals would be removed from the basement of Robert Weber’s home, not including Weber himself. The oldest located victim was identified as Melinda Traxson, an Iowa woman reported missing by her family after she ran away in March of 1996… more than two decades before Robert Weber didn’t come to work one day.
Investigators are still working to match up every body with a missing persons’ case. For nearly all of them, the cause of death could not be easily ascertained due to the deterioration of the remains, but some showed signs of skull fractures. Identified individuals so far include:
Melinda Traxson, 19, from Iowa, ran away from home in 1996.
Billie Mortimer, 21, disappeared from a day out with friends at Lake Tahoe one year later in the summer of 1997. Her friends went to get lunch from the car after a swim and when they returned, she was gone.
Matthew Ranger, 22, went missing during a road trip to Yellowstone National Park in 1997 (only five months after Billie). His car was found abandoned by the side of the road with a flat tire.
Karl Janssen, 24, a tourist from the Netherlands who was also visiting Yellowstone, disappeared a month after Matthew. Last seen by an employee of the park who witnessed him speaking with another young man and getting into the man’s car. The employee said that the two seemed to be friendly with one another and did not seem like strangers.
Hannah Pointer, 26. She was reported missing in 1999 by her mother after failing to return home from work in Reno, Nevada. This disappearance occurred more than a year after Karl Janssen’s. Investigators would later discover that during this time period, Robert Weber dated a young woman from his hometown and he may not have wanted to risk her finding out what he was doing.
Isaac Jackson, 26, a Rancher’s Rest resident who disappeared after going out to a local bar to see his friend’s band play in 2000. His car was found submerged in a small pond two years later. This is the first time Weber apparently killed anyone close to home. He was actually briefly suspected in Jackson’s death, as he was the last person noted to see Jackson alive, but was cleared of suspicion at the time.
Dustin Swill, 21, who was driving from Colorado to California to visit his sister who had moved to Berras to work for WRU in 2001. He was last seen in a gas station near Yellowstone, where employees noted he spoke to a man who was smoking outside, who gave him a cigarette. When Swill left, employees saw the man put out his cigarette and leave shortly after. They did not find this unusual or noteworthy at the time.
Maria Vargas, 25, a Rancher’s Rest resident who was reported missing in 2002. Her family is intensely private and have shared few details about her, but it is known that her boyfriend at the time suspected Weber, who had attempted to convince her to leave the boyfriend for him and had apparently threatened her. He remained a suspect but there was never enough evidence to charge him.
Jennifer Striker, 28, from who never arrived for an appointment with a realtor in 2011. The long pause between Maria Vargas’s murder and Jennifer’s appeared to be due to Weber keeping a man named Finn Schneider within his home for more than a year after abducting him, as well as Weber serving five years in prison for a violent assault on a man he believed had sold him a defective vehicle. (Schneider was no longer in the home before the assault and prison time.)
Riley Nievelt, 25, was staying at the Big Meadow Campground with six friends during a weeklong vacation in 2012. She vanished while on a trip to purchase supplies. Her cell phone was found on the ground in the parking lot of the Food Lion in Rancher’s Rest, a short and easy drive away. At this time, with multiple individuals vanishing after being seen in Rancher’s Rest or being residents of the town, police begin to suspect and start hunting for a possible serial killer.
Alexander Peterson, 29, was a long-haul driver who vanished while working. He was last seen at a rest stop in 2014 on the California/Nevada state line, and would likely have passed right through Rancher’s Rest on his journey. He was reported missing by his ex-wife in South Dakota when he did not return as scheduled for a custodial visit.
The most recent victim, and owner of the hand that Randy Niles saw sticking up out of the dirt, was Yolanda Pierce, 26. She was a Rancher’s Rest resident with a troubled relationship with her husband, who had stormed out after an argument and was never seen again. She is believed to have died the same day as Robert Weber.
More remains exist but have not yet been identified. If you or anyone you know has a friend or family member who went missing during this time period in or near Rancher’s Rest, Yellowstone National Park, or Death Valley, it may be worth looking into, as those appear to be Robert Weber’s “hunting grounds”.
Disappearances in Yellowstone and Death Valley almost always matched up with Robert taking one of his rare weeklong vacations from work.
When investigators located three large diaries hidden inside a locked box in Weber’s closet, the first two fully filled up and the third nearly two-thirds finished, they found an exhaustively detailed record of Robert Weber’s crimes.
In these records, they discovered Weber’s first three victims were killed within 24 hours of abduction, with the rest being kept alive for longer and longer time periods. It is believed all of them met their end in Robert Weber’s basement.
Diary entries included records of two victims who were not a part of the bodies buried in Weber’s basement, both of whom may still be alive:
Finn Schneider, 19, a German tourist who disappeared in 2003 during a visit to Death Valley. Until Weber’s journals were found, it was believed he had perished in the park and had simply never been found. Robert Weber also visited Death Valley during this time. No one linked the two together. Evidence found in Weber’s home after his death, including the aforementioned diary entries and photographs, shows that Schneider was alive in Weber’s home for nearly sixteen months. It is believed Weber purchased the “human cage” that Randy Niles noticed around this time. The last diary entry that mentions Schneider states that he was “traded” on June 16th, 2005, to an individual only referred to as “Mouse.” What Weber received in exchange is unclear, but he was seen driving a new, custom-painted truck around this time, which he said he bought “from a personal ad” when asked by Niles about it. Schneider has never been found. However, his mother did receive a phone call in 2013 from an individual she believes to be her son, telling her that “Finn” was okay and to stop looking for him.
Our Box Boy, 334235, purchased by Nathaniel Benson years prior, whose whereabouts had been unknown since he murdered Brute Hanlon. Weber believed the Box Boy to be in his early twenties, according to his diary entries, and mentioned that he had picked the Boxie up hitchhiking and had intended to kill him before seeing the barcode on the inside of his left wrist and changing his mind. His diary suggests the Box Boy remained in his possession for roughly a fourteen months prior to Weber’s murder. Police have not released the details of what the Boxie was subjected to during this time, stating only that it is not the public’s interest for this information to be known, and they would like to locate the missing Boxie and interview him about certain details.
Four murders occurred during the time the Boxie was kept by Robert Weber. Weber noted that “the dog helped” with either murder or burial, suggesting that he may have worked as Weber’s accomplice in his terrible crimes.
Is it possible that they bonded over a shared urge to kill? Did the Boxie start a captive and become a companion?
Weber’s diary contained other disturbing facts, as well:
Weber also noted three failed abduction attempts in detail, in 1998, 2004, and 2017. In each he described with incredible precision of memory the appearances and descriptions of each person he failed to capture. He also appeared to do intensive research using their license plates and other information to find out where they lived and who they were. The names of these individuals have been kept quiet for privacy reasons.
Other failed abductions were noted, about one per year, without much detail. Or at least not enough for police officers to know who they were. Nearly all these failures were in one of three locations: Yellowstone National Park, Stanislaus National Forest and nearby campgrounds, and in or near Death Valley.
The last entry in Robert Weber’s diary was penned the day of his death.
NOTE: Weber referred to the Boxie as “the dog” in nearly all his journal entries. His last entry went:
May 6th, 20XX: The dog is pissed about something again. He’s always pissed about something. I think the thing in the basement probably kept him up all night with her caterwauling. He never gets used to the noises they make. God knows I can’t sleep either, at least not well. I’ll handle her tonight, have a drink with the dog after, see if that shuts up his nonsense for a while. Note: missed NPR interview with Senator Carlotta Grant on new leg. about the bb prohibition act. Find that on website later.
Found in Weber’s home, in boxes under his bed, were a series of restraints made of leather, high-quality items that appear to be custom-ordered to specific measurements. These included “gloves” intended to keep someone from being able to claw or scratch in their own defense, five sets of cuffs, a body harness, a leather half-face-mask that police referred to as a “muzzle”, several gags, some of which were deemed to be “designed to cause injury to the inside of the mouth”, and “other assorted items for use in torture and torment”.
You can find some leaked police docs online that go into more detail, but suffice to say they pretty much match the kinds of “toys” found in Nathaniel Benson and Brute Hanlon’s homes, too. And apparently, if you really know where to look, you can find some blurry low-quality photos Weber took, too.
While the items are a bit salacious, they aren’t entirely uncommon in consensual relationships, too, so it’s really not clear if they’re evidence of the Boxie being held against his will or not.
The investigation of the crime scene suggests that at some point after writing his final diary entry, Robert Weber made himself a pizza, which he ate half of and put the rest away in the fridge. His shaving cream and razor were found out on his sink, and Weber’s body was clean-shaven, suggesting he shaved shortly before his death.
He then watched three episodes of Law & Order: SVU. We know this because he texted during this time with his only living relative, the sister in Vermont. Little is known about Weber’s family and childhood, beyond his sister’s recounting of a quiet, strained home life with an overbearing mother and her mention that Robert endured several head injuries as a child and adolescent, including one that hospitalized him for days.
After he finished watching TV, Weber entered the basement and murdered Yolanda Pierce. It is believed he took the Box Boy downstairs with him, either as accomplice or witness. At some point while he was disposing of Yolanda Pierce’s remains, the Boxie became enraged for one reason or another, beat him with a shovel, got the kitchen knife from upstairs and stabbed him to death, and then left the house.
A neighbor remembers hearing odd noises around 3:30 AM and looking out their window to see a shadowy figure walking quickly down the road, but they weren’t able to see well enough to say whether or not the individual matches the description and WRU-provided photos of the Boxie. It does seem reasonable, though, to assume that the neighbor witnessed the Boxie fleeing the scene of the crime.
The Box Boy has never been seen again.
Police are pretty mum about the active investigation into the Box Boy’s whereabouts. I was able to get ahold of one source closely related to a member of the investigative team who said that there’s just not a lot of urgency. “Weber killed nearly two dozen people, just that we know of,” The source said. “The cops are a little bit ‘good riddance to bad rubbish’ about the situation. Unless the Boxie comes back to RR, they’re just inclined to let sleeping dogs lie.”
The sense of “let it be someone else’s problem” would be understandable… if this Box Boy weren’t responsible for one other direct murder, possibly two.
