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residenthughes · 1 year

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bottomless brunch & shitty one-liners

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 959 😔

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, crack, reader is just a drunk horny bastard :)

summary: 2 hours. thirteen cocktails and a whole lot of chaos.

notes: ...hey 😭 i know i said i wouldn't be posting/maybe not posting but i was looking through my fic ideas and this happened. whoopsies! 🤭 honestly, this was just a silly idea i had because i came across a video of all the one-liners leon says in re4, which are very much present in this.

forgot to mention, there's biting...again 😭 i don't know what it is, but the urge to bite leon is quite real and that reflects in my fics 😁 hope y'all enjoy :)

You’re drunk, disgustingly so. Bottomless brunch is always a good way to spend time with your dearest, spilling intimate talk amidst intoxicated giggles and basking in the foreverness of formed friendships. However, they do not come without consequence - that being you an absolute state in front of Leon. Your dutiful long-time partner, ever so sweet as he spared the precious time he has off from his missions to pick you up from the wild affair - thirteen cocktails deep - sheepishly greeting your friends that holler sexual innuendos as he helps you into the car. He does it anyway, because he loves you. He loves you, he really does - but you’re chatting out of your ass right now.

“You know, considering how you move around the house, you must be the GOAT at what you do,” you mumble, smushing your face into the pillow as you cause nothing but a ruckus as you discard your additional pieces of clothing on the bed.

Sat on the bedroom bench, Leon shrugs his boots off, glancing over his shoulder at the mess you are. Stupidly drunk and struggling to shimmy off your jeans. Cute. “Oh, baby.”

“Those one-liners though…that’s a different story.”

The sweet moment is all but gone. “Gee, thanks honey.”

Despite the fact that there’s not a thought behind your eyes, you smile at his sarcasm. Snickering to yourself as you shimmy the last part of your jeans off before they’re lazily discarded onto the floor. You’ll (Leon will) pick it up later. “Honestly! Bet you’re the type of motherfucker to be confronted with unbelievable atrocities, only to say, it’s my lucky day or something.”

Leon huffs in amusement. He’s definitely said that before.

“Go on,” he decides to entertain your teasing, stripping himself of the leather jacket you went on and on about in the car looking so good on him. “What other one-liners do you think I say?”

You give a thoughtful hum, touching your chin as you lay back against the comfort of your shared bed. The time you take to answer has Leon taking a look back at you, questioning if you’d fallen into a drunken slumber, like a drunk middle aged uncle passed out on the couch, only to see your face flash as an idea pops into your head.

“Oh, how about something like, time for the teacher to be taught?”

It’s scary how well you know Leon. His most recent mission had him spewing the exact same words. It gives him goosebumps. “You sure you’re not reading my reports when I’m not looking?”

You giggle. “Just know how cheesy you can be, hon.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

The laughter that erupts from you is unstoppable, so much so that you’re clenching your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. Leon can be so funny, so funny. You’re lucky to have him, you think.

Once you wipe your tears of laughter, you’re bringing yourself to sit upwards. Slowly, of course. Wouldn’t want to be sick all over the bed. Again. You move towards where Leon rests against the bedroom bench, draping your arms around his waist and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. “I kid, I kid. You know I love you.”

“Judging by what you’ve just said in the past two minutes, I’m not too sure.” He says, but he doesn’t mean it. He’s amused, if anything. You can tell by his amused smile and the playful raise of his eyebrows.

Your eyes skim over his features, carved to perfection and all yours.

You hug him just a bit tighter.

“Come on,” you nudge him, all playful in his ear as you coax him to look your way. He does, smoulder melting into his features as he gazes at you with a fondness that’s all for you. You feel restless. Must be the alcohol kicking in. “There’s that pretty smile, handsome.”

“Handsome, huh?”

You don’t know what it is, but the simple echo of your words coming from him sets you off, sending you on a collision course towards the ever so sinful and lustful domain.

“Extremely so,” you bat your eyelashes and nudge him again. “Come on, handsome. Look this way.”

He looks at you. His face on full display and you take your chance, kissing the edge of his lips before you misaim and bite down on his jaw. “What is with you?”

Leon’s chuckling as you kiss the bitten territory, kissing up and down his face in sweet apologies. Leon doesn’t miss when you bite down on his chin amidst the mess of kisses you leave.

“Can’t help it,” you murmur lazily, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Too sexy - even your goddamn chin. Make it make sense.”

“Can’t believe that meme about your partner going out to bottomless brunch, only to come back a horny bastard is true.” Leon talks to himself but you perk up anyways, glimmer in your eyes.

“You saw the memes I sent you?”

“‘Course I did,” Leon answers, placing a brief kiss against your temple. You relax into his touch. “I do other things besides say shitty one-liners on my missions.”

You smile, ever so grateful for the place Leon holds in your life. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. “How romantic.”

“Only for you, baby.”

You hum against the exposed skin of his shoulder, peering up at the man with a devious glimmer in your eyes. Leon can’t help but shake his head as he airs out a small chuckle.

“So, about the meme,” you wiggle your eyebrows, pressing your body up against Leon’s wide back, grin as mischievous as ever. “How about we put it to practise?”

And you do, making another mess of your sheets this time around.

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tsuunara · 27 days

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" lets crash course learn twice choreography ! "

SPECIAL GUESTS : chuuya nakahara , osamu dazai , atsushi nakajima !

ABOUT ORDER : forcing teaching bsd men twice choreography! how into it are they? do they hate it or enjoy it ?

CONTENTS : might be ooc !! , profanity in chuuya's part , dazai shenanigans , kunikida appears in dazai's part !! , poor atsushi is struggling to keep up :( , kyouka appears in atsushi's part !! .

SERVER'S NOTES : stan twice!!! this was a warm up to prepare for my soon chuuya angst fic... sorry for the wait :( btw here is the playlist of all the songs for each character! i'll make a pt 2 with nikolai and fyodor . :) this was super fun to write lol

chuuya nakahara ! The Feels

chuuya has seen you practice the choreography a couple of times . he doesn't really mind when the music blasts and just lets it slide because he loves you so much ! chuuya doesn't know much about kpop but he's heard a couple in your playlists , and hears you play the same ones over and over again ... not like he doesn't mind though . despite it not being his actual music taste, he secretly enjoys listening to it sometimes and it's his guilty pleasure . when he sees you dancing all silly , he can't help but smile in awe . he thinks it's so funny and cute seeing you put your all into it !!

" YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART OH YEAHH NEVER GONNA LET IT GO OH OH NO NEVER IT LET IT GO OH OH OH- "

" well uh shit... am i interrupting something here ? "

" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaAAAH WHAT THE FUCK CHUUYA- "

oh, but when you encourage him to dance with you ? who is he to say no with that stupid smile of yours ? no matter how silly it is , he WILL do it .

" ...so uh- "

" ...crash course twice choreography . "

" ...what ? "

" you know what , chuu ? you're in perfect timing . you should really join me !! come on , i'll teach you twice choreography ! "

" huh ?? woah woAH WOAH- WAIT HOLD ON NOW- "

although he is a bit hesitant , he always gives in . and with no regrets after whatsoever !!! he's a very quick learner too with lots of flexibility !

" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight ! one , two , three and four , five and six and seven , eight ! good ! just make sure to bend your knees a bit more... and then... stretch them ! "

" uhuh, okay... like this ? my god- this dance is kinda hard... how'd ya even manage this ? "

" not to worry , chuu ! just like that !! YOU DID IT !! "

"holy fucking shit . I DID IT . "

overall , 9/10 is super into it . always exaggerates his moves but at least it shows he's having fun !! bonus points for being a new little distraction he can do at work ! has definitely had a couple of his colleagues walk in on him . whoopsies !

" you have stolen my heart oh yeah... never let it go oh oh no , never gonna let it go , oh , oh , oh... "

" uh... sir ? the... documents... "

" lightning straight to my heart oh yeaa- GOD WHAT THE FUCK ?! oh . it's you . the documents ? yeah yeah , uh... go put them... over there . "

" ......sir- "

" no . if it's about that , then i don't want to hear it . "

osamu dazai ! FANCY

dazai's favorite pastime ? learning twice choreography . and what better ? with you !! he's had his ass dragged into your little dance classes sooo many times... (not like he's complaining though !) he knows somewhat about kpop , he likes listening to it with you (and for shits and giggles . ) also loves to see you dance to the songs yourself !! always tries to copy you so much so he ends up distracting you because it's funny , causing you to mess up the entire choreography :( when he hears the music play , that's when he knows it's time to crash course learn twice choreography !

" ...'samu ! "

" yes lovely ? "

" do you know what time it is ? "

" hmm..... four-thirty . "

" stupid , not the actual time ! c'moooonnnn you knowww thissss... "

" well color me clueless . "

" 'samu.... "

" i'm kidding! hmm... oh , don't tell... it's that time , isn't it ?! "

" you're so right... IT'S TIME TO CRASH COURSE LEARN TWICE CHOREOGRAPHY ! "

a little slower learning the choreography (because mf can't take it seriously sometimes) , but once he gets the hang of it you bet fucker WILL be hitting those moves whenever has the chance .

" it seems another job well done to us for solving the mystery , bella ! oh , OH , OHH !! i feel a song coming ... LET'S HIT IT , [name] !!! ohhh yes GET IT !! "

of course being dazai, you can't have a dance lesson with a little chaos in between ! but that's what makes it even more fun !

