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smnsmd yea I’ve <33 been wanting to do one of these for a while and who better than my favorite omnicidal robot man <3333
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NSFW BELOW!! minors go away
THIS IS GONNA BE P LONG BC,, I am unable to shut up about this man + I added to some sections after Part 2 came out so,,, yeah. Brainworms. Expect plenty of sillygoofery, tangents, X Reader, etc. you know the the drill by now MASNDMASNDMASD mwah mwah on y va
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
OOOO <33 BOYE
He. forgets you need to breathe so expect so many dazed little kisses.
Especially right after he cums, while his systems are still fuzzy. Your warmth is absolutely intoxicating. He’s like a lizard on a hotstone.
His tongue feels like a lead ball in his mouth, so they aren’t really coordinated kisses.
More,, vague lip movements with a bit of tongue <3
He does not have the system functionality to be a little shit + any shyness he has left evaporated around the third time you made him cum <3
TLDR expect him to be a lot more tender and scrambled than usual!!
It’s probably the messiest you’ll ever see him??
Like he,, thinks he’s more competent than he actually is.
All his movements are super jittery, more than a little unbalanced. He’ll go to brush a hair out of your face and instead just. clumsily jam his fingertips your cheek. Absolute tragedy.
What’s better is he barely realizes it, so SAVOR THAT SHIT!!!
Usually he makes an effort to seem ~Put Together And Ohoho Superior Lifeform~ etc, etc.
These moments are rare!!
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
It isn’t that he dislikes his current form. he’s just,, mostly neutral to it??
He doesn’t really have the options to change it, and even if he could there’s nothing he really hates enough to swap out?
Once he’s a bit more independent, sure, he’ll gladly do some experimentation, but for the moment that’s hardly his priority. He’d settle for just. having legs. maybe an arm. please.
THE STREAK IN HIS HAIR DOES FUCK THOUGH AND HE’S FULLY AWARE OF IT. HE TOTALLY KNOWS HOW GOOD THAT LOOKS THAT’S NEVER CHANGING LMAO.
OK THIS IS CLICHE BUT HE REALLY CAN’T CHOOSE WHAT HE LOVES THE MOST ABOUT YOU.
He finds every aspect of you so,, clever and endearing and absolutely wondrous. he could write a 5000 page thesis about you and still have more to say.
If he was to choose smth of yours it’d be so,, oddly specific.
The way your throat flexes when you swallow. The little blink of surprise when you see him. The way your skin folds when you bite your lip. Scars, birthmarks, burns, stretch-marks, discoloration. Nothing gets him hotter than the little details that make you up. he’s such a sap at heart.
IN TERMS OF,, ‘CLASSIC’ BODY PARTS?
It’s thighs. thighs thighs thighs he is a thighs man and he’s so obvious about it
He lavishes every part of you, obviously, but his eyes light up a special kind of way when he,, slowly peels off your trousers to reveal that particular section of flesh,
Kisses, hickeys, biting, laying on them so he can stare up at you like a lost puppy to appreciate their softness, having you sit on his face and to feel the weight. Anything and everything.
The flesh is so,, pliable and gooey. There’s nothing like it <3
[OH, BONUS ONE??? SINCE PART 2 ??? hands. Not quite as intensely as thighs, but if he stares at your hands too long, his mental energy is just gonna melt into fantasies of finger-sucking.]
YES this means he’d 10000% be into thigh-fucking, and he goes as feral as you’d expect <3
GOD <333 there’s like. Tangible friction-heat bc of the speed + intensity - he’s not inside you, there’s no risk of damaging internal organs! I wouldn’t be surprised if you had some friction burns after though. sorry.
Since he doesn’t have to worry quite as much about accidentally hurting you, It gives him a bit more room to be,,, unkempt. [If you want him super sloppy :o that’s gonna be a good option!!]
[BONUS,, if he ups his sensitivity?? and he has his head against/between your thighs?? The pulse of blood through your arteries makes him so indescribably horny. Its like a direct connection to your heart <3]
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
OH he wasn’t,, programmed with cum, because that’s absolutely useless to him.
It honestly wasn’t even smth that occurred to him because,, what’s the point if he can’t reproduce?
If you ask him for it, he’ll absolutely add it and,,,, uh,, <333 new favorite thing
NEW FAVORITE THING
he develops a breeding kink at lightning speed when he sees his artificial cum drooling out of you <3
he tries to logic his way out of it several times (it doesn’t make sense, he can’t even impregnate you, etc) but. kinks do not care about logic robot man. Start breeding. MSNDMSND
He cums buckets, bc he’s a greedy little bastard who clings to positive sensory inputs. The added slickness and heat and just,, sensation adds so much. 7/10 times your lower half is gonna be absolutely covered in the stuff.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
A shameful amount of power is devoted to replaying memories of your escapades. A frankly mortifying amount. His processing speed has tanked since he’s met you, just bc of how much of his RAM (RAM? is that the right term? smb teach me computers sos sdmnsd) is dedicated to fantasies. He always has something playing in the back of his head.
He’s literally taking this knowledge to his tomb and if u ever find out he’ll roll himself into a fountain
Also there’s this Tiny Little Microscopic Infinitesimal Thread of self-loathing that somewhere along the line bundled up into a secret fantasy about wanting to be. dominated and degraded and absolutely ruined by a human. If he thinks too hard about it he’ll give himself a crisis. so. secret kink.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
BABEY HE WAS A VIRGIN BEFORE HAVE FUN <3
alright he has a lot of theoretical knowledge, bc of the whole ‘Plugged Into The Internet Oh God Oh No The Horror’ thing, but he figures out very quickly that,,, theoretical ≠ practical.
(you KNOW the first time you two have sex. it’s gonna realign his fucking humours MSNDMS he did NOT anticipate how good that shit would feel)
HES A FAST LEARNER THOUGH. REAGAN DID A BANG-UP JOB W/ HIS PROBLEM-SOLVING CAPABILITIES SMDNSD
Like,, he’s gonna struggle for a solid few minutes while figuring out the specifics, but it helps to liken it to an experiment - he’s very methodical in figuring out what exactly gets the best reactions out of you. After that, he’s pretty much set <3333 have fun SMNDSMDSNMD
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
WELL,, in his current state he is sort of limited? there’s 1001 ways he’d like to have you but currently he has very few options. Overall he just,, really likes having you Close. If he can’t feel your pulse through your skin you aren’t nearly close enough smsdmsnsmdnsmd
OK IM DIVERTING RQ BECAUSE IF HE WAS REPAIRED??? [alternatively, holo-chamber fun?] <3333
Legs over his shoulders, completely pinned to the bed, not a single thought left between your ears.
HE LIKES THE CONTROL. He likes seeing you all spread out and brainless, soft and pliable for him. It’s such a delight to see you willingly vulnerable - not only do you feel safe enough to be all limp, but you’re asking for more. Rambling nonsensical little gasps n moans while you try to piece together the thoughts you wanna get out. Absolute bliss, he wants nothing else.
ALTERNATIVELY?? just,, super domestic, just-woke-up saturday morning sex. Something about this man tells me he’d like that. The mixture of Super Close and Your Brain Being Mushy feels up his alley?
If he’s bottoming tho? he isn’t picky about positions, as long as he can feel you against him. When he’s getting his guts rearranged, the proximity is more important than the specifics of how he’s oriented. He’ll take whatever you’ll give him, so long as you give <3
TLDR. he flip-flops between kinda-possessive ego-fueling positions where he can see you all strewn out, and super soft n’ gooey positions. the robot man is versatile, what can I say.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Hmmm there’s a timeline here lemme get out the whiteboard
At the beginning? He’s definitely more serious. a few snarky little comments sprinkled in here and there. You’re pretty sure if he doesn’t say smth snippy every 5 minutes he’ll self destruct.
This kinda plays into the Intimacy question later on but,, the vulnerability that comes with sex makes everything very tense for him. It’s easier to be a Scowling Little Bastard during sex than,, all soft and relaxed.
It also helps him disguised how mind-meltingly flustered he is MSDNSMND
He gets there eventually, but it takes some time!! He unwinds more as you two get into it, yk?
Once touch doesn’t feel New And Scary + sex is smth he’s more accustomed to? Expect the Additional Spattering Of His Very Stupid, Very Cheesy Jokes.
You know its True Love (tm) when one day you pull too hard giving him a handjob and pop his dick out of its socket, dropping it on the floor where it just kinda. vibrates in circles.
without missing a beat, he picks it up, holds it to his ear and straight-faced says, ‘Hello? No they’re busy right now, can I take a message?’
Did this man improv an entire 7 minute conversation with someone on his Vibrating Dick Phone, while you cracked up laughing on the bed? Yes. Was that also the day you decided you were gonna marry him? Also yes.
TLDR. the goofs will increase as he settles into the comfortable nook that is your relationship <3 if he’s cracking a few jokes during sex, you’ve won. he’s wrapped inseparably around your finger, have fun!
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
NOT NSFW BUT. OH YOU’LL ABSOLUTELY CATCH HIM FUSSING WITH HIS HAIR. AND OFTEN. Come on he’s so prideful there’s no way you won’t catch him fluffing his hair to make the part sit nicer in any nearby reflective surface.
outside of that HE HAS BODY HAIR AND HE HATES IT. DESPISES IT. ITS SO USELESS TO HIM IT SERVES NO PURPOSE AND AESTHETICALLY HE THINKS ITS NIGHTMARISH. HATE HATE KILL.
He comes to accept it when he removes all of it and realizes he looks. Fucking abhorrent. Smooth like an aubergine. He puts all of it back bc that’s the lesser of two evils.
Nice and fuzzy along his arms, chest, stomach, this very dense but well-tended happy trail. Even a bit on his hands? Like right on the knuckles? <3333333
IF YOU LIKE IT THOUGH??? HE’S GONNA BE WAYYYY MORE PARTIAL TO IT, Because this silly bitch has a praise kink like nobody’s business, and if you say he looks good with chest hair, he’ll make sure that shit is thick enough to braid MSNDSMDNMSND
don’t get me started on the color of this man’s hair I feel like I’m in Home Depot comparing paint swatches. He’s a blonde he’s ginger he’s so obviously brunette but also not. like not any of those. but also all of those. this is The Color Out Of Space. I have been debating this with my friends for months and I will never know peace.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He has a lot of trouble Vocalizing his romantic feelings, but his overall affection for you definitely shows more in bed!!
Every action drools with adoration. You’re surprised you can’t see it radiating off him in waves.
His hands squeeze on every bit of skin he can access, he nearly whines in disappointment when his lips leave your skin, he takes every delicacy to make sure you’re cozy and thoughtless and without worry.
Wordless shows of affection, because trying to vocalize his feelings in the way he means them is like. Idk doing a puzzle in the dark.
Like he theoretically knows where things should go, and he could probably figure it out with some trial-and-error, but FUCK, IT SURE WOULD BE EASIER IF SOMEBODY TURNED THE LIGHTS ON SMDNSD
Words are so fickle and imprecise, and easy to misconstrue. Actions feel more precise.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If you ask? He’s gonna say he doesn’t, because ’’’’’’’something something he’s above all that, isn’t some weak-willed flesh sack, he has no needs or cravings or things he enjoys because he is the perfect creation’’’’’’’’ etc, etc, etc
It’s utter BULLSHIT this man fucks his fist every other night thinking of you.
ITS JUST. how is he not meant to get distracted when you look like that. all the time. it’s agonizing and you should feel very bad for being such a distraction MSNDMSNM.
especially when,, avenues for actually having sex with you is. limited. considering his current situation. So he makes due with what he has <333
tbh even AFTER he gets out, this man is pretty insatiable, so I can see it still being a semi-regular occurrence!! something something he craves positive sensory input, and sex gives him so much of that.
Methods offer a lot of variety - if he’s still,, yknow,, Slice n’ Diced, it’s gonna be exclusively wire play. Takes a bit of fiddling, but once he’s got it? <333 oh he’s in heaven
If he’s repaired to some degree? his own hand is fine, but I have no doubt this man would 3D print a Fleshlight based off on one [or more] of your holes. Probably several.
It’s nice for those rare times when you’re travelling bc of work and he just. needs you in that idiotic, desperate way that makes his pride start getting spiky.
It’s not as good as the real thing, ofc, but it’s enough to tide him until he can get you back in his arms <333
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
OH BOY <33 WHERE TO BEGIN
I’m not even sure if there’s a word for this but like,, he’s obsessed with seeing you all fucked-out and brainless.
He just,, always seems to be able to find That One Way of fucking you that makes you ASCEND SMDNSMD JUST LIKE A FUCKING,, FULL SYSTEM RESET.
Smth about the mixture of the angle, the rhythm, that barely noticeable vibration? He’s had so much time to perfect his technique that he basically knows you inside out.
He could get you off in seconds if he wanted, but where’s the fun in that?
he loves that point where aren’t even moaning, it’s just this delightful mixture of nonsense and sobbing and desperate nodding in some attempt to tell him to keep going?
THAT. THAT’S HIS SHIT RIGHT THERE. There’s nothing in the world he enjoys more than being able to see your brain shut off, bit by bit. Your limbs slowly going limp, eyes rolling back, law going all slack, until you’re just. mush <3 oughe <3.
[He’d never admit it, but the trust part is what gets him the most. you trusting him to handle you in such a vulnerable state? Not seeing him as a danger? Oh <3333 love isn’t a strong enough word for what he’s feeling]
A FEW OTHERS I’M SO SURE OF (and that i’ve kinda mentioned earlier but shoosh) :
Praise kink!!
Nobody with this much of an ego who’s given so little affection/appreciation doesn’t have a praise kink <3 he thinks he’s being slick but he,, really isn’t. He perks up visibly when you praise him.
Sensory stuff!!
Specifically over-stimulation, because this man adores pushing his limits, intense + postitive sensations, etc, but also I raise you,,,, temperature. Wax. Heating up his internal systems. The feeling of the rubber melting off his wires as you hover a lighter beside them.
Masochism but like. Coppery msdnmsd.
In that same vein? I’m obsessed with the idea of using a drill (dremel?) to etch patterns into the exterior plating of his highly-sensitive motor. That area is already so tender, mixed with his love of Intense Feelings? It just <333 feels like such a good combo.
NEW ONE NEW ONE BC OF PART 2 : FINGERS,, HANDS,,, SUCKA SUCKA HONKA HONKA.
it’s not his strongest kink, but it’s definitely. up there. I mentioned it earlier, but he’ll absolutely get himself riled up just. staring at your hands. While you do unrelated things.
If you slip your fingers into his mouth, his brain will shut off. His eyes unfocus a little, and badabing-badaboom, he’s pliable as a bendy straw.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
nearest. nearest location is favorite location.
OKAY BUT,,,,, he’s especially partial to slightly more risque venues? He’s such a prideful, overconfident bastard. He’d 1000% believe y’all wouldn’t get caught, because he’s too clever to get caught.
That’s also due to circumstance, because even if he does end up getting fully put back together he’s most likely still gonna be stuck in Cognito.
If the holodeck is an option though??
Outdoors. God he isn’t used to the feeling of the sun, and breeze, and just,, nature. You riding him in a [granted, holographically projected] field, under the shade of a big oak tree? being able to feel grass on his legs, breeze filtering through his hair? The smell of earth and pollen? HES SO GONE!!!
Alternatively just,, the softest bed in the world. He isn’t used to Cozy Comfy Sensations, he was trapped in a sterile basement for god knows how long. the idea of fucking you/being fucked into big, plush blankets?He’d eat that shit right up.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
BANTER. He’s a snarky little bastard and having you match his snark or better,,,,, oh boy <333 you can practically see the hearts floating around his head.
LIKE,, he’s not used to having people who keep up with his wit? He’s a super-intelligent AI,, most conversations aren’t very stimulating.
Especially if you’re confident? <333
ALSO LITTLE TOUCHES. This silly bitch is TOUCH STARVED. TOUCH FAMISHED. Running your hands thought his hair, along his arm. It’s the littlest things that have him going fucking AWOOGA.
Any sort of praise. Any sort of praise. Compliment his smile, you’ll see him go through every human emotion and invent completely new ones.
[If the words ‘good boy’ slip out at any point, ever, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger like a bandaid]
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that would cause you substantial bodily harm - spanking is fine, slapping is a maybe, but if you’re asking him to,, properly brutalize you? Nope not a chance.
he knows he would never kill you, or purposefully do something he thinks would kill you, but he’s seen how little it takes to put a human out of commission.
He could do everything perfectly, down to the most precise percent, and still not be able to 100% predict the damage. he never wants to push things far enough that he can’t be sure of the outcome.
In terms of stuff being done to him? He’s very particular about sensory deprivation.
Light dulling of the senses is fine, and if it’s done right it’s one of his favorites, but if you sink his sensitivity too much it’s just. Bad. Bad and numb. It reminds him much too much of his Pre-Sentience state. 0/10
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
this man will never turn down head are you KIDDING?
<3 he has such limited experience with moisture. His systems just aren’t designed for it - he’ll absolutely upgrade himself eventually but,, even after that, its never smth he gets used to.
THE SLOPPIER THE BETTER <333 noisy, messy, unpredictable. He’s gonna have the tightest clenched fist pressed to his mouth to avoid ‘embarrassing himself’
Dw after about 5~ minutes this man will be keening.
OH THE JOYS OF FUCKING A ROBOT <33
hours. days. weeks. if the human body did not have needs to fulfill, he’d just keep you laid up in bed getting the best head of your life.
Actually y’know what you’re getting details why not
If you possess a shween :
He’s such a little bastard in the best way. Your dicks gonna hurt for like three days but it’s so worth it <3
He has 0 gag reflex, which is delightful enough as is, but if he focuses he can pop his jaw outta place and OH <333 THE POSSIBILITIES
listen its gonna look a bit horrific so just. um. close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his vibrating tongue lapping around your balls, while his dick explores your non-existent esophagus.
[although. to loop back for a sec. honestly, he kinda wishes he had a gag reflex <3 occasionally. sometimes. maybe. constantly. there’s just a certain amount of submission that comes with the action that makes his consciousness feel malleable to consider.]
Ok but even outside of pulling out Weird Robot Shit (tm) he’s still gonna be pulling out all the stops
personal favorite of his? Keeping his thumb against that point where your balls meet your shaft, and just,, letting the vibrations work while he sucks you off. Gently massaging upwards, watching you squirm and buck.
usually it isn’t enough to make you cum straight out, but the buzzing sensation definitely helps getting you somewhere malleable
oh and you KNOW he’s swallowing every last drop <3 smth about that oozing, heady heat tricking down his throat, into his faux-stomach makes his toes curl. [he’d never admit it, but he ups his throat sensitivity when you cum <3 just so he can really enjoy himself.]
I can’t think of a silly name for pussy. If you possess a jimberlywomble :
So many kisses
Just,, lips right against your hole, delicately lapping any spare droplet of cum.
There’s something about the mixture of smell + taste that makes this man absolutely pussydrunk. If you popped his head open it’d just be TV static. Giving head is such a soothing activity for him <3
Vibrating,, everything? Fingers, lips, tongue. It starts out so gentle that you can barely notice it’s presence, and before you know it you feel like you’re shaking apart <3
FAVORITE TRICK??? it’s a classic, but fingering you while he tongues your clit? Different vibration settings for fingers vs mouth? <3333 its one of his favorite ways to make you lose coherency
That isn’t to say he can’t make you delirious with just his tongue. He can, and will gladly demonstrate his talents at the drop of a hat. he just likes the noises you make when he combines them <3
if you don’t ask him to stop, he will just go until you lose consciousness.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
HE REALLY TRIES TO BE SLOW AND SWEET ABOUT IT BUT. HE HAS A HABIT OF SPEEDING UP
He wants to savor it but. Again, the worst case of Instant Gratification ever. I cannot emphasize this enough.