Police believe the Boxie has not left California, and is likely to be continuing to survive by engaging in prostitution or perhaps panhandling or some other hidden way of making money. Unconfirmed sightings have been located in three cities in central California, but all of these are unverified and should be taken with a grain of salt.
It’s also possible he hooked up with a pet liberation movement group, in which case he may be hiding out in a safehouse, protected from the consequences of his actions by the pet lib movement’s understandable insistence on total secrecy and anonymity for the Boxies they take in.
If he’s an innocent victim of circumstance, that’s fair.
If he’s a burgeoning serial killer with three victims under his belt and a taste for inflicting terrible violence on those who take him in… well… anyone who gives him shelter may be next.
Is our Boxie a purposeful killer or just supremely, almost incomprehensibly unlucky? Will he kill again? Was he Robert Weber’s accomplice or his victim?
Will he strike again?
Should there be an audit of WRU’s psychological testing on potential sign-ups to see if, perhaps, a Box Boy-wannabe with an urge to kill slipped through the cracks?
What do you think?
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this chapter pairing; sub!seokmin x vampire!reader
genre&warnings; vampire!reader, sub!seokmin, dacryphilia(crying kink baybeee)🥴, corruption kink kinda went brrr in this a little, lots of teasing, dirty talk, a little mutual masturbation, tiniest hint of orgasm denial, whiny needy seokmin, allusions to subspace.
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notes; THE-- ☠️ I exposed my crying kink in sdpp so we out here living our best lives now 😗💖 also seokmin being a whiny baby and crying bc everything you do to him is new and just too much for him is so fuckin hot ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ HENNYWAYS, you guys!! I cant believe monster mash is almost at the end, how the hell?!? this went by so fast 😭💕 and thank you for all the love and support on each chapter! even when tumb1r seems to hate me!! Lol, and for those in SoCal, be safe! stay indoors if u can, wear a mask if u have to be outside! And stay hydrated!! I’ll see y’all tomorrow! 🎃 👻 💕
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you take a drag, i take a sip;
i want your legendary kiss
you know i got designer taste;
and your design’s too good to waste
when the beast comes out at night;
yeah, it always wants a bite
and i try, try to resist;
but then the devil always wins.
Seokmin doesn’t believe in vampires.
He thinks Halloween is fun, but doesn’t believe in ghosts, demons or anything of the sort so he spends the night in; feet propped up on the coffee table as he watches another rerun of another vampire horror flick that he’d seen at least two times prior.
It’d been thankfully quiet for most of the night, despite the pouring rain and periodic thunder claps, but he enjoyed the way it added to the spooky atmosphere of the holiday.
Seokmin scoffs at the TV a few moments later, hand lodged deep in the bowl sitting in his lap. “Vampires aren’t even real.” He mutters.
“Says who?”
The bowl of popcorn in his lap is sent flying, and he acts quicker than he, himself, anticipates. “Who the fuck are you!? How did you get in here!?” His eyes dance over to the front door still locked and momentarily wonders if he left a window open.
He pales, realizing that it’d be impossible anyway.
Seokmin lived on the 17th floor of the building.
“Well!? Fuck---I’m---I’m gonna call the c-cops!” His shaky hands reach for his cell phone on the coffee table as you giggle.
You take a seat on his sofa, picking off a piece of discarded popcorn as you pop it into your mouth. “And tell them what? Exactly?”
“That there’s a psycho in my fuckin’ apartment and that you broke in!” Seokmin holds onto his phone a little tighter, palms clammy. He didn’t even hear the door open. You nod, pretending to think. “Oookay, so what are you gonna tell them when I do this?” You disappear in a puff of smoke and Seokmin feels like he’s going to throw up.
“Wh---”
“Boo!” You whisper from behind him, laughing when he runs roward and trips back onto the sofa. “What the fuck!?” His eyes show panic and confusion, shaky fingers letting go of the phone that was in his hand as it clatters to the floor.
“I--What are y-you? Please, don’t take my soul, it’s all I have left! I swear!”
You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, doubling over as he watches in fear. “Why are you laughing!?”
“I---you--you’re a funny one!” You wipe a stray tear from your eye as you catch your breath. “No, I don’t want your soul, I just want something to eat, that’s all~”
Seokmin’s eyes only read confusion when he stares back at you. “You want… food?”
“Mmhmm~”
You smile wide and Seokmin finally understands.
Ah. That kind.
He doesn’t know why he agrees.
Maybe it’s in his kind and innocent nature to believe you won’t suck him dry like a caprisun, but he agrees.
Maybe part of it is curiosity too and maybe part of him feels bad that maybe you haven’t fed in a while, but he introduces himself after you do and he finds himself trusting you a little bit more.
He’s not totally sure why.
“So----So how does this work, do I just---” He cuts himself off as he shakily turns his head to the side. “Wait, how do I know this isn’t a Halloween prank?! Did Jeonghan put you up to this?”
“Oh! Jeonghan, you know him?”
Seokmin’s eyes almost fall out of his skull. This couldn’t be happening. “Are we talking about the same Jeonghan? Yoon Jeonghan?”
“Yeah, lanky guy with brown hair, right? Super lethargic?”
Yep. That was Jeonghan.
Seokmin nods slowly, still a little perplexed. “So, why do you know him exactly? He hasn’t replied to my texts for the last three days... You didn’t... do something to him, did you?” You sit next to Seokmin on the sofa and he flinches almost immediately; scooting over a little more to put some space in between you two.
He wouldn’t admit it right now, but he thought you were really pretty.
“Um, no. He’s out of town and maybe just ignoring you but he lets me feed sometimes, y’know, when he is around. Maybe that’s why I was drawn here, y’know? Familiarity.” Damn.
Seokmin does feel a little bad now; for himself and for you. He bites his lip as the heat rushes to his face. “How---how do you usually, um, d-do it with Jeonghan?” The heat rushes down his body at the same time at his unintentional innuendo. “I mean, no! Not---not that, I meant how you feed! Fuck, sorry!”
Grinning, you’re quick to make your move as you push Seokmin down onto the sofa and straddle his waist.
“Wh--”
The words are caught in his throat as he watches you lean over to the coffee table to pluck out a lollipop from the bowl of candy. You unwrap it, licking it once before you bring it down towards his lips. He shakily parts them, welcoming the cherry flavoured candy into his mouth.
“You see, Seokmin,” You start, hands already roaming down his torso as he moans around the candy. “When people think of vampires, they think vampires just feed whenever, right? Just a quick bite here and they’re done.” He nods. “But that’s no fun~ So some of us like to play a little first, y’know? Get the blood rushing~”
You cup him through his sweats as he whines and he’s quick to thrust his hips up into your touch before he can even think properly.
Oh, fuck! Don’t do that! He tells himself.
A giggle from you is all it takes for him to blush even harder. “It’s okay, Seokmin. I want you to feel good too. Don’t you wanna feel good?”
“Y-yeah… O-okay…” His voice is muffled slightly from the candy still in his mouth, but he allows himself to lean into your touch. In truth, he was a little scared and a little nervous and he knew you could tell.
“Have you ever done anything… with restraints? Or things like orgasm denial?” You pluck the lollipop from his mouth; a thread of spit connecting it to his lips before you bring it to your own mouth. You quickly bite down on the hard candy, breaking it down into small pieces before swallowing. Seokmin grimaces a little.
“Um…” He’d never even heard of orgasm denial before, much less even had a thought about restraints. “...No. I--I’ve only… um… done it twice...”
You grin down at him, eyes flashing red. “Oh, Seokmin… you have so much to learn.”
You like shy Seokmin.
Maybe even a little too much.
“A-ah, no… no more t-teasing, I--ah!” He lets out a choked sob, hips thrusting up as you continue to tease the head of his cock. You move frustratingly slow and you don’t even bother to wrap your whole hand around him, instead just rubbing your palm across the tip as the tears pool up in his eyes.
“I--I don’t---mmh!” Seokmin bites his lip. He’s never felt quite like this before and the feeling was good, but unfamiliar.
“Don’t even think of cumming either~”
“But--” He chokes up again, except this time he can’t stop the tear that slides down the side of his face. You smile down at him, licking your lips.
“You’re so cute when you cry~ So pretty~” You pity him a little so you wrap your hand around his cock, working your hand up and down his shaft as he lets out a shaky breath. He’s unsure of where to put his hands, so he keeps them crossed over his chest, sweater paws keeping his clammy palms contained as he watches you.
“I--p--please, can I c-cum?” He whispers, voice small and slurred. “Nope~”
He lets out a small sob as he tries to blink away the tears.
When you feel him getting close, you pull your hand off of him; easing off of his lap and to the other side of the sofa. Seokmin watches in confusion, sitting up slightly as he watches you slide your panties down your legs. You toss the material at him, laughing when it falls onto his cock.
“We’re gonna play a little game~” He watches with an open mouth as you spread your legs; gulping when you immediately run your precum covered fingers through your wet folds. “We’re gonna touch ourselves just like this, across from each other, and if you can hold off your orgasm for, oh let’s say, 10 more minutes? Then I’ll reward you.”
“And---and if I c-can’t?”
“If you can’t… Hmm~ Then I’ll have to bring my ropes next time~” You wink at him, fingers pinching your clit as you moan out loud. The noise is enough for Seokmin’s cock to twitch and he wraps a shaky hand around himself as he watches you touch yourself from across the sofa. He uses your panties too, covering them in the precum that leaks from the head of his cock.
It falls into relative silence as Seokmin bites into the neck of his sweater to keep in his high pitched whines and cries. He watches as you sink two fingers into your cunt and he sobs as he thrusts up into the his fist and your panties wrapped around his cock.
This is unfair, he thinks.
“Mmh Seokmin~ I’m already imagining your cock fucking into me so deep… Ah, my fingers just aren’t enough~” Teasingly, you curl and scissor your fingers inside of your tight warmth, genuinely imagining it’s Seokmin instead. He releases the sweater material from between his teeth, drool dripping from his lips and eyes pooling with tears ready to spill.
“Please, I, hic, I--I can’t h-hold off, hic, I need t-to, hah, c--cum… I--I can’t...”
In a flash, the air is knocked out of Seokmin’s lungs as his back hits the sofa and he’s staring up at the ceiling. His sticky fingers find purchase in the material of his sweater again as you crawl back into his lap. You pry off the soaking panties covering his cock, tossing them to the coffee table as he groans.