" one, two, three and four... no 'samu, that's not how do it ! "

" hehehe. fancyyyy youuu ooh-ooh-ooh- "

" DAZAI THE TABLE-?! "

" ouchieeee.... !!! bellaaaa~ help me out hereeeee... my hips huuurrrrrt !!!! "

" oh my god... "

overrall , 9/10 very chaotic but totally fun experience ! he enjoys it far too much for his own liking . he does a few freestyle moves of his own to " jazz up " the dance takes your dance lessons to HEART . period . kunikida always scolds him at work :P

" OI DAZAI . this isn't some dance class . get back to work !! "

" whaaaat ? sorry kunikida~ i can't hear you right now over the music !! my dearest [name] just taught me how to dance ! and i feel so POWERFUL !! OHH , keep quiet now !! THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART !! "

" DAZAI- "

atsushi nakajima ! TT

atsushi is a very interesting case when it comes to learning choreography... he tries his best though ! i feel like atsushi is very open to different kinds of music , so kpop is no different to him and enjoys listening to it ! super fascinated by how you managed to learn the dances . always slides in compliments after you finish with a little clap !! atsushi NEVER thinks about learning the choreography himself . he just likes listening to the music . but who is he to say no to you ?

" atsu !! "

" [name] !! what's the matter ? did something happen ? "

" atsushi . you know the one thing that you're missing right now ? it's that you NEED to crash course learn twice choreography with me . there's no backing out now !! "

" wha- ??? wait- HUH ???? "

poor boy is unfortunately a slow learner when it comes to dancing... but he's trying !!! his moves are a bit stiff , but just a little more practice and instructing will do !!!

" it's easy ! one , two , three , four , five , six , seven, eight ! can you try that for me ? "

" umm... one... two... three... four and five and six and seven eight... ?! did i do it ? "

" close !! there's room for improvement , though ! you're doing great though ! for your first time and the easiest twice choreography to learn ! "

" EASIEST ?!? aaahhhh... this is so hard , [name] ..... can we take a break ? "

practices whenever he can . you've seen and walked in on him practicing in front of the mirror and he's always gets soo embarrassed , but slowly he's starting to get the hang of it and you're so proud of him !!!

" one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "

" well , someone's been doing their homework ! "

" [name] ?! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM- "

overrall , 7/10 . he's proud to know he's finally learned how to perform twice choreography ! (even if the process was literal hell) obviously still struggles sometimes , but very silly and cute when he does it ! kyouka has walked in on him a few times... but she doesn't seem to mind !

" one , two , three , four...- "

" ...why are you dancing ? "

" YEAOW- oh... it's just you , kyouka... practicing this dance [name] taught me ! ah , where was i again...? one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight... "

" i didn't know they could dance . maybe i'll ask them about it later... "

reblogs appreciated ! ♡

#✧ . with love #i know i'd usually put in more effort for chuuya #but you can tell i had SOO much fun writing for dazai HAHA #i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did!! <3 #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi x reader

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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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Survey Says-! (18+ Rodimus/EVERYONE)

Chapter 1: Violations, Schmiolations!

Rodimus is NOT bitter about the results of the crew satisfaction survey, in fact, he’s fully prepared to change! He’s determined to change his crew’s minds, and what better way to do so than to get to know them- in the carnal sense that is.

There are no problems with this plan in Rodimus’s mind. There are many in Ultra Magnus’s. Magnus engages in some unfortunate(for Rodimus) damage control as head of Cybertronian Resources. Rodimus is not easily deterred.

Read on AO3 here! Chapter 1.5(NON CANON!) here! Chapter 2 here! Chapter 3 here! Chapter 4 here! Chapter 5 here! Chapter 6 here!

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FIC TAGS: Rodimus/Everyone(But y’know, not like. EVERYONE. Just a lot of various background characters and also more specifically with some others), Takes place post dark cybertron, but pre the whole ship disappearing thing and the mutiny, smut, Chastity, denial, Rodimus is a slut, Ongoing humiliation, HR Violations as comedy, Ultra Magnus is clueless, sticky sexual interfacing, comedy, sexual comedy, dubious consent (if you squint and tilt your head), contains illustrations

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Authors notes: This is the fic concept i was talking about in THIS tumblr post, if you're curious to see more of my thought process. This is all very deliberately silly, so try not to take things too seriously, nobody's getting hurt here, this is all for giggles

CHAPTER TAGS: Rodimus/Dipstick, briefly mentioned Rodimus/Hound, Trailcutter, Sprocket, and Pointblank, Ultra Magnus is obtuse but not stupid, Chastity, humiliation, Rodimus being Rodimus

“Ohh, yeah, just like that-” Rodimus sighed out, letting his helm roll back as he ran his digits over his spike. Dipstick wasn’t exactly his finest lay, but he did just fine where it counted.

And anyway, it wasn’t about what Rodimus wanted, this was all part of a noble and courageous cause, of course.

Rodimus let out a shaky moan as Dipstick mouthed along his chassis. An arc of charge shivered up his spinal strut at the feeling of his spike, heavy and thick, inside his valve. He could feel the bot start to lose rhythm, so Rodimus wrapped his legs a bit tighter around his hips and let out a long, pleased moan in Dipstick’s audial. He smirked to himself as the mech bowed forwards with a loud grunt. He sped up the servo on his spike as he chased his own edge.

The hot splashes of transfluid against his inner walls certainly helped. Rodimus offlined his optics as he stroked himself into a perfectly acceptable overload, enjoying the feeling of Dipstick’s fans gusting hot air across his front.

He allowed himself a moment of afterglow, which was quickly interrupted by a ping in his processor. Rodimus scanned it quickly. Oh slag. The speedster wriggled his way out from under Dipstick, who sluggishly pulled back after noting the captain’s attempt to escape.

“Something wrong-?” He began.

“Oh no, nothin at all bud, no worries!” Rodimus said quickly. “I’ve just gotta jet, had so much fun I forgot the time.” He chuckled, swiping at his array with a rag before closing his panels. “Thanks for letting me get to know you better!”

Dipstick nodded slowly, a bit of flush in his cheeks. “Uh- yeah, captain, no worries…”

Rodimus gave him another winning smile, offering a characteristic thumbs up before trotting out of the door to his hab suite with a spring in his step.

He was such a genius.

His ego had taken quite a few dings in recent times, what with his series of captainly ‘whoopsies’, being demoted to ‘co-captain’, having to work with fragging MEGATRON, and of course… the whole list incident. But Rodimus wasn’t stuck in his ways, in fact, he was prepared to help every one of his crew see that he could change.

By letting them know that he was completely at their disposal.

Wink.

He knew after his conversation with Ratchet that he wasn’t going to let the whole thing get him down, not over a faked survey list anyway. There was no point in taking his frustration out if he wasn’t learning something from the situation, so it was only logical that he take the time to listen to each and every member of his crew. So what if he didn’t know who wanted him off the ship? That wouldn’t matter as long as he was thorough in setting up his meetings.

The fact that most of his one on ones so far had ended with an overload was a coincidence, and not at all planned. As humble as Rodimus was, he also knew how hard it was for most bots to resist a sleek frame like his.

He felt a bit of pride bloom in his chassis, and perhaps elsewhere, as he recalled some of the past 15 ‘meetings’.

Hound was definitely a highlight. Rodimus didn’t exactly have a type, but he did enjoy the bulkiness of his frame against his, and certainly enjoyed that thick spike hitting just the right spot…

And Trailcutter of course, much sweeter than he’d thought, a very kind lover, but got a bit weepy when Rodimus had told him he was doing well.

Sprocket had opted for a quick blowjob, as Rodimus had caught him at a bit of a bad time, but he certainly made his enjoyments clear, nearly getting them caught when someone had passed by the supply closet they had tucked themselves into.

Pointblank had taken Rodimus’s spike well, enjoying the roughness that he’d treated him to, but making a mess on Rodimus’s office floor when he finished.

Rodimus whistled jovially as he bounced around the corner and his second in command’s office came into sight. He wasn’t going to be too terribly late for his meeting with Ultra Magnus, either, which was likely a surprise to both of them. Rodimus grinned to himself. Everything was coming up Roddy!

“Captain.” Ultra Magnus said stiffly as Rodimus stepped into the room.

“Maaaagggss! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rodimus plopped down in the seat on the opposite side of his desk, propping his pedes up on the edge of it, kicking Magnus’s nameplate out of place. Ultra Magnus’s optic flickered with irritation as he reached over the desk and knocked Rodimus’s legs off of it.

“I’d like to have a discussion regarding your current extracurricular escapades.” He said, picking up his datapad with one servo while his other adjusted his nameplate back to equilibrium.

Rodimus’s faceplate blanched. “Aaahh, what do you mean?” asked the captain innocently.

“You’ve been interfacing startlingly regularly with several of your subordinates.” Magnus retorted flatly. “Which qualifies as a breach of several ordinances and rules surrounding proper captainly conduct.” He turned his optics from the datapad to lock with Rodimus’. “Which you should be well aware of… as you have surely read through the important manuals and documents I sent you before we began this journey.”

“Pff- Yeah! Of course! You recite the first bit of that code, I'll be able to finish it for sure!” Rodimus lied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Primus, he should have cleaned his valve out more, he could feel Dipstick’s transfluid rolling around in there. It’d get absorbed by the nanites in there soon enough, but for now, it was an uncomfortable reminder while he wriggled under Ultra Magnus’s glare.

“Section 45, subheading 8- On the subject of intimate relations amongst superior officers and subordinates.” Ultra Magnus prompted.

Rodimus shifted again, sitting up straighter and squeezing his legs together. “Uhh, gimme just a skosh more?”

The larger bot let out a disappointed sigh. “Should a superior officer find himself entangled romantically or sexually with a subordinate crew member, the relationship must be made clear to a ship’s Cybertronian Resources officer, and cleared before a council of the captains and subordinate’s peers to assure there is no power imbalance present. Failure to comply is grounds for demotion on the part of the captain, Rodimus.” Ultra Magnus said gravely.

“Oh- Well I don’t know what gave you the idea I was doing such a thing, but I’m not, so we don’t have to worry about it-” Rodimus began, adjusting himself again in his chair in preparation to leave.