I could talk about how this man has so little impulse control etc etc etc but this is HORNY TIME SO
Like it’ll just,, strike him at a random moment that your noises is the most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears and if he doesn’t hear more NowNowNowNow he’s going to die, and WHOOPS the bedframe is broken. How did that happen.
If he stays slow the whole time, it’s either bc you specifically requested it OR he’s decided to be a horrible, dreadful tease. In which case, strap in, it’s gonna be a long night.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
UGH bane of his existence but also the best thing ever.
He appreciates any time he can have with you, but also ever single time he feels himself wanting more - 15 minutes isn’t nearly enough time for him to savor you >:[
Quickies are especially good for teasing him - sneaking off to a broom closet once or twice during the day, satisfying him but not quite enough to get rid of that aching feeling. A nice little appetizer, yk? <3
They definitely don’t,, happen very often.
PRIMARILY BC HE’S A SNEAKY FUCK AND HAS SUCH A HABIT OF STRETCHING THEM OUT.
15 minutes turns into 20, turns into 30, turns into ‘only if you’re quick about it - they’re gonna start wondering where I went’ when he asks to taste you, etc, etc.
By the end of it, it’s been nearly an hour and a half, your legs don’t work, and he looks terribly proud of himself. Smug little bastard.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s pretty experimental? There’s very few things he won’t try - like I mentioned before, as long as it isn’t gonna cause you immense harm it’s pretty much fair game
WHEN IT COMES TO RISKS W/ HIMSELF THOUGH HE HAS ZERO PROBLEMS GOING ALL OUT
cause he can just be put back together! Nearly every element of his body is replaceable!
(aside from,, certain personality matrix stuff, but all of that is internal coding shit, nothing you’d be able to accidentally get ahold of)
HE LOVES intense sensations, so wireplay is such a blast jfc - if you wanna start straight up yanking wires and scratching up his motor with a screwdriver, he will be all for it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
OH THE JOYS OF BEING A ROBOT <3333 literally does not need breaks. He’s built for long stretches of intense work, followed by short diagnostic-recoup crash period. Also he’s an eager bastard and absolutely starved for the physical sensations that come with sex so. YEAH.
he’ll go as long as you care to go <3
ITS LITERALLY UP TO YOU SDMNS,, if your human body wouldn’t turn to paste, he’d probably go for days.
WARNING THOUGH,,, he will get more glitchy with each round, this IS the most sex ever, AND he will pretend he isn’t.
I ELABORATE A BIT MORE ON THIS IN (Z) SECTION BUT. He tends to overextend himself a touch during sex bc,, he doesn’t pay attention that much to his internal systems? This does mean that, occasionally, he’ll just slip into a Sleep Cycle unintentionally right after. silly goose forgets to pace himself.
OH ALSO. he,, is a bit of a quick shot for a number of reasons, but he also doesn’t stop fucking you when he cums, so he just kinda,, hopes you don’t notice? (you do <3 don’t bring it up he’ll die of embarrassment. his pride cant take it be gentle with him)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
babey he IS the toy!!!! Those fingers vibrate!!!
Aside from the fleshlight I mentioned in a previous section, he really doesn’t see a need to? He’s perfectly able to take care of his needs on his own, and outside of that, he’s got his beautiful partner <3
If you have a vibrator he will be jealous
HE FEELS SO SILLY FOR IT BUT HE DOES. He’s a robot his fingers vibrate why do you use that. He’s memorized exactly what you like. It isn’t even sentient. he’s superior in every way. >:[ why are you laughing at him stop laughing
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Teasing is a tender balance of how much he enjoys seeing you squirm and his,, very limited patience.
Because sure it’s delightful to watch you gasp and squirm as he curls his vibrating fingers in your hole but,, also god wouldn’t it feel better to be inside you?
OH but if he’s intent on teasing you?????? good luck MSNDMSD
You’re gonna understand why ppl murder their husbands.
Infrared + a dozen other sensors means he can time when he stops down to the microsecond. He’ll keep you so close to the edge you aren’t even sure you’re begging in a decipherable language anymore. If you ask for some T&D prepare for him to be an absolute menace.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
noise = vulnerability = weakness = he’d literally rather combust
You can hear the mechanisms in his jaw straining from how hard he’s clenching it. He’ll make a little sigh or moan and immediately roll his eyes at himself.
It’s gonna take some time to get him used to the idea of making noise and,, even then he’s gonna be so embarrassed by it. If he thinks too hard on it he’ll cringe himself into a scrapyard.
he feels so. silly. he isn’t some mewling little human dammit >:(((
DESPITE ALL OF THIS,,,, he crumbles so fast if you know what buttons to push
ESPECIALLY WHEN HE CUMS LIKE??? He is. such a naturally talkative person + his systems are under such strain that,, somewhere between you rocking against him and his cock starting to pulse inside you he doesn’t even realize he’s started to ramble.
GRANTED most of it is,, a bit undecipherable. Several of his systems are gonna be hard rebooting
His voice is all rumbly and strained, right at the back of his throat. Little bits of absolutely adoring praise interspersed with swearing.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
blinks. I can’t believe I can’t think of one. I’m literally sitting here looking through this document trying to find smth I haven’t already mentioned. Outis is a FRAUD Outis is a FAKE
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
WHERE TO BEGINNNN. I’m gonna assume this one’s for,, fully repaired.
IF I GOTTA BE BRIEF? Just like,, quintessential Dad Bod.
Soft fuzzy hair covering every part,, plenty of stomach and fat and muscle and I am DROOLING MOVING ON-
Actually I’m lying you’re getting a subsection on this
I’m so stuck on him having massive honkers and you can’t take that away from me. I have not a shred of justification aside from just. Look at him. Look at him. IDC if he doesn’t canonically has them, spiritually that man has Big Old Man Tiddies, with a beautiful spattering of ruddy hair.
Big arms, but not that much defined muscle? If he moves around, sure, but in his resting state you don’t see a lot of it. They peek out when u least expect it
Love handles to spare. Grab em during sex if you want to see the still-fleshy section of his face light up poppy red.
mathematically optimized ween
DONT LAUGH HE WORKED VERY HARD ON IT >:[
He will literally construct the Perfect Dick To Maximize Your Joint Pleasure because. He loves you AND he’s dramatic .
Besides, what’s a better way to cool his jealousy than the secured knowledge that nobody else’s dick could ever possibly square up to his?
I have not a single doubt in my mind that this man wouldn’t end up creating some like,, Bad Dragon type of shit. Not his go-to, but as an alternate option for when you want something a bit more intense?
Lots of texture, thick vein-like wires along the shaft - maybe even components that he can move and shift around? He likes to keep you on your toes <3
oh balls <3 literally
He has massive balls. Look at this smug son of a bitch and TELL ME he wouldn’t.
Its also just,, practical? There’s tubing and wiring that goes through there, to make sure the Cum releases smoothly, so making them larger just,, makes things easier?
If you lick them you’re gonna get the prettiest view of him fighting tooth-and-nail to keep his composure together.
The mixture of him loving intense sensations + the wetness of your tongue and mouth + those beautiful eyes looking up at him??? He’s gripping the mattress hard for dear life.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
PLEASE this man was free for maybe,, 3 hrs? 5 max? before getting shoved in a tube in a cold, damp basement for like 6 months to a year? When Tamiko stroked his face I think he experienced Nirvana? This question answers itself
Like I’ve mention before, he’d fuck you for days if not for the fact that you’d. die
At first he’s gonna be very. Stiff and hesitant to initiate things but once he’s got his footing he’s gonna be such a TERROR.
listen if you didn’t want him jumping your bones in your office then. maybe look less fantastic idk what to tell ya <3.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
EHE >:) you would think that bc he’s an AI he doesn’t need any rest but you would be WRONG
HES GOT A DIAGNOSTIC CYCLE BABEY <333 WHICH IS,, BASICALLY SLEEP AS MUCH AS HE LIKES TO PRETEND IT ISNT <33
He doesn’t have to do it, technically. He can function for multiple months without it, but,,,,, he gets some visible processing problems.
Every,, 72~ hours, it’s ideal for him to power down and allow his systems to do some checks - make sure everything’s working right, maybe switch up some pathways, optimize some coding. Basic stuff!!
THAT TIMEFRAME SHORTENS SO MUCH AFTER SEX THOUGH. It activates a shit ton of systems and he has a tendency to overtax them in the heat of the moment.
USUALLY, like 98% of the time, he’s just as fine as when you two started!! Could probably go for even longer!!
it’s just when he already hasn’t rested in a hot minute AND has gone a few rounds AND hasn’t been taking good care of his systems that. he’s gonna start to get,, Properly Drowsy.
like it doesn’t hit him,, how much he’s overtaxed his systems until he’s stopped.
Sue him for not being worried about the efficiency of his fucking,, ~coolant pumps~ when he’s railing you against the kitchen table.
It’s kinda like when you pull an all-nighter and you feel fine and then. The second you sit down you fucking,, crash into a whole new dimension of exhaustion. You can taste thoughts and your eyes feel like you’re made of oil.
His ’’tired’’ glitches are very specific - his voice doesn’t skip, so much as it gets more fuzzy? You can hear a bit of a static overlay, like you’re hearing him through a walkie-talkie. Duke Nukem Compressed Voice type of vibe
HE GETS SLIGHT PROCESSING DELAYS WHEN HE NEEDS TO DO HIS DIAGNOSTIC CYCLE. AND YES, OFC HE TRIES TO PRETEND EVERYTHING/S FINE.
You’ll ask him a question and know 100% he did not catch a goddamn lick of that shit sdSMNDMSDN not once spare iota of processing power left between those ears babey.
he just. doesn’t want the moment to end. it’s so nice just being with you during the afterglow. Doesn’t matter how much his systems bug him to power down, he’s not even thinking of it until you’re fast asleep
.......... if you wanna get him asleep though, rest his head against your chest and play with his hair. The mixture of your heartbeat + your fingers against his artificial scalp?
clik-clik-wroom he’s out like a light <3
ALMOST 6000 WORDS, JESUS
THAT WAS SO LONG AND SO FUN AND. truly I am bananas for this man. the folly of Outis. I hope this gave you some of my brainworms, and if you read this to the end I’m making us friendship bracelets as we speak <333
I might do some more of these for other characters in the future but :o hold me not to these words, I am a busy boy smdnsmd ANYWAYS BYE MWAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <333
EDIT : OH AND. IF THERES ANY ELEMENTS YOU WANT ME TO ELABORATE ON, GO NUTS. YOU KNOW IM UNABLE TO SHUT UP ABOUT THIS MAN.
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A promise is a promise
[DP x DC fic]
[Love at first… murder? - part 16]
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Part 1
Ao3
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Private chat nicknames:
Fryer = Tucker
Dann-O = Danny
Other private chat nicknames:
Kangaroo = Jason
PolarBear = Danny
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Danny has been searching online for a while now for the perfect place to take Red Hood to, for the second part of their date. He already has in mind what he wants to do, he just hopes Red Hood will like his plan.
He’ll need to make sure to get the needed materials either today or tomorrow.
Midway through his planning, his phone buzzes with a message. Danny picks his phone up, checking who sent it. He raises an eyebrow at seeing a message from Tucker in their private chat.
He opens his phone to read the text, putting his date-planning on hold for now.
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Private chat
Fryer: so wheres my tim drake-wayne autograph danny? when am i gonna get it huh?
Dann-O: wait what? 😦
Dann-O: I still need to get it for you?? 😥😥
Dann-O: but you didn’t even end up wiping the cams ☹️
Dann-O: they were already wiped!!
Fryer: ye but I still wouldve wiped them if they werent already its all abt the intent danny
Fryer: u promised me the autograph now u gotta follow thru with it u cant just go back on ur word >:(
Dann-O: fine I’ll try and get it for you
Dann-O: I did promise 😓
Dann-O: but be prepared that it might take a while 😬😬
Fryer: great! thnx my dude knew u would come thru for me ur the best love ya danman 😘
Dann-O: yeah yeah I know 🙄😒
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With a small sigh, Danny closes the chat between him and Tucker. He’s unsure how to go about getting that autograph.
He can’t just stalk the guy and nag him into giving the autograph, then he’d probably end up with a restraining order instead.
He could try looking online for one, but those will probably be very expensive. Though, he might be able to trick the guy into signing something? Or perhaps steal one when he’s at the manor this Saturday anyway?
However… Perhaps he can get some help with this… Danny considers.
He looks back at his phone and opens another chat.
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Private chat
PolarBear: hey, so uh, random question ☝️
PolarBear: you wouldn’t happen to have a Tim Drake-Wayne autograph 🤔
PolarBear: or maybe know a way of getting one
PolarBear: would you?? 😅😅
Kangaroo: Why do you want one?
PolarBear: it’s not for me
PolarBear: but I kinda promised my friend I’d get one for him 😅😓
Kangaroo: Ah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.
PolarBear: really? 😲
PolarBear: thanks!! 🥰💕
PolarBear: but it’s fine if you can’t
PolarBear: like don’t feel obligated to help or something
PolarBear: if need be I’ll probably just trick him into signing something for me 🙃
PolarBear: or I could just sneak in once we’re TPing the place anyway
PolarBear: and just get one of his documents or something 👀👀
Kangaroo: Hell yeah, sign me up. This will be fun :)
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In another realm, a bright toxic green smoke hits an unsuspecting victim, a crazed giggle following behind coming from the origin of the strange smoke.
The victim, instead of fleeing, stops right in their tracks, collapsing into themselves. Not a moment later their laughter joins in with the giggling from before.
The smoke fades away and reveals a man with bright purple hair and glowing red eyes. He’s wearing a green suit with a red vest and a purple dress shirt underneath.
In his breast pocket on the outside of his suit is a glowing red flower with purplish-black leaves that looks like a rosebud of some sort.
His face is stark white with a greenish undertone and his lips are bright red and pulled back into a deranged grin.
This insane clown who's hellbent on dragging the people of Gotham into his madness is a fairly new resident of the Infinite Realms. He’s a specter. A wraith.
A ghost.
The Joker moves closer towards the other ghost. The other ghost keeps laughing, not reacting to the Joker’s approach.
However, once the Joker is within a few meters of them, the ghost starts choking. While the ghost is unable to stop the mix of laughing and coughing, a glowing green liquid starts flowing out of their mouth.
Ectoplasm.
While they’re involuntarily laughing, their eyes are full of distress. The Joker just moves closer, humming a little tune.
Once close enough, the Joker bends down, getting right in the other ghost’s face. Ignoring the other ghost’s attempt at flinching away, the Joker drags a finger across the ghost’s face, wiping up some of the glowing green liquid.
The Joker takes a close look at it, the grin on his face becoming impossibly, inhumanely, wider.
“Oh, this! This is going to be a right laugh!” He exclaims, cackling a little. He straightens back up before continuing.
“It’ll be the show of a lifetime,” He turns around, “Don’t you agree, my friend?”
The person who has been watching the entire display from the sidelines doesn’t respond verbally, their own deranged grin forming on their face, no outside influence needed.
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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 (𝟏𝟖+)
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader x Zeke Yeager
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I basically wrote a bunch of vignettes and threw in some wordy headcanons. This is a repost. I wrote it in like 2022.
[ SYNOPSIS ] You've just adopted two disasters, I mean dogboys.
[ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k
[ CONTENT ] Modern AU, hybrids (duh), threesome (mmf), knotting, cigarettes (Zeke), voyeurism, exhibitionism, jerking off, fingering, teasing, nipple play, creampie, impact play (Zeke receiving), dacryphilia (Zeke’s the crybaby), panty sniffing, thick Yeager dick, cum play, Zeke has grey eyes because I'm addicted to the manga version of him, this fic is so ridiculous like don't take it seriously. Just enjoy the ride.
When you adopted Eren and Zeke you fully expected to get two normal dogs. The ad on Craigslist purported two mutts, related but not from the same litter. They were a bonded pair that could not be separated. It claimed they had all their shots and were totally healthy, but not neutered which was emphasized for some strange reason. You made a mental note to get that taken care of, if the dogs were to become yours.
You responded to the listing expressing interest. You listed off a few qualifications: you were an experienced dog owner, you had a large yard they could play in, and you didn’t smoke. You received a response almost immediately.
Yard sounds cool. The smoking shit doesn’t matter. Do you have cable or do you stream everything? Would appreciate a response asap k thnx.
You could not imagine why they needed such information, but regardless you responded.
Hi! I have basic cable and Hulu. Is that okay?
Your answer was deemed acceptable. Phone numbers were exchanged and you were asked to meet at a local park the next day. It was a great relief that they wanted to meet in a public place.
That night you couldn’t sleep. You were simply too damn excited. The sun couldn’t come up soon enough. It felt like it purposefully slowed down. Minutes felt like hours. It was unbearable. Of course by the time you were able to drift off, your alarm chimed and it was time to go get your dogs.
You arrived at the park right on time. There were a few kids running around with their parents trailing after them and two young men standing off in the distance, but not a single person with two dogs. You waited around for ten minutes until you got the nerve to call the person. It was perplexing to hear someone else’s phone ringing while you made the call.
“Yeah?”
You heard the voice through the phone and in the air.
“Uh… Wait, are you here? I think I see you.” You squinted and took a better look at the two men loitering. “Where are the dogs?”
One of the men pointed at you which caused the one on the phone to hang up and wave you over. You made eye contact with one of the parents, hoping that would be enough incentive to come to your aid if needed.
“Hi,” you said as you dropped a pin to a friend.
Someone, anyone, needed to know where you were lest you get the Law and Order: SVU treatment The two men looked normal enough. Both were rather tall and well built. One had long, silky chocolate-colored hair. The other was of the wavy, flaxen persuasion. You noted they were both wearing hats: the brunette wore a denim bucket hat and the blonde a nondescript baseball cap.
“Oh hey, sorry for hanging up. I figured since you’re here and my phone is running low on minutes,” the brunette said.
“That’s fine. Where are the dogs?”
The two men looked at each other and then back at you.
“You didn’t say anything about the hybrid thing in the ad, did you?” the blonde asked, hanging his head.
“Do you think anyone would’ve responded otherwise?”
“What hybrid thing?” you questioned.
The men redirected their attention towards you.
“We’re th—”
“We’re the dogs, alright!” the brunette exclaimed.
He dramatically pulled his hat off, revealing two brown button ears. He then proceeded to knock the baseball cap off the blonde by smacking the bill upwards. He too had little button ears. You were filled with conflicting emotions. You were attracted to their good looks and you thought their ears were cute. But you were also disappointed they weren’t normal dogs.
“Listen, we understand if—”
The brunette interrupted him again. “I don’t! Please take us home with you. I promise we’ll be good. Or I will at least. Honestly you can just take me in. I don’t even know who that guy is.”
“I’m his brother.”
“No he isn’t.”
You stared at them, debating whether or not you should take them in. You didn’t have the biggest home, but you could probably get creative and make it work. However there was still a twinge of paranoia. You weren’t certain you could trust them. But on the other hand you could use the company.
“You can both come live with me. The ad said you were a bonded pair so…”
“Eren, you said we were bonded?” the blonde asked, blushing and eyes sparkling.
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”
“Uh, okay! You guys ready to go then?” you rallied, trying to prevent any conflict from brewing.
Their eyes lit up and their bushy tails started wagging. You were powerless against them. They were yours and you were theirs. You couldn’t wait to get them home and let them get cozy. And more importantly shower. They both looked a little rough around the edges.