You wrap a hand around his leaking cock, moving your hand up and down a few times before you use your thumb and index finger to circle the base as you squeeze hard. “Just a whiny baby boy crying and begging to cum. So cute~”
He squirms underneath you as he tries to get you to do something but you hold steady, fingertips wrapped around the base of his cock to keep him from cumming. “Now now, Seokmin. I’ll let you cum. But you have to be patient~ If you cum without my permission, I’ll make you wait even longer~”
Seokmin nods feverishly, uncaring of what came after. You still hadn’t fed from him too and he could’ve cared less about that.
You let go of his cock as he releases a shaky breath and he watches through foggy eyes as you raise your body until you’re hovering just above his cock. You use your hand to position him right at your entrance and Seokmin lets out a sharp whine when you drop yourself down onto his cock in one fluid motion.
“A-ah, fuh--fuck!”
Your pussy is warm, wet and tight and Seokmin is really fighting a losing battle at this point.
He cries quietly, hips canting up to meet you bouncing in his lap.
“Mmh~ Seokminnie crying making me so fuckin’ wet~ Ah~ I’m gonna cum soon too~”
His head is fuzzy and every new sensation makes his body react in a way he never knew it could. The tears blur his vision but he can already feel his cock twitching and body tensing up slightly; a telltale sign that he was already close.
“I, hic, please…” He slurs out, already too far gone. His body felt weightless; a slight floating feeling overcoming him as he continued to fuck up into you.
Your eyes flash crimson and you pry one of his arms away from his clothed chest, pushing the sleeve back as you kiss his wrist.
“Okay Seokmin~ I want you to cum, baby boy. Let me feel your cock throbbing and filling me up with your warm cum~”
Seokmin could die and be happy, thank you’s rolling off of his tongue through choked cries as he finally lets himself go.
The pleasure washes over him after a few more swivels of your hips and he barely even registers the fact you’ve already sunk your fangs into his wrist, too lost in his own bliss.
You moan against his skin, drinking up just enough to get him lightheaded before you’re lapping up the wound.
Seokmin tasted extra sweet.
Licking your lips, you release his arm as it falls limp next to his body and you immediately bring your fingers down to your clit, rubbing harsh and quick circles on the nub to get yourself to cum.
“Oh, god, Seokmin!” You cry; walls fluttering around Seokmin’s overly sensitive cock as he whines and squirms underneath you.
You ride out your high, hips coming to a stop as you catch your breath above him. Seokmin, on the other hand, feels a little delirious and warm; fingertips twitching at his sides. “Ngh…” He whimpers, unable to even speak with how exhausted he felt.
You lift your hips, cum sliding down Seokmin’s cock as he groans in oversensitivity. “Ah~ Look at how much cum you spilled in me, Seokminnie~” His bleary eyes watch as you let the cum slide out of your pussy and right over his cock and he almost, almost hates the way his cock twitches as the sight.
Sitting back on his thighs, you watch him bask in his post-orgasm glow; smacking your lips as you reach for another lollipop from the coffee table. “So~ How did you like it?” You ask, a teasing lilt in your voice when you visibly see his cock twitch.
His throat feels dry, that’s all he knows.
Seokmin’s clammy palms slide back into his sweater paws, pressed tight against his chest again as he gently leans up. You can’t help but smirk at his appearance; puffy red eyes from crying and cheeks stained with drying tears with his cock still curving up to his abdomen covered in his own cum.
“I---s--so what’re you g-gonna teach m-me next…?”
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Millie x Reader x Moxxie
wrote something self indulgent for once. been having intrusive thoughts and i want someone to fuck me stupid so i wrote millie and moxxie poly porn.
no pronouns are mentioned but reader has tits and a vag and is also an imp as well i guess
mentions of an intrusive thought including eye gore is in here near the beginning so be careful if that fucks u up but this is a half vent oneshot half porn fic.
If you leave a like, reblog as well! Helps me make more content!
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One day. You just wanted one day where you could just… be normal. All you wanted to do was just do your work. Well, really, it was Loona’s work. She and Blitzo, however, were out today for some kinda father-daughter thing that Loona REALLY didn’t want to go to.
You wished you didn’t have to come in today so you could just get drunk before 1 pm and waste the day away, but no. You have to do your work AND Loona’s paperwork. Not that you could focus on the words on the paper in front of you.
Every word looked like a jumbled mess of scribbles, giving you a headache. The same intrusive thought looped through your head, every time you even thought about working. The image of you jabbing your pen into your own eye stuck in your mind, to the point you felt nauseous.
“Just once can you shut UP,” you snarled, throwing the pen away in hopes that the thought would leave, if you no longer saw the object. You heard a squeal as someone ducked out of the way. You looked up, mortified to see Moxxie on the ground and the pen lodged into the doorframe where his head was. Millie peeked in behind him, helping him up.
“Somethin’ wrong?” You avoided her gaze as Moxxie dusted himself off. The two imps shared a look, before coming into your tiny office. Millie shut the door behind her as Moxxie came around to the back of your chair. Millie positioned herself on the corner of your desk.
“You’re so stressed your muscles are about to snap,” Moxxie said with a click of his tongue, immediately getting his hands on your shoulders. You grunted as he pressed his thumbs into your skin firmly, digging his other knuckles into your shoulders. You felt something pop in your left shoulder, and a sigh escaped you as your shoulders relaxed.
“Tell us what’s wrong, baby,” Millie purred, lifting your head up with a hand and smoothing your hair back with the other. Another sigh left you, this one more frustrated than the last.
“I just- I can’t focus today. Words look like spaghetti and my intrusive thoughts have been fucking terrible.” You grunted softly as Moxxie worked another crack out of your shoulder. You reached back, muttering a “lighten up”. He eased up on his massage, but didn’t stop. He always knew a way to make you feel better.
“Happenin’ again? Did you forget that little toy you need,” Millie asked, grabbing your bag to look for your fidget toy. You snorted slightly, amused at the determined look on her face, before putting your hand over hers.
“Trust me, that isn’t gonna help.” She shrugged, putting the bag back on the floor. She hummed softly in thought, before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
“I know a way to get a pretty little smile on that face,” she cooed, sliding off of the desk and into your lap. You let out a startled mrrp, jumping back a little. Moxxie managed to dodge your horns, his own face turning a brighter red at the look on his wife’s face. That was the look she had when she didn’t want Moxxie to walk right for the rest of the day.
“At work-?” Your hands landed on her hips as she wiggled in your lap. She giggled slightly, arms going around your neck and disrupting Moxxie’s work. He leaned on the back of the chair, glancing between you two. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t up for it- the added bonus getting your mind off of your stress appealing to him, as well.
“Blitzo and Loona aren’t coming in today,” he smirked, tail curling a little. You gave him a look, silently calling him a traitor. He was supposed to be the voice of reason, not the voice of horny affirmation.
Millie grinned, before diving for your exposed neck. You jumped as she immediately bit down, your breath hitching from the action.
“What Millie’s saying, sweetheart,” Moxxie purred in your ear, “is that we want to take care of you.” Before you could protest, he leaned down to kiss you. His hand cradled the back of your head, a tender kiss contrasting the way Millie’s tongue slid over your slowly bruising skin.
You let out a small, muffled moan against Moxxie’s mouth, legs instinctively spreading slightly. Millie’s smirk could be felt against your neck.
“That’s our good little babydoll,” Millie cooed, kissing the spot under your ear. Your pointed ears drooped down as Moxxie kissed at your opposite jaw. You melted against your chair, letting out a quiet sigh. Blitzo had been working you three to the bone, so it was nice to finally get a break.
Moxxie’s hand slid up your shirt, groping you through your bra. Millie slid off of your lap, kneeling on the floor under your desk. Without waiting, she began to yank at your pants.
“Fuck, hold on-!” She snickered as you helped her get your pants down. She immediately spread your legs, nipping at your thigh. Moxxie unhooked your bra, lifting it and your shirt just enough to expose you to the open air. A bold move from the usually-timid Moxxie.
Another bold move was Moxxie leaning down to suck on one of your nipples. You let out a groan, threading a hand into his hair. Your other hand played with Millie’s hair, earning you a delighted purr from your girlfriend.
Her tongue slid over your slit, dragging slowly along your clit. You let out an animalistic huff, hips rolling slightly in response. The imp between your legs giggled, placing open mouth kisses on your skin before returning to your clit.
She lapped at it slowly as Moxxie popped off of your breast. Instead of going for another part of your upper body, he moved to join Millie on the floor. Your left leg was moved to sit on his shoulder, allowing him easier access. He bit at your thigh, giving you a half lidded look that made your breathing grow heavy. It wasn’t often Moxxie got flirty like this- usually he was the one getting flustered while you and Millie were all over him. You were going to get them back for this, later.
As was planned all along, your mind went blank when Millie finally latched onto your clit. She flicked her tongue over it, before sucking gently to start with. One of Moxxie’s hands trailed up, prodding you with a couple fingers. Your hips arched, silently giving him permission to push his fingers in. He was absolutely happy to do so.
They were both slow with you, wanting you to enjoy it versus overstimulating and torturing you like Millie likes to do sometimes. Well… you did enjoy the overstimulation, too. But you could tell they wanted you to relax versus winding you up by going too hard too soon.
Two hands slid up your body, each belonging to a different imp, and began to fondle your breasts. Millie circled your clit with her tongue, making your hips jerk and a soft moan leave your lips. Moxxie was too busy exploring you, pressing his fingers into you in a way that made your legs start to tremble. He felt the thigh against his shoulder tense and shake, and he turned to kiss and nip at your soft skin.
You arched your hips against Millie’s face, already feeling yourself getting close. You could feel Millie grin against you, and knew she’d be teasing you about how fast you’ll cum later. You couldn’t help it, though.
Between your two partners sitting between your legs, the threat of your boss returning and finding you three here, and how pent up you’ve been from your stress… You couldn’t possibly hold back too long.
“Mmm- fuck- Millie, Moxxie-” Moxxie purred, looking up at you as he began to drill his fingers into you. You moaned a bit too loudly for your liking. You went to slap a hand over your mouth, but Millie let go of your breast to grab your wrist. Oh, this woman was merciless.