“Rodimus, I’m not stupid, I have it on good authority that you are engaging with our crew inappropriately.” Ultra Magnus drawled, clearly growing frustrated with repeating himself.

“Wha- Who told!” Rodimus blurted out, quickly resetting his vocalizer. “W-who lied I mean, we should be sure to meet with whoever is spreading rumours like this-”

“Rodimus I’ve heard you interfacing in two supply closets, seen the transfluid you failed to wipe off your office floor, and watched you walk down the hall to your hab unit leaving a convenient trail of fluids directly from Powerflash’s suite.” -

Rodimus’s intake snapped shut, face flaring a bit with embarrassment. It wasn’t as if Rodimus had any shame about his habits- er, gracious and noble quest for forgiveness- it was just that Ultra Magnus was the last one he wanted to find out about them. “... Yeah…” He muttered defeatedly, slumping back down in his seat. “... So what, am I getting demoted? Is Megatron taking up his rightful place as the true captain? I hope he enjoys sitting in my seat.” Rodimus pouted petulantly.

Ultra Magnus disregarded his grumbling, reaching for a drawer in his desk. “On the contrary, I am going to give you another chance to reconsider your actions.” He stood, tucking something he had grabbed behind his back, and walking around the desk towards him. “Your actions, while unprofessional and incredibly juvenile, do betray a want to rectify some of your past mistakes, which…” Ultra Magnus’s frown softened a bit, begrudgingly allowing a modicum of admission into his tone. “Is a step in the right direction.”

Rodimus’s vents hitched, his optic ridges raising as he sized up his SIC. “Oh- Mags- was this your way of flirting with me?” Rodimus laughed. “Aw, maggy, you didn’t need to do all this, really, just invite me out for drinks some-” The captain’s flirting was cut off when Ultra Magnus reached a servo down to effortlessly knock Rodimus’s legs apart.

“I am not flirting, captain.” He said flatly, all softness melted out of his expression.

Rodimus stared up at him. He could feel his frame starting to heat with quickly tamped down arousal at the way the bigger bot loomed over him.

“I am going to keep you accountable, and in doing so,” Ultra Magnus brought the device he had picked out of his drawer around to his front, Rodimus had never seen something like it before. It was painted bright yellow with black caution stripes, all extendable bars and geometry like it was supposed to hook onto something. “I will make sure that your behaviour ceases this instant.”

“Oh Mags- whatever could you me-” Rodimus began to croon, cut off by sudden sensation as Ultra Magnus’s hands lifted up his hips off the chair. “H-Hey-! Listen Mags- I like em forward but this is a little-”

Rodimus was silenced as Ultra Magnus unceremoniously clamped the device tight around his panels, pressing his thumb hard into a top latch to fasten the locks in place with a low magnetic zap.

Rodimus looked down, dumbfounded, at his own panels, now securely fastened shut. “Did you… just put a car boot… on my panels?” He said, slowly turning his helm up to look at Ultra Magnus.

The bigger bot nodded proudly, folding his arms over his chassis. “I felt this was the only way to keep you from continuing to breach protocol.”

“WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” Rodimus howled, kicking Ultra Magnus’s leg and succeeding only in pushing his chair back a ways. He immediately began to claw at the boot on his panels and was horrified to find it well and truly stuck there.

“Under chapter 79, section 31-A of the crew relations act, the third subsection suggests possible fixes for inappropriate interfacing behaviour, such as-”

“AS MAGNETIZING MY ARRAY CLOSED??! You’re sick!!” Rodimus wailed, still ineffectually pushing at the bars and beams fastened to his junk. “This- THIS has to count as cruel and unusual punishment!!”

“It doesn’t. I’ve checked. And it isn’t permanent either, and yes I did consult Ratchet before proceeding to ensure there would be no adverse effects to your gynecological health.” Ultra Magnus went over his points, walking back around the desk and sitting back down. “I am giving you a decacycle of this punishment, we will check in at the halfway point, and you will have a chance to plead your innocence at that time-”

“A DECACYCLE!!??” Rodimus cried, popping up on his pedes and slamming his servos on the desk. “You- You can’t be serious!! This is humiliating, everyone is going to see-”

“See that you are taking steps towards being less of a sexual pest and more of a professional and honest leader?” Ultra Magnus raised a brow ridge. Rodimus searched in his optics for some sign that he really didn’t believe what he was saying.

“You can’t be that obtuse.” Rodimus growled. THERE! There! Ultra Magnus’s optics flicked away with an uncharacteristic glint.

“Consider any unpleasant feelings as motivation to reconsider your previous leadership choices, captain.” Ultra Magnus said blithely, going back to scanning his datapads. “You are free to go, sir.”

“I hate you.” Rodimus spat, indignantly swatting Magnus’s name plate off his desk before spinning on his heel and storming out of his office.

#valveplug #transformers #mtmte #transformers mtmte #maccadam #lost light #rodimus #/nsfw #my fic #my art #smut #transformers smut #rodimus/everyone

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scribesofcalamity · 6 months

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I finished the new gw2 patch this weekend and man,idk....

Spoilers under the cut

I'm not usually one to have a major opinion on story releases,I consume, enjoy and carry on for the most part.

I freaking hated the dragon response missions,but I've mostly enjoyed everything else.

I did enjoy the main release of SoTo. It was fun seeing the tower and Zojja. I liked most of the new characters introduced apnd it was fun running around with Peitha in our head.

That being said, I was SO underwhelmed with this new release. The story was slow, I found myself not really paying attention to the dialouge. The map seems empty and nothing really caught my eye. I hated that the story audio for the meta kept played so I heard about Ramses before I ever actually met him on the story chapter. (Edit: im just a silly little guy and totally overlooked our first meeting somehow lmao whoopsies) I didn't really get Igna?? Or the little kryptis we picked up who then immediately died (and I felt nothing about that). The achievements were bugged, the story was abysmal with the time Length it actually took to finish it, and the fights and area were just meh. I felt no connection to any of these new characters or their weight in the story/world.

I HATED that Zoija took the plunge without us really getting to interact more. She just spoke again to Taimi and now she doesn't remember anything or anyone. I was pretty sad about that.

Idk, I'm actually really disappointed. I'm hoping things pick up in the next patch, but I miss the intensity of previous story patches were I couldn't wait to get on and play.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #soto spoilers #secrets of the obscure #scribes is actually posting a story opinion??#shocking lol

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daisyblinder · 1 year

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Whoopsie Daisy// Richard Winters x reader

🍁 Warnings: None

🍁 Summary: George Luz has a big mouth

You had gotten used to the ways of the men. It was more often than not that the nurses got their fare share of attention when dealing with the more upbeat soldiers.

You did not wear your engagement ring when working, for obvious reasons, but it was never far from you. Hidden in an envelope, in your skirt pockets so you would not lose it. Many soldiers took the lack of the ring visible as an open door to take their chances.

And for the most part, you did not mind. Most of the men were just genuinely sweet and funny. In the midst of all the horror, it was nice to have something happier and regular to think of. When it was just innocent and cheerful, you saw no harm in it.

The thing is: you did not expect to end up working with men under your own fiance’s command. And some of those men, were far from innocent. They had made you blush and cover your ears more than a few times.

”What do you say, Ms.? Should I get this cake on the line so you can finally get your hands on it?”, George Luz was a handful that one. Trying to patch up Buck Compton’s behind while having him observing was not an easy feat. A lovable man, George was, but he was a jokester and he knew exactly the words to say to fluster someone.

”I would advice you to keep you head low and preferably if there is cake on the line; eat it”, you answered with a light tone as you try to focus on your work.

”You’d like to eat this cake then, huh?”, George teases with a chuckle making your whole face heat up. Buck swats a heavy arm at him, noticing how flustered you are becoming.

”Come on, Luz, leave the lady alone”, he commands lightly. Buck knew who you were, you had met him before. He was a pleasant man. A gentle giant with carefree baby blue eyes. If only they could remain as carefree.

”I would have to agree with Lt. Compton, Luz”, rasps a voice behind you. You don’t have to look to see who it is. A smile spreads to your face as you finish your wrapping and still your hands.

”You’re all good to go”, you say to Buck and the men waiting to carry him away to a transportation for the hospital. ”Take care, Buck”

”Will do, sweetheart”, he answers back quietly. As the men take him away, you stand up to look at Richard. The man is staring down the radioman with such intensity it could set the whole field on fire. He was not a jealous man, your Richard. Usually at least but the time apart did something to a man.

”Let me introduce you”, Richard says with a commanding voice. ”Come closer George”, The man in question gulps lightly, not used to this sort of power play from his usually calm officer.

”Holy Mary and Joseph care for me like you did Jesus”, he whispers to himself as he comes to stand right in front of Richard. You step next to him as well an amused smile playing on your lips. Several of the men were also now alert on what was going on.

”This here, Is our T-4 George Luz”, Richard begins, ”and this George, is my fiance nurse Y/n Y/Ln” he finishes with a tight smile. George pales at the mention as you can hear a howl of laughter from the side. From what you can see it’s Lewis and Harry.

”Honor to meet you. Whoopsie daisy how my mouth deceives me”, the technician stutters before saluting Dick and taking off. You let shake your head as you giggle.

Without a word Richard starts leading you to a jeep with a hand on the small of your back. ”You silly, silly man”, you say shaking your head. ”What has gotten into you?”, you giggle looking at his sour face.

Richard shakes his head as he helps you to take as a seat in the back of the empty jeep. ”Do they do that often?”, he asks making you furrow your brow in confusion. ”Make comments, my men”, he clarifies seeing your confusion.

You sigh, looking around quickly to see that people aren’t looking, and cup his face. ”Your men are very well behaved, they make comments yes, but they can draw a line. You don’t have to worry, darling”, you soothe.

Dick’s face remains tight as he looks at you. ”I miss you”, he says after a moment of silence. Your own face goes grim as you bite down on your lower lip. ”I miss you too”, you agree. Gently resting your forehead against his, you hold back your tears.