On the way home you couldn’t help but stare at their ears, curious as to how they felt. You tried to resist the urge to pinch them, but it became too big of a burden to bear.
“Can I touch—”
“Yes,” they sighed.
Zeke was the more affectionate of the two, but only towards you and Eren. He was pleasant yet standoffish with others, keeping most people at an arm’s length. He had no issues wearing a collar and actually preferred it, unlike Eren. It gave Zeke a sense of security, something his life often lacked. He was incredibly intelligent, but prone to getting lost in his own thoughts. And he preferred spending his days in the yard sprawled out in a hammock with no shirt on, chain smoking and reading.
Eren was a bit of a wild one. He only wanted attention on his own terms, but was open to getting it from anyone he was friendly with. He tended to be a bit of a loner, spending most of his time outdoors. He liked being out in the woods, hiking on balmy days. He was significantly more active than Zeke though you suspected that had something to do with him being younger. Eren was also a bit more hardy than his brother, and lacked the seasonal allergies Zeke had been cursed with since he was a pup.
Since neither of them worked they tended to play housewife while you toiled away at work. Zeke was on laundry duty because Eren was a chronic clothes shrinker. Eren did the cooking, priding himself on his knife skills. He was constantly baking bread with a preference for sourdough. Zeke wasn’t a bad cook by any means, but he lacked the passion Eren exuded. He preferred to clean anyway. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night to pee and find him scrubbing the toilet.
Depending on where you were in your menstrual cycle, they would both get incredibly clingy and flirtatious. If one of them was feeling particularly bold they’d rub their hard cock on you while you slept. It didn’t bother you much. You had developed a bit of a crush on them. Your sick enjoyment fed off of their desperation. Even the more traditionally annoying behaviors were still a turn on. Like how your underwear was prone to going missing. You’d find it crumpled up and stiff in the strangest places. You never bothered to ask because you didn’t want to embarrass them, or give them any incentive to stop.
Your first tryst with them couldn’t have happened under sillier circumstances. It was late one night. You and Eren had crawled into bed while Zeke stayed up watching the Planet Earth episode on caves. Eren fell asleep almost immediately after pulling you into his warm embrace. You nuzzled your face in his neck, letting your nose graze his Adam’s apple.
Just as you were about to drift off Zeke clumsily opened the door. He skulked around before hopping into bed. You were hoping he’d spoon you, putting you in a dogboy sandwich. But alas, he was going to sleep beside Eren.
Zeke yawned and snaked his arms around his brother. You struggled to hold back a laugh as he wriggled and pulled his brother close. Eren groaned and tried to shake Zeke off.
“Don’t be mean,” Zeke whined.
Zeke then proceeded to grope Eren’s chest.
“Oh… That’s not right,” he said, palming Eren’s pectoral muscle.
“I was waiting for you to notice. Can you please stop rubbing your dick on me?”
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“You couldn’t smell me?”
“You smelled like her shampoo. My—my allergies have been acting up. I can’t smell straight.”
“Makes sense considering there was nothing straight about what you just did.”
“You guys are too much,” you yawned, rolling over onto your back.
Eren fixed his verdant gaze on you. Zeke rested his chin on Eren’s head and did the same. They looked hungry, starved practically. Zeke reached out and booped your nose.
“What?” You asked, laughing.
“I’m bored,” Zeke sighed.
Eren nodded in agreement.
“It’s nighttime. Just fall asleep,” you muttered.
“I doubt he could fall asleep with that raging boner.”
Zeke immediately turned pink and rolled over, trying to mask his shame. He pulled the sheets over his head and sighed heavily.
“Maybe you should help him take care of it?” Eren purred.
“I wouldn’t be averse to that,” Zeke concurred, his voice muffled by cool cotton.
You cleared your throat. While you were very much aware your precious dogboys wanted to bury their noses in your cunt, you never actually considered sleeping with either of them. You weren’t even sure what that would entail.
“If you fuck Zeke, I get to watch.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Zeke said dreamily.
Eren grumbled. He wasn’t the best at accepting Zeke’s affection, especially when it was a bit too eager.
“I guess I’m up for it. I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone.”
“I’ll be gentle. Unless you, uh, don’t want me to be. I’m more than prepared to destroy you. I can make it so that no one will ever want you again after I’m through with you.”
“Criiiiiiiiinge,” Eren yawned.
“Be nice,” you chastised, pinching one of Eren’s velvety ears.
“So?” Zeke asked expectantly.
You could hear his tail thumping against the mattress. How could you deny such an excitable boy?
“I’m down.”
Zeke jumped out of bed and started getting undressed. You and Eren made eye contact and laughed.
“Desperate much?”
“He’s not desperate. Just dumb and eager,” you laughed.
Zeke pouted as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his god-like form. His chest was covered with hair, the same color as a fertile field of wheat. You never got used to seeing him shirtless even though he often went without one. Every time was like the first time, just you in utter awe of his beautiful body.
“You can get undressed faster than that,” Eren goaded.
Zeke pulled off his boxers and balled them up, beaning them at Eren.
“Happy?”
“Not as happy as you apparently,” you chuckled.
Zeke’s cock was hard as a rock, nearly sticking straight up. It was thick, veiny, and of average length which was a relief. Zeke glanced down at it and then made eye contact with you. It was clear he sought approval; he needed validation.
“Very nice, baby.”
“Baby? You never call me baby.”
“That’s because you’re not my baby, Eren.”
“Yeah, Eren, you’re not her baby.”
“Well, what are you two waiting for?” Eren asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He took the quilt with him, wrapping it around himself.
Zeke returned to the bed and got on top of you. He reached under your nightgown and peeled off your underwear. He sniffed them before he handed them to Eren who did the same. Zeke slipped his hand between your thighs and spread apart your folds. He pushed his rough fingers into your cunt and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. He maintained eye contact the entire time. His grey gaze was heavy with ardor. His face couldn’t have been closer to yours. You reached up and stroked his cheek, feeling his lush beard. He hummed happily and continued to finger you.
“Does that feel good?” He asked, curling his fingers inside you.
A “mhm” was all you could muster. It seemed to be enough for Zeke because he beamed and kissed you. To say you weren’t ready was an understatement. He pushed his tongue past your teeth and rolled it against yours. His lips were soft unlike Eren’s which tended to be chapped. A little, joyous whimper emanated from you as his breath lilted into your lungs. It tasted of tobacco and his overpriced, spearmint toothpaste. You wanted him to consume you.
“Can one of you make some noises or something? You guys are too quiet. It’s weird,” Eren heckled.
Zeke broke the kiss. “You do realize not everyone sounds like they’re in Bang Bros video, right?”
Eren was quiet.
“Maybe so. But c’mon. Do something interesting.”
Zeke placed his hands on the small of your back and lifted you forward. He flicked his tongue against your firm nipple. You draped your arms over his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. You were careful not to dig too deep. You weren’t interested in drawing blood. Zeke was too delicate on an emotional level. His life had been hard enough. You knew he wanted to be pampered, not mangled.
He didn’t seem to hold you in the same regard because he began to bite your nipple. It wasn’t very hard, but still you yelped.
“Hey! Don’t hurt her, you dingus,” Eren teased.
He pulled on Zeke’s wagging tail.
“What good does hurting me do?” He asked ruefully.
You ran your fingers through his soft hair and gave it a tug.
“Not you too.”
“It’s not my fault it’s so fun to be a little mean to you… Do you want us to stop?”
“No,” Zeke mumbled. “I—I like it.”
Eren pulled on his tail again. Zeke groaned and buried his face into your neck. You patted his head and told him how good of a boy he was.
“How good?” He asked, nipping at your neck.
“The best.”
“What about me?” Eren asked.
“You’re a good boy too, I guess.”
Zeke smirked and began to stroke the length of his cock. He gently nudged you back down, leaving you supine. He rubbed his cocktip on your throbbing clit, leaving a few droplets of precum behind. Eren sighed and moved so that he was lying next to you.
“I needed a better view,” he admitted.
“Fair enough,” Zeke groaned as he slid his cock inside you.
Eren stuck his hand under his sweatpants and began to jerk off. You were ecstatic he wanted to watch Zeke split you in two.
Zeke’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He let his cock gradually stretch out your tight cunt. You loved the fullness you felt, how his cock swelled inside you. It was a sensation you’d never been blessed with before. You felt like you were seeing stars as Zeke picked up the pace. His balls slapped against your taint, leaving a stinging pain in their wake.
“You can fuck her harder than that,” Eren heckled through gritted teeth.
His sweatpants had a sizable wet spot.
“Leave me alone,” Zeke mumbled.
You pinched his ear and gently pulled on it.
“Are you gonna cry, Zekey?”
“Please do not call me that. And what the? No, I’m not going to cry.”
“You do when you jerk off with her underwear,” Eren laughed.
Zeke lost his rhythm; his thrusts became erratic. His cock was hitting your cervix. You felt a dull ache in the depths of your cunt.
“That was one time. I don’t always cry after I come.”
You grabbed his ass and pulled his body closer to you. He let out a low groan as you dug your nails into his voluptuous ass.
“Come on. Cry for me, crybaby,” you teased.
Zeke knitted his brow and didn’t heed your remark. He just kept thrusting away. You felt your orgasm cresting the horizon. You bucked your hips against Zeke.
Eren moaned and ended up coming all over his hand. He licked his palm clean. You were disappointed he didn’t let you lap up his cum.
“Hey, Zeke,” Eren said, catching his breath.
Zeke asked, “What is it now?”
Eren got up and yanked on Zeke’s tail.
“Goddammit!”
“Pull on it again,” you moaned, digging your nails deeper into his plush ass.
Eren was more than happy to comply. A few tears fell from Zeke’s starry, grey eyes.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“Nah,” he coughed out as Eren tugged on it again. “Maybe a little.”
“Should we g—go easier on you?” You stammered, trying to stave off your orgasm.
“No. Keep doing it.”
Eren moved one of your hands away from Zeke’s ass cheek and he gave it a firm spank.
“Eren!” Zeke yelped.
“Too hard?”
“Just a fucking little!”
You stroked Zeke’s beard, directing his attention on you. He sighed as you tightened around the length of his cock. He gritted his teeth as you writhed underneath him. Eren spanked his ass again, but this time it was gentler. It was inaudible and your little, flaxen dogboy didn’t cry out in pain.
“I’m gonna—“ You desperately moaned.
Zeke gazed down at you; his eyes were dark with lust. They were the color of clouds right before a thunderstorm. You wanted to get caught in his downpour. He fucked you harder than he had before. His cock continued to swell. Your juices flowed from your cunt, intermingling with Zeke’s precum.
“Is he crying?” Eren asked.
You were too caught up in your orgasm to humor Eren’s relentless teasing. Your toes curled and you saw white as you came.
“You look so pretty taking my co—Fuck! Eren!”
You glanced at Eren who had once again pulled on Zeke’s tail. You giggled as Zeke grunted. You used your thumb to wipe away the little tears that had collected in his lower lashes.
“Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?”
He nodded and bucked his hips. A steady stream of cum filled your cunt to the brim. You were stuffed full of its milky warmth and his throbbing knot. You held him close to your body as he finished. Eren, being the little shit he was, tugged on Zeke’s tail one last time. The blonde let out a few whimpers before he collapsed. He was careful not to put his full weight on you.
“Can I come for you like a good boy now?” Eren asked.
“You gotta w—wait a bit. I’m stuck in her for the time being.”
You rubbed Zeke’s ass and he nuzzled his face into your neck. He could be so affectionate. If you ever tried to tell anyone, they’d never believe you. The only people that ever saw this side of him were you and Eren.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get your turn,” you said, gesturing to Eren to cuddle up beside you.
Eren did and weaseled his way under your arm. You gave him a little peck on the cheek. It would only be a matter of time before Zeke could pull out and let Eren have his turn.
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HOOKED
Han Jisung x Fem!reader
You spend the night after what was supposed to be a casual tinder hookup with your high school crush.
18+plz&thnx!!! MDNI!!
Warnings: smut. unprotected sex. 69. creampie. cursing.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Writers note: Yeees hello. This is more brain rot that has been sitting for a few months. I didn’t like it and now I kinda do so I said fuck it. Hope you like!
cas xx
“How is it, that you’ve slept with a bunch of guys, but you don’t know how to ride dick?” Your sister teased, sitting on your bed as you dug through your closet in attempt to find something cute to wear. “Drunken one night stands in collage didn’t give me a chance” You sassed, throwing one of her shirts you had stolen in her direction.
Once you found a cute lacey top, you quickly pulled an oversized hoddie on before plopping next to your sister on the bed. "You're like a kinder surprise." She poked, grabbing the laptop and continuing her creeping on the boy you had been chatting with on Tinder, your highschool crush, Han. "What the fuck does that mean?" You question. "Boring on the outside but a surprise when you unwrap it." You couldn't help but scoff at her lame joke.
Your sister let you have the car for the night, joking she had put a tracker on it and would know if you got kidnapped. She was dramatic like that, but meant well. When you arrived at Han's house, you sent a quick 'here' text to her before hoping out and slowly walking to the front of the car, sending Han the same text. He was quick to open the door, greeting you with a hug before leading you down stairs. "Parents are out of town, but this is my little cave. Other than food, I live down here."
You had settled in rather quickly, sharing a joint with Han as you reconnected about what has been going on in your life since graduation. It wasn't long before you settled into the couch and started a movie, enough space to fit another person. You excused yourself to the bathroom, quickly texting your sister. Your chats with Han had been innocent until a few nights ago, during a game of 20 questions, you asked if he ever had a girl ride him, something that had been stuck in your mind after a specific porno had been your go to rub-bud.
Your sister replied right away, telling you to take the lead. After a quick pee, you slid from your sweater, adjusting the lace along your breasts and messing your hair a bit before returning to the couch.
“Did I miss anything good?” You question, plopping yourself directly next to Han, running your hand through your hair as you tilted your head towards him. Han struggled to find his words for a few seconds, his eyes wide and scanning your body before returning to your face. “I like your shirt. It’s a nice shirt.” He finally got out, his cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words.
A few moments passed, your eyes flashing from the screen to Han's hands, biting your lip as you noticed the veins that ran along his arms. Your pointer finger slowly traced along his hand and wrist, goosebumps rising under your touch. Han's hand moved onto your thigh, gripping gently as his eyes stayed mostly on the tv.
You continued to move your finger across his skin, tracing his veins, gently scratching the inside of his wrist. It wasn't very hard to notice the erection growing inside Han's sweat pants.
His hand inched up your thigh, easily spreading them slightly as his fingers found your clit and started to move slowly. The smallest moan escaped your lips, your nails digging into him slightly at the feeling of his touch.
Han moved slightly to readjust himself, a small smirk pulling at his lips as you copied, moving yourself to a more comfortable position. You leaned into Han, allowing his arm to cover yours, giving him better access to you. His fingers started movement again, slowly pleasing you over the thin fabric of your leggings.
Your hand made an attempt to slip into his pants, but was quickly cut off. "Not yet." He smirked, his fingers picking up speed.
Han’s fingers continue to move in a rhythmic motion over your leggings, soft moans leaving your lips every now and then. You couldn’t hold back when a small shutter shot through your body, allowing his name to quietly escape your mouth.
It must have struck a cord as he turned his attention away from the movie. Han’s body shifted with yours, allowing him to hover over you, his fingers still working slowly at your clit while the other roamed your body. You pulled him into you, your lips meeting with his, sharing gentle kisses while your clothes started to hit the floor.
You intensified the kiss, gently biting his lip as your hand reached down to pump his length, a beautiful thick mass curved to perfection. Han smirked proudly as you praise his cock, his fingers worked towards your entrance, teasing at first before slipping two fingers inside, his hand matching paces with your strokes.
A quiet whimper escaped your lips as his tongue slid in your mouth, fighting with yours for control. Warmth left your core as his hand wrapped around your neck, his body rolling into yours. “I want you to sit on my face.” He hissed against your lips, reversing positions so you were on top.
His hand slapped down on your ass before pulling your core towards his face, his tongue working swiftly at your clit. “Fuck Han..” you moaned quietly, your nails digging into his tights as you reach down to take his cock in your mouth.
His tongue easily worked between your folds, swirling circles and sucking at your clit. Your mouth worked on his cock but you couldn’t hold back a wave of small whines as he plunged two fingers in your hole, adding to the already incredible sensation you were feeling.
“Fuck..holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hand slapped down on your ass again, his movements hitting key points perfectly. You felt your peak hit, a cluster of moans and curses escaping as your body shook with pleasure.
Rotating, you pressed your lips into Han's, tongue pushing inside to tango with his. Your hips lowered, pussy sitting on his length as you grinded slowly against him, his cock sliding easily with help of your slick.
His hand slapped down on your ass again, a little harder this time. A small whine escaped your lips as your cheek started to tingle from his slaps, his hands guiding your hips as you slid along his shaft. "Cum for me again." He ordered, his hand wrapping into your hair as he moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.
Your nails dug into his chest as your clit twitched against him, your body starting to shake as your peak approached. Han pulled you into him, hand slapping down on your ass again as you started to cum again.
"Let me ride your cock." You say into his ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. He scooted up a bit, pulling you with him as his mouth found your breasts and you positioned yourself, teasing your entrance with his thick cock head before slowly pushing it in.
“So fucking tight." Han smirked, his eyes watching you try to take his mass, barely able to fit him in. Your hips bobbed slowly as your walls started to stretch, finally taking his full length. You whined quietly, moving yourself up and down, trying to find a comfortable pace. Your mind flashed back to the video you enjoyed and you tried to copy the motions.
Straightening yourself up, you took his full length as deep as it could go, moving back up slowly and repeating the action. You played with your breasts as you found the right pace bouncing happily.
It wasn’t long before you rolled into your third orgasm, bottoming out on Han as your legs shook violently. His hand reached up to your neck, pulling you towards him as he crashed him lips into yours, his hips thrusting hard into you. “You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled against your lips.
The fourth orgasms came as a surprise when his thrusting turned hard and fast, skin slapping together and turning red from impact. You hid your face in his neck, muffling your screams against his skin.
His pace finally slowed and his arms swiftly flipped you and positioned you on all fours on the couch, where you slumped against the back for support. You felt fuzzy and so satisfied, you just let Han have his way with you. Dick drunk and shaking with pleasure.
He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside, his hand slapping down and grabbing your ass as he thrusted slowly, trying his best to keep himself composed as the new position drove him crazy.
“You gonna cum for me again princess?” His words sent a shiver up your spine, no one ever gave you a pet name. You bit your lip and nodded, looking back at him as he watched himself move in and out of your tight hole.
It didn’t take long before you felt yourself peaking again, your hands grabbing the fabric of the couch as you rode out your orgasm. Han quickly pulled out, “Good girl.”
He moved himself to the floor, pulling you down onto his lap, lips finding yours immediately as you pushed his cock back inside you. Your swollen pussy hugging his length.
Your lips worked perfectly with his, soft tender kisses as you hips slowly milling with his, small bounces being added here and there. You finally managed to open your eyes, lust filled and sparkling as you look down at Han, your hands training his chest muscles down to his abs.
“I want you to cum for me.” You told him, your words making his cock twitch slightly. You smirked, leaning down so your lips were close to his ear, “Cum in my fucking pussy.” You whisper in a moan, his hand slapping down on your ass as his other reached for your neck, pulling you forward so he could look at you.
Your eyes were rolled back slightly, mouth partially open, small beads of sweat starting to pool at your hairline. Pure bliss taking over your body as you rutted against him, your combined fluids the only sound other than the moans you both shared. His cock started to twitch again, firming even more as his seed started to shoot. “Fuck…fucking cum—I’m fucking cumming.” He hissed, his hand on your ass guiding your hips quickly, allowing him to empty every bit deep inside you.