“You wanna cum for us,” Moxxie smirked as Millie began to suck on your clit roughly. Your legs twitched in an attempt to close, but were caught on the imps’ shoulders. You nodded, panting heavily at the sudden pickup in intensity. Moxxie purred in response, biting down on your thigh and making your hips jerk.
Millie’s hand shifted from your wrist, letting you grab her hand for some kind of leverage as your orgasm barreled through you. Your other hand gripped your chair, a choked moan leaving your throat.
They both slowed down, helping you ride out the orgasm. Moxxie pulled his fingers out, getting up to grab the tissues nearby. Millie really milked the moment though, continuing to suck until you were whining and squirming against her. Finally, she granted you mercy, and pulled off of you with a pop. You caught your breath, looking between the two imps.
“What about you?” “Oh, quit worryin’ about us,” Millie laughed. She wiped her face off with a couple tissues, her lipstick smearing across her face. You imagined her lipstick was sitting everywhere she kissed, making your cheeks heat up.
Moxxie took his place next to your chair, but of course you couldn’t leave him out to the side like that. You pulled him into your lap, earning a yelp. His ears drooped happily as you kissed at his cheek.
“We just wanted to make you feel better,” he explained, voice wavering slightly in his lovesick state. You rolled your eyes at the tone. Simp.
“Well, I guess it worked,” you joked. Millie gasped, leaning forward.
“You GUESS? Well, that means we didn’t do a good enough job, Mox,” Millie sighed, trying to hide the fact she wanted to give you a cheshire grin. Moxxie pouted mockingly.
“Guess we gotta try again, Millie.” You groaned slightly as Millie squeezed into the chair next to Moxxie, trying to hide your own smile. Turns out hiding it would be easy, cause Millie planted her lips on yours.
You REALLY hope Blitzo and Loona wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
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opinions on riordanverse ; my edition
a lot of people have been doing this so i decided why not right. probably gna lose some followers or smth but anyways. pls respect my opinions! if u disagree, thats fine, but please be polite. unless any of my opinions strikes u as morally wrong then pls point it out to me respectfully. thanks!
- i actually liked drew. im so sorry to everyone who hates her but full offence, why. think about it this way ok, first of all drew became hc because silena died. silena was the traitor, the one who betrayed chb, yet after she died campers celebrated her as a hero? and then drew suddenly has to replace her and live up to idk that legacy she left behind,, when all of a sudden this girl named piper swoops in and takes her place. idk abt u but i wld be salty abt that too. not only that, but as an asian, the chances of drew having faced racism/bullying as a child is pretty high (she studies at brooklyn academy). which means that when she finds out shes a demigod, and arrives at chb where most of the campers are white (this is an assumption btw), she’d obviously be scared of being bullied for her skin color right?? so the first thing she wld do before the campers get to bully her is to bully them before they can do so. (sentence structure here is wack i apologize) ofc this might not even have happened, drew could have had a perfect childhood && was a b1tch for no reason, BUT EVEN THEN HER ROLE AS A BULLY WAS PRETTY VITAL BECAUSE THAT FURTHER SHOWED THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HER AND PIPER,, HIGHLIGHTING PIPER AS A HERO//GOOD CHARACTER,, AND THEREFORE MAKING READERS LIKE PIPER MORE. anyway stop hating on drew please. ALSO WHY IS THIS SO LONGA SDFJHG
- jason isnt bland, the fandom just kinda erased his backstory (thanks to @pjohoo-memes for the phrasing lol)
- reynabeth wouldnt have lasted/would have broken up several times. idk i just see them as two extremely powerful characters who have firm opinions and will definitely clash at some point. in a platonic relationship,, i can see them as really good friends but as lovers? idk i just think theyll break up
- PIPABETH
- i dont really like jercy,, i see them as better friends than lovers. also idt jason and percy were that close..?
- the dam and not my type jokes are srsly cringey and were never funny. ik that seems hypocritical since my username literally makes use of the dam joke but honestly i dont actually like the joke. its not funny to me and has never been funny
- the seven were not best friends. they definitely argued,, and honestly probably werent as close as the fandom makes them seem. like ure dumped with 6 other people, out of which u only know a few. my introverted ass would have jumped off the argo 2 quicker than leo valdez could bomb camp jupiter up. also leo was a dick to frank. so what if frank is bigger sized?? thats not a valid reason to tease him
- the fandom needs to stop hating on octavian while worshipping luke. if u hate luke and u say u hate octavian too, then okay. but if u tell me ure a luke stan but u despise octavian?? imma disagree w u. luke was worse than octavian im sorry. first of all, octavian being a dick was kinda justified. hes been after the praetor position for so long, and everyone keeps saying to “wait for jason” when suddenly this dude, whos a son of NEPTUNE (neptune wasnt liked much by romans), and the camp decides to make him praetor?? dude i would be pissed off big time. and then afterwards, he finds out that greek demigods are real and the dude they made praetor is greek. AND THEN GREEK DEMIGODS COME TO CJ AND ONE OF THEM BOMB IT UP?? octavian has been told all his life that greeks are scum and this dude called leo valdez attacks cj. sure it was an accident, but did octavian know that? no. so it was honestly justified that he was such a salty prick im just saying. also some of yall be hating on octavian for cutting a teddy bear open and thats the funniest shit ive ever heard i swear
- luke didnt go to elysium
- travis and connor stoll r way too underrated. the two have been head counselors of the hermes cabin since luke was revealed as a traitor, can u imagine the stress? luke, the person they probably looked up to as a brother, betrayed them. and they didnt even have time to process this when they were thrown the roles of being hcs. that would have been so stressful and i would probably have broken down if i were them. the stoll brothers taking turns to wake up at ungodly hours because a new camper is crying and homesick and terrified, the stoll brothers having to comfort and take care of new campers, having to deal with the amount of people in that cramped space because not enough campers are being claimed fast enough. having to resolve issues between campers in the hermes cabin all the time. the stolls arent just comedic relief, and we need to stop treating them as such
- tratie shldve been canon idc idc
- demigods of the demeter cabin arent talked about enough and i love the fact that meg was demeters kid. like she isnt the child of one of the big three yet shes so powerful.
- we need to hype clarisse up more her character arc was phucking amazing
- rachel is overhated. sis found out greek gods exist and regularly come down to earth to fuck around and went “ok cool”. queen shit behavior methinks
- the floor 19 crew of mcga is srsly underrated. like do u even remember halfborn gunderson, mallory keen, tj, etc??? bc i feel like we only remember samirah, magnus, alex, and sometimes blitz and hearthstone
- sadie (tkc) was kinda annoying at first. i like her more now tho but i rmb not liking her for a phat while
- tkc and mcga need more love
- carter kane and jason grace arent boring. theyre just really sweet boys who are too good for this world and yes yes yes
- hazel and frank (especially frank) need to be hyped up more. i hardly ever see anything about them. also yall seem to forget that frank was literally made praetor and that even hecate admired hazel and was willing to fight beside her because of how powerful she was
- frazels age gap is kinda sketch but i still think theyre really cute
- nico definitely had trauma from going to tartarus on his own
- GROVER IS PERCYS BEST FRIEND
- annabeth isnt smarter than leo but neither is leo smarter than annabeth. ive seen a lot of discussions about who is smarter and heres my hot take on it: neither. theyre equally smart, just in different ways. leos a genius mathematically speaking. he has no issues solving math problems meant for people much, much older than him. annabeth on the otherhand, is great at strategies etc. she can make an army of 1000 more powerful than the enemy, even if theyre outnumbered. so in my opinion, both are equally as smart//u cant compare their intelligence, because their talents lie in two different areas.
- while i do agree rick riordan isnt a god and that hes bound to make mistakes,, AND that hes given us a lot of representation,, if the representation offends the people its sposed to represent, then theres a problem. im talking about piper as a poc and wearing feathers in her hair. im not a poc, so i cant speak for them on whether or not its wrong, because i dont know either. HOWEVER, i have seen multiple posts BY pocs talking about how they didnt really like rick’s representation of piper, and thats an issue. pocs have been and are still oppressed and discriminated against by many. as a white cis man, we cant really blame him for not knowing (tho he could have done a research,, asked some pocs,, idk), but by representing pocs in that manner, hes influencing impressionable kids/teens into thinking “oh pocs wear feathers in their hair all the time” etc, which isnt true. the pjo/hoo series is extremely successful, and kids who read the books will probably start forming inaccurate opinions on pocs. the amount of fan art that depicts piper with feathers in her hair dont help either. “but rick said so in the books, so its canon” yeah well rick isnt a god and he can get some things wrong at times. im not saying we should cancel him, im saying we should start educating ourselves and not spread false info like pocs wearing feathers in their hair all the time. also that snake song shit where she sang Summertime was just- yeah. bc heres the thing you can be racist, and still include minorities, but portray them in a racist way. And even then, ignorance isn't a thing to admire. Getting those facts wrong still has a major impact. It continues to perpetuate racist stereotypes.
“ With the feather thing, I looked it up myself; it takes less than five minutes to figure out that Cherokees don't braid feathers into their hair. I didn't grow up in the country where my parents are from. I have many other first/second generation American friends who have also been through that, with a bit of a disconnect from their culture. But something that most of us have in common is that when we didn't know something, and when our parents weren't that big of a help, we looked it up. We sought out resources online and through other people from our culture to be able to connect more with where we came from. Some of that took a Google search. So I find it hard to believe that Piper, a girl who Rick's trying to portray as someone who is attempting to connect with her culture and is totally against racist stereotypes, wouldn't know that eagle feathers aren't supposed to be braided into your hair casually. She may be disconnected from her culture, but she's also shown to want to connect back to it. Piper wouldn't be casually braiding feathers into her hair while also telling off people for being racist. It makes no sense.” - reddit thread (down below)
for those of yall who wanna know more please please read this, it has a lot of things i wanna add in here : https://www.reddit.com/r/camphalfblood/comments/gy3gl2/piper_mcleans_portrayal_is_innacurate/
as well as https://finding-my-culture.tumblr.com/post/189422373260/maxie-ratties-and-cattie-finding-my-culture
i will be posting screenshots of these in future posts so if ure viewing this on ig and u dont have tumblr,, dont worry
- the fact that most of the strong female characters in the series refuse to be “girly”, and ngl i dont really like that. just because ure girly doesnt mean u cant be strong.