What would you give to just burrow yourself into his arms like you used to back in Lancaster. ”This is what awakened our jealous Richie, huh?”, you tease trying to deflect the sadness, not wanting to take the chances of the last time you see him, being a sad memory.

”I don’t have to be jealous”, he shakes his head. ��I would be a bad man to take away your smile from other men. What matters to me is that this heart here beats in union with mine”, he whispers both of you looking down at his palm that now rests on your chest.

You take your hands away from his face and rest a palm over his own heartbeat. Soon your hearts beat together to the same pace. ”I have to go”, he says all too soon but makes no move to step away.

”I love you”

”Till death do as part”

And with a tender swift kiss, you have to part.

#richard winters x reader #richard winters #band of brothers #lewis nixon x reader #harry welsh #george luz #dick winters x reader #dick winters

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beetlebug-bii · 1 year

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What if mc accidentally sneezed into the characters mouth when they yawned? Any assortment of character(s). I just am curious bc shits and giggles.

Authors Note: Pfft oh my stars this is my favorite one I've gotten so far! Short but silly, enjoy!

Requests Open! Send in your sillies! Dont be shy!

Content Warning: silly goofy time

TLDR: why is everyone just so dramatic

Asmo, Belphie, and Diavolo react to MC accidentally sneezing in their mouth

Asmo

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

He is writhing on the floor

ALL HE DID WAS YAWN

YOU NASTY. NASTY HUMAN

he's screeching and wailing and rapidly scrubbing his tongue with a toothbrush and-

wait a second

THIS ISNT EVEN HIS TOOTHBRUSH

ITS MAMMONS

by this point he is practically deceased

He's given up

Sobbing on the floor

Crying about how unfair life is

How he will never be the same

I think this experience genuinely changed Asmo

He will be grief ridden for days

If not weeks!

He literally cried so hard it formed a small puddle

Which made him cry more because the salt in the tears was totally going to dry out his skin

He was so dramatic about the whole situation

He wore

A mask around you

For a month

You can kiss him THROUGH THE MASK

offered to help you with a nice mucus cleansing routine

You know what the worst part is?

This all happened on livestream

His fanbase is so split between thinking it was hilarious and mourning alongside him

You are a supervillain now I'm so sorry

Watch where you sneeze next time love

Belphie

Uhm hello?

Who do you think you are??

Offended to the max

(He secretly thought it was so funny dont worry)

But he is a little shit first and foremost

He made the most offended and flabbergasted sounds at you without even saying a word for like 3 straight minutes

He sounded like a literal keyboard smash, you didnt know that was a sound people were capable of making but you were so wrong

How could you do this to him

SNEEZING

IN HIS PRESENCE

IN HIS MOUTH

YOU RUDE FUCKER

and so he had to pull out the pro gamer moves he learned from big brother Mammon

You owe him 200% interest and a down payment for emotional damages

Yes this is necessary

What do you mean you dont have the grimm

Well guess you gotta work to pay off your nasty debt then huh

You owe him like

Forever

Of cuddles

Like forever and ever

No you dont get a choice

Get under the covers before he uses your mouth like a tissue

he will do it

Dont test him.

Diavolo

He was so confused

He yawned

You sneezed

Now he isnt stupid

But he thought it would be so funny to tease you

"Is this a human sign of affection?"

He sneezed on you like 12 times

He kept hinting that he was gonna blow his nose on you

This did end with both of you sprinting around the castle

For like an hour

You were sprinting up and down the halls as he chased after you gleefully

For you it was like an intense horror movie chase scene

And for him he was happily frolicking and teasing his romcom bestie

You ran and ran, and hid time and time again

You were hidden in a closet

A closet in a small corridor hardly ever used

The closet was pitch black, and pretty warm, but you didnt mind

You just had to catch your breath

You were like wow he will never find me here, I lost him

No.

You're wrong.

Turn around real slow

Hes there

So is Barbados for some reason

They are both standing behind you

Smirking

The door is locked

I'd say let god help you but...

Not even god can find you here...

All 3 of you ended up sick the next day

Whoopsies

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc

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inconveniently-discorporated · 5 months

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Any time I think about how my silly little crafts are just that and there's no point in keeping them around, I think about how I have several of my grandma's paintings on the wall and they were the only thing I cared about when my dad died.

She died when I was around 2-3, she would have no idea how treasured and cherished and loved they would be. They're not like, masterclass professional paintings, but they were loved and they were hers (and then my dad's, and then mine, and one day my children's). A token of how love and connection can be built with perfect strangers from a distant past you took no part in.

When I was a child I thought they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. As an adult who has spent their whole life looking at them, I now see all of the little details and, I guess, "mistakes" or things that I would've criticized about my own paintings, but on hers they are what make the paintings unique.

Now when I look at a whoopsie I've made on a crochet project (too far back to fix) or a painting or anything, I appreciate the beauty of the handmade and how it makes this thing mine. I imagine my grandkids feeling it in their hand and their fingers running back over that point as an anchor point and maybe it calms them.

I love my grandma's paintings. 🥰

#the beauty of art

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 2 months

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They Both Just Gotta Be Dicks - a Malevolent fic

WARNING: Intermezzo spoilers

Not much surprises Kayne anymore.

A melting Arthur manages.

AO3

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This is try number six hundred and forty-eight. Or maybe forty-nine? Sure, forty-eight, and who cares, because I am absolutely sure it does not matter at all.

Who would even bother counting? What would be the point?

There isn’t a point, and that is the fucking point.

Yeah, yeah, you two, get your morning started; share the coffee, drop the sugar (seen this eighteen thousand fucking times and how’s that for counting), and here comes the mail courier!

This part always goes fun. Sometimes Parker dies right away; sometimes there’s a Battle For Supremacy! in which proto-John wins every time and then Parker dies. Sometimes Arthur gets killed in the process, and proto-John gets a maximum of sixty-eight seconds (I did count that) of life outside the Dark World before oopsie-whoopsie can’t kill your host and he goes screaming back. Sometimes—

A man comes out of the shadows (did I see that right?) wearing an absolutely filthy anachronistic hoodie and jeans for a guy twice his size, fucking cold-cocks the mail courier over the head, dumps his bag (yes, I’m just standing here staring, and who wouldn’t), finds proto-John’s book (The fuck! Proto-John’s book!), and then steps back into the shadows and is gone.

Well, I…

I can’t help laughing, screaming it, because what the actual hell was that? I’ve done this five million and eighty-nine times and I have never seen that before!

The door opens, and the detective besties are fussing over the mail courier, but they no longer matter because the book is gone. Arthur’s just not as effective without his little friend.

Silly weird filthy criminal. Did you really think you could slip through shadows and I couldn’t follow?

So he’s pretty good with portals! Nice! Took us all the way to the woods outside Innsmouth (fucking nasty place), and breathing like he’s fucking dying, he goes loping through the woods, unconcerned about shoggoths or any other dreadful thing, clutching that book like it’s everything he’s ever wanted, tripping over his boots, which are also too fucking big, and I just gotta know.

I gotta know… and I don’t! Do you know how rare that is?

He’s done something to himself, this gasping-shambling-winner-of a human, and I can’t see his thoughts. Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’m excited enough not to just explode him and take the fucking book back.

He stops. Drops to his knees. Holds the book out. Is clearly about to open the fucker.

Nope, sorry, proto-John spoken for. “Yyyyyyallo.”

He doesn’t jump. Goes real still. “I knew you’d be here,” says Arthur Lester who sounds like somebody put him through a meat grinder and then stuffed him into sausage casing and then smoked him halfway and then popped him in a microwave without poking holes so he blew up in there and then scraped him out and squished him back together in the shape of a man.

Gotta admit, I didn’t see all this coming! “That’s a neat trick,” I say, walking around to the front. “How’d you know?”

That sure is Arthur Lester looking up at me, though he’s missing teeth, and you could just slice meat on those cheekbones. “Because that’s how lucky I am.”

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. “You must be lucky, Artie, because I don’t know you! How about that? Looks like somebody sure put you through the wringer, though!” Closer, kneeling down, making eye-contact.

His eyes are that funky color of repeated and unaddressed subconjunctival hemorrhage. He’s just breathing like a bull, clutching that book, looking like he wants to bite me.

“You can see!” I tsk. “That just isn’t fair, is it? We should fix that.”

And he says, “I know where your fucking black stone is, you fucking monster,” and just like that, it stops being funny.

I may not know him (conundrum!) but he does know me, and as the smile slides off my face, he starts to shake, so he doesknow me well enough to know he’s in trouble.

“Do you?” I say, high and light and kind of tight. “Do you? Do you? Because that’s important information, Artie, that I would like to have right now! You wouldn’t go claiming something like that if it wasn’t true, would you? Where is it? On you? Did you swallow it, Artie? Am I gonna have to go digging for gold?”

And he says something else he shouldn’t know at all! “It’s on Earth one-two-four-nine aspect B8, you filthy dickhole.”

Yeah, sooooo… this just got weird? “How’d you know that, Artie?” I say, calm, soft, soothing. “That’s not a designation you ought to know.”

“Because you told me, or part of you. The one you fucking killed,” he snarls, spitting, and his hood slips back.

Oh, that ain’t right. Most of his hair is gone. He looks kinda cancerous, definitely grody, really not socially reassuring. I can’t read his mind, but I can peek at other things, and boy-howdy. “Hey, you’re gonna die, Artie!” I say with great cheer.

“I know.” He clutches the book. “It’s okay now.”

“No, I don’t really think it is, Artie, in fact, I’m getting the idea you don’t really understand the stakes here—”

“I know you promised him to me if I got your fucking stone!” Arthur just screams at me, and there’s blood with bile in it flying out of his throat and that just tastes deeee-lightful. “I got it! I had it! You were supposed to give him back!”