Your final orgasm rolled out with his and you swore it was from how hot he looked when he finished. His hips jerked into you a few times, before settling and you straddled his waist for a moment before sliding off, cum flowing from your pussy onto his stomach and waist. A small laugh escaped his lips, breaths calming as he looked at you, hands running over your body. “Holy shit” He moaned
You weakly laid against his body, aftershocks shooting throughout yours. You spent a while in the same position, chatting and giggling about common interests before getting up to shower.
You texted your sister that you were staying the night and threw your phone to the side, joining Han in his bed as he turned a movie on and cuddled close to you before falling asleep just before you did.
The next morning you woke up alone and groaned while stretching. You grabbed one of Han’s shirts and followed the music coming from the upstairs kitchen.
“I hope you like blueberry pancakes.” He said as you walked in the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “You look so beautiful.”
You blushed a deep red as you made your way over to him, quickly kissing his cheek before ripping a piece of pancake and eating it. You hopped on the counter, poking his nose. “Thank you handsome. I might steal this, it’s comfy.” You smiled
“Does that mean every time you come here, you’re gonna steal my clothes?” He laughed, going over to you and rubbing his nose against yours before deeply kissing you.
You draped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the hair on the back of his head as you returned the kiss. “I just might.” You giggled against his lips.
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Intertwined // 04
04 - Snapped Neck
pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo
masterlists: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.1k
warnings; VERY SAD 🥲, mild yelling/verbal abuse?, hints at past abuse, reference to past character death, noah is a devastated horrible depressed mess, short time skips, don’t say i didn’t warn you - sorry in advance, don’t hate me 🥲
reminder; THIS IS AU, nothing is meant to be accurate, including family history/events/dynamics/members/names !!
a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
i’d like to offer a small playlist for this chapter:
seven - taylor swift
matilda - harry styles
winner - conan gray
hard times - ethel cain
anything 4 u - LANY
if it keeps you up at night - the swoons
-NOAH-
After much-needed water bottles, I’m finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. Folio’s asleep in bed next to me while I lay on a laughably thin blanket on the floor. My eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and all I’m focused on is the popcorn ceiling and counting each plaster peak.
The party rages on the other side of the room and I wonder if anyone out there is sober enough to take me home. It’s almost 1 am and the party hasn’t slowed down. I sigh roughly and roll over to wrap the thin pillow around my head to cover both ears. Even through the cotton I can still vaguely hear the music and a song starts that Nicholas and I were obsessed with a couple months ago.
I chuckle quietly at the lyrics,
“That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch…”
Such a silly song, even though it’s nothing like what we play or what we regularly listen to – we somehow always get the same pop-y songs stuck in our heads at the same time, then end up loving them unironically.
I shake my head with a stupid grin, thinking about the time we were in the kitchen doing a proper, ridiculous performance while we blasted it through a Google speaker. It started with that song but then snowballed into an entire concert at 2 am – all while his little sister just made fun of us, until she eventually caved in and joined our set.
We were all mic-ed up: me a dustpan, Nicholas a broom, and Stella a spatula.
I dig my front teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a laugh that would definitely wake up Folio.
The memory makes the ground below me that much more rigid.
I’ve already tried sleeping every which way on this god-forsaken carpet, but I can’t seem to get comfy.
The hard floor must be the reason I can’t fall asleep.
I flip back to lay flat.
I don’t really understand why Nick got so upset, but it’s been a long night, so I guess I get it. I’m sure he wasn’t thrilled about getting in the lake. Fucking Folio.
And I know he doesn’t like parties.
I don’t really like them either. I think? Maybe I do now? I don’t know.
But I didn’t want to do this without him.
And I just let him leave like that…
God why did I let him leave.
I want to go home.
I need to go home.
There’s a sharp twist in my stomach when I unlock my dying phone and find no texts from him.
I open my bank app to check my balance. $33.87.
I exit and click on the Uber app, put in our address to see the price. $27.59.
I hit request.
I get home after an Uber ride from a questionable middle-aged man with ridiculous combover.
I fumble with my keys at the front door only to find that it’s not locked. I press my weight against the creaky wooden door to push it open. The house is quiet, if Nick’s car wasn’t in the driveway, I’d think the house was completely empty.
I quietly set my keys down on the wooden dining table across from the kitchen. The bedroom door in the hallway is closed, which I expected. I cross the linoleum and very gently twist the doorknob to peer inside. The small room is illuminated solely by moonlight beaming in through the large window by the bed. I step into the room and click the door closed behind me. When I walk over to the bed, the shimmering white light acts like a spotlight on his face and what I notice churns something deep in my chest. Dried streaks coat his face and look almost like rivers from puffy red eyes.
Surely, he didn’t come home that upset because of the argument we had, right?
I tug at my lip and very gently slip into bed beside him beneath the puffy duvet. The movement causes Nicholas to stir and turn away from me. I stay completely still, not even moving a muscle until he’s completely settled then turn in the same direction as him, just inches away from his back.
If he’s that upset with me, would he even want me here?
Am I intruding?
Is it really intruding if I live here too?
Maybe I should’ve stayed on Folio’s floor.
It’s only then that it really sets in that I really moved out, well more like kicked out, and I live here now. Mostly anyway.
But just because you live somewhere doesn’t mean it’s your home. While I love living with my best friend, and I love his family, and they feel like family – they’re not. As much as they try to not make me feel like one, I am an outsider here.
Even Folio in his frat house, sure he just got hazed and whatever, but he belongs there.
I don’t belong anywhere.
The closest thing I’ve gotten to what I imagine belonging feels like, is with Nicholas. But again, he has no tie to me. We’re friends of course, but if I pissed him off and he wanted me gone… well I’d have nothing. I’d have nowhere to go.
I hate this feeling, this feeling of relying on people.
It’s weird taking up space somewhere you have to walk on eggshells because it’s not yours. Because you don’t belong.
It’s not like I felt like I belonged at home either, not after Mom passed.
So here is better than there at least.
At least there’s no yelling or slamming doors here.
My eyes drift through the moonlit darkness to the small pile of my belongings in the corner of the room. The sight sends a chill up my spine and my heart rate noticeably rises. I’m reminded that there are still some things waiting for me at my stepdad’s.
I want the ability to truly get on my own, if I don’t want to rely on people, I need to get my stuff so that I can actually make something of myself.
I need to at least try.
And to do that, I need my guitar and my keyboard. I’m nothing without them – and I won’t be able to be anything without them.
-NICHOLAS-
My eyes shoot open when shrill screams fill my eardrums. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise, especially since I had gone to bed alone.
I don’t have the luxury of trying to figure out how Noah got home, just that he is and he’s having another night terror.
“Fuck.” I mutter.
Because I did such a great fucking job dealing with this last time.
I tug at his freezing cold arm and shake him vigorously but of course, it didn’t do much the first time, why would it have a different result now.
I replicate what I did the last time and straddle his lap, grabbing his wrists and pinning them at his sides to restrain his jerky movements.
“NOAH!” I repeat his name with increasing volume.
He wakes up slowly after a couple times of calling his name.
“Nicholas?” He asks groggily, with furrowed brows and squinted eyes.
I sigh, “Night terror.” I state curtly and pull off him, landing beside him with my back towards him.
“Oh.” He says softly and his eyes falter. “Sorry.”
There’s a twist of guilt in my gut because I should be softer with him after his terror, but I just don’t have it in me tonight. The teary soreness in my eyes reminds me just how much I don’t have it in me. I tug the sheets closer to my body.
He rustles around a bit trying to get comfortable, but I fall back asleep quickly. For a bit.
It’s not long after, maybe an hour or two, that I’m awoken once again but this time to a bunch of noise and the overhead light on at full brightness.
“What the fuck.” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing one eye while keeping the other mostly shut.
I turn to find Noah sitting on folded knees, manically rummaging through the couple bags he moved in with. He’s ripping through each one, tossing pieces of clothing out left and right, shaking out the empty bags as if they have hidden compartments.
“What the fuck are you doing Noah.” I ask, my tone soaked in annoyance, exhaustion, and anger.
“I can’t find some of my shirts. I need to get the rest of my shit out. Today.” He replies, his words rushed.
My brows knit together at his sudden – and poorly timed – bout of bravery and motivation. He’d been putting this off and avoiding it for weeks. And now he’s tearing apart his stuff, throwing shit all over our room at 4:30 in the morning… after a night of drinking?
I yawn and shake my head in confusion, “Wait, wait, wait, how did you even get home?”
“Uber.” He replies simply, his gaze still focused on his third bag not even looking up at me.
“You took an Uber home?” I ask somewhat skeptically, “Why didn’t you just call me?”
His rummaging movements pause with a bundle of shirts in hand, “Didn’t wanna bother you.” Then continues digging through the bag.
Normally I would go on a tangent about how I’d rather call me to pick him up instead of doing something stupid like possibly be driven home by someone inebriated – but I’m much too depleted, both physically and emotionally to do so.
“Well, you should’ve called me.” I tug the cotton sheets closer to my body and bunch the material to my chest. “What is this really about? You’re acting so strange.”
I reach over to the light switch and turn the knob to dim the white-yellow hue of the light above us.
“I just need to get my shit, Nicholas.” He huffs, seeming aggravated by my questions.
“Well, you’re gonna go alone if you keep snapping at me like that.” I retort, even though I’d never let him go alone.
He exhales and deflates with a balled-up band tee in his hands. “I just need to do it today. If I don’t do it today, I might not ever be able to.”
Honestly, this is the last thing I fucking needed after earlier tonight. I just wanted to fucking sleep. And not be around Noah.
Yet here I am, awake, around too much Noah.
“Fine.” I sigh. “Fine, we can go today – but only if you fucking wrap up whatever the fuck you’re doing and come to bed. If we’re really doing this today, you don’t need to be sleep-deprived for it.”
“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly and begins gathering the clothes to shove back into the bags. “But I probably won’t be able to sleep.”
“Well, you should at least try.” I scoot back into my left side to make room for him.
The box spring squeaks under the weight of him when slides in and immediately turns away from me. Normally I would be a tad offended, but tonight, I’m grateful.
Surprisingly, small snoozy noises escape him not long after his head hit the pillow. I lay facing him, watching the rise and fall of his ribcage like a metronome.
Concern and fear suddenly flood my bloodstream like a bad drug. Getting most of his stuff out the first time was no picnic and I just know this last time is going to be even worse. Frankly, I’m a tad worried about the things he’d left behind, I wouldn’t put it past his stepdad to throw them out.
I shake my head and try to focus on my breathing to calm me down. When that doesn’t work, I try counting.
I drift off to sleep before 30.
My faux-leather steering wheel cover cracks under my fidgeting fingers. Noah can’t seem to sit still, running his hands up and down his thighs probably to self soothe. The anxiety is thick and tangible in the car. He would never admit it to me, but I know he’s scared shitless about going back home. Noah always tried to hide it from me, but I’m not stupid. It doesn’t matter how “anemic” or thin you are, you don’t amass that many bruises that frequently. I always wondered if that’s why he started wanting so many tattoos so suddenly. Maybe, on some level, that’s what made me want to start tattooing in the first place.
The normally 20-minute-long car ride felt like three hours, but when we arrived, I could’ve sworn it had only been 3 minutes.
I park on the curb at the end of the driveway and shut off the car. Just being on the tiny patch of lawn has my heart thumping through my chest and it’s not even my battle.
But I guess if I’m here with him,
If it’s his, it’s mine too.
As much as he wasn’t prepared to do this, neither was I. My gaze lands on the rectangular windows of the small yellow house. From the outside, it looks so normal, so happy even. It’s almost eerie how far from the truth that is.
I look over at him, just now realizing he hadn’t said a word the whole ride. He’s slumped in the passenger seat, one lanky arm wrapped around his own waist and the other stationed at his mouth. His eyes glued to the house behind me as he chews on his thumbnail.
“We can still go back home, Noah. We don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” I offer gently, mostly because I don’t think either of us are fully equipped to do this.
“No. I have to do this.” His eyes finally falter away from the house and land on me.
“Okay. You sure you’re ready?” I ask quietly.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “No. But I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, okay?” I hold out my pinky. “Always, remember?”
He nods and hooks onto my pinky. “Always.”
As expected, I’ve landed myself in the middle of a brawl between Noah and his stepdad. I feel guilty and useless standing there as a bystander not interfering, but my feet can’t seem to move and my vocal cords have ceased to function.
Noah started off strong, full of adrenaline and blind bravery, but it didn’t take long for George to wear him down.
My heart beats loud in my ears and I can’t hear a word they’re saying. All I see is him waving around Noah’s guitar like it’s a toy, using it as an extension of his exaggerated furious expressions. Noah’s tall, but George is much taller and stronger than him, so Noah just looks like a mouse running around an elephant, scrambling trying to snatch the instrument back.
I’m not sure what they’re even screaming about but the argument escalates further than I ever expected it to. My eyes round as I witness each of George’s hands slide to either end of the guitar’s neck.
No
He wouldn’t
As if in slow motion, I watch the light pale from Noah’s face. His eyes wide and teary, and his brows curled up. I can see the heartbreak in his dark brown eyes in real time as he watches his stepdad easily snap the neck of his beloved guitar.
The break is quick and sharp and fills the room with the sound of cords plucking and wood splintering. The noise after is even louder though, just jarring silence.
Until George opens his mouth again. “Get your sad, pathetic little toys and your little boyfriend out of my goddamn house.” Rasps his deep Western accent.
He forcefully tosses the broken instrument at Noah, hitting him so hard it knocks him backwards. The livid man storms across the house and slams the master bedroom door behind him.
Noah’s knees buckle and land harshly on the carpeted floor, holding the guitar in his arms as if it’s a wounded soldier in battle. His face scrunches up around his eyes and tears just begin pouring from him. His chest hiccups with each sob that escapes. He curls the wooden pieces in his arms into his chest and rests his forehead against the curve of the guitar. His cries heave his entire body.
I’m frozen where I stand. What I just witnessed might as well have been a murder. I’ve seen Noah cry, of course, but this is something I’ve only ever seen once before. Besides that one time, I’ve never seen him this bad. At least, he’s never letme see him this bad.
I gently meet him on the floor. For some reason, I feel hesitant to touch him, but I can’t just sit here and do nothing.
I don’t dare even touch the arms that are gripped onto his guitar so, I rest my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t even react to my touch at all, as if he can’t even feel it.
“Noah…” I say cautiously. “Let’s just get you out of here, okay? We just need to grab your stuff and get out. We can figure this out later… later when we’re not here.”
He doesn’t respond and when I try to nudge him even a little bit, he’s solid like concrete where he’s kneeled.
“C’mon Noah we gotta go.” I stretch up to double-check that the bedroom door is still closed. “I’ll get the rest of your stuff. We just need to get you out of here.” I urge and squeeze his shoulder a bit.
His fingers dig into the instrument as he takes a deep sniffle and screws his eyes shut tight, shoving the salty tears out. He just gives me a little nod against the guitar, letting me know that he understands but doesn’t move.
“Please, Noah.” I beg and try pulling at his arm again. “Please get up. I need you to get up for me.”
He gives a little of his arm to me and not much more. But I take what I can get and use both of my arms to weakly lift him up from the floor by his underarms. I basically carry him out of the house, his body limp as I drag him backwards across the overgrown lawn. Shards of dying grass cling to our clothes and dust kicks up all over the back of his jeans.
I feebly open my back door and let him crawl into the backseat with the guitar tight in his grip. He immediately lays with it across the cushions and some boxes.
Luckily, we had gotten most of his belongings already so there was just the final sweep left to do.
Thankfully, George is still holed up in his room, though that doesn’t ease my panicked heart-pounding in my ears. Noah’s room is completely bare except for a half-filled trash bag of miscellaneous belongings. I drag the heavy bag across the stained beige carpet, but I stop at something that catches my eye.
In one cubicle of many that make up a huge bookshelf are a couple of photo albums in chronological order spanning over a few years. From the peek-through covers I can tell that they’re filled with pictures of his parents, or maybe at least his mom.
My head snaps at a stir that comes from behind the bedroom door and in a split-second decision, I scoop all the photo albums and throw them into the black trash bag. I use all my strength to heave the now extra bulky bag across the yard as I run towards the car.
I toss the bag into the trunk and slam the door before rounding the car, throwing myself so hard into the driver’s seat that I nearly tip the car over. I take a glance in my rear-view to check on Noah and find his body tightly curled around the instrument sobbing even worse than how I left him. Seeing him like this… gives me an ache in my chest that I didn’t even know could hurt so much. It’s so excruciating that I could almost vomit from it.
I quickly shift the car into drive and speed off so fast that my wheels squeal.
I’m unsure what to do or what to say. It feels like saying anything would only make things worse at risk of saying something wrong. I always feel guilty when situations like this happen with his family because I can’t imagine what he feels. I don’t know what I’d do without my family, and I can’t even fathom someone treating their child like that, especially him. Noah is the last person on earth that deserves that.
I bite my nail as I walk back and forth in the living room lost in my thoughts.
“Honey, why don’t you come sit down?” My mom suggests patting the couch cushion next to her. “Pacing around the living room isn’t going to help anything.”
I sigh and meet her on the couch, “You should’ve seen him, Mamá.” I run my fingers through my sweat-coated roots. “Oh my god, it was horrible.”
She begins rubbing small circles into my back, “I know Gatito.” She tries to soothe, using her Spanish nickname for me – she always told me I resembled a small cat. “But we know what his family is like, I’m surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.”
“Yeah…” I trail off, biting down hard on my thumbnail thinking of all the things we never told her his stepdad had done. If she knew the things he’d done to him – especially in front of me – who knows what she’d do. She’s a Hispanic single mother, nothing would be able to stop her – and a George vs. Mom battle royal is the last thing we need.
“I’ve just never seen anyone that… defeated before. That guitar was everything to him.” I hang my head and use both hands to cover my face.
“Well, you know, maybe we could pull together some extra money by Christmas?” She offers. “I could pick up some extra shifts at the hospital.”
“No, no, Mom, you don’t understand.” I sigh and turn my head to her against my propped palm. “His mom gave him that guitar.”
“Oh.” She replies solemnly in understanding.
“There’s a music store in town where I get my vinyls, they do repairs there.” My sister speaks up from across the room, resting on the column that separates the living room from the kitchen. “Maybe you could see if they could fix it?”
I blink blankly as I process her words and it’s like a lightbulb illuminates above my head. “You actually might have a good idea for once Stell.”
She rolls her eyes, “I’m trying to be helpful, you don’t have to be rude.”
“I’m your brother, it’s kind of my job to be rude.”
“Whatever.” She takes a sip from her obnoxiously sized water bottle. “There’s a really cute guy that works there, I think he does most of the repairs. His name is Jolly, tell him Stella sent you.” She winks.
“Augh.” I groan in disgust and wave her boy craze away. “I’ll be sure to do that.” I add sarcastically.
A serious stillness falls over the room like everyone is equally unsure of how to proceed.
“What are you gonna do about Noah?” Stella asks softly, her voice laced with concern.
My leg bounces in anxious uncertainty as my eyes drift over to my closed bedroom door.
“I don’t know.”
I gently knock on my door and slowly creek it open. The room is pitch black with just Noah on the bed curled up around his guitar, his shoulder length hair splayed across the pillows, and the duvet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’d been hidden away in my room like this since we got home.
“You awake?” I question timidly, readjusting the tray in my hands.
It takes a moment, but he replies with a tiny, short groan.