- piper would have been a great way for him to start making the strong characters act girlier, but instead he went with the “I’m not like other girls” trope which is quite obnoxious to hear constantly, and I don’t think it’s necessarily great for younger girls to read that idea growing up. the closest we've ever had to a strong female character who was also into "girly" things was Silena. when I was younger I admired Piper's "I'm not like other girls" thing, but then I got older and realized that the whole mentality of "not like other girls" is super obnoxious, and a little bit toxic
i have a heck load more that i cant rmb rn but yeah feel free to add more
#riodanverse opinions#frank zhang#hazel levesque#leo valdez#piper mclean#jason grace#percy jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#tkc#the kane chronicles#mcga#magnus chase#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#pjo#pjato#hoo#Heroes of Olympus#the seven#octavian#luke castellan#meg mcaffrey#apollo#trials of apoll#travis stoll#connor stoll
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can u. can u do steves nips being pierced smut. pls xoxo love ur writing
Continuation of this
And I got another request for this too so gonna minorly combine two month old prompts.
anonymous asked:
Oh gosh please! Billy getting to play with Steve's piercings. 👀🤪
Smut.
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Billy was staring.
Steve was shirtless, examining his nipple piercings.
They looked good, a silver barbells through each nipple, nicely healed. Steve had gotten the barbells downsized today, the rods a little shorter.
He was sitting on Billy’s lap, playing with the curly hairs at the base of his neck, Billy’s hands warm on his hips.
“You can touch ‘em. If you want.” He slid his hands up, framing Steve’s chest.
He brushed his thumb over Steve’s left nipple.
Steve honest to God shivered.
“Fuck, they’re sensitive.” He rut into Billy’s lap, both of them hard in their jeans, their cocks pressing together. Billy grinned, tweaking both his nipples, flicking at the piercings.
Steve arched his back, pressing into Billy’s hands.
He had changed his septum piercing, had put in a little hoop. Billy thought it was kinda hot.
“Billy,” Steve whined when Billy tugged gently.
“You’re so sexy. Love all these piercings.” Steve gasped.
“Wanna blow you.” Heat pooled in Billy’s stomach. “Tongue rings make it feel real good.”
“Yeah, Baby. Suck me off.” Steve kissed him harshly, sliding off his lap and onto his knees.
He was settled between Billy’s legs, looking darkly up at him as he slowly undid his belt.
Billy’s mouth was fucking dry watching Steve, the way he liked over his bottom lip, slowly undoing the button, dragging the zipper down.
Steve pulled out his cock, licking up the entire length.
The silver ball on his tongue dragged along Billy’s cock, made his hips buck as he flicked it against the underside of his head.
He wrapped his lips around his dick, taking Billy as deep as he could go, rubbing his tongue, the metal piercing against him.
“You’re so fucking good at this.” Billy threaded his fingers into Steve’s hair, just holding on as Steve bobbed his head.
He pulled off, taking a few breaths, pumping Billy’s cock with his hand.
“Sometimes, I’d get so pissed off at my dad, I’d drive out to the city, and go to clubs out there, and blow guys twice my age in the bathroom.” He winked at Billy, going back down on him.
“Your daddy issues should not turn me on.” Steve shrugged at him, humming around his cock. Billy let his head fall back, his eyes fluttering closed.
Steve sucked his dick like a fucking champion, let spit get all over his chin, let it run down onto Billy’s jeans.
He knew just how to make his eyes all wide and innocent when he looked up at Billy, made himself look naive while his mouth was stuffed full of Billy’s cock, while he was choking himself with it.
“Stevie, I’m gonna cum.” Billy didn’t really care what happened next, if Steve was gonna spit or swallow, or even let him cum in his mouth in the first place, just as long as he got to cum.
But then Steve slammed his face down, took Billy in his fucking throat, swallowing and gagging around him.
Billy held his head down as he came, right down Steve’s throat.
He pulled off when Billy slumped back, his lips red and wet.
“Fuck, Sweet Thing.” Steve smirked.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Billy patted his lap, Steve stood up, eyes dark as he pushed his jeans off, straddling Billy’s lap.
“Y’know, I have one more piercing.” Billy raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah? What you got?” Steve leaned forward, licking the shell of his ear.
“You’re gonna have to find it.”
Billy groaned, running his fingers over his nipples again, making Steve moan.
He felt down his body, planting his hands under his ass and flipping them, laying Steve out on the couch. He kissed him roughly, licking over Steve’s tongue piercing.
He kissed down his neck, sucking a bruise on his collar bone.
He flicked each nipple ring with his tongue, pushing Steve’s thighs open.
And right there, a little silver ring on his perineum, right underneath his balls.
“Holy shit.”
“Got that one about two years ago.” Steve flicked at his own nipples. “My dad told me I’m worthless and I let some guy pop my cherry in the back seat of his Bentley. Got it pierced the next day.”
Billy looked back at Steve, got a glint in his eye.
“You really wanna stick it to him?”
“Always.”
“Let me fuck you in his bed.” Steve laughed, shoving Billy off him.
“I’ll lead the way.” Billy left his jeans in the living room.
The bed was fucking huge.
One of those Alaskan Kings, or something. Probably could fit four or five people.
Steve crawled up on it, turning over and spreading his legs, showing himself off, his hard cock, his tight hole, that fucking piercing.
Billy was hard again, ready to fucking go.
Steve shoved two fingers in his mouth, getting them sloppy wet, making a show of licking them up and down, tongue piercing on display. He took them out, dipping them down his body, sliding both inside himself.
Billy kneeled over him, just sitting between Steve’s legs, watching the show.
Steve moved quickly, just stretching himself out, getting ready for Billy’s cock.
He pulled them out, spitting on his hand, using it to slick Billy up.
“Don’t you got like, actual lube?”
“Yeah, but it’s upstairs and I’m lazy. Plus, I don’t mind it when it hurts a little.” Billy rolled his eyes.
“You going for fucked up kinky bingo?” Steve laughed, wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist.
“Already got a full bingo years ago.” He urged him closer.
Billy shook his head, lining himself up Steve’s hole, and pushing inside in one go.
It was a little dry, but Steve moaned, arching his back as he was filled.
Billy let him sit for a moment until Steve got inpatient, started whining and squirming, so Billy tugged on his nipples, and started to fuck him.
Precum began easing the way, and Steve was already a mess, Billy flicked his nipples, tugging on the rings, driving Steve wild.
His hands were gripping the silk sheets above his head, his chest pressing into Billy hands.
Billy leaned over him, getting one of the barbells in his mouth.
Steve took a shuddering breath as Billy’s tongue flicked at his nipple, giving both the exact same treatment.
He was fucking Steve shallowly, but going hard, his hips slapping into Steve’s ass.
Steve’s thighs were trembling around his waist, his back arching, his hips bucking.
He was wound tight, was fucking close.
And so Billy took one of the nipple piercings in his teeth, pulling it a tiny bit before letting it go.
Steve came all over himself, writhing as he did.
He was so fucking tight around Billy, his muscles only making him tighter.
Billy buried his face in Steve’s chest, dumping his load in Steve, sighing into his skin.
They lay together, Billy resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as Steve traced patterns on his skin.
“When you pull out,” Billy hummed, looking up at Steve. “Don’t be afraid to get cum on the sheets.”
#Steve (daddy issues) harrington#i tried to put daddy issues in quotes but that doesn't work in tags#love writing damaged steve that shit is my lifeblood#yikes writes#lemons#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove fic#harringrove ficlet#harringrove drabble
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tw for: sh & trans stuff & blood & auto-surgery
So you asked about my experience with auto-surgery. I actually wrote a vent fanfiction so I copy-pasted it & added more notes & stuff. The notes I added after are in ((here)) & the rest of it is my vent fanfic. The fanfic is p much accurate to the experience & any inaccuracies are pointed out ((in the)) notes.
I've dreamt about this before, but I never thought I would actually do it. It's completely an impulse decision. Well maybe not completely. I have the sense to find supplies first. Like a pack of razor blades. ...And scissors, toilet paper, rubbing alcohol, ice packs, a needle and thread, and a glass of water to keep me hydrated. I may be making a stupid decision, but I'll at least do it right.
I sit on the floor of my room, and take off my shirt. While holding an ice pack under my… on my chest ((don’t wanna say boobs)), I tie some fabric around my waist so there’s no bloody mess I have to clean. ((didn't work.)) Damn this ice pack is so cold, it almost hurts. Though, that's a good thing. It means my nerves will be numb.
Right.
I look around at my setup in confusion, I've lost my train of thought, ((adhd)) what am I doing what next- Ah, razor.
A thin piece of metal, flexible, yet strong. It doesn't glint in the artificial light. It's a matte metallic grey. I pick up my little prize, and having sanitized ((sadly not sterilized tho)) it in the alcohol and let it dry, letting down the ice pack. I bring it to the underside of my chest- but I can't see it. Disappointment. I put it down.
I need to get my fat ugly breast out of the way. Then it occurs to me- tape! ((I shoplifted this tape)) I use the tape to pull my chest up and back so I can see underneath it, or as much as I can, considering the size of it.
Now, I take up my razor. I remember reading about this one lady who gave herself a cesarean section with three long slices of a kitchen knife. She was a Mexican butcher. ((k so she had to go to the hospital after to get her intestines re-arranged I think. Also, this is what I would ask you to do, If I’m numb I won’t feel it so you can just boom three long swipes with a nice sharp chef’s knife & boom my boob is gone.))
Taking a deep breath, bracing myself for what's to come, I put the razor to my skin and pull. But I don't pull. I lift. I was too afraid, too cowardly to actually try. ((this is why I want someone else to do it)) Thankful to have lost some sensation from binding, I replace the ice pack and breathe again. Ok. I've got this. This is good. This is ok.
I lift the ice pack again, and this time I test my skin slightly. I… can't feel it. At least, not much. So, with the tape pulling back the offending tissue, I use my right hand to swipe across my left chest. It's barely a scratch. I try it again, this time closing my eyes before opening and doing the cut. It's much faster this time, and slightly deeper. How did she do it in three slices with her kitchen knife?