Oh. I tap my chin.

Behind us, a couple of roaming shoggoths spot us, feel me, and run yipping away into the woods. Yeah, yeah.

“I get it,” I say. “You were dealing with another me. Well, good news! I killed them all.”

“I know!” He screams it, and his voice cracks, and he is sobbing all over the book and himself and there’s blood and snot everywhere.

“You’re so juicy,” I tell him.

“You killed him before he could do it,” Arthur says in that tiny voice he gets when he’s all they won and I can’t and all that weakling bullshit.

“So… you actually got the black stone?” I say. “Without John.”

“No. With him.” Such a brittle tone! But at least that detail is consistent. “Then we weren’t going to give it to him. He was going to wake the Dreamer.”

Pfft. Well, I know which one of me that was, and good riddance. “That old chestnut?”

“We weren’t going to do it, and he took John, and… and I…”

“Were you gonna trade, Artie?” I all but sing at him. “Trade John for waking the Dreamer and ending everything including John?”

“No,” he says, spraying more blood. “We were going to trick him. But then you ki… you… you showed up and you… you…”

“I killed him!” I remember that one. Suicidal version of me? No, thanks. “I ch-ch-chopped him to bits, and then I stewed the bits, and then I ground him into meat and I ate the whole thing!” And I laugh.

He doesn’t laugh. Artie never does have a good sense of humor.

“Just let me have this,” he suddenly says. “You don’t know what I’ve done to get him. Let me have him, and I’ll tell you where the fucking stone is.”

“Or I could just torture you for it,” I say with a shrug.

“Go the fuck ahead. There’s nothing you could use anymore, and if you do, you won’t know the trick we did. You’ll lose. Even if you get your stone, you’ll lose, because it won’t be the whole fucking thing.”

I laugh again because eh? “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I open this book. I take John into myself. You get what you need.”

“Or I just take the book, and take what I need, and we’re done!”

His laugh is just crazy, grating, crackling delicious, and I lock it away in my head for future use. “You can’t.”

That’s fucking insulting, so I reach to pluck out his defiant little eyeballs.

I…

I missed?

I stare at my hand, outstretched, and at him. “Huh?” I say, as one does.

“You can’t,” he says. “The trade. I get John.”

“Not your John. Not even a John yet,” I point out.

“He will be. I’ll tell him who he is. It’ll be fine. It’s going to be fine.” He’s rocking back and forth now. “All of it will be fine.”

Wow. “You’re a special kind of crazy, ain’tcha?” I try again. I… miss again? I have no idea how that’s happening. I could just cook his cells and do it that way, but I’m so curious! “Okay, this is pretty neat, and all,” I say. “But that book is due elsewhere right now? I mean, we’re already off schedule, and also, my guy, you’ve missed an obvious out. I can just take you with me and make you show me the stone.”

That laugh, Artie, wow! “No, you can’t,” he says all wetly. “Because if I cross another world-boundary, or even step through time at any pace other than normal, I will fucking die.”

I whip out some pince-nez (like you do) and pop them on to try to see him clearly.

Still can’t see his thoughts. Can see a whole lot else. He was not lying. “Oh, Artie, what’d you do to yourself?” I say, already laughing, because this guy is worn so fucking thin that I think rain would tear him apart.

“I hunted,” he says. “I found a way. And I found my way here.”

“You know, most humans who get into magic of this kind do not generally suffer organ jello-ification? Seriously, what’d you do?”

“I only needed to get here,” he says, and his voice is soft, and he strokes the book cover, and wow, Artie, wow.

“Buddy. Pal. You’re that frail, you can’t take him inside you.”

“I know.”

“I mean he’s gonna kill you. At once. Not even on purpose.”

“I know.”

“You’re gonna pop like a cheap condom.”

“I know.” (He would.) “And if you let me, you’ll get what you need.”

“How in fuck will that get me what I—” And all at once, I get it. My laugh is almost as crazy as his. “What’d you do, Artie?”

“I put it here,” he says, pointing to the most egregious bald-spot, the most cancer-looking area. “Yes. I did. You can’t touch me… and you need this piece. If you don’t get it, your stone won’t work for whatever the fuck you’re trying to use it for.”

And it’s so daring and so wild and so stupid? Not like I can’t kill just him and find it in the corpse? “Grammatically heinous, my boy!” I say, affecting a Brigadier General for a moment. “Seriously, though, you shoved part of my stone into your skull?”

“I do this. I tell you where. You let me have this.”

“This… proto-John.”

“He’s in there.” He curls over the book. “And I’ll make sure he knows… he knows everything.”

“He’ll die with you.”

“With.”

Oh, Artie, Artie, Artie. “You know that doesn’t work? He wouldn’t be tied to you after death.”

“I know. I made sure he would,” he snarls like some snarly thing, and that’s when I decide to let him do it.

He’s tried so hard, and he’s got information I want, and just look at him! Obsessed! Gross! Melting! How in fuck will proto-John even respond to this? Oh, I missed you so much that I fucking killed us both and bound us somehow in the Dark World? Yeah, that’ll go over great.

He’s still trying to sell me.

“Let me. You’ll get what you want.”

Oh, fuck, this is gonna be a ride. “He’s not gonna thank you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You know what? You’ve surprised me, Artie. That’s worth a cup of coffee. Go ahead. Steal your John, then trap him after death. I’ll take the li’l stone-bit when you’re gone, and all will be right with the world.”

And he tells me where it is. What year, exactly. What landmass. Even what region. He can’t get closer than that, but that’s okay. That’s okay.

It’s one of many places those three idiots found. I would’ve gotten there eventually, I tell myself, but let’s be real here: Artie just saved me a whole bunch of pointless Arthur-wasting. I know where to send the good ones now. You know. The ones that don’t get flushed.

He’s not even aware I’m here anymore, I think. Cradling that damn book. Does he even remember he had a daughter? I fucking’ swear, this guy… “Hope Faroe likes your new add-on.”

He doesn’t answer me. Wow, Artie. Wow.

He opens the book.

I’ve seen this a thousand times. That blast of power, that wildness of desperate fire, that light reaching for him like a drowning man for a swimming one and pulling them both under.

He chokes. His eyes go from bloodshot blue to bloodshot gold. “John,” he sobs.

Then he pops like a ripe cherry. Good spread, too! Those bone-bits ain’t never coming out of those trees.

Honestly surprised he lasted that long, given the mess he was. How in fuck did he even get that way? It must have taken years. “Oh, oh, I’ve got chills. Years of looking for John? Of ensuring you’d go to the Dark World together? Ahahaha! Ridiculous! Only you, Artie, only you… oh, yeah, you’re dead, you can’t hear me.” I rummage around in the mess.

Know what’s annoying? I can’t see the sliver.

Fuck.

It takes me a month to gather all the goo (thanks a ton, Artie), trick someone into touching the gray stone, and then getting them to tell me where the sliver is, and then I can finally fucking touch it.

Sort of.

Gather it, we’ll say.

Fuck. It’s not that small. Things would definitely not have gone right if this were missing. I don’t even know how I’m going to repair the damned thing, but at least I have the sliver.

Thanks. A lot. Artie.

At least I know where to go.

Gotta go find me a new Arthur. This one is no longer interesting. Without a John—proto or not—it won’t fucking work, as I’ve learned through trial and tribulation, though not my own.

I could just kill this now-pointless-Arthur, but eh… I don’t care anymore. His lucky day.

Before I go alternate-Artie-hunting, though, I just have to go take a peek into the land of the dead.

Well, well, well… whaddaya know. It worked. They’re together.

And shouting at each other. Wow, that is some conflict! Figures that even when dead, even after all Arthur did to pull this off, they both just gotta be dicks.

Music to my ears.

#intermezzo spoilers #malevolent spoilers #kayne malevolent #arthur lester #malevolent fic

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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Erica jabbed at the words she’d written on the blackboard, glaring angrily at Mr Bradley, the head of the Regression Centre she’d been unwillingly enrolled in.

“Awww, I’m sorry sweetie,” he said, smiling. “But you do need nappies. Don’t you remember the lesson you had? You listened to your special music and we learned all about how you’re not potty trained, about how you’re always making wee-wees and poo-poos in your pants, how you often don’t even know that you’ve wet or messed yourself unless a grown-up checks your nappy and tells you.”

Erica wrinkled her nose and shook her head violently, sending her pigtails flying around her face. That didn’t sound right at all! Her head felt funny, like it was full of cotton wool. She was supposed to be a big girl, wasn’t she? If she wasn’t potty trained that would be so embarrassing!

“Are you sure you don’t need nappies, sweetie?” Mr Bradley asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I think I smell something yucky. Are you sure you haven’t done a whoopsie, Erica?”

Erica whined and stomped her foot in indignation. She didn’t do that in her pants! Did she…? She could smell something yucky too. She just hadn’t thought anything of it. Brow furrowed, Erica wiggled her bottom, concentrating hard on the sensation in her nappy. Then she gasped. There was definitely something back there.

“Baby Erica did a poopy in her pants, didn’t she?” Mr Bradley cooed. “You’re just a silly little girl who can’t even tell when she needs a nappy change. Your Daddy wants you more like a toddler in your other behaviours, but he specifically requested you be a total baby when it comes to your potty training. He seemed to think it would keep your attitude in check. I can’t say I blame him – you were so haughty when you first arrived. But once your conditioning is done, you’ll just be a dumb, diaper-dependent toddler who’s head over heels in love with her Daddy. Yes you will!”

A part of Erica’s hypnotised brain tingled pleasantly at the sweet tone of his voice, but another part of her felt a rush of fear at his words. She pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Not my Daddy!” she pouted. “Boyfwiend!”

Mr Bradley laughed. “He used to be your boyfriend, sweetie, but now he’s your Daddy. You’re not going to have much use for a boyfriend anymore. No, what you need is someone to feed you, and burp you, and change your stinky nappies.”