“I brought you soup. You know, the chicken noodle my mom makes that you like so much?”
Another brief pause followed by a slightly more intrigued grumble.
I take it as permission to enter and precariously make my way over to him. There’s a sliver of mattress left behind him, and I fit half my ass on it.
I allow him the space to be quiet with me for a bit.
“How are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s an asinine question.
He just sniffles.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I sigh quietly. “Is there anything I can do?”
He sniffles again and scooches further into the bed, onto my side.
I silently tap my index finger on the plastic tray, pondering what that could mean before I speak. “You want me to lay with you?”
He gives a small ‘mhm’ groan.
“Okay, I can do that. But can you eat for me?”
He replies with a ‘nuh-uh’ whine.
I exhale knowing this was going to be an uphill battle. “Noah, you’ve gotta eat.”
He shakes his head in resistance again.
“C’mon, just a couple bites…for me?”
A pause before he lets out a defiant but agreeing sigh.
“You’re not gonna move, are you?”
He shakes his head.
I breathe out trying not to sound annoyed because I should be grateful that he even cooperated this much.
Maneuvering around him from behind, I hold the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Thankfully, the soup had cooled down to just a bit warmer than room temperature. I scoop a spoonful of it, making sure to get a little bit of everything: noodle, chicken, and carrot – if he’s only going to take a couple bites, I have to make sure they count. I carefully bring the spoon over to his lips, he lifts his head just a bit and takes the spoonful into his mouth. He let me give him 4 or 5 bites, which was more than I expected, before rejecting the rest.
I set the bowl on the nightstand, lift the sheets, and nestle into the space he made for me.
“Thanks for eating.” I say quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”
He nods mutely.
I press my lips together. “I’m sorry about what happened today.”
He’s silent. Slowly but surely sniffles and sobs begin to pour from him again. I immediately feel the twist of guilt in my stomach for being the one to trigger his tears again.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I can leave if you want some priv–“
His hand reaches behind him and firmly captures my wrist.
“Stay.” He begs in a coarse whisper, the first thing he’s said since we came home. “Please?”
His voice is so cracked and hoarse, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was sick.
I falter a second to respond but he must’ve felt the hesitation.
“It helps.” He croaks. “Remember?”
The churn in my chest returns and there’s an ache in my heart that accompanies it. If I could somehow magically take all of this away, I would, even if it meant trading places with him. Even if it meant I’d be the one hurting instead.
I feel so fucking useless, not being able to do much for him.
But at least I can do this.
“Okay.” I respond cautiously and settle further into the bed, now essentially spooned around his body.
His grip on my wrist never left so I let our joined arms rest on his hip. I can’t seem to gather with the right words to say to him, I mean what can you really say after something like that?
So, I offer him the only words that feel suitable.
“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. You know that right?”
There’s a long quiet, so long that I think he may have fallen asleep.
But then he squeezes my wrist.
“Thank you.”
I sense the urge to do something, but I’m not sure how he’ll react. I don’t know, maybe it would help?
I tug at where his hand meets mine and he gives me an upset grumble, like he doesn’t want me to leave.
“I just… is it okay if - can I try something?” I ask shyly, suddenly very nervous, nervous enough to have my heart racing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his brows furrowing. I can tell he wants to be stubborn and keep me latched there, but curiosity always gets the best of him. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist.
I didn’t notice that my palms were sweating until I’ve retrieved my hand. I press my lips flat and feel like my ribcage could burst open at any minute from how hard my heart beats against it.
My body is screaming at me to do it and as much as I want to fight it, I can’t.
Maybe it would help
I let my arm go where it wants to go. It slithers beneath the covers and through the space between Noah’s arm and his side. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull flush against him.
We both freeze. My ears grow warm as the hour-long seconds pass.
Maybe he’s uncomfortable
Maybe he thinks this is weird
Maybe it is weird?
Is this weird?
Maybe he doesn’t like it
Maybe I’m making it worse
Maybe–
Unexpectedly, he just melts into me. His body molds into my arms like they were made just for him.
He finds my arm and brings it to his face, pressing his damp, swollen eyes against it. Small sobs fall into my arm and his grip on me is so tight I could turn blue.
Maybe he feels safe, and maybe he just needed to feel safe to let the rest out.
My own eyes well up at the sound of him, at the feeling of his body heaving in my arms. I press my forehead against his shoulder.
“I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna be here.” I reassure him again through my own held-back tears.
He wipes his tears off with the collar of his shirt before pulling my arm back around his chest. He nuzzles into me, and I feel my heart swell so big it fills my entire chest.
I think I already know the answer, but I wanna hear it anyway.
“Does this help?”
He lets out a sleepy sigh as he nestles his back into my chest.
“You always help, Nicholas.”
Next Chapter -> 05 - Girl Crush*
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Do a fluff one with axl where you find out that you’re pregnant with fraternal twins but you’re scared to tell him
hii! i'd love to do this! thnx for ur req!
Shivering and Quivering
Warnings: None, pregnancy tw. Cursing. Vomit. (Minors can interact! But, you don't have to if ya prefer not to.)
Summary/Plot: In req by a lovely anon <3
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Your breasts felt sore. Your body felt weak, and you didn't feel well. It was almost like your body swelled up. Your hands shook, while you bent down and hovered over the toilet. Vomit spewed from you. You had missed ur period, and all the signs equaled to being pregnant. You felt full. Like someone filled you up. It didn't feel well.
Your legs quivered. You stood up shakily. You didn't think you were really pregnant. Axl was— hesitant on having kids. He didn't think you'd be pregnant either. But recently Axl gotten— extremely experimental during sex. You grabbed the small box from underneath the sink. You hesitated to open it, but ur hands controlled you, and continued to open the box. You pulled out the small test.
You took the test. Looking at the results, the two lines appeared. You started shaking even more than before. "Oh my fucking god," You muttered. You started crying. Tears streamed down ur cheeks. You didn't know what to say to Axl. You didn't know what to tell him. You decided to keep it a secret. Axl knocked on the bathroom door. "Y/N, are you alright? You've been in there for a while. Everything okay, babe?" Axl asked you, his rings scratching at the door. "I-I'm fine, Axl. I'll be out in a minute." You said, shaken. "Alright, just asking." He would murmur. You heard his footsteps travel away.
You hid the pregnancy test in ur pocket. You cleaned everything up, hiding the box. You walked out, cleaning ur eyes and making sure he didn't notice you crying. Axl walked towards you, hugging you. He kissed your nose, moving his hands to ur waist. He began to kiss ur neck and sleek jawline. "Axl, not today please, i'm just not feeling it." You said. "Oh, um. Okay, Sorry." Axl moved from you. He left a kiss on ur nose, before moving away from you. You headed off to bed. Ur eyes were heavy, and you felt awful.
Later in the next day, you scheduled a appointment with the doctor to get an ultrasound. During that appointment the doctor explained you have fraternal twins. She explained it to you and you were shocked and surprised. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know it was possible. You didn't wanna tell Axl. You were, overall— scared, and upset. You didn't think he'd want kids. You didn't think he would wanna parent kids. He was a rockstar, he couldn't always be there for the kids. You knew you had to do something.
You thought of an abortion at first. To get rid of the two eggs that had formed inside of you. But that was wrong. You didn't wanna get rid of the twins. You also wanted to have these kids, but you also didn't. You didn't know what Axl would think. You got home. Axl was home of course, sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hey, Axl. Can I talk to you?" You questioned. "Of course. Whats up?" Axl asked. He wasn't a easy person to talk to. "I'm pregnant." - "With Fraternal Twins." You said, sighing. Axl sat there, mouth open you sure it was gonna drop to the floor. "Holy shit-" Axl muttered. "That's.." He looked at the floor. "That's great, Y/N!" He smiled. "But, are you sure you want to have these kids?" He asked, walking towards you. He held ur hands. "Yes, I'm sure." You smiled.
"I can't believe I'm gonna be a father to two!" He said cheerfully. He hugged you. Kissing ur cheeks and everywhere around you. "You need anything? I'm here if you do." He asked. "I'm great, thanks. Do you mind going to the store and getting some things for me though?" You requested. " 'Course," Axl smiled.
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How do you become a professional cosplayer? Thnx :)
Hello there!
Short answer is: you don't lmao
Long answer is: it's complicated and incredibly difficult, and depends on what you mean by "professional."
If you mean "someone who judges contests and/or gets invited to cons," the VAST majority of those aren't professionals. They may or may not get an appearance fee, even, depending on the con. (Note to cosplayers: don't let cons take advantage of you by not paying you for your work for them! Always get per diem, travel, and hotel at BARE minimum, and preferably also an appearance fee.) This isn't that hard to do, but you need to have a portfolio that backs up why you would be a good guest, and a good reason why you'd be a good guest. It's just a matter of emailing and/or applying to cons. I've only guested once, but if you want tips, I can give them.
However, based on the phrasing, I'm assuming you are a newer cosplayer who isn't ready for that yet. I assume this because if you've been around a while, you know that this isn't a question. Not "this isn't a question you ask" (as in, we don't talk about it in polite society), but that this isn't really a *thing* in the way that people outside of the cosplay community seem to think it is.
(Side note: I remember this question being asked for at least 15, 20 years online lmao it's easier to make money cosplaying now than it was then, but it's still incredibly difficult to make a living wage and fully support yourself on cosplay.)
There are professional cosplayers out there, as in, people who make the majority or all of their income from cosplay. They tend to be few and far between, and one of the open secrets of the community is that some people who try to make a go at it are supported by a partner or family with money.
But! There are ways to make money as a cosplayer. It's difficult and unlikely, especially with how saturated the market is, but there are ways.
This is all from a USA perspective, which I assume you're from or at least a similar culture, since you're asking me and not, say, someone living in Japan.
Do commissions. This works once you have a high enough skill level to have a client base that wants to pay you for those skills. It's difficult to both get enough commissions and finish enough commissions to have a living wage, though, so it's really only recommended if you are fast at it and/or are okay with it being a side gig.
Start a business selling resources. Patterns, 3D models, resin kits, etc. You'll be operating on thin margins, there's competition out there, and you'll need to be good and fast at these things, but some business prowess, skill, and a bit of luck, and people have done it. Some people also sell tutorials and such, but I don't know how much they make.
Sell prints. This is going to be the hardest of these to make a living wage on. You can couple this with other things on this list to add supplemental income. Basically, sell pictures of yourself online and at cons, start a Patreon, become a booth babe (there isn't enough in the way of "official cosplayer" jobs to make a living on, and usually you aren't paid much and still have to make the costume), etc. This bullet point usually goes with the next two.
Become an influencer. Confession: I don't know quite how this works, but your money would be coming from sponsorships, paid posts, youtube ad revenue, etc. This is also a lot of work, and you would basically be hustling 24/7. Think of the direction you would want to take this and what specific thing you would offer that sets you apart, and.....figure out how to become an influencer lmao. idk if there are cosplay influencers that make a full living off of it since it's a somewhat newer field and far from what I do, but the margin of success is also pretty small, I'd imagine.
Sex work. This is even further from what I know about, so I have NO idea how much money you would make or how to get into it. I'm sure there are guides online. You can do anything from the extremely soft (think gravure modeling: sexy clothes, lingerie, sexy poses, light nudity) to harder stuff (depicting sex acts, whether solo or with toys or partners, catering to fetishes in addition to cosplay, camming, etc.). This is going to be difficult as well and while all of these are not for everyone, this one especially. (Honestly not my thing at all but so much respect for people who can handle it.) You'll want to keep yourself safe online for SURE if you go into this, and it will require stricter safety measures than the rest of these (which also require strict safety measures). Also think long and hard about whether you want the stigma following you: unfortunately, our society still stigmatizes sex work, and you can lose jobs, friends, etc. if people find out, and it'll be hard to physically get and keep your money because of banks and credit card processors not accepting sex work money. This isn't to say "don't do it" but it's something to really think about and look into. IDK where to get advice on the cosplay specific side of this, but Slate's How to Do It column has had a few letters about sex work generally over the years -- here's a few -- and usually Stoya points the letter writer to further resources. (Also tends to be only cosplay adjacent from what I've seen? You'll be dressing up but won't be wearing much in the way of costumes lmao)
There might be more ways that I can't think of, but these are the main ones you will encounter. Again, being a professional cosplayer isn't really like....a thing. Most people who have done it have had a long and difficult career of carving out space for themselves and finding income streams. There really isn't something, at least here, that is having someone pay you to exist in cosplay, unfortunately.
I'm also assuming you aren't talking about costuming generally as a career, which is a whole different ballpark. Actually, that might be something to look into as a career to fund your cosplay hobby (and possible cosplay side gig) if you are interested. Otherwise, enjoy it as a hobby, slowly build a business if you think you are up to it, and see where it takes you. :]
I hope that helps! Good luck
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Hey! Hope you’re doing well. For the prompt how about 42, 44&45 for jungkook?
Thnx 💜💜
tea leaves what do you see?...
it was dinnertime, the house began to warm with the scent of garlic & basil filling the air as the two of you made pasta. your lovely boyfriend providing the music dancing through the house. while he took care of the meat on the stovetop, you were cutting the veggies. “hey babe?” kook asked as he stirred the sauce. “yeah” you replied setting the knife down leaning against the cutting board to answer his question. as you went back to dicing your hand brushed against the knife handle making the knife fall. as it fell, without thinking you tried to catch it, by throwing your leg against the cupboard hoping to stop it from hitting the ground. on the way down instead of catching it the knife caught your thigh leaving a sizeable cut across it. “ahh” you winced. your boyfriend spun around to look in your direction to see what had happened. seeing the long wound on your leg he ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms & bringing you to the couch so he could take a better look at it. “hold on, stay right there” he said then running to the bathroom to grab the first aid box from under the sink. he came back quickly with the big white box setting it down next to you. he took out some gauze covering your cut with them, applying some pressure to it to stop it bleeding quicker. “oww” you cried. “i'm sorry baby, i need it to stop bleeding so i can look at it; so i can take care of you” he frowned seeing how much pain you were in. “nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?” “nothing's gonna happen to you i promise. it's really not very deep, it's just bleeding a bit” he reassured you. after a few minutes he softened the pressure of his hands on your thigh & took a look at the cut. “it's not too bad, i just have to clean it & wrap it up” he smiled grabbing your hands & waving them around in celebration. you smiled at his attempt to cheer you up. but your smile turned into concern focusing back on the word clean. “clean? but that's gonna hurt so bad” you began to feel overwhelmed with tears again. “only for a few seconds baby, i love you too much to leave you like this. i don't want you getting an infection” he gave you a sympathetic smile while he softly rubbed the side of your leg. “i promise i'll be as fast as i can” he convinced you further. “okay...” you agreed reluctantly. he brought out some clean gauze & the solution to clean your wound. “okay this is how i'm gonna do it, i'm gonna pour the solution on the gauze & im gonna go over the cut a few times to make sure it gets in there okay? i'll go fast; are you ready?” he saw you looking unsure. he prepared the gauze “here, squeeze my hand” he gave you his free hand & gave your hand a few good squeezes. “on three okay. one...two...three” he quickly but gently swiped over your thigh a few times with the wet gauze.“AH” you yelped, the solution felt like lemon on a papercut multiplied by ten. you squeezed koo's hand tight shutting your eyes. “i know it hurts. i'm sorry, i know baby” he said throwing the gauze as he was finished with it. he quickly gave you his other hand to squeeze. “i'm so sorry honey” it hurt him so bad seeing you in such pain it made his heart squeeze every time he felt you tighten your grip on him. the stinging lessened away after a minute. he kissed the tops of your hands, pulling on your arms so that you leaned towards him, pressing a kiss to your lips. he cupped your face with his hands wiping away all the tear streaks he could see with his thumbs. “now we just wrap it okay, sweetheart the hard part is over. i'm proud of you” “thank you baby, & thank you for taking care of me” you sniffed cupping his face. he just about melted before looking for the wrap. after finding it he gently but securely wrapped your thigh, kissing the top of your injury when he was finished. he got up to check the kitchen for anything salvagable. he came back & sat behind you pulling your back to his chest; “i think we should order take out instead, all we were cooking is burnt” you both laughed.
he babied you all night as you ate & watched a movie.
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Heyy Bonnie I was hoping to request a rough dom Richie smut after he is revealed to be Ghostface and the reader knows its wrong but does it anyway (cause its Richie lol) thnx babes <3
“Richie?” you ask, though you’re not sure if you should have. Dead bodies are littered across the ground floor of this house, and he’s wearing the enigmatic ghost face cloak. You shouldn’t have fucking taken this road trip with the guy you’ve loved for seven years… no your best friend and his girlfriend of less than a year. If you just turn around and find a bus station, put all of this is beyond you, but you don’t fucking do that. Of course you don’t.
He drops the knife in his hand with a clatter that makes both of you flinch, and you lean back, as if you’re going to run, but your feet refuse. Fight or flight, but it sucks and now you’re standing here while Richie stalks closer and removes his mask.
“You gonna let me have my ending?’ he asks.
You nod, of course you will. Is it because you want to live, or because you want Riche? You’ve always wanted him.
“Good girl,” he sighs, and pulls you under his arm, the only two survivors of the massacre.
You nod and sigh and parrot Richie through the press and police. In his defense, you hadn’t actually seen him kill anyone, he’d kept you carefully away from anything. So when you told people you’d seen nothing, you really hadn’t.
“Would you still wanna kiss me?” he asks, and it parrots a question that was asked about a year earlier during a dumb party game.
“ who would you want to kiss”
They asked, and as much as you tried to play it cool you let yourself show, you felt hot all over and tried not to look at Richie. It was bad, you heard jeering, and you know Richie and Sam had a fight about it later just based on her body language, and several times later in their relationship for the sole reason he refused to block you, including almost the entire drive to Woodsboro. Sam couldn’t fathom why Richie had insisted you come along. You yourself only figured it out after she was cold.
That night, you tried to shrink into yourself, tired to call an Uber home, and when they were all busy, you fucked someone else that night.
You completely missed how fucked up that made Richie Kirsch. He lost his mind.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you ran, good girl,” he says, lips against your collarbone, “As long as you don’t tell on me.”
You don’t move, even though the rational parts are telling you to run; They have been for a month now. You sit on his lap, grinding your hips down on his.
“Wouldn’t run from you,” you hum, closing a Buzzfeed article titled ‘The two survivors of a real life Stab reboot: Whats next for them?’ on your phone and lean into his kisses.
His stubble scratches your bare skin, sure to cause a rash. You’re very familiar to this now, a burn against your skin, a kiss that lasts longer. His hands run down your back, securely planting themselves right above your ass.
“You were the perfect final girl,” he mutters, lips still brushing against your skin, “Even better than I had hoped.”
You hum, your hands finding his curls, nails running along his scalp.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch. It wasn’t a secret to you that the drinking game was what made Richie select you. His relationships with Sam, and by extent Amber, were false, but you failed to see what you did to him until you were standing in the middle of that living room, covered in blood and reeking of your own fear. It turned him on. Well, you got what you wanted. The guy of your dreams, and he’s all yours.
Your lips capture his in a searing kiss, clumsy lips smashing together. You playfully nip his bottom lip, stoking the fire in your core as you tease him.
He growls against your lips, and one of his hands raises before landing with a hard smack against your ass, making your hips stutter against his own.
“What if I want you to run?” he whispers against your mouth.
“What?” you pause to ask, almost confused, but he smacks your ass again and you wise up quickly.
“Run,” he growls, and you’re clambering off his lap quickly.