The blood is warm, and it drips down my chest. I unravel some tissue to dab at the blood. Then I make another cut, following inside the first, deepening it.
Yes.
I can't easily reach all the way across the bottom, so I'll have to settle for my scar being slightly on the inside. ((I can legit send a pic of the scar if you’re comfy with that)) I wipe the blood, then replace the ice pack. I need some more freezing. In a moment, I get back to it with the razor.
I can sometimes feel the pain, but I try to ignore it, or freeze it away. I keep slicing, wiping, and icing my chest. ((ok so only the skin felt painful & if you’re good, you can get thru the skin rly fast with the knife)) All the way until I see something unusual.
That's not skin.
That's… something.
Subdermal fat maybe? ((I had seen this already, but this was written as a vent fanfiction)) I keep going with the razor, another slash or two. Then I take hold of my scissors. ((oh the scissors were shit)) I can pinch my loose-from-binding skin to make a slight fold where I can use the scissors. So I do.
I use the scissors to open up the hole wider, ((idk if I actually did a lot of this or only a little bc scissors were painful af)) and I can see the fat in it. It's lumpy and greasy.
I'm disgusting.
It's a yellowish ((in culinary, the paler the fat the healthier the deer/animal. I think it might have just been discoloured from the blood. Btw there was no blood in the fat bc fat doesn’t have caapillaries)) white, made up of little bubbles, or maybe they just look that way because of the mutilation I'm committing. It's covered in red blood, so it looks more of an orange pink.
My gash is about 10cm long, maybe less. Probably less. ((I can measure if u want)) I use the scissors on the fat under the skin, and surprisingly, I can't feel it. I wipe up the blood, ready to strike again, but when I pick up the scissors I've bled again. I wipe again, pick up the scissors again, and prepare to slice again, again; but like last time there is too much blood. ((ugh I remember this, it was so annoying & my rag was already blood soaked))
I try to wipe it up enough to continue with my surgery, but I keep bleeding. and my ice packs are getting warm. ((I had to ask my brother to get me another ice pack but he brought me one that was only partially frozen))
So…
Shower.
I can do this in the shower.
I'm covered in blood, but the water would wash it away, keep it clean, moist, prevent it from clotting, and the cold water could provide numbing. Yes. I'm a genius. Shifting my pins-and-needles legs, I gather all the supplies I can carry, and peek my head around the corner. Nobody is coming.
Perfect.
I dash through the hallway, and my supplies are dumped on the washroom counter.
What do I do now? I… turn on the tap.
The cold water is uncomfortable, but I lean my body down, supporting my weight on either end of the tub, so that the water only runs along my chest. I tense as it cools the flesh. Then I step out of the shower, thankful that only my chest is wet, and try to keep on, but it’s so bloody. ((I remember thinking it literally looked like a murder scene. I was a Sherlock fan t the time))
It would make perfect sense to just bring my tools into the shower with me. I bring in two of my sharpest razors and my scissors, as well as one ice pack. ((I didn’t want the water to warm up the ice)) I run the cold shower over my laceration again, numbing it more, and once I’m done with that, I take my scissors and I put them inside.
Repeat repeat repeat. ((ok I think here is where I try to separate my skin from my breast tissue? I got such bad bruises bc I didn’t manage to take it all out))
Soon, I’m done separating the skin and extending the opening up a little higher. I keep rinsing the blood, the water runs down my entire body at this point, but I’m used to the cold.
I use my scissors to cut in deeper, I can’t feel it in the mammary fat at all. The scissors are opened and closed in rhythm, without being taken out of me between snips, and I reveal something that looks less like skin, and less like the bubbly pale fat. It might be a mammary gland- I’m not sure. It’s a different texture though, and-
Ouch! I can feel that! Damned fuck! I mean heck! ((I think I legit tried to not swear. I hurt a lot to cut that part. If it’s just done in one swipe tho it wouldn’t be as bad))
I water my wound again. I can’t have my body in pain. Just a few more seconds of cold water, and I can get back to it. Or maybe I should use my ice pack too… The ice pack helps freeze whatever that thing is, so I can cut through it with my scissors.
I’ve made a thick cut now, but I’ve seen surgeries before, I’ve watched so many videos of top surgeries, even some full surgery videos. I know what to do.
So I take my razor from the soap-bench in the wall and run it between the skin and my tissue until I get enough space for my scissors. ((oh! no- here’s the part where I separate the skin & get bruising)) My scissors go right between them, opening and closing as I move them around under my skin. I can see my skin stretch around them, like seeing someone’s legs under a blanket.
Now that I have it separated, I could maybe cut out an entire chunk. I rinse my scissors under the shower, and put them down on the floor of the tub, then I look down.
I’m covered in blood.
I open the shower door and look in the mirror across from me. It looks like a murder scene. There, my skin held apart by tape, a gaping slash under my- my breast, blood drips coming down from it, blood spread all over my torso from the water, blood in the hole in my body, ((yes a hole in my body, kinda wish I took a pic)) blood bright red from being mixed with the water, blood clotting on my belly. I made jokes about some things looking like murder scenes before, like when working with food colouring.
Oh how I was wrong.
This is what a murder scene looks like. I’m so bloody. Part of me wants to take a picture, ((lol I was just thinking this!)) but oh hell (I mean heck) that would be messed up. As though I’m not already messed up!
Well I can’t stare, I have work to do. Work. I close the shower door, and bend down to pick up my ice pack, but I need to be careful, I don’t want to disturb my broken chest.
Numbing my chest again, I continue with this routine, pulling out chunks of my own body and flushing them down my shower drain like the serial killer I read about a little while ago. ((I don’t remember much about the chunks. It might have been less chunks than I’m making it sound. I have memory problems so : / ))
At some point I look in the mirror again, and I’m almost disgusted at what I’ve done.
My family probably needs to use the washroom, I’ve probably been showering for an hour now, they might get suspicious.
The smell is metallic & meaty, almost fishy even.
Thankfully, when I look down at my chest, it seems like I might be slightly smaller than before. ((not rly. It partially looked that way bc of the tape)) It definitely looks smaller than the one on my right. I haven’t been using my ice pack much lately. The blue liquid in the plastic pack has lost most of its cold.
I rinse off my less sharp scissors and razor, and spray all of the leftover bubbles of fat and drops of blood down the drain, trying to get the bloody footprints and handprints ((I forgot I made hand/foot prints!! If I had forgotten them mum could have walked in to pee & seen bloody handprints lol)) from the edges of the tub where I supported myself before getting used to the completely cold shower. I rinse off my torso, too now. Blood is strewn all over it, and some has dripped down to my legs, which has now dried. As soon as I rinse it off, I bleed some more. Ah. Well.
Onto the burgundy red floor towel I step, and I try my best to dry off my bloody chest and abdomen, but of the two rags I have, one of them is wet from taking it into the shower, and the other is already soaked with blood. Neither can help. I do my best nonetheless, and decide I should move on to stitches.
I know how to sew, and I’ve gotten stitches before, I should be able to do them. ((irl I had only gotten stitches once & I already gave myself stitches once))
But I can’t find my needle, ((yeah I just couldn’t find my needle when I moved from my room to the washroom)) and the water hasn’t numbed my skin enough. Inside my body, in the fat, I can’t feel it, but, seemingly, I would still be able to feel it if I were to perform my own stitches.
Alrighty then, I can just tape myself together until I dry. But the tape won’t stick. ((ugh this was so annoying! I literally used all of my skin tape)) Neither will the bandaids. I have no sewing needle. I don’t know what to do, crap! I don’t know how to fix this! The tape won’t stick! Screw this fucking hell! I mean hecking heck!
Eventually, I go to my room. I put on my faux binder. It’s an old bra with a piece of fabric of my measurements sewed on the inside to compress my chest, the bra is just for the straps. Over that loose and torn excuse for a binder, I put on bra after bra, binding my semi-detached chest down so that I might be able to sleep without causing more damage.
I have a.. A thing tomorrow. ((practice for my baking competition)) I can go to the hospital a few blocks away from my school ((20 minute walk)) and get stitches there. Maybe they’ll even say I need to get top surgery an’ the gover’ment will pay for it. Yeah that’d be nice. I can jus’ wai’ ‘ntil tomorrow... and tomorrow I can take more ibe- ibu- ibupropen- ibuprofen... ((I wrote like this for the dramatic effect in the vent fic)) I can't take any more t’day. I’ll just go to sleep now n’ then I’ll wake up for school and when mom... asks me whaveter she asks I'll just tell her I have carpentry, and I'll tell the instructor that I’m not working today. ((irl I went to culinary, then told my teacher “actually I’m going to pick up my supplies to practice with & skidaddle”)) He’ll unsterdand, it’s not like I have school, it's the teacher’s comvemtion, I’m not obligated to stay, I can lust jeave. Mum will be none the wiser. Yah. Sleepy time. Hospital tomorrow.