Erica’s eyes went wide and she shook her head frantically, her expression horrified. This definitely wasn’t right! She was a grown-up! An adult! It all came back to her in a rush. Her boyfriend wanted her turned into some ridiculous, overgrown toddler!

“Twicked me!” she whined, stomping her foot again.

“Yes, he did trick you, little one. But it was for your own good. I have to say, it’s always so funny seeing the girls at the start, wearing their professional clothes, acting so mature and sophisticated, with no idea that their adulthood is about to be taken away forever. But I promise you’ll be so much happier as a big baby than you ever were as an adult woman.”

Erica’s thumb slipped back into her mouth and she started sucking on it frantically. She didn’t want to be a stupid baby! She had friends. She had a career. She had a whole life! She didn’t want the rest of it to consist of an endless series of bottle feedings and early bedtimes and nappy changes!

Tears spilled down Erica’s cheeks as she started to panic, but Mr Bradley held a small screen up to her face. Almost immediately, her breathing settled down, and she became lost in the swirling colours and pretty tinkling music.

“There we go, little one,” Mr Bradley said gently. His tone was soft, but there was a cruel smirk playing about his lips. “Back to baby land. Now, today we’re going to learn all about how you’re a silly little girl who can’t even feed herself without making a mess…”

#mellowsadistic

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 1 year

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Hello, i'm cheese anon's evil (not really) alter ego, theorist anon and i've come here to tell you my theory or uhh... actually personal hc of what happend to bruno (headcanons are like theorys but less fancy shut >:[), (i tweaked it a bit to fit your context just a tad better as i have some ideas with how you portrayed bruno (or well part of him))

SO. First of all i have to say i liked the uniform you gave bruno, very cute tbh, but more than pizzeria it's giving ice cream or candy shop thb, not that is a bad thing just saying so uhh fuck it pizzeria no more he runs an ice cream shop now in me mind

OK WITH THAT OUT THE WAY NOW WE FR THIS TIME.

Ok so. Once upon a time this italian guy called Bruno runed an ice cream shop with his wife, pizzahead saw how succesful they were on their own and said "shiiid imma need that" so he made a deal with the happy couple. BUT then he tried to bribe and trick them into giving up pretty much all rights to uhh.. i don't have a name for the ice cream shop actually lmao, just think of amything. anyways, they said no bc the ice cream shop was something they hold very dear to them, they have been saving for this for literal years and risked it all to get it running so who would want to give it all out like that really? But pisshead can't accept a no for an answer so what did he did? He just killed them in the spot. If they aren't gonna sing these papers might as well just kill the guys so they stop growing you know? He cannot afford ANY sort of competition (even tho he sells horrible pizzas and they are a fucking ice cream shop). But then he realizes "shit i fucked up imma get sued" so he just tried to recreate bruno using his brain as a base, couldn't replicate the wife tho, he accidentally shot her in the brain without thinking he would have to clone her too oops.

Anyways they go thru the cloning process but uh oh the clone isn't perfect, guy doesn't even remember who he was. The solution? Lie that they sold their shop and flew out the country with the money without telling anyone, aslo they changed their numbers you cannot find them ^-^. Btw the shop closed down literal months after he "acquired" the shop, the ice cream was bad it tasted like pizza :(.

That gets us to today, pizzahead now found some new guy to torment and since he had the clone laying around he just kind of managed to make it change looks so it can look like peppino and then used them as a boss on his tower.

Ok i'm done talking :] hope you like this mess of a theory imma go, cheese bitch wants to take control again mkay bye was a plessure to speak to ya'll <3

(Ohohoho, Theorist Anon! What a delight to read!

I cannot confirm nor deny your theory, but I will say that part of it is pretty spot-on! And it's generally an interesting story regardless!

Just some silly and goofy pizza man absolutely snapping and killing a couple bc he's a jealous bitch, and then he goes 'whoopsie daisy' and remakes one of them, and uses them to torment another guy??? Incredible

If dear Cheese Anon allows you to return, I'd love to read any more theories you have! (And I will continue to smugly grin as I do not confirm nor deny them)

ALSO, I totally get the ice cream shop vibes from the outfit, not intentional, but it is very funny to imagine Pizzahead taking over a non-pizza related place and making bad pizzas or pizza-flavoured ice cream!

Who knows! Maybe the tower warped Bruno's Ice Cream to Bruno's Pizza, bc it is Pizza tower and not Ice Cream tower hehe

Also, Pep does love ice cream, but that's maybe unrelated!)

#ooc post #I'm gonna make a theory tag so I can read them later hehe #theory post #but fr this was a fun read!!!#so thank you for spilling your thoughts <3 #also did I basically draw Pep doing the same thing as the previous post?#yes! but he deserves all the treats!!!#also cw tags!#death //#death mention //#guns //#you didn't say gun but it was implied so just in case

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meowza315 · 2 months

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hi I'm anon who loved your au mike! whoopsie my memory must be bad i thought they were like 21 (maybe I mixed it up as 19-21 not 16-19) and because in the movies they're adults going in so i assumed lol! and im 17 anyway so i forgot as anon that could seem weird. byler being attractive or in love physically isn't weird though i think it's healthy to just say it's not what you like, as a teen it's nice to figure out what i like and be comfortable navigating it not grossed out. but not to worry as the artist it's fair not to want that and not what I meant for this au with what I said anyway! he's just a good looking silly guy 😎 like that little doodle of will sizzling on the floor on my last ask shows his love for sure LOL so so cute. their love language being touch is also very sweet and comes across in your art and suits the au, it's a nice thought! thnks for this au!

hello again!!

no worries, things happen 😭 they are in fact 16 when the story starts and by the time it ends three years passed (it’s 2.5 I did the math wrong) due to Mike’s extensive training period and the time between their confession and Mike transferring his consciousness to his avatar permanently. Together it’s 3 years but broken down his training took 18 months, the time from the end of training to tsaheylu was a year, and another month or two between that and the end of the story with a few days or weeks sprinkled in between in certain areas I can’t remember but. yeah 3 years? 2.5? Something like that.

With how they’re aged, they’re both essentially 16 1/2 which is why they’re 19, cause after the year and a half of struggle before their confession they both had turned 18 at that point and then the year after that blah blah blah you get the point. anyways.

I myself am 16 (birthday was a little under a week ago writing this) !!! I don’t think it’s weird that they’re attractive or love each other physically (I’ve said on insta a few times how they’re pretty or handsome etc etc), however it’s still not in the sexual sense. I probably took something and interpreted it wrong or something idk, I’m a very anxious person especially when it comes to the gayliens cause of all the aspects mashed together with how they don’t wear a lot and are 18 by the time they confess to one another. theres a lot of people in the byler fandom that are a bit.. wacky.. I guess I could say. so. yeah ❤️

and yeah as the creator of the AU and more than 75% of the artwork from it (as well as still being a minor) I don’t want anything weird coming from it or any people that are gonna take stuff from it and run, if you get what I mean by that. like not trying to see basic information I’ve come up with because I’ve shoved so much lore and story and detail into it. For the love of god I give their accessories and songcord beads meaning. Literally nobody cares about that but I DO!! I CARE!! I care about the little details!

and back to love language !! them having that love language of touch is going to end up stemming from having at least some attraction to each other physically. its a small detail but anxiety still makes me worry about it sometimes, especially in some parts of the storyline like tsaheylu. But even before then, in their confession, after they tell each other, it’s an intimate moment between them. they kiss, they hold each other close. Mike literally ends up on the ground at one point from pulling Will so close (doodles below). They finally both got what they want, each other. it’s still evident then. but even as the story continues and gets to the point of tsaheylu it’s more noticeable? I guess?

There’s literally a reference to the original scene in Avatar (tree of voices scene w/ Jake and Neytiri) that of course, inspired me to make the AU in the first place. However, they’re only small aspects from the scene that I pulled from it instead of it being exactly the same. we all know what happens there. besides them bonding. cough. yeah no that’s not canon in this AU thank god. but anyways, they bond and sigh contentedly and have this moment together. it’s a new experience and probably weird for both of them because they aren’t bonding with an Ikran or direhorse this time, it’s each other now (also I know my avatar lore and how bonding is technically erotic and done during mating but no. not today). They bond, kiss a few times before Mike picks up Will like Jake does to Neytiri, and after a bit they go to bed. literally nothing else (another unfinished visual below).

they’re silly guys and I’m glad people enjoy the AU as much as I do!! instances like this allow me to infodump about stuff and honestly I’m here for it. I just hope no one comes into my asks and says something really weird. I don’t want those weird ass “spicy bylers” on my page. but other than that i love when people ask stuff about the au, it makes me happy!! :) im welcome to explain more stuff for fun or if you’re interested cause it gives me more opportunities to rant haha

#byler #byler au #byler avatar au #byler fanart #avatar au #stranger things #stranger things au #mike wheeler #will byers #meowzart315 #cw partial nudity

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seth-burroughs · 4 months

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i agree about his cartoon villainy, but it’s implied that the part about him taking bribes was made up. when martina mentions it, he says, “huh…?” and seems genuinely confused. then, when yomi says that must be why he was so desperate to clean up the nail man killings, seth says, “i only did this because you ordered me to.” he still plays at being a cartoon villain. he’s just not that good at it.

I don't think so!

Alright, since I've finally been presented an opportunity to do so, let me pull out the Seth crypts;

While Seth not knowing anything about anybody at any time wouldn't be a completely unfounded statement -- we never do get concrete proof that he was in fact taking money from the church after all, and Halara themself said that "If director Yomi said so, it would be considered the truth even if it isn't". Buuut, there's far more evidence pointing to the contrary, actually.

First, going from the very beginning, let's take a look at what happened PRIOR to Seth's intervention at Yakou's doorstep -- mainly, Jiei Colan. This section's the shortest, I believe.