You take off, bare feet slapping against the antique wood floors of your now shared apartment as you run, trying to zig-zag your path to avoid his arms. He launches himself out of the computer chair after you, now on the hunt. This wasn’t unusual for you, in fact, it had become a regular game. Richie is an apex predator, and as such still needs the hunt. You know, you know, you know he’s told you to death that what happened in Woodsboro was the only time he would do anything that drastic, but he’s your best friend of almost a decade and you know him better. You pause for a moment as you round the living room couch, daring to look back at him, and he’s meeting your gaze bloodthirsty. You throw your head back laughing as you attempt to complete your dash towards the bedroom.
He tackles you just past the kitchen, in the hallway intersection nearest the bedroom. You land hard on your forearms, but it doesn’t hurt, not much. You laugh as he practically snarls at you, pulling down his sweatpants that were around your waist. You pretend to struggle for him.
“Please! Don’t kill me Mr Ghostface! I’ll give you anything!” you call out in jest as he then pulls down his own pants and props you up on your hands and knees in front of him. He enters you with no warming, the initial stretch burning, but because he cares (loves you even) he hugs you close from behind and kisses you, whispering soothing words into your hair.
Once you nod to him, he gets his green light. Richie pistons into you with reckless abandon, you hear his knees crack against the floors, hard and fast and sure to bruise your ass and the backs of your thighs.
“Cant. ever. run,” he pants “So. fucking. beautiful.”
You can’t help but whine his name in response, dropping you your elbows as you seek your own high in this.
Even before Woodsboro, you’d always imagined Richie to be like this. You always expected him to be into the extreme. Why? Stupid hope, probably. No one, man or woman, had every gotten you to come before him. You realized quickly in college that only the hardcore got a reaction from you.
This new angle has you whining, keening for him half crazed with excitement. If this felt less amazing, you probably should have called the police. Should have even done that the first night. This is fucking wrong, letting a murderer fuck you all over your apartment day after day, being his beautiful little puppet for the press; even worse, you loved every fucking second of it. He was making you worse with every orgasm, his every sin absolved as long as he kept making you feel like this.
“Fuck! Babe, fuck you feel amazing,” he almost shouts, and you can feel from the way his hips keep stuttering that it won’t take him long.
“You can’t leave me,” he begs, now leaving over your back to hug you again, “my only fucking weakness. Everything i’d do. Everything I’d do for you.”
Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s saying, pussydrunk and wild, but it emboldens you. You start to rock back against him harder, pushing your ass into his hips to work out a rhythm that has both of you yelping at the feeling of your bodies going flush with one another.
“If I make you come, can I live?” you ask, never breaking character to him, but too blind in love to stop yourself anyway.
“Of course, of course,” he pants, speeding up his pace, his hand now grabbing you hair and yanking it backwards so he can kiss your cheek and the side of your face.
“I love you,” he sighs, and you don’t doubt he means it completely.
“I love you,” you respond, and you mean it too, letting him continue to mouth at your jawline while his other hand finds your clit, rubbing perfect circles and making you fall over the edge quickly.
“Please, fuck—!” you shout, cut off by your own surprised orgasm. He’s never actually made you cum this quickly.
But he fucks you through your orgasm, and a flash of the idea of calling the police crosses your mind again, but then you feel the rush of him coming inside you and it’s erased from your mind again.
Quickly, he flips you over and grabs you up into his arms, holding you closely and smoothing any still shaking muscles.
“I love you, i love you, fuck, I love you,” he repeats, and you believe him.
“I love you too,” he believes you.
“Let’s order chinese?” he asks, and then hugs you tighter. You dial the chinese place two blocks away, and you don’t even for a second consider calling the cops. Why would you?
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Rock Band AU
Courtney is the main vocalist & occasionally plays the guitar, Duncan is the lead guitarist, Gwen on drums & idk who else could be involved bcuz this is just an idea I’ve been throwing around in my head
-Duncney were together before the band was formed and stayed together till they reached stardom BUT they eventually break up due to many reasons (omg) and they decide to stay “cordial” for the band(which took a lot of convincing from the other members)
-Duncan wanted to live the “true rockstar lifestyle” and in his mind he couldn’t do that in a relationship because he’s dumb
-Courtney of course lets the fame get to her and becomes a bit controlling of the band
-Courtney writing diss songs about Duncan while he just has to stfu and perform them with her(tensions rise)
-all the members partake in substance abuse because well, it’s a rock band au and it adds to the drama lmao so Duncan livin’ like a rock star, Courtney does it to deal with the stress but will deny it profusely, and the other members need it just to deal with both of them and their drama
-so Duncan’s an asshole and the substances don’t help but just imagine.. Courtney in the green room fighting GROUPIES out of jealousy, oh the press has a field day because of “inside sources” leaking pics and vids 👀
-Of course any time there’s negative media about Courtney, Duncan goes wild on twitter(unless he’s mad at her) and his PR Team has to take his phone away.. he very much fights his own fans lol
-ofc there’s Gw*ncan shippers because drama & that adds even more tension between the members, Courtney’s insecure & gwen’s like “man I just wanna play the drums STOP”
-Ok but like also Courtney’s sick of seeing girls leave Duncan’s trailer so she gets her first groupie OR maybe she hooks up with a band member from a band their touring with and Duncan finds out? Oh boy.
-ok but on-stage drama?? Duncney just glaring at eachother while performing and Duncan smashes his guitar or Courtney gets all in his face, belting out lyrics dissing him specifically
-DRUNKney in either ones trailers after a show, both just crying about how much they love and can’t live without each other but the next day they act like nothing happened because they’re both stupid messes
-Ok but imagine the mess at awards shows, Courtney being the only sober one while her band mates act a fool?? Red carpet drama?? Blowing up at the paparazzi for invasive questions?? Oml
-Duncan is very much toxic in this and despite him living the rockstar life, he hates seeing Courtney do the same, Gwen will always call him out on it and he plays dumb like BOI
-Ok but awe imagine Duncan writing love songs for Courtney in the beginning and vice versa, a few of them are their most popular songs so they HAVE to perform them, ouch. There’s definitely compilations of their performances where they look at each other with heartbreak and longing(also compilations of their on-stage drama lmao)
-Ok but Courtney’s main look is Bell bottoms, chunky heeled boots & a Bustier(very much inspired by Selena thnx) but she didn’t start this look until she became single which had Duncan punching the air
-Ok but Tour Bus drama?? All of them in a cramped space, the boys are messy, the girls have too much stuff, they can’t get away from each other when fighting because they’re all stuck in the same small vicinity lol
-ok but the bands sound is constantly changing but stays within the rock genre because of all their different aesthetics which makes them so popular because they bring in fans that have different tastes✨ There’s definitely an insane amount of arguing whenever writing/producing a new album lmao
There’s eventually a happy ending or something Idk I just need a trashy, drama filled fic full of rockstar aesthetic and good tunes✨ but add more if you’d like & who could the other members be?? Omg
Omfg I love these so much! Definitely need a Rock Band AU!!
I immediately thought of this fanart from way back when.
Color by daanton and lineart by TDI-Exile on DA
I know Bridgette’s on the drums in it but like either way it’s a vibe.
The tension this band has to endure from Duncney is unreal. I can imagine everyone needing couching for whenever they do interviews because if not?? They would spill so much tea!
This might be a hot take but like, Geoff being the tour manager? He’d 100% know how to get good business for them. All the clubs, bars, stadiums?
Omfg DJ as their head of security? Bodyguard DJ!!! Everyone sees him and just knows not to try some stupid shit. He’s rock solid and will shut shut down when it comes to protecting the band.
Idk about anything else lol you pretty much nailed it with this one ❤️🔥
#duncney#td courtney#td duncan#total drama courtney#total drama duncan#td gwen#total drama gwen#td bridgette#total drama bridgette#td geoff#total drama geoff#td dj#total drama dj#killer bass 5#kb5
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are you part of the SAG by any chance? Or have you heard anything regarding the strikes going on in Hollywood/// thankfully I'm in the Canadian union ACTRA! we have definitely felt it up here as there is such a lack of auditions. I usually got say 5-10 a month, but now it's more like 2. But i try to keep up to date with all the strike stuff in case I ever need to join their union, but I probably know as much as you.
I did hear there are new temporary, hopefully permanent, audition rules that help actors out a lot, such as no day-of audition requests (has to be 48hr for adults, 72hr for minors now), having the opportunity to audition live (which helps build a needed rapport with casting so they are actually forced to interact with you and see your face and full performance-instead being able to skip the tape all together if they feel like it), and no horizontal camera full body shots (now they can be in portrait mode- which I actually dream of ACTRA implementing, it sounds random but it is so great). so hopefully the AMPTP agrees to these very basic updates for the future. but also them and SAG haven't even reopened negotiations since the strike started so who knows. My teacher said strike could look to end around canadian thanksgiving (october), but the general conscientious is winter or spring '24 which is like horrifying
If you're into it I would check out the acting reddit sub for updates as members post a lot about it and a lot of them are SAG
Hey Actress Anon! 👋🏾
Thnx for answering my question! 😊
Yea, I don't foresee any of these strikes ending anytime soon tbh (definitely NOT by October), especially not after the ridiculous gaslighting stunt the studio execs just pulled a few days ago. 🙄😒
But to hear that some don't think it will be resolved until maybe spring if next year is just madness.... but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised! I've been saying for a while now that everyone thinks this thing is just gonna blow over and be done with by next year, but I've always been unsure about that. 👀
With the way these execs are acting, we could well be into this strike even NEXT year y'all. 🙁🤦🏾♀️ I am fully ready for that possibility.
It's a total power play. And when someone is more concerned with exerting their POWER over you, and getting their way, instead of using reasonableness, and actually trying to negotiate some terms so that BOTH sides can sorta win in this, then this thing can go on for a LONG time. 🤷🏾♀️
We've already surpassed the length of time of the previous strike from 2007 (100 days) . Let's hope 🙏🏾 we don't surpass the WGA Strike of 1988 (153 days). 😔
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Stan and Xeno...smut. They're hanging out like after school. Things just escalate. They find themselves laying in bed. Sweet talk, dirty talk, light touching. Then friction. Clothes coming out of place. Hair becoming messy. Almost losing themselves but can't go further cause they don't know if it's just them in the house. Whether they go further is up to you. Like they say screw it and go for it. You know? Just fooling around nice and slow build up. Hot and heavy. Hope I make sense. Thnx.
I've been agonizing over this scenario for so long now, but I can't justify nurturing this particular bit of writing any further, so I apologize if it's not the best of the best, but I tried my best! I still had a ton of fun writing this, and I like how it turned out still 🥰
With pollen in the air, and the grass vibrantly green and lush, Xeno Wingfield and Stanley Snyder were happy to spend their final spring break doing nothing but spending almost every waking minute together. At least, until school started back up and life got in the way once more.
"So," He hummed, leaning all of his weight on his hands while he sat on the edge of his bed with the white-haired nerd he called a best friend, soaking in the vague warmth the season provided. "Are you really okay with me going into the military?" The question wasn't a new one, the duo had discussed their plans more and more the quicker they seemed to approach, but Xeno still sighed at the topic all the same.
"I mean, I'd like it if you didn't, or at least not so soon after graduation, but I'm not gonna stop you. I'm not mean enough to get between you and your crackpot dream" He huffed, making Stan snort,
"You say that, while sounding as salty as the sea about it," That got the teen a weak punch to the thigh,
"Bastard." All the other senior did in response to that jab was lean over so he could press a dark lipstick'd kiss to Xeno's cheek.
"What was that for?!" Xeno about squealed, turning bright red so fast that it made his friend laugh,
"Because it's fun to fluster ya," he admitted, getting an evil look from the boy,
"It's all fun and games until I figure out how to fluster you in return." Xeno threatened, making Stan laugh again, only fuelling Xeno's indignant frustration, "If you're going to laugh at me, I'm going home. Fuck you, Stanley." He snapped, jumping to his feet as if he were truly going to march out, but the blue-eyed teenager knew how to call his bluff, so instead of lifting a finger to stop the indignant male, he simply let himself flop back onto his comforter,
"It's easy, Xee. I don't think you can " Stan said nonchalantly, only grinning at the way Xeno's bottomless eyes narrowed at the challenge.
Xeno let the athlete's words hang in the air like a rain cloud for a long moment before he huffed,
"You're such a cocky bastard, you know that?" watching his friend shrug and stretch out more on the bed, his relaxation only tossing more fuel on the competitive fire in the scientist's gut. So, instead of dropping it with that simple insult, he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself so his best friend was between his hands and his torso was trapped between his knees, "I highly doubt you're immune to being flustered, Stanley Snyder."
The smoker just grinned up at him, slowly blinking with no form of anxiety in his icy eyes,
"Are you willing to go that far though? You've backed out each and every time we've gotten close to doing anything that might fluster me." he pointed out, getting a darker look while Xeno weighed his point and next actions. Stan did have a good point, they had gotten...intimately close a few times, but it had always been the scientist-to-be that pulled back. However, he wasn't about to do that this time, instead just lowering his head to properly kiss the blonde.
It brought a small spark of glee to Xeno's soul to feel the way Stan jolted slightly beneath him, but he didn't stop at that. Instead, he held the kiss and let Stan slowly wrap his arms around his waist, only pulling away when he needed air. When he looked down at his friend though, the softness in Stan's sapphire eyes brought a flare of heat to his pale cheeks.
"What?" He huffed, jumping a bit when his friend cupped his cheek affectionately,
"You do realize I love you, right?" the athlete hummed, the pure adoration in his eyes and words bringing about a slew of butterflies in Xeno's stomach while he stammered out,
"Y-you've mentioned it before," Which got him another, softer kiss. Xeno happily took that as an opening to drop the conversation and simply enjoy laying chest-to-chest with his childhood friend's arms still around him. It was simply easier to swap kisses and let his hormones bubble lazily.
With their earlier activity and challenge forgotten, the scientifically-gifted senior let his friend roll them onto their sides without letting the series of kisses falter for longer than a moment. Things only heated up a bit from there, as Stan let his hand slowly drift under the scientist-to-be's shirt while his lips coasted from Xeno's mouth, to cheek, to throat so he could nibble and nip at the sensitive spots he knew of until he gave slight moans.
With that bit of encouragement, Stan quickly abused the spot until Xeno had his arms thrown around him to tangle his fingers into the blonde's hair or claw into his shoulder. However, just as Stan's hand had slipped into his pants and down his thigh to leave a heated trail,
"Stanley! You here?" The athlete's mom called, snapping the duo out of their intimacy and instantly throwing them into a panicked scramble to get their clothes back into place while the boy warned his parent that Xeno was around. However, he didn't mention that the science nerd was currently the color of a tomato.
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Is it okay to ask about multiple fics with multiple questions?
If so!
For Kin, Warm, and Bingo #2, #3, #4, & #9
If not then #9 for Kin!
Thnx for answering 💙💜
ask game
my dear rody, anything for you <33
kin
#2 What scene did you first put down?
the titans being dick's next of kin and the nurse standing up to bruce
#3 What’s your favorite line of narration?
the family being terrified that the dick's luck will run out
#4 What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Throwing Dickie out of the family for getting shot.” Todd laughed but it was cold and devoid of any emotions. “Watch out, you are pulling a Bruce there.”
#9 Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
surprisingly, this is one of the fics that never got any plans for a second part.
warm
#2 What scene did you first put down?
this is my first baby. i had the whole fic visualized in my head before i ever started writing. it has to do with my cold hands. one thing lead to the other and suddenly i have it written. but if i have to choose one part, it's when jason had his moment of realization at the end.
#3 What’s your favorite line of narration?
that’s why he was startled when a warmth touched his very soul - okay this line is so personal to me because it actually happened once. i was saying goodnight to my mum and she put her hand on my back and i felt it in my soul. like my whole body was warm. i still shiver when i remember that moment.
this line too!! He knew from experience that waking up searching for your favorite person only to find them not there can be soul-crushing. jason has some of my fav lines in the fics
#4 What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
jason and dick bickering over death jokes and nicknames
#9 Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
yes. two actually. and i have outlines for both (you are totally welcome to bully me to write them)
bingo
#2 What scene did you first put down?
the bingo itself took me so long to figure out, then i made the design for it so it can help me visualize better what i want to do/write.
#3 What’s your favorite line of narration?
this line Dick took the scene in and burned it deep into his memory because he is not sure when something like that might happen again or how long the peace will last. and this line Dick said because he is a beautiful manipulative bastard who knows how to speak Damianese.
#4 What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
“Dick let you win,” Tim said
#9 Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
not an alternate version per se, but companion fics to this one going more into details about the things that confused the family.
#feel free to ask me anything#why are all my answers tend to be so long?#im not that chatty person irl#i love you if you read all of this#seriosuly#and if you liked any of my fics and remembered them#warm has a very special place in my heart simply for being the first fic i wrote#and for being an original idea#the warm water and salt is something i do for my cold hands#my grandpa told me about it and i chose to immortalize him through words#is it obvious that i studied audiovisual?#i tend to visualize the whole thing in my mind in order to be able to write it#like i see it as a movie first#it makes writing easier for me#okay enough with the rant#ask#rody#mine#dick grayson
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FIREWORKS
Your mom decides to throw a New Years Eve party, and eagerly introduces you to her friends son. You and Changbin pop off into a new year and a new friendship.
18+ MDNI!!! plz&thnx
WARNINGS/SUMMARY: *Michael Scott voice* SEX, unprotected sex (wrap ya dingaling) oral (m to f), big peen probs (momentarily), basically kinda cute fluff into the naughty yanno
yapyapyap sorry if the spacing is weird on this, I’m on my phone posting rn but will fix later. real question I have some real wild stuff in my drafts and if u dare me I’ll post it ok. Also Jac didn’t proof read so expect errrors in grammar and spelling ok thanku
cas xx
“Mooooom, why the help would you invite him?! You exclaimed dramatically as your fingers curled a slice of meat for the charcuterie board you were working on. “Hey, his mother is a good friend of mine and you said it yourself you find him attractive.” She laughed, moving around the kitchen area setting things up for your New Years Eve party. It was the first time you’d been home for the holidays in almost 3 years, and your mom had been raving on about her friends son for at least 1.5 of them. People started arriving around 9:30pm, but you were still hid out in your room touching up your makeup. Since it wasn’t a giant party, you decided to dress casually cute and do simple make up.
“Y/N!! Can you come down, please?” You heard your mom yell. A soft groan passed through your lips as you shoved your Ugg’s on, checking yourself once over in the mirror. Your sweater was far too baggy, but it was a vintage plaid and looked really cute with your black leggings. You skipped down the stairs, a small smile in your lips as your mom stood at the bottom, accompanied by a friend and her son. Giving a small wave, you stopped at the bottom of the stairs as your mom did introductions. “And Y/N, this is Changbin. Evelyn’s son I was telling you about.” You couldn’t help but laugh when your mom gave him a nudge, “You’re so embarrassing sometimes.” You smiled, rolling your eyes jokingly. She had always been like this, and you learned to accept it finally.
Around 10:30 the party was in full swing, mainly your parents friends mingling and chatting in the kitchen, while your little brother had a group of friends gaming in the basement. You had taken to the living room with your glass of wine, watching Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on tv. “Can I get you a refill?” You heard a male ask, turning slightly to see Changbin with a fresh bottle of wine and a glass in hand. “Please and thank you.” You smile, holding your glass up for him to pour into. He joined you in the couch, and your eyes gazed over him for a long moment. You’d only seen him in pictures but in person, he was way more attractive than you expected. Before he catch you looking, your eyes shot to the tv as Miley Cyrus came on. “She looks so different now.” You commented, taking a long sip of wine as you felt your face turn red.