((so yeah. I go to sleep & ppl always say they can’t sleep on their sides so I tried that but I couldn’t handle it so I slept on my side while hugging a pillow to make sure nothing fell. I’m shaking too. Tbh I was just thinking “I’ve been in the bathroom for an hour or more, why has nobody knocked asking to brush their teeth?” I wake up the next day & put on a button-up shirt bc ppl say they can’t lift their arms, I practice walking on google maps to the hospital, then mom drives me to school. I had my learner’s license but I didn’t want to drive bc of my injury. I go in, I tell Chef I’m leaving, he’s cool abt it. So now I’m loaded up with a huge backpack, it’s february in canada & I forgot a jacket (bc I was driving in a warm car to a warm school & busy planning other things), I also brought my fiddle bc I waited for 4 hours last time & was bored, & I have a huge toolbox & a tub of fondant. I walk 20 minutes to the hospital, get in, & I need to change from my mask to the hospital mask. I go through talking to ppl & stuff. Eventually I’m called up for triage & I tell the guy what’s up (& take my meds bc I forgot that morning & she thought I was doing drugs) & sheasks me for my healthcard number & stuff. I think she was able to put my preferred name in the notes. I’m unbuttoning my shirt & she says “actually come in here” so I go into the nurses’ station & she peels up my bras a bit (apparently I’ve bled) & she’s like “wtf bro” & I’m like “what?” & she’s really concerned that I wanted like 12 hours to come. It was like 9-10pm that I was doing it & it was probably 10am at the time I saw her idk. So she gets me into a private room immediately I think (idk I might be mixing this up with the hospital trip where I had to wait for ages. Idk whether I had to wait here too.) Oh I forgot, I also plucked my violin while waiting for triage or to get called to a private room, but I wasn’t allowed. So eventually (really soon by hospital standards) I get taken to a private room. They get me to change into a gown (all of my bras off too) & now my breast isn’t secured. So while I’m waiting I play my fiddle & look up chords on my phone. Everyone likes it. The nurses & doctors & porters are like “where’s that music coming from?” & “It’s like we’re at the beach” bc chords on violin sound like chords on ukelele despite the fact that I was singing mostly mother mother. Ppl come in a lot tbh. I think the doctor comes in but he says “my shift is over soon & you will take a long time, bYe!” also I’ve been asked so many times if this was a suicide attempt & I’m like “nah bro if I wanted to be dead I would be, I’m not actually suicidal anymore.” Eventually a porter comes to move me from my nice private room to some curtained one. I’m plucking my violin quieter but some fuckin security guard says it’s loud & might be disturbingother patients so I play a really quiet eidelwisse & then I think I might stop. The guard called me miss too & it sucked. Eventually the doctor on shift comes & asks me about things & why & he’s also got his hands on my boob. (when I saw the first doctor he asked if I needed a female doctor & I was like “nah dude ur a doctor & I’m a trans.) So he’s going to sew me up & at some point he asks “tdo you want me to take the rest off?” I’m super confused until I realize he’s making a joke: “do you want me to finish the job & take the rest of your boob off?” so I laugh & say “I wish” & he says “I’d do a horrible job” & I’m like “BRo I AlreAdy did a hOrrible job!” so that was funny. He also asked me about trans stuff bc he didn’t understand a lot (he was respectful even tho he didn’t understand) & he even suggested I claim back pain to get a reduction. I have back pain (mostly from binding). Anyways he drops the needle with novacaine or whatever the hell& needsto get a new one & nobody can touch it bc it’s sharp. A few times it hurts but it’s fine I just close my eyes. He asks “do you need more anesthetic?” & I’m like “bro I did this with only a fucking ice pack” but w/o the swears. I ask him if I can bind after & he’slike “idk” so that was fun. I have a dip in my scar now. Then a nurse comes in & puts a fuck ton of bandages & gause on me but it’s stupid bc I was lying doen & as soon as I stood up (& worse when I put on a bra) it changed everything. So they give me a bag for all my bras & I walk back to school. Now it’s like 15.00 or 3 o’clock so I get back to school… & my phone is at 1%. I text my mom “hey I’m done at school” on google hangouts but my phone dies before I know whether or not the message sent. Chef is already gone, so I can’t get into the school. I can’t call mom. I walk around for a bit, assuming she’ll pick me up when she thinks it’s time. Nope. I’m outside in the cold. I start knocking on doors asking for a phone but it’s fricking covid season! I walk to a nearby coffeeshop & borrow the phone of a nice couple. Mom got sus of that. I warm up in the nice coffeeshop, mom takes me home, but she knows I skipped practice. I think she even called my chef. So yeah that was stupid. I told her “haha I went to get drugs” but she didn’t believe me & also what kind of a lie is that? She knew I cut myself, I guess I just didn’t want to worry her or have her demand to see or cry & ask me why I felt the need to change my body. I’m pissed off that she caught me (she caught me last time I gto stitches too). I can’t jump anymore *& I’m wearing my size-up binder. The doctor told me to scrub my stitches in nthe shower, the nurse told me to wrap in in plastic wrap. I’m wearing button shirts for ages after this, I’m avoiding lifting my arms, everything sucks. Whenever I think of it, I could smell it. I smelled the blood. Every time I smelled a glass that was washed in a dishwasher, I smelled my injury. Every time I remembered it, I could smell it. I don’t get that anymore but I was literally in mild shock & I think I may have traumatized myself. There’s more to say but I forget it all & idc so good night))
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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader
genre: smut
warnings: degradion, jealousy
a/n: enjoy u filthy animals
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it had been a few months since you and hyunjin first had sex, and since then, your relationship had progressed. about a month after the initial encounter, he asked you on a real date. not long after, you became his girlfriend.
it was a completely normal relationship. mostly. you were only a few years apart. the only issue was that he was your professor, making his relationship with you kind of... illegal. because of this, you had to keep your relationship completely secret. not even your best friend knew. this didn’t bother him, though, you’d be graduating in a few years and then he could show you off to everyone. what did bother him, however, is that because he was unable to publicly state you as his, everyone thought you were available, including all of the college fuck boys, who would flirt with you right in front of him, unknowing that he was your boyfriend.
he couldn’t even leave marks on you to show that you weren’t available, because how would you explain that? your friends would kill you if you had hickies and didn’t tell them who they were from.
so, he got to sit and watch a bunch of horny college boys flirt with you on the daily, and needless to say, it pissed him off beyond belief. but hey, at least he was hot when he was jealous.
you were in his class as usual, sitting in a random spot, since he didn’t assign seats. today, you were sat in between two boys, them choosing to sit beside you after you had already taken your seat. you didn’t think anything of it, the boys sat in open spots, no big deal, right?
wrong. hyunjin thought it was a big deal.
halfway through class, you felt a someone nudge your left shoulder.
“hey, y/n right? i’m sorry to bother you, but i really don’t understand this problem. could you help me?”
you smiled at him, taking the pencil from his hand and leaning over so you could see his work. it was almost correct, just a silly little mistake. you turned your face towards him to point out his error and found your faces closer than you though, blushing and jumping away from him a little.
he laughed at your reaction, and you couldn’t deny that his laugh was contagious, so you chuckled along with him. eyes going back to his paper, you showed his where he had messed up and walked him through getting to the correct answer. when he got the final answer, you softly clapped for him, and he reached his hand out for a high five, which you took.
“thank you, y/n.”
“it’s no problem...”
“minho! my names minho.”
and you went back to paying attention in class. you didn’t think anything of the encounter, but hyunjin noticed every small detail about it.
class continued as normal, and after a while, the bell rang. everyone packed their bags and headed out, and you packed purposely slowly as you always did, you liked to stay after class and talk to your boyfriend a while before you had your next lecture.
minho, however, stayed with you while you packed. as you were putting things into your bag, he spoke, scratching the back of his neck.
“i’m gonna be honest, i knew what i did wrong on that problem, i just couldn’t think of any other way to start a conversation with you.”
your face flushed red again, and a small laugh escaped your lips. by this time, it was only the two of you and hyunjin left in the room, and of course, minho flirted with you freely, thinking nothing of your professors presence.
“i’m not that scary, am i?” you joked
“i don’t know, pretty girls can be kinda terrifying.”
you laughed.
“hey, actually, if you’re not doing anything later, would you want to-“
“y/n, i need to speak to you about your last quiz score.” hyunjins voice interrupted minhos date proposal.
“oh, i’m sorry, i should probably...” you gestured to your professor, signaling to minho that you needed to get going.
“uh, yeah. see you tomorrow in class, then?” you smiled and nodded at him, “great, bye, y/n!” and with that, minho was out the door.
you happily made your way to the front of the lecture hall and to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a kiss to his lips.
“wanted to spend time with me so much you kicked minho out, huh?” you joked with your boyfriend, but he didn’t seem to find it funny.
“what i wanted was for you to stop flirting with him.”
you frowned, “i wasn’t flirting with him, jinnie, he was the one flirting with me.”
“oh, so you giggling at all of his jokes and sitting so close to him that there was barely any space wasn’t you flirting?”
“hyunjin, he asked for help on a problem, how was i supposed to know it was his way of-“
his grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you closer to him, “god, i wish i could mark you up so bad that everyone knew i owned you.”
you were shocked at his sudden change of tone, but you couldn’t say it didn’t turn you on. you were about to reply when he turned around and grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
“hyunjin, where are you going?”
without looking over his shoulder, he replied, “we’re going to my place. come on.”
the authority in his tone made your core heat up, and you didn’t even care that you were about to miss your next lecture. all you cared about was how hot and possessive hyunjin was being right then.
the entire car ride to his apartment was spent in silence with hyunjins hand resting firmly on your thigh. he didn’t speak again until you were both in his place and he had you pressed against the door the two of you had just walked through.
“god, y/n, you have no clue how badly i want to show you off.”
his hands found their way to your thighs, and you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his waist.
your lips were connected the entire time he walked you to his bed, only breaking apart when he roughly tossed you onto the mattress. he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and immediately his lips found yours again. he was kissing you so hard, you knew your lips would be bruised. he bit at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you knew better than to anger him any further by fighting for dominance.
his hands made their way across your torso and to the bottom of your shirt, separating himself from you long enough to pull it over your shoulders. his eyes scanned your body.
“i get surprised by how beautiful you are every single time i see you like this, baby.”
his hand found its was behind your back and unclipped your bra, tossing it onto the floor among the other discarded articles of clothing. before you could even whine from the cold air on your nipples, hyunjin had his mouth around one and his fingers playing with the other. you let out a small moan, hands tangled in his hair.
you whined when he pulled away, but we’re quickly cut off by his lips against yours once again. he sat up and you heard the sound of him undoing his belt, deciding not to test his patience and pulling the rest of your clothes off without him having to tell you to.
his arms looked around your thighs and he pulled you to the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from you.
immediately, he had two fingers running through your folds.
“you’re so wet already, slut. does pissing me off turn you on that much?”
“i wasn’t trying to-“
he cut you off with a slap to your thigh, slipping two fingers into your heat soon after.
his mouth found its way to your clit, sucking and swirling it around his tongue. he curled his fingers into your g-spot, and you let out a long moan.
“hyunjin, i’m gonna-“
he took his mouth from your clit and stilled the movements of his fingers, ruining your orgasm. you felt tears well up in your eyes and you let out a whine.
he didn’t pay any attention to your behavior, just moving his mouth to your thighs, placing wet, open mouth kisses on them. you stopped complaining, happy you were getting some sort of pleasure again.
he began to bite and nibble at your inner thighs, and you made the mistake of threading your fingers in his hair and pulling his head from your legs.
“jin, no marks.”
before you had a chance to think, he had a hand around your throat. his words came out, practically in a growl.