I. Jiei Colan's terrible, terrible day (As Seth once said: I didn't become the head of the investigations team by being a good person. You can tell your son he won't be having a christmas this year)

Jiei Colan was called the day (or night?) before his arrest to the Clocktower -- he got an urgent request to fix it, as the clock allegedly wasn't keeping time. We don't know who sent the request. He stayed the night at the Clocktower.

As mentioned earlier, who sent the request is a mystery, but it is pretty odd in just how convenient it is for everyone, and by that I mean the Nail Man and the peacekeepers. I believe it was pretty much apparent to most people that this was an attempt at framing Jiei; coincidences generally don't tend to exist in most of Kodaka's universes.

There's two most likely suspects for the urgent call directed to Jiei, if we're going along with the theory it was a plot: the Nail Man, the Worshipper/Copycat Nail Man, or the peacekeepers.

(Kei (aka, the boy), if I'm remembering correctly, said that his father left last night. The body Yuma investigated is as far as we know, pretty recent. I felt like I should put it out there, but I forgor the reason. whoopsie silly me heheh!!!)

Worshipper knows a lot about how the NM operates; usually his plan to "catch" him involves him following a person with their name written in the woods. Could he have tried to use the peacekeepers to remove a random poor guy so that the true NM continues to operate? Not impossible, but, I don't know. That doesn't sound... very likely to me.

The NM, aka the Priest, could potentially have a good reason to frame somebody, BUT isn't his whole thing that he kills people who Kanai Ward's citizens feel have somehow wronged them, you know, enacting justice and shit and all that. He intends to help people in that way. I don't think he'd throw an innocent man under the bus -- I watched the scene where he's informed it was the watchmaker that was arrested, and I still can't tell whether he was legitimately shocked to that information but attempting to keep his cool, or just pretending (which implies he did hear of the plan; that doesn't mean he necessarily approved).

And lastly, peacekeepers, the most likely candidate; they arrived very quickly at the scene, and have a personal interest in closing the NM case as quickly as possible by any means, and is just... come on, it's the peacekeepers, it's always the damn peacekeepers I swear. What supports this more than the claim Worshipper or the NM himself sent the request, is the fact that the peacekeeper's report on Jiei said that his occupation was unknown (he was a watchmaker. this isn't some classified information.), very likely to frame him even more easily. Shinigami herself points it out just how suspicious that is. And it's, as far as I'm aware by my own rc playthrough, what the game was pointing us towards.

If it's the peacekeepers, then that means at least one of them knew a murder was going to happen at the Clocktower. That would require [some guy] to know of the NM's plans -- aka, [that guy] was somehow affiliated with the church. Which would have been pretty easy, if they were, say, regularly taking bribes from it.

now, moving on to the flower scene...

II. Seth's first and second trip to the submarine (YAKOU GET YOUR FUCKING GOONS ASSEMBLED HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT)

Seth and his peacekeeper squad approached (that is very polite wording) Yakou by his sub and inquired him about his detective agency's involvement in the NM case. He sounds pretty nervous about them sticking their nose into the case (and potentially finding something out), and even sets a time limit for Yakou to get his goons in there by that time OR ELSE. The time limit could be there not only just to scare Yakou into cooperating, but also because he needs those detectives taken into custody ASAP, as, as mentioned earlier, every second they walk around deducing shit, they could stumble upon something he does not want them to know.

Seth comes back sometime before the time limit runs out, probably to sit there with his bouquet and watch as Yakou's pacing in circles next to him using up all of his big boy strength to not drop on the ground and start scream crying in despair. Meanie. Yuma shows up, and tells Seth he was the one investigating the NM killings. Immediately, like, RIGHT AWAY, Seth says this:

Seth: Oh? I see... So... you're the one who interfered with our work at the clocktower. Well... I will honor your courage for confessing and turn a blind eye to that incident. You must drop this case. If you do... we will leave without pursuing any further action. That'd be the ideal solution for all of us... What do you say?

Seth didn't waste a second to offer the NDA complete exemption from consequences if they stop right now and shut up about the case forever. That is... very odd behavior from a man who just three hours ago threatened to kill Yakou (and, I believe, the other detectives by extension) for interfering earlier. It's almost as if something about that was sending him into an internal panic. I wonder what.

I think the fact that he was so quick to just... let everybody go upon meeting the guy who was investigating the killings if they just could please stop right now i'm begging you is what almost completely eradicates the possibility of Seth not knowing anything about the identity of the NM. That is not normal peacekeeper behavior, actually. He wanted to shut Yuma up as fast as possible by any means possible because if he did not stay silent, he could have uncovered something very, very incovenient and likely downright very dangerous for Seth.

Yuma, of course, doesn't want old man Jiei to go to a happy farm far away, and tells Seth he won't stop now. Seth now very quickly orders his guys to take Yakou away, deal's off. Then Yuma pulls out the "actually I investigated all the previous killings too did you know all (debatable) the victims died of strangulation", and Seth is visibly shitting himself right now and orders Yuma to ALSO get arrested good lord bowlcut makoto knows too much. Whatever. Then Halara happens. Then SHINIGAMI happens. And just a moment later...

III. Wake up babe the Nail Man just dropped (DEAD)

Priest & hot topic Darkiplier keel over and fucking die. Shinigami pilots the Priest's corpse like a mecha to make him confess; the scene is as follows -

"Priest": Ahem, sorry about that. You see, I'm actually the Nail Man.

Seth: Wh-What?

"Priest": [continues to explain; not that important to my point. she ends with telling them to check the church for evidence, then Shinigami leaves]

Seth: The priest... mumbled something, but I couldn't quite hear him. Anyway... (...)

When the Priest confesses, Seth is the only person in the group to respond, with his nervous sweating sprite, much less, which wouldn't mean much alone -- it's perfectly possible he was just shocked, is all. But considering EVERYTHING ELSE so far pointing towards him working with the Nail Man... it's looking very bad for you, mr. Seth.

Then Seth claims he couldn't hear him; which, bullshit, you literally responded. He clearly didn't want the priest's role as the NM to be known, and was about to leave without doing anything about it. Just before he can take the detectives to the headquarters, guess who shows up to save our asses last minute?

IV. Martina's testimony who I believe above all (ignore that fake ginger cunt behind her)

It's Martina, look at her! she shows up riding a fucking motorbike through the air like the coolest motherfucker in Kanai Ward right before Halara. Along with her passenger princess bf Yomi I guess. Well, she's the one that actually says Seth had taken bribes from the church. The convo is as follows:

Martina: We have discovered you've been receiving sizeable kickbacks from facilitating donations meant for the church.

Seth: Huh...?

Martina: We now know why you were so desperate to clean up all the Nail Man killings. After all, it would be troublesome to lose access to all that money if the priest was arrested as the Nail Man

Seth: W-Wait, please. Director Yomi, I did this under your orders... [...] I-I only did this because you ordered me to...

I don't think Seth's confusion here meant he didn't know what the hell was going on right then; but rather, because his boss just turned on him after (allegedly) giving him the thumbs up to take that bag.

In conclusion! Seth indeed, took that bag, and I am ruling him guilty guilty GUILTY and SENTENCING HIM TO... actually, I have no idea. Uh, sorry, I guess he can stay on home arrest until I think of something...

I hope that was coherent :3 croissant emoji🥐

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oneluckygirl · 11 months

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okay so im real nervous to post this and it’s my first ever fic so please be gentle! 🙏

i don’t have a title or anything, and it’s just something i have had in my brain for a while that i decided to write down 🤷‍♀️

(I also didn’t proofread that great whoopsie)

Content warnings:

Smut, mentions previous relationship abuse

Word count: 3k ish

You walked into the door after an extremely long day. Your feet were tired, your clothes were suddenly wildly uncomfortable, and your hair had been in a tight bun since 6 am. You honestly had no clue how you had been doing these 10 hour shifts for the past three months. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep for a year. That’s when you noticed the lights on in your kitchen and a pleasant smell coming from it. Sav had mentioned he was going to stop by when you got home, but you weren't expecting him to be cheffing it up in your house without you there. You weren't complaining though, you’ve had the biggest crush on him since the boys moved in next door to you two years ago.

“Sav?” You called out as you walked down the hall. You stopped when you got to your kitchen doorway and nearly started sobbing at the sight. There he was, in all his curly-haired glory, making you dinner. He turned around at the sound of his name and flashed you a smile, “Hey Y/N!” You nearly melted at the sight of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I know you’ve been having a rough time lately and I figured the least I could do was help you out a little, so I made dinner.”

Tears actually began to well up in your eyes. You genuinely could not believe his kindness, and after the past few weeks, you definitely could use some extra compassion in your life. “Is everything alright?”, he asked you. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself before responding. “This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a really long time, and it- it’s just a little overwhelming.” Feeling a little silly, you immediately covered your face with your hands.

He stopped what he was doing and walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay, love, I’ve noticed how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to make sure you were well taken care of. You deserve a little break.” You were full on sobbing at this point and there was no point in hiding it. You thanked him for his kindness and, naturally, apologized for being emotional. He reassured you that it was alright and just held you for a little while. It felt so reassuring to have someone show they care for you. He squeezed you a little bit tighter before letting you go, “The food is ready if you’re hungry.”

“Thank god!”, you giggled. “I’m starved.”

You both sat down to eat at the table and began to make small talk. You asked how the new album was coming along and Sav gave you a look that said ‘don’t ask’ and you stifled a chuckle. He asked you how your day was. “It was alright, I suppose.” You talked a little bit about the bad stuff, but tried to stay positive seeing as there was no sense in going into another sobbing fit over your plate. And truthfully at the end of the day, your stress didn’t need to worry anyone else. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tried to change the subject. And Sav, being the ever-concerned softie that he is, asked how you had been handling the consequences of your most recent break-up.