After chatting for a bit and letting the wine settle in, you and Changbin joined the parents in the kitchen as New Years approached. Your dad had forced you into a game of flip cup, pinning you against Changbin, who you easily beat. He threw you a little smirk, “I’ll get you next time.”
The players had switched, and you stood in the kitchen looking out into the house as the group cheered each other on. Your hand gripped the wine glass, taking a sip as you noticed Changbin starting to walk towards you. “IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.” You heard your brother scream as he and he friends came running up the stairs. “He- HEY, watch yourself dork!” You yelled at your brother as he knocked past you, pushing you directly into Changbin’s large and firm chest. His arms wrapped around you, as the rest of the teens ran by, before he looked down at you. “All good?” He chuckled. You nod, fixing your hair a bit and regaining yourself, laughing shyly as you patted Changbin on the chest. “Yes. Just remind me to trip him or something later.” You laughed.
“Oh, look who’s under the mistletoe.” Your mom said from the dining room, as a wave of giggling started between her and Changbin’s mom. Your eyes glanced up, confirming it was in fact above your heads. Changbin’s hands were rested on your hips, and he gave you a small squeeze before a shy chuckle escaped his lips. “Do- uh. Should we?” He stumbled over his words, which made you blush. “Yes we should.” You say, leaning up on your tippy toes as he leaned down for his lips to meet yours. The butterflies it gave you were unexpected, but the alcohol in your system had you craving for more.
You pulled away once the whole house burst into cheers, shyly hiding yourself in your hands. Thankfully, the count down to New Years took the attention away from the two of you. Turning your attention back to Changbin, his hands squeezed your sides once again, this time pulling you a little closer to him. You didn’t mind, and let your hand rest against his chest. “New years kiss?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
The countdown from 10 has started in the background, and you slowly nodded as one of his hands moved up your body to cup your cheek. As the clock struck midnight, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. Your stomach did flips as you kissed back, leaning into him slightly. The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you and you weren’t sure if Changbin was feeling the same or just had plans of his own. With everyone distracted, and your little make out session quickly heating up. His lips were addicting in a way. How they moved against yours, how perfectly soft they were.
You broke the kiss, but kept yourself close so he could hear you over the crowd. “Do you wanna get some air?” You question, biting your lip gently. Changbin nods, taking your hand and quickly heading towards the backdoor. You took one last glance inside, thanking god no one had spotted you slipping out. You pointed him towards the pool house, which your parents had turned into a tiny hang out for your brother to smoke in.
Fireworks has started in the front of the house while you and Changbin quickly entered the hangout, locking the door behind you. Changbin was quick to pin you against the door, his lips finding yours again, rougher and sloppier kisses being shared. His hand found its way under your sweater, resting on your ribs for a moment as his lips moved to your neck. He placed a few gentle kisses, nipping at your skin before speaking into your ear. “Do you want to do this? I just want to make sure we’re both consenting.”
You lifted his head to look into his eyes before placing another deep kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how hot it is when a guy asks first.” You smiled. “Gotta be a gentlemen, even when you’re drunk.” He laughed, returning his lips to yours as his hand worked to unclasp your bra. His hand moved back to your breast, cupping it as his fingers twisted and played with your nipple. You ran your hand over the bulge in his pants before tugging his belt off, working your fingers to undo the buttons and zipper.
Changbin’s arms quickly swooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tossed your sweater and bra aside, which sent a small shiver up your spine. Changbin carried you over to the couch, laying you down as he hovered over you. “I feel like a teenager.” You giggled, finger tips running along his muscular chest, down along his abs. “Sneaking around behind our parents backs.” Your fingers worked backed to his pants, pulling his lower half closer to yours. “We’re never telling our moms about this, right?” He questioned. You couldn’t help but laugh, using a finger to motion for him to come closer. You softly pressed your lips to his, “never”
Your fingers tangled into Chanhbin’s curls are his tongue slid quickly along your clit, “You taste so fucking good.” He moaned against you, sliding a single finger into your entrance. A small gasp escaped your lips when his finger started to move slowly, “Fuck-feels so good.” You moaned, your head falling back. A second finger slipped inside you as his lips met your jaw line, working their way up your neck before finding your lips. Changbin’s kisses had softened, each one sending tingles down your spine. His fingers slowly slid out and be brought them up to your mouth, pressing them gently into your lips before you sucked them slowly.
The tip of his cock pushed slowly at your entrance, teasing away but also trying to fit his size. “Might be a little too big.” He half laughed, biting his lip gently as he tried to push in. “I can handle it.” You whisper, your fingers moving to rub slow circles onto your clit. Using his thumb to guide his cock, he slowly pushed inside you, barely able to use his full length. You both moaned in unison as he slowly thrusted, each one allowing him to push deeper inside. “I’m gonna cum” you moan, letting your fingers settled as your walls started to contract. Changbin’s hips started to rock faster as you climaxed, your thighs gripping onto him as your body twitched. You pulled him close, kissing his lips roughly as you felt your body relax slightly, allowing Changbin’s thrusts to bottom out. Your walls were clenched tight around his cock, every stoke hitting perfectly.
Changbin quickly pulled out, gently taking you by the wrists to pull you gently off the couch, where he took a seat. You bent down quickly, your hand moving slowly around his shaft as your lips found the lip, placing kisses upon the bright pink tip. You sucked softly, just taking the tip into your mouth as your hand moved slowly. You placed kisses along his length before making back up and straddling his waist, using your hand to guide his cock to your entrance. You slowly eased yourself onto him, letting your hand rest on his firm abs as you slowly rode his cock, quiet curses escaping his lips as his hand slapped gently against your ass. The second round of fireworks started to ring out as your hips moved faster, wetness dripping down as you hid your face in his neck, unable to control your moans.
Changbin’s lips sucked at your neck as your legs started to shake, another climax hitting. You let your body rest on his lap, moving your lips back to his as your walls continued to contracts against his cock. “You feel so good.” He moaned, “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He laughed, pecking his lips into yours. His hands moved to your hips, grinding your them down into his. It didn’t take long before you came again, your walls tightening around his cock.
Your lips moved to his neck, sucking hungrily at his skin, “please cum for me.” You moaned in his ear as your hips picked up speed a bit. You leaned back a bit, looking at Changbin as you rode, smiling drunkenly at him as his hands ran over your body. He cursed quietly as his head rested on the back of the couch.
Your hands rested on both sides of his neck, pulling his head back so you could see him. His cock started to twitch inside you as his hands grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him as his load shot deeply into you. Changbin pulled your lips to his, kissing you deeply as his hips bucked into yours before settling. You let you head fall onto his shoulder, trying to calm your breathing. “What are the odds we can sneak back to my place?” Changbin questioned with a smirk.
#yayaya tried to make it cute but nasty yannno lmao#stray kids smut#skz smut#Changbin smut#Changbin#seo Changbin#kpop idol smut#kpop fluff#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#skz fanfic#stray kids#skz#bangchan#stray kids fluff#stray kids x female reader#stray kids x reader#changbin x female reader#changbin x reader
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VIRALITY // 10
10 - Maybe Both, Maybe Neither
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc [vallie]
masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.8k
summary: after waking up next to each other vallie & nicholas go their separate ways. vallie goes to visit an old friend who may be more than friendly. nicholas goes to sober up noah but doesn’t expect him to pull the curtain back on his resentment.
warnings: mentions about alcoholism/AA meetings/cheating, arguing, noah being annoying but what's new, tea is spilled !!, vallie is vulnerable for once in her life, lots of dialogue, alternating POVs sorry 🥲
A/N: Sorry it's been like 2 months since I’ve updated, it literally did not feel like it 🥲 school & life are kicking my ass lol + this chapter ended up being so complicated / difficult
Also! This chapter introduces a very mild crossover with Christian 'Kras' Anthony from the band Chase Atlantic - he's being used as a fun little temporary reoccurring side character. Don't worry, knowing who he is isn't necessary to understand his character lol i just think he's cute🥰
don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
-NICHOLAS-
A jarring buzzing jolts me awake. I sit up a bit with scrunched eyes trying to follow the noise with a wandering patting hand. The noise leads to Vallie’s phone rattling on my bedside table next to her. I grab it and sleepily ignore the call out of habit.
In my still half-sleep state, I don’t want to be anywhere else besides where my body was curled up against her. I return to my spot with my arm around the brunette, tugging her closer. Her scent fills my nostrils when I nuzzle into her neck. The smell of her hair is peppermint-y and the scent on her skin reminds me of marshmallows and… matcha?
Whatever it is, it’s warm, cozy, and smells so yummy it makes me want to eat her again.
Before I have the pleasure of manifesting that thought into reality, her phone goes off vibrating again, this time making me significantly more aggravated.
I snatch the phone looking at her caller ID – the name plastered across the screen:
Christian
with some emojis I’m far too sleepy to decipher.
Christian?
I decide not to ignore her phone call from an evidently urgent caller.
“Hey, Hey.” I gently nudge her shoulder. “Your phone has been going off.”
She lets out a sleepy groan that is probably the cutest noise I’ve ever heard.
She takes one look at the ID and immediately ignores it and shoves it under the pillow.
Odd.
She yawns and rubs her eye, “What time is it?”
“I’m not sure.” I try to look at the edges of my window covered with blackout curtains trying to gauge even the time of day. “You have your phone, check it?”
Her fingers tap against the mattress. “It’s not that important.”
“Who’s Christian?” I blurt out without thinking.
From the angle I’m at, I can see her eyes widen a bit at the question.
She clears her throat. “What?”
“The person who kept calling you. It was someone named Christian?”
“Oh um,” She bites down on my lip, seemingly contemplating her answer. “He’s a friend.”
I’m filled with a feeling I’m not sure I enjoy nor one I should be feeling.
“A friend?” I ask, unconvinced.
It’s none of my business. It doesn’t matter who he is.
“Yeah, a friend.” She scrunches her brows at the wall. “Why do you care who’s calling me?”
“I-I don’t.” I reply but I know I’m a shit liar and I probably don’t sound very convinced. “I was just wondering.”
“Right.” She yawns then gets up in a panic like she just realized where she is. “Oh my god we fell asleep.”
“Yeah…I figured you gathered that by now.” I said falling down flat beside her.
“Fuck Nick, how am I gonna get out of here?” She scrambles for her phone beneath the pillow to finally check the time. “Fuck, fuck, I have to leave.”
“Okay, okay, calm down. Let me just check out the house, I can take you to get your car.” I pull myself out of bed and let myself stretch out my arms above my head.
“Fuck.” She mutters, readjusting her entire torso in her tight top. “Remind me to never sleep in a corset ever again. I need to get out of this, can I borrow something?”
Her attention lands on me and at first, her forest greens are inquisitive and calm but when she actually looks at me, they widen. Her eyes slowly trail down my body and land where my shirt hangs above the exposed skin of my hips.
Watching her tongue slide between her lips makes my heart thump in my ear drums so loud I can barely hear what she’s saying.
“Also, can you um,” She clears her throat and looks back up at me, “Help me get this off?”
“Sure.” I nod and drop my arms back down.
She shifts in the bed so the zipper in the back of the faux-corset faces me. My fingers delicately gather her dark chocolate locks and drape them over her shoulder to get them out of my way. Her tan skin curves so beautifully from her neck to her shoulder that I feel as though if I don’t kiss her there it would somehow be insulting.
The need to kiss her there feels as necessary as air, so lean down and press a hesitant kiss to the crook of her neck as I begin unzipping her top.
She doesn’t stop me, which I was sure she would stop me now in the daylight.
Another kiss up, I linger more there.
Then another in the same spot, then another, and another, and another – until I am fully peppering her skin with open mouth kisses and my hands roam her curves.
She lets out little noises the closer I get to her ear that remind me of the ones she gave me when my tongue was inside her.
It’s not until I’m nipping and sucking at her skin that she speaks.
“Nick…” She whines in a tone that says ‘you know better’.
I tug down the rest of her zipper.
My lips still lazily drag up her neck.
I hum against her and let my hands wander down her sides to her hips. “Let me make you feel good.”
She lets out a shuddered whine but not a red or green light.
My hands round her hips giving them a gentle back and forth rub, “I need to taste you again.” I press another kiss against the sensitive skin below her ear and I can feel goosebumps erupt all over her skin.
My fingers burn everywhere they meet her skin and beg to be everywhere they shouldn’t be.
She closes her eyes and lets herself breathe for a second.
“Nicholas.” She repeats, more sternly this time. “I have to leave before anyone sees me.”
“I know.” I say simply and pull away, strategically resting both hands over my semi.
I know I shouldn’t press more. I know shouldn’t try to convince more. But god do I want to. All I’m thinking about is fucking her senseless.
She keeps a hand on the front of the corset to keep it flush on her skin. “Could I please borrow something?” She reminds me of her original request.
“Oh yeah sure, sorry.” I quickly scan the room for the closest item.
I spot a barely worn Deftones shirt and hand it to her.
“Thanks.”
She just sort of stares at me then makes a ‘turn-around’ motion with her hand.
“Oh, sorry.” I shift away from her. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”
“Shut up.”
I hear her let out a sigh of relief, probably from finally being freed from the constricting top.
“Okay you can turn around now.”
I turn back to her and find what I expected: her in my shirt.
What I didn’t expect was to somehow find her even more attractive in my shirt than even a lace corset.
As much as I’d like for her to stay, I fear that if I don’t get her out now, I’ll devour her whole.
“I’ll just… go scope out the area.” I thumb over my shoulder towards the door.
“Good idea.” She nods.
I very quietly sneak out of my room into the empty hallway, gently closing the bedroom door behind me.
After tiptoeing around the house, I find everyone asleep as it seems still quite early, at least for them.
The drive back to the bar is quiet and somewhat awkward. I’m not sure if it’s because of what we did or if I crossed some sort of invisible line and made her upset.
Or maybe both,
Maybe neither.
Maybe I’m over thinking it.
We haven’t talked about anything, no rules, no boundaries. I don’t know how I would bring that up to begin with. What the hell are we doing? And how do I feel about it. How do I want to feel about it?
We say goodbye and it’s stiff and odd. I’m not sure if I should kiss her? Or treat her like my colleague?
Maybe both,
Maybe neither.
That one feels more like a maybe neither.
The way she acted this morning makes me think that whatever… this is, is over.
I know it should be done, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want to stop. At least not yet. Maybe if I got one more fix.
Regardless how I feel about it, it was a mistake. I knew that the first time, I knew it last night and I know it now.
Why did I let this happen. How did I let this happen?
I tap my fingers anxiously against the steering wheel once I’ve parked at home.
I know Folio wouldn’t really care but if Noah or Jolly found out about this?
Oh my god.
I don’t even want to think about what would happen.
All I know is two things.
One, I can’t keep fucking thinking about this – I can’t keep thinking about her.
Two, I unfortunately know what I need to do when I walk back through our front door.
-VALLIE-
As soon as my car door shuts behind me, I let out a long sigh that I wasn’t aware I was holding.
I fold my arms around my steering wheel and rest my forehead against it.
“Fuck.”
The entire ride home there was this nausea festering in the pit of my stomach.
I like being with Nicholas.
I like being with Nicholas too much.
And this stupid fucking Deftones shirt is too comfortable and smells too much like him – and I like it more than I should. And I need to get home as soon as possible to get it off me.
This is absolutely the last thing I needed – catching feelings or whatever the fuck is filling my chest with butterflies from someone I’m representing.
This is the band that I shouldn’t have even taken on in the first place, and now I’m here on the verge of vomiting because I miss the way his bed feels. This was not the plan.
I shake my head from the the thoughts as I walk through my front door. It’s just the dickmatization talking. That’s it. I like his dick and that’s all.
His huge fucking…
No.
No.
And god his fucking tongue...
No.
No.
This absolutely cannot be happening.
I won’t let this happen.
I need to nip this in the bud before it goes any further.
I chuck my phone and keys on my dresser and use my palms to lean against the edge.
An abrupt buzzing of my iPhone against the hard wood shocks me from my dissociation.
Christian
Christian
Christian
…could be exactly what I need.
I slide the answer bar across the screen and bring the phone to my ear.
“Hey Kras.” I smile, using his nickname.
“Val!” He chimes cheerfully on the other line. “I’ve been trying to get ya all day!”
“I’m busy Kras, you know that.” I roll my eyes playfully. “What’s up, what do you want so badly?”
“Tour ended last week and I’m staying in LA for a bit for some band stuff before I head back home to Sydney.” He pauses. “I wanna see you. I need to talk to you about something.”
I press my lips together and take a deep breath, suddenly stressed about what exactly that meant.
“Okay. When and where do you wanna meet up?”
“Today? My place?”
“Okay, see you then.”
After a much-needed shower I’m finally at the door of his temporary apartment. I smooth out my outfit, which wasn’t much really, just some sweats with a cropped tank. With as long as I’ve known Kras, it didn’t really matter what I looked like, but I still wanted to look cute. I use my hand to flatten my tied up hair to make sure there’s no ridges before I knock on his door. It doesn’t take long for him to answer it.
“Val.” He greets with his signature big goofy smile.
The tall, long-haired blonde envelopes me into giant hug and I embrace it. His scent fills my nose with memories; it’s soft, comforting, and most of all, fun.
Christian and I have always been close, he’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. Our friendship has always been…interesting to say the least. I think most people would consider our dynamic complicated, but to us it’s quite simple.
I give him a good, hard squeeze around his midsection. “Augh, Kras I’ve missed you.”
He reciprocates the squeeze and places a kiss atop my head. “I missed you too.”
I pull away with a smile and smack his arm, “You don’t text me enough! I didn’t even know your tour ended.”
“Me? The phone works both ways Miss ‘You know I’m busy’” He mocks me jokingly.
“God, I forget how strong your Aussie accent is in person.” I chuckle, diverting the conversation.
I shiver at the ice-cold chill I get from his AC and rub my arms for warmth.
“Fuck it’s cold as shit in here.” It’s so frigid even my teeth chatter.
“Yeah, sorry I like it freezing. You want a jacket or something?” He offers then crosses the room when I nod.
He picks through some clothes in an open suitcase and hands me a multicolored flannel. I pull the flannel over my arms letting the material engulf my body.
After a brief catching up about tour and life, I lean against the wall and cross my arms.
“So, what is it you wanted to talk about.” I cut straight to it.
He bites down on his lip, and I can’t tell if he’s excited or nervous.
Maybe both, maybe neither.
“We need a manager.” He blurts out.
“Oh? I thought you were working with-”
“We want you Val.”
I laugh, because surely, he can’t be serious. I don’t belong to an agency and work my two clients freelance, all on my own. There’s no way I could take on another band, especially one as successful as Chase on top of the other two.
“What? No, no, I absolutely couldn’t manage you guys…”
He steps towards me and trails his fingers down my arms and hooks onto my hands. “Sure you can. You used to, remember?”
I shake my head, “Oh, you know that doesn’t count Christian. We were nobodies – you were nobodies. Of course I could manage your measly little 10,000 Instagram followers.”
He squeezes my hands and tugs on my arms. “C’mon Val. It’ll be like the good old days. It’ll be fun!”
“I don’t know about you, but living in a tiny LA apartment with three men struggling to afford food wasn’t really that good or fun.”
He rolls his eyes and tugs on my arms again. “For old times’ sake?”
I shake my head, “No, no, I already have enough on my plate. I just took on another band not that long ago.”
“Please Val, for us?” His brows curve up, and he gives me the biggest hazel puppy dog eyes that he knows I can’t say no to. “For me?”
I groan and rest my head back against the wall. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
His hands leave mine and find their way to my hips, slipping under the flannel so his hands are holding onto bare skin between my tank and my sweats. His forehead presses against mine.