“we agreed on no marks anywhere that someone could see. you don’t plan on letting anyone see here,” he cupped your heat, “right?”
you shook your head.
“good girl.”
he released his grip on your neck, going back to his place between your thighs and continuing what he was doing. your legs tightened around his head as he sucked and kissed your thighs.
after littering your inner thighs with purple and red marks, he stood from his knees and flipped you over so you were on your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air.
he ran his hands along your back and ass, letting out a hum at the sounds you made when he did so. in no time, you felt his tip prodding at your entrance.
“you ready, baby?”
you smiled at his words, that’s something you loved about him. even when he was anger and being rough, he always made sure you wanted what he gave you.
“yes.”
your words were muffled slightly from your face being buried in the blankets on his bed. he buried his hand in your hair, roughly tugging your head up.
“what, you slut? i couldn’t hear you.”
“yes- fuck, hyunjin. please.”
he released his hold on your hair, shoving into you without warning. you nearly screamed at the feeling. he didn’t give you time to adjust, thrusting into you at a relentless pace. it didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot, slamming into it over and over again.
he knew you were close when he felt your walls clenching around him, and he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles. you came with a scream of his name, your hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were almost white. you could tell he was close, too.
“baby, i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum. where can i cum?”
without really thinking about it, you responded.
“in me- fuck” you felt another orgasm building up, “want you to fill me up, m yours.”
he groaned at your words, picking up his pace and bringing his fingers down to your sensitive bundle once again. he came with a harsh thrust, and the feeling of him filling you up pushed you over the edge and into your second orgasm. he rode out your highs before slowly pulling out of you and collapsing on top of you, his elbows holding him up so his full weight wasn’t on you.
he peeled himself off of you and went to grab a warm rag to clean you off. he smiled as he saw the bruises covering your thighs.
after cleaning the two of you up and slipping one of his t-shirts over your head and pulling a pair of boxers onto himself, he laid down beside you in his bed, pulling you close to his chest.
“i’m sorry for getting jealous, baby. i just get so upset knowing i can’t tell everyone you’re mine.”
you smiled at him, placing a kiss to his lips. “i know, jinnie. i’m sorry i didn’t realize minho was flirting with me.”
he groaned, pulling a pillow out from under himself and hitting you with it. “ew, y/n, don’t say his name right after we just fucked.”
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Ya know who it is, it be 🧊, back again with anotha request~ But this time it's gonna be spicyyyyyyy ;3c || Hcs/Drabble for mutual masturbation with Daichi 😳😳😳
✨ a/n: 🧊 ANON 😭!!!!! IVE MISSED U SM DOLL 🥺 how r u!! I hope ur okay!! Thank u for returning to me with this rq I’ve been thinking abt it for DAYS 🥴 I kinda wrote this a bit weird?? idk dawg 😳
Fuck 12. Daichi ain’t no cop he’s a firefighter👨🚒
✨ warnings :: NSFW, mutual masturbation. Choking????
NSFW under the cut!
It was late in the evening when Daichi finally came home. The young man was fairly exhausted from a days work, but nevertheless was smiling at the thought of coming home to you. The two of you have been together for 6 years, and he was more than excited to spend the rest of his life with you.
“Hey Egg-“ An outstretched hand came to greet your cat who bumped her head affectionately against his hand. The two of you had adopted her a week after you had purchased your home. She was your little baby and the two of you spoiled her unnecessarily.
“You seen mommy?” He immediately took note of how quiet the house was, and normally he didn’t mind, but this time he did. He missed you and was hoping to walk into you singing while making some sort of snack in the kitchen.
Egg simply purred as Daichi scratched behind her ears, shaking her head with a ring of her collar before she’d stalk away into another room. He could already hear her scratching her scratching post.
Frowning, Daichi stood up with a grunt and took off his shoes and heavy jacket before stepping foot into the main room. He put his hands on his hips as he searched around, thick brows drawn together as he looked all over the place but you were nowhere to be found.
It wasn’t until he noticed yalls door to your room closed that he realized that you were probably in bed asleep or something.
Or so he thought.
“Y/n-“ Came the gentle coo of Daichi’s voice. It was laced with honey, a warmth to it as he turned the knob and pushed the door open. “Sorry to wake you, but I thought I’d let you know that I’m home-“
There you were with your legs spread open, toes curling with your back arching off the bed at you tried to reach that certain spot. Your fingers worked diligently to try to reach it, but you were short of an inch and you couldn’t help but whine and moan in agony.
He watched with wide eyes, and with a tent growing in his pants, as you cried out for him with your eyes screwed shut, clearly trying to envision it was him making you feel good. but your fingers weren’t as thick as his, and they certainly weren’t calloused or long.
You had been waiting for him to come back from work all day. You were extremely needy and felt hot and bothered ever since that very morning when he left you hanging on a thin thread after a very exciting kiss.
So obviously in order to get rid of that ache between your legs, you were going to finger yourself until you were satisfied
You didn’t even know Daichi had come home until you felt a hot hand make contact with the inside of your thigh. Your eyes snapping open and you looked up at him in terror, thinking it was some stranger, before you realized it was the cause of your horniness and you huffed.
“Y-You bastard... Do something!” You practically shrieked as he continued to stroke the inside of your thigh, shushing you with a kiss.
You began to roll up his dark grey shirt and pulled it off him, basking in his glory. You ran your hands down his chest as the smell of smoke and musk filled your senses. It was such a heavy scent that it left you light headed
“Hold on princess-“ Daichi gently pried your eager hands away from his pants, laughing at you when you practically thrashed back dramatically. He took off his pants and soon his boxers followed. You drooled at the sight of him, eager and ready to take him in your mouth, but once again you were stopped
His large hand made contact with your stomach, pushing you down with his expression darkening.
“I need you to lay back for me, princess. Be real good and do that for me, okay?” His tone had changed significantly, dropping an octave as his eyes practically fucked you.
All you could do was nod and lean back against the small hill of pillows. Your fingers danced over your skin as you waited for your next set of orders, but what you didn’t expect was for Daichi to spit in his hand and grab the base of his dick and begin to move in an upwards and downwards motion.
Your breath hitched as you watched, completely mesmerized by him. Your loving boyfriend. Your teddy bear, dad lookin headass boyfriend... Was straight up masturbating in front of you.
You were going to have a stroke
You barely heard his next set of commands until a hand grabbed onto your throat, squeezing it lightly as he brought your face closer to his.
“Baby girl, are you listening? Or are you too busy watching me imagining your tight cunt replacing my hand?” His nose pressed against your temple with his lips on your cheek bone, pressing tantalizing kisses that left you feeling even more wet.
“I-I’m listening.” You lied, “I just. I just didn’t catch on to what you were saying, Daichi.” You sounded so meek, so submissive, and Daichi just wanted to shove himself into you and fuck you into tomorrow.
“I said to touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself the way I do.” His lips were searing as they pressed against your neck, and you could hear the sloppy noises that came from him fist fuckin his own cock.
You couldn’t speak, all you could do was nervously rub a finger over your slit and you shuddered, mouth forming an ‘o’ at how easily you managed to slide a finger in. You felt Daichi’s stare burn into you as he watched you put one finger in, then two, then three, and with the fourth you struggled immensely.
“Come on, princess.” He urged you, his own pace growing as the seconds went by. He grunted and growled lowly, hips bucking forward to meet his hand, but most importantly, to follow your rhythm.
“C-Can’t.. It’s. It’s too much Dai!” You cried out as you finally pushed in the 4th finger, and you found yourself orgasming from the simple feeling. You pulled out of yourself and trembled, thighs vibrating from pure ectasty.
You thought it was all over until you let out a startled mewl, hands gripping the bedsheets as a familiar sting met your vagina. Daichi had situated himself between your legs, picking up what you couldn’t finish, and now you we’re paying the price. Your fluffy walls squeezed against his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling.
“D-Dai... Please- No more, baby. Please!” You squealed as he practically thrusted his fingers into you at an inhuman speed, breasts bouncing at each thrust. You let out wanton moans that you were sure your neighbors would be able to hear, but you didn’t care for once.
Daichi focused entirely on you and your weeping cunt, watching as your fingers took him and didn’t want him to leave.
“God y/n... Shit.” He leaned forward to press a few kisses to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, but he paused with a curse when your dainty hand grabbed ahold of his cock.
Pumping it, you tried to match your speed with his, but you would stop every so often to cry out in pleasure at his ministrations. You thumbed his slit and were barely able to cup his balls, and you could feel he was nearing the end with how desperately he was shoving his dick into your hand
“Daichi-“
“I know, baby. I know-“
It was a loud chorus of moans and names being chanted like a mantra. You were the first to cum, crying out as you did and you held onto Daichi as you orgasmed hard. Daichi was soon to follow and released onto your abdomen, hand, and bed.
Pants were shared with one another before the bed creaked, signaling you were done for and you pulled Daichi down with you. The two of you simply embraced one another, whispering sweet nothings as you shared a few tender kisses.
Meanwhile Egg was outside the room wondering when the hell her owners were going to feed her.
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✨ reblogs/likes are appreciated!
#daichi sawamura x reader#daichi x reader#daichi imagine#daichi sawamura#daichi#daichi smut#haikyuu smut#haikyu smut#hq daichi#haikyuu daichi#🧊 anon
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First Line Meme
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk
also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both
1.
The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.
- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj
2.
“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.
Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.
- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips
3.
The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.
- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)
4.
There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.
It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.
“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.
- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)
5.
Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.
- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head
6.
The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.
The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.
- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist
7.
The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”
“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”
- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future
8.
Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.
He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.
- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier
9.
In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”
Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.
“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”
- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest
10.
Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.
That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-
The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.
- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby
11.
Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.
He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.
- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019
12.
ok nsfw i guess
Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.
- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long
13.
The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.
Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.
- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig
14.
once again, nsfw
Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.
For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.
- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj
15.
It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.
“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”
- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice
16.
David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night.
It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.
- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy
17.
He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.
“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”
- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going
18.
It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.
“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.
- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip
19.
“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.
Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”
- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh
20. (the last one FINALLY)
It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.
The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.
- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello
anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb
#whew this is super long i apologise#u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy#fic tag#fic meme
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