“I’ve been okay for the most part. I certainly don’t miss him being around, but I do have this fear that he will randomly show up on my doorstep uninvited. If he does, I’m calling you lot.”

“You know we’d be here for you in a heartbeat!” Sav paused for a second to think about how he wanted to ask his next question.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you and him?”

You sighed and thought to yourself for a second.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable, Y/N. I was just curious.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m okay with talking about it. It’s just a bit of a long story. I’ll definitely tell you if you want to hear about it, but I’m dying to take these clothes off and shower. If you don’t mind, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Sav nodded, “Yeah of course, I don't mind waiting.”

You smiled a ‘thanks’ and dashed to your bedroom, determined to stay true to your word and only be a few minutes. You quickly showered, making sure you had enough time to put some lotion on and threw on some more comfortable clothes. You couldn’t lie, you were trying a little harder because Sav was here. Your outfit consisted of a cute matching set and an oversized sweatshirt, and you topped it all off with a little perfume. It was the least you could do for him after he did all this for you.

When you returned you saw that Sav had taken it upon himself to do the dishes and make tea. He handed you your cup and sat back down at the table with you.

“Feeling better?”, he asked.

“Much. And I’m ready to tell that story now”, you said, taking a sip from your mug.

Your ex was a nightmare from hell. What started as innocent puppy love quickly turned into a borderline abusive relationship. You knew you were in trouble the second he stopped caring about your consent in the bedroom, and that was when you had decided to leave him. Problem was, you had no clue how to leave without upsetting him. You ended up staying until he found someone else, and when the cheating occupied all his time, he let you go gently. And you told Sav all about it. By the end of your little rant, you were shaking.

“I’m so sorry that all this was happening to you Y/N”, he reached across the table and took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you.

“It’s alright now. He’s preoccupied and I’ve worked really hard to get rid of the bad memories.”

You paused for a second, debating whether or not to continue.

“Can I be honest with you Sav?”

“Always.”

You stood up and took your mug to the sink, and he followed. You knew your next few sentences might’ve consisted of a bit of oversharing, but you didn’t care anymore. You needed to get this off your chest and Sav was more than willing to listen.

“I’m mostly worried about being in a physical relationship again, because he was my first, and- well, he was plain terrible. I was much more hopeful that things would get better before he started to take advantage of me. Part of me thinks I started to believe all the time she called me names, or made fun of my appearance. I’m scared there’s no one out there who will be willing to go slower.”

Sav nodded and began, “Y/N, I promise you there is someone out there for you. You’re a wonderful girl, and any guy would be lucky to have those experiences with you. It breaks my heart to know you feel this way.”

You began to sniffle, and it was now your turn to hug him. You just needed another second, and he opened his arms and took you right in. After a few moments you began again, still wrapped up in his arms.

“I really appreciate you Sav, and I know I don’t say it enough. Thank you for doing all of this.”

You stepped away and continued, “If I’m being completely honest, at this point I don’t even need to be in love with someone, I just want one good night where I get to enjoy myself. This may be a bit much, but that asshole never made me finish once.” you said, you could feel the heat rising into your cheeks and you looked away from his eyes. “I know it sounds selfish, but I just need someone I trust to be gentle and to not judge me.”

“And obviously be willing to participate,” you added with a forced laugh, tears still threatening to pour out.

Sav was quiet while you spoke. You looked back to him, partially to read his expression and partially because you thought you might’ve scared him off with your honesty. He seemed to be deep in thought. He took a deep breath before responding,

“Y/N, can I ask you a serious question?”

His tone made your heartbeat quicken.

“yeah…”

He paused again.

“...Do you trust me?”

You slowly picked your head up and looked directly into his eyes, searching for any sign that you may have misheard his question.

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

Well, too late now. But hey, it was true. You did trust him.

Before you could speak again, Sav cut you off, “Would you let me take care of you tonight?”

You were too stunned to form words, so you just nodded your head. All your pent up frustration, stress, and now, gratitude, were now spilling down your face and Sav gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs before pulling you into your third embrace of the evening. “Are you okay with this?”, you asked him. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Yes Y/N, I want to do this, and I want to make you feel special. You’re so loved and you deserve to be treated properly”

You choked out another ‘thank you’ out of habit while Sav leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Shall we go to your room then?”

“Yeah I guess so,” you smiled as you said it.

He lifted you up slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, and he carried you to your bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Sav layed you gently on your bed and climbed on top of you. He began to mark up your neck, searching for the spot that made you squirm, and once he found it, he sucked a deep purple mark into it.

He removed your sweatshirt and stared down at your outfit.

“You look gorgeous, darling.”

“Thank you”, you squeaked out.

Your cheeks were most definitely a deep shade of crimson.

He kissed down your chest and began to unhook your bra, but you grabbed his hands.

“Can we leave it on for now?”, you asked him.

“Of course love, whatever you’re comfortable with”, god you love how sweet and gentle he is.

He began to kiss down your stomach as he felt you up through your top. You let out a tiny moan and felt Sav smile against your skin. As he kissed his way further downwards, he stopped to make sure you were okay. You nodded for him to continue, and he gently parted your legs to kiss your inner thighs.

He pressed a kiss over your clothed center and hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly and allowed him to pull them the rest of the way off. You immediately closed your legs together once they were gone, and Sav rested his hands on your thighs and gently opened them again.

“Is this okay?”, he asked you.

You looked into his blue eyes, swallowed, and nodded your head for confirmation.

He dipped his down and pressed one final kiss to your inner thigh before licking a stripe up your center. You shuddered and threaded your hands into his thick curls, opening your legs a little more. He began to give little kitten licks before giving an experimental suck on your bundle of nerves. Your grip in his hair tightened and your back arched off the bed. He began to suck harder and more continuously, and you knew you wouldn’t last very long if he kept it up. He moved down to poke his tongue at your entrance a few times before picking his head up. You whined a little at the loss of contact. “You okay?”, he asked you. “More than okay, I just- forgot … to mention I’m- not super… vocal, but I promise you… I’m more than okay.” It was hard to form words because damn was he good at that. He just smiled and continued his assault, going back to sucking as hard as he could. You pulled at his hair and he groaned, the vibrations from his mouth along with his relentless suckling making you come undone way quicker than you anticipated. Sav licked you clean before kissing his way back up your torso and resting his head on your stomach. You were still catching your breath as you spoke,

“That was incredible holy shit”

Sav just chuckled, “let me know when you’re good to go again. I’ll make it even better the next time, promise.” He held his pinky finger up and you locked yours around it.

“If that’s the case, I’m good right now.”, you smiled down at him and he readjusted himself to be face to face with you.

“If you say so,” he began to suck a mark under your ear before dropping down to your jaw, then your collar bone. As he did so, his right hand was traveling south to gently run his fingers through your slick folds. He slipped one finger in as his thumb made gentle circling motions and you let out a soft moan, reveling in the way his calloused fingers felt on your body.

“Sav, please..”

“Your wish is my command,” he sing-songed as he slipped another finger in.

He was working desperately to find your sweet spot, and he softly asked you, “have you ever found it before?”

“...No,” you answered him honestly.

He continued his assault, and after a few more thrusts, he experimentally began to curl his fingers upwards in a ‘c’mere’ motion. After a few curls, you cried out and clenched around his hand.

“Ah, got it.”, he smirked in triumph and continued to rub against the spongy area. “Maybe that’s why you were so quiet before.”

You just covered your cherry-red face at his remark. You hated to say it but he was right. This time was better than the first, and you had certainly gotten more vocal.

As he thrusted his fingers in and out and his thumb continued its work on your nub, he was sucking another hickey into your chest. As he bit down on the love bite and curled his fingers one last time, you came all over his hand, panting and moaning his name. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, groaning as he licked them clean, and winked at you. The sight of it making you squeeze your thighs together all over again and blush harder than before.

After lying next to you for a moment, really letting you recover this time, Sav was the first one to speak once you had finished.

“Y/N?”

“..yes?”, you called out weakly.

He turned his head to face you.

“I’m in love with you.”

And for the first time, he kissed you. You felt like you were on fire. He rolled over completely to get on top of you. The heat from your previous high coupled with his body was almost too much. Almost. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and began to grind his hips down onto yours. The friction was delicious. You reached your hands down to tug his jeans and boxers off, but Sav stopped you.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he trailed off while you continued to undress him.

You looked back up and nodded, “I want to Sav, trust me.”

That was all it took.

While he finished getting his own clothes off, you busied yourself with unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. When he turned back to you, Sav took a moment to admire your naked figure.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You didn’t think it was possible but you turned even more red and reached up to bring him in for another kiss. Still attached at the mouth, he lined himself up at your entrance. He pulled back for a second and you nodded, assuring him he was good to continue.

You whined as he began to push in, forgetting how long it had been since you had been so full. Sav gave you a moment to adjust before you told him to move.

His pace was slow, but impactful as he again searched for that special spot he found just moments earlier. A few strokes later, you let out a gasp letting him know he was successful. He began to thrust harder, grunting softly, and reached a hand between your bodies hoping to send you over the edge.

You began to clench around him and he knew you were close. “Sav… don’t stop” you gasped out. His hand began to rub quicker, tighter circles as his thrusts became sloppier. You were both extremely close. You squeezed him even tighter and your legs began to shake as he gave one final thrust before coming undone.

He collapsed on top of you as you both lay there panting. You whined as he gently pulled out and went to go retrieve a towel. Once he returned, Sav cleaned you both up before getting back into your bed and pulling the covers over you both. He gave you one last deep kiss before you adjusted so he was lying on his back with you nearly on top of him, one of your legs draped over his waist, your head on his chest. You were exhausted, but after a few quiet moments you spoke up,

“Sav?”

“Hmmm?”, he sleepily hummed a response.

“I’m in love with you too. And I have been for a long time.”

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