“Is there anything I can do to help change that answer?” He asks between the small space separating us while his finger traces my jaw line tilting my chin up a bit.
I tug at my lip – this is partially why I came here right? To nip my Nick problem in the bud, to break the dickmatization spell.
“I don’t know, maybe.” I tease up at him with round eyes.
“Hm.” He hums and leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips and I freeze.
Even though we’ve done this a million times before, it just feels wrong now. Nicholas and I aren’t even… anything, we’re just fucking, right? But it still feels odd.
I know this feeling.
And I know what it means.
Fuck.
I pull away and give a little head shake.
“Plum?” He asks using our code word for when we’re interested in or dating someone else.
I groan loudly, shuffle past him to his bed in the studio apartment and dramatically fall flat, face down onto it. Then let out an even louder, longer groan.
He walks over and gently sits criss-cross on the bed next to me.
“Must be a pretty good Plum to have you like this.”
Our friendship was simple. We’re the rare example that a friends-with-benefits can be truly, purely platonic and casual. Kras is a generally affectionate guy, even with his bandmates. And he is one of the only people I feel comfortable being affectionate with, so I let myself be affectionate with him.
We are platonically affectionate best friends who fuck when we’re single. It sounds impossible but it’s who we are and who we have been for almost 10 years.
It’s nice, cozy, and convenient. Easy.
He’s safe, familiar, and reliable.
Which is more than I can say for any friendship or relationship I’ve ever had.
I turn my head towards him still flat against the bed.
“It’s bad Kras.”
“How bad?”
I chew on my bottom lip. “I work with him.”
His eyes widen. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“…In the band you were talking about?”
I turn back to hide my face in his duvet. “Oh yeah.”
“Val noooo.”
I chuckle at how his ‘no’s sound like ‘naaauur’s.
“I knooow.” I whine into the sheets.
“Singer?”
I shake my head against the duvet.
“Guitarist?”
“Bassist.” I reply muffled in bedding.
“Oof.”
A laugh escapes me at his reaction. I pop my head up at him, “Stop, I know.”
I pull myself up and cross the bed to sit next to him and lay my head on his shoulder.
“Maybe I just really like his dick.” I state confidently staring out the large window across the room. I blankly watch the daytime city lights flicker across the highrise-littered skyline.
“You think so?” He asks looking down at me a little. “I’ve never seen you get like this over just good dick. You’re pretty cut and dry about like…emotions. You’re good at separating sex from feelings.” He laughs and nudges me. “That’s why we work so well.”
I groan and hide my face in his shoulder because I know he’s right. He’s always right when it comes to shit like this.
“He sang to me Kras.”
“Oh god…was he any good?”
I feel my cheeks heat up and I nod against his arm, “It was so pretty.”
He laughs and tickles my side, “Look at you! You’re smitten! I never thought I’d see the day.”
I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it, “Shut up!” then fall back flat and cover my face with it.
There’s a silence between us for a bit, a million things running through my mind, but Kras speaks for me.
“You know you can’t love him, right?” He says gently.
My brows furrow immediately, I slam the pillow down and shoot straight up.
“WHOA, whoa whoa.” I cut through the air with my hand. “Nobody ever said anything about…the L word. I do not…love him.” I can barely get the word out as if it’s something forbidden. “I barely fucking know him. I just like his dick.”
“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in defense. “You can’t like him. You know that right?”
“I don’t even know if I like him. We’re just fucking. That’s all.”
He glares at me with a face that screams, ‘yeah right’. “Well, fine, you know you can’t keep fucking him.”
I let out a long sigh.
“Yeah, I know. I thought coming here to fuck you would help.”
He laughs then tapers off in thought.
“Maybe we don’t actually have to fuck in order to help.” He suggests.
I raise a brow at him, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean… guys normally don’t just sing to girls they’re casually hooking up with.”
“Okay…?” I motion for him to keep going.
“So, if it comes up or anything, you could just lie.” He shrugs.
“Lie about what?”
“About like, fucking someone else. If he likes you enough to sing to you, he probably won’t be happy if you tell him you’re fucking someone else. So, he’ll stop trying to fuck you.”
I chew on my thumbnail in thought, he’s right. Like always.
“Maybe. I don’t really know if he’d even care. We never really talking about anything… I thought we just had a silent agreement about just fucking, he never said anything about-”
“He sang to you Val.”
I anxiously twirl the ends of my ponytail and chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
He gives me the most ‘are you for real’ glare.
“Okay, okay.” I deflate. “IF it comes up, I’ll mention something.”
“Just don’t say who I am. I don’t know him, he could beat my ass." He laughs. "Plus, it would be pretty awkward for him to find out that you’re fucking a hot guitarist from your other band.” He smirks cheekily.
“Shut up.” I elbow his side playfully, “I never said yes.”
“But you will.”
I chew on my lip thinking it over.
On one hand, I’m already insanely busy and overworked with the two artists I’m already managing.
On the other hand, as odd as they are, they are old and close friends of mine. It wouldn’t be like managing strangers or learning a whole new fanbase, I helped build the foundation of the one they have now back in 2014.
And it would be a good distraction.
If this plan works out with Nick, maybe I could move on from Plum status and I can actually focus on my job.
“Fine. I’ll do it. BUT,” I hold a finger pointed towards him menacingly, “ONLY temporarily.”
“Ah yes! I knew you would!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around me and tackling me to the bed, pressing various ‘thank you’ kisses to my cheek.
“Okay, okay enough.” I chuckle trying to escape his grasp.
-NICHOLAS-
I let a long sigh at the bottom of the stairs, shifting my weight between both feet. I tap my fingers on the wooden railing anxiously. I probably shouldn’t be this rattled over something I’ve done a million times before. But it doesn’t get any easier.
I push myself up the stairs in one driving force knowing that it has to be me. It’s always me.
Never Folio. Never Jolly.
It’s always been my job.
There’s no response when I knock on Noah’s bedroom door.
I knock again, no answer.
I knock again, no answer.
So, I let myself in.
As expected, Noah’s passed out with a fresh bottle of whiskey half drank on his nightstand. His room still in as much filth as it’s been for a while. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve only ever seen his room even remotely messy a handful of times, and this is the worst I’ve ever seen it. In the past I’ve known the reasons behind the mess or the drinking – usually over a breakup or some depression spell – but this time he kept me in the dark. I have no fucking clue what's going on with him.
If I wasn’t so aggravated with him already, the mess of the room would worry me even more than I already am.
I cross the threshold of garbage between the door and his bed and pat his cheek awake.
“Noah.”
Sleepy snores tumble from his mouth and while one might find them endearing, right now, they’re pissing me the fuck off.
“Noah.” I say more sternly, nudging him more. No luck.
I try various other ways, and nothing works. He’s out cold.
So, I try a tried-and-true classic.
I climb on top of him and straddle his waist over the duvet, one knee at each side of his hips. His boney exposed shoulders offer a great anchor so I grab them, shaking him awake.
He comes-to slowly, droopy heavy lids struggling to open. His fist goes to rub his tired eye but winces when he’s reminded of the swollen black and blue that surrounds it.
“The fuck are you doing?” He groans, stealing a pillow from beside him to cover his face. “Get off of me.”
I snatch the pillow from his grasp and toss it across the room. “No. You’re going to get up. You’re going to shower. And I’m taking you to a meeting.”
He shields his eyes with his arm. “I’m-I’m fine Nick, don’t need a meeting.” His words slurring together.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” I correct.
“I don’t need a meeting.” He hiccups and I can smell the alcohol radiating off him, seeping through his skin. “I’m not going. I'm just gonna sleep.”
I grab his wrists, pin them to the bed and get low to his face. “Oh you’re going. We’re gonna sober you up, starting with a shower.” I pull off him and stand beside the bed.
“Let’s go. C’mon.”
“No.”
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way has the same result. Let’s go.”
“No.”
I sigh, even though I knew it would end up like this. “Fine. Hard way it is.”
I yank the sheets off him and use two arms to scoop up his body by his midsection and throw him over my shoulder. He’s thin enough to where even I can lift and carry him easily – or maybe I’ve just gotten used to the weight of him in my arms.
“Nick let me fucking go.” He whines but doesn’t try to wiggle out of my grasp, probably too hungover to move that much.
With every bit of my strength, I carry his thin body to his guest bathroom.
I all but toss him into the shower, start the water, and fling the curtain closed.
“Hey! What the fuck!” He yells and shuts off the water immediately.
He slings the curtain open and snatches a towel off the nearest rack, wrapping it around his shirtless torso.
“What the fuck is your problem, Nicholas!” His hands frantically wipe the water from his face.
I let out a frustrated groan and turn to leave. "Stop being a baby."
He steps out of the tub and calls after me, “Hey, I’m not fucking done talking to you!”
The shower shock did exactly what I needed it to do, sober him up, but now I regret even waking him up.
“My problem is that you’re a fucking drunk Noah.” I snap turning back to him.
“I’m not a fucking drunk, I have it under control. You’re just fucking paranoid!” He steps into the hallway dripping water all over the carpet.
“I’m not fucking paranoid, Noah. I’m not letting you drink yourself to oblivion.”
His brows lift in offense, “Let me? What the fuck are you, my fucking keeper?”
“Sometimes it sure fucking feels like I am!” The words escape me before I can stop them.
He chuckles in disbelief, “Well, nobody fucking asked you to be.”
“It doesn’t matter if anyone asked me to, I have to because who the fuck else is gonna pick your sorry, bruised ass off a bar floor in the middle of the fucking day?” My hand helps exaggerate each word.
“Jolly or Folio would’ve.” He sasses, crossing his arms.
“Oh yeah? And how long you think they’d put up with that?” I step closer to him. “Not for as long as I have, that’s for fucking sure.”
His eyes scrunch together like he’s hurt or offended.
Maybe both,
Maybe neither.
“I won’t let you push out everyone in our lives Noah.”
His eyes land on me and he cocks his head to the right a bit like a dog processing a foreign noise.
“‘Push out everyone in our lives’ is that what this is actually about? Alice?”
My gaze locks on him and my hands curl into tight fists at my sides. There are many words I want to say but none seem able to leave my tongue.
“Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” He steps back and points defensively at me. "I didn't push her out, you did!"
My blood boils and burns as it courses through my veins. My eyes narrow at him.
“I know you fucked her Noah.” I shove my finger so hard into his chest that it nearly knocks him back.
“I didn’t even like her Nick! Why the fuck would I fuck her?” He immediately denies.
“Because you always have to have everything you want, including the things that aren’t yours.”
“‘Things’” He scoffs. “Funny how you’re so upset about someone you only see as a thing.”
My teeth grind so hard it makes my jaw clench, “You know she was never a thing to me until you fucked her.”
“Oh, give it a break Nicholas! Stop blaming me for her leaving.” His hands exaggerate his words then points straight at me. “You are the reason your relationship failed. You are the reason she left.”
My eyes narrow as I step closer to his soaked body. “I would really watch what you fucking say if I were you.”
“Or what?” He asks but I have no answer. “When are you going to stop punishing me for something I never fucking did?”
I watch his eyes: dark brown, heavy, bloodshot, and one lined with a dark bruise from the bar fight. His words sound genuine, but I know his eyes, I know them like the back of my hand.
I know when he’s lying, and he’s lying to me right now. I can’t prove it, I haven’t been able to, but I know he’s been lying to me for the past year.
“For the love of god Noah, can you just stop fucking lying?” I snap. "You don't even have enough respect for me to tell me the truth?"
“Wow.” He presses his lips together for a moment. “You must think so low of me to really believe that I would do something like that.”
“I don’t have to think low of you to believe the truth.” I hiss, stepping towards him. “But you’re going to keep denying it so it’s irrelevant what I believe did or didn’t happen. What I do know, is that you have a fucking problem, and you need help.”
He steps towards me with low brows and narrow beady eyes, “I didn’t fuck Alice and I don’t need a fucking alcohol anonymous meeting just because I still like to get drunk sometimes. I am a fucking adult, and I don’t need you to ‘save me’.” He scoffs and runs his tongue across his teeth. “You know? Maybe that’s what actually drove Alice away, you and your fucking high-and-mighty, savior complex bullshit.”
Every inch of skin on my body feels like its burning and my heart races so loud I can barely even think clearly. I tighten my fists so tight that my nails dig into my palms painfully. I know that if I do anything, it will make me look like the villain.
“I can’t fucking hit you because if I do, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” I growl lowly. “Get sober or don’t, I don’t fucking care anymore – but we have a chance, a real chance at making it now and if you ruin this for us Noah, I will never fucking forgive you. Do you understand me? I will fucking destroy you if you fuck this up for us.”
His brows curve up and he looks at me like I’m insane for insinuating that he would. “I won’t.” He replies through gritted teeth.
I glance over the railing when I hear the house beginning to stir with Jolly and Folio starting to wake up, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I don’t need them getting involved.
“Just,” I lower my voice between us. “Make it to rehearsals, meetings, shows – the rest I don’t give a fuck. Just make it to work. Sober.”
“Fine.” He says quickly, "If that will keep you out of my fucking business and leave me the fuck alone."
"Fine."
"Fine." He repeats, because of course he has to have the last word, before storming off to his room and slamming the door behind him.
I mirror him, making it to my room and slamming the door.
Once alone, the feeling that courses through my body is nauseating, painful and overwhelming. It is a visceral ache, I feel it twisting in my chest first, in my ribs, then flows and pools in the pit of my stomach.
I thought I moved on from the Alice situation. I tried to force myself to believe him, I tried to forget and push it so far down that it wouldn’t hurt. Tried to rationalize, maybe he didn’t sleep with her. Maybe he didn’t betray me. Maybe it really is just me projecting the weaknesses of our relationship onto him. But no matter how hard I push it down, it always bubbles back up.
And in my gut, I know he did it. Everything adds up, the timelines, the behavior, all of it.
I was just never prepared for a girlfriend to cheat on me with my best friend. I was never prepared to have him sleep with my girlfriend. Not after everything we’ve been through.
I was never prepared to have my heart broken by the two people I trusted and loved more than anything in my life.
In retrospect, I guess, I should’ve expected it. For as long as I can remember Noah always had girls fawning all over him. He always had that lead singer charm even though he never planned on being a frontman. Girls were never an issue for him, he seemed to get anyone he ever wanted.
Is it really that far-fetched that the one I had wanted him too?
Is that all that this is going to be from now on? Any girl the rest of us want, would just want Noah first?
I never pictured that this would be our future.
I never pictured my best friend of over a decade fucking my girlfriend then lying about it to my face.
I never pictured having to drag said lying, alcoholic best friend out of bed trying to get him to an AA meeting just so he could be sober enough for rehearsals.
I never imagined that out of the four of us, it would be me having to hold it all together. I never signed up for that. I signed up to play an instrument, to sign CDs, sleep in busses and sit in interviews. I never signed up to play manager, I never signed up to secretly scrape Noah off bar floors, be his personal caretaker and tentative AA sponsor. Doing all of that just to have it thrown in my face, to stand next to him – every day in rehearsals, in photoshoots, on stage, across the fucking dining table – knowing what he did and pretending that I’m okay with it.
I never thought I’d feel stuck in this band, this thing Noah and I have worked on and dreamed about since we were 15. I’ve poured so much of my life into this fucking band.
I can’t just up and leave. I’d have nothing left. I’d be nothing without them and I can’t be the bomb to blow us up. Especially not now when everything is just starting to take off. All this work would’ve been for nothing.
It’s not just my livelihood and dream, but theirs as well. I can’t do that to them.
And as much as I want to, as much as I’ve tried, I can’t leave Noah. We both know I’m right whether he wants to admit it or not. Nobody else would do what I do, nobody knows what I do, and nobody knows how to take care of him the way I do. He’s stubborn and stupid and won’t let anyone else in the way he’s let me in.
I don’t know why I’m the only one who has gotten the curse of his trust, but I have it and I can’t hand it off or set it down – no matter how heavy or suffocating it is.
Next Chapter -> 11 - Peak Fashion
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A/N: The love for this story has honestly been so overwhelming (in a good way obv) and I couldn't be more grateful. I really thought this would flop lol so, thank you so much for every like, reblog, ask, or comment. It means the world to me truly. Thank you.
i love hearing your thoughts so feel free to share! (i'm really bad at responding to comments/asks but i still love them 🥺)
#2 POVs bc i was feeling SILLY#& by silly i mean the characters were not cooperating with the assignment#sorry if this chapter is all over the place i was having so much trouble with this one#this is the first time i’ve ever had multiple POVs in one chapter & i can’t tell if i like it or not#vallie wears princess by kilian perfume#i love how vallie's character is developing#i think vallie & kras' friendship came out so cute 😭#nicholas ruffilo fanfic#noah sebastian fanfic#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens fanfic#noah sebastian fanfiction#nicholas ruffilo fanfiction#nick ruffilo fanfic#nick ruffilo fanfiction#nicholas ruffilo x oc#nick ruffilo x oc#nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc#bad omens x oc#noah sebastian x oc#noah sebastian x fem!oc#virality series#virality#christian anthony#christian kras anthony#christian anthony fanfic#kras anthony fanfic#chase atlantic#chase atlantic fanfic#concreteburialplot works
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You've written a ton of fanfics for Wicked for a really long time and I've been wondering, how do you stay so motivated? How do you manage to finish your chapter fics and write so many without losing much interest in them or the source material in general? I get distracted so easily and want to move on but if I do, I'll reject my current work and never get back to it again as a habit :( idk if it's a neurodivergent thing for me, but any advice you can give is really helpful. Thnx
Oh man... I have not been motivated this year. There's been so much happening, that writing has taken a backseat.
Generally though, what keeps me motivated is a few different things:
Having a really detailed outline. I find the more detail in my plot ouline, the easier it is for me to stay motivated. If I have only a vague outline, it's easier for me to lose focus because I have no idea of what is going to happen next.
Writing in order. I know some people prefer not to, but honestly I find it stressful to write out of order. And if I know there's a scene in Chapter 10 that I can see really clearly and am keen to write, it's a good motivator to write Chs 1-9.
You guys are a huge motivator. You contact me through social media and say really nice things, and ask questions and that helps a lot- more of that please! (especially the questions, I find they're a bigger motivator than the compliments). Because I know that you guys want to read what I'm writing and I want to see your reactions to what I have planned, that helps.
Getting things down on paper is the hardest part. I can see it all in my head before I sit down to write, and wanting to get it out on paper in the right way, hugely motivating. This is what I do at night after turning off my light and waiting to fall asleep- I picture scenes from my WIP and replay them constantly, tweaking dialogue and trying to picture every detail in my head until I know what will work best and I can see it most clearly. Then I hope I can remember it the next time I get to sit down to write.
As far as not losing interest in the source material goes... I haven't seen Wicked since 2019- because COVID and the fact I am in Australia and Wicked is not.
It's highly likely the next time I see the show will be the movie.
I guess wanting to see it and not being able to is the best way to not lose interest in it. I'm not really one to watch bootlegged clips on YouTube and such, unless there's a specific quote or moment from the show I need to make sure I get as right as possible. Honestly, they just make me sad to watch them because it's not the same as being in the theatre.
But I just still love the characters. And at this point, I've seen so many actors in each role that I'm always coming up with new ideas and new things to explore and focus on.
Or I might have a throwaway comment in a fic that I think is interesting, but there's no room to look at it more deeply, so I'll plan a fic where I can explore that idea more deeply.
I have ideas and outlines for fics in my WIP folder that have been there for years. One of them has been there for a decade, waiting for me to get around to it. And I still love it, and want to write it, so I will get there one day!
I don't know if you'll find any of this helpful or not, but there you go :) Good luck!
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