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The Farmer's Daughter 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall
Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You stand on your tiptoes, a dangerous choice as you stand on a wooden stool, reaching to clip pegs around the folded edge of the linen sheet. You clasp it over the cord in three places and reel along the length, bending to pull a wet pillowcase from the basket.
“You’re grinding on the clutch,” Walter’s voice carries through the barn door before he emerges, “you need another driving lesson.”
“I know how to drive stick,” your brother, Timothy, argues with the larger man. “It’s not the clutch.”
“Ermph,” the other man grunts in return.
“Thanks for having a look though,” Timothy slaps his arm lightly.
He gets another grumble from the chronically grumpy man. Walter is older than your brother, by quite a bit; and you too. He’s tall and burly and his brow never truly loses its furrow. He’s fonder of your father than Timothy; you’re sure if he didn’t feel some kinship with your father, he’d never venture this far.
Walter is a big, burly man. He has a lumbering gait you can recognise even as he’s at the property’s edge, and his curly hair falls messily around his chiseled face. There’s a touch of silver in one curl but his age doesn’t show otherwise.
You refocus on hanging the laundry. You stand on your toes and strain to clip the beg on the line. The stool wobbles and you put your feet flat, steadying it. You suck in your lower lip and look around. Timothy’s gone, you hear him back in the barn clattering through the toolbox, but Walter remains. He narrows his eyes at you as you give a sheepish smile.
“Hi, Mr. Marshall,” you say.
“Hey,” he returns in his way.
You don’t expect much more so you wind the line further and once more bend to take another piece of clothing. You quickly forget his presence and go back to your precarious game. Back on your toes, the stool tips and you gasp, a scream catching in your throat as you brace yourself for the violent tumble.
You don’t hit the ground though. You barely even tip as you're caught under the arms. You open your eyes as Walter holds you well over the ground. He does so effortlessly.
“I… Mr. Marshall, thank you,” you breathe.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he grits.
“Um, I know,” you wiggle your feet and look at the ground, “um, can you put me down.” He does just that and you laugh at yourself, “thanks.”
“Hm,” he sidles down to the basket.
To your surprise he takes out the next sheet and easily throws it over the line. He holds out a hand but you just stare at his calloused palm. What is he doing?”
“Pin,” he demands gruffly.
“Oh, uh, sure,” you step up and place a pin in his hand. His fingers brush around yours as he closes them. You retract your reach as he clasps it over the linen. He puts his hand out for the next and again, you hand one over.
“Don’t do it again,” he says as he grabs the next piece of laundry.
“Mr. Marshall, I won’t, but you don’t need to–”
“It’s fine,” he carries on, set on his mission of putting out the drying. “Your father wouldn’t be happy if I let you hurt yourself.”
“Erm, I guess,” you give him another pin.
He’s silent as his blue gray eyes fixate on his chore. He bends to grab more, drapes the cloth over, and takes a pin to secure it in place. You work in wordless rhythm until the basket is empty and the line is full.
“How is he?” He asks.
You put your hands behind you and wring them, “better. Ma says he’ll be home next week.”
He nods and looks at you. He crosses his arms, straining the fabric of his long-sleeved tee. It’s warm out, enough to dampen his shirt with sweat. Still, he doesn't seem to mind.
“If you need anything,” he peers around the fields, “big place for just you and the other one.”
“Oh, Tim? Yeah, we manage.”
He scratches the scruff on his chin and shifts his stance. You’ve never seen him flinch before, never hesitate or doubt, but in that moment, he seems unsure. He clears his throat and drops his hand.
“Well, have a good day,” he bows his head slightly. “Have your brother take down the laundry.”
You look away guiltily, staring at the stool, “you, too, Mr. Marshall.”
He backs away a few steps and you cautiously glance at his boots as he does. He stops and you hold your breath.
“I don’t mind Walt,” he says.
“Right,” your voice flutters, “Walt.”
He twists on his heel and continues across the grass to the trodden road. He follows it down towards the fence. You tear your gaze away and gather up the basket and the stool. You leave them on the porch and sit in the shade as sweat speckles on your forehead.
Your heart is still racing, likely from your near disastrous slip. You think you will have Timothy take down the sheets. You may even convince him to help your fold.
#walter marshall#dark walter marshall#dark!walter marshall#walter marshall x reader#drabble#au#series#the farmer's daughter#backwoods au#night hunter
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Backwoods AU Noah Foster
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#dark#photography#backwoods#lost#gothic#americana#rural gothic#alternative#nostalgiacore#foggy#rural aesthetic#lost places#regional gothic#creekside#fall aesthetic#au#abandoned places
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So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.
also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.
Doodles:
#somerandomdudelmao#tapakah0#my art#Dystopia au#Mob’s character design session#cass fanart tag#i think#I’m probably not going to make more C.A.S. bots but just know C.A.S.7 or Cast is bird based (not sure which bird yet) and blue for my sis#small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body#Cash hates Castle while Castle is indifferent unless Cash tries to steal from her#Case is vibing with the farm life and making up little tunes#Cazz is a cross between the crazy old cat lady and a backwoods cryptid - they will stare at you from the shadowed depths of the scrap yard#while making commentary to the parts they keep for themselves and of those parts Benji is the favorite#Battery packs for C.A.S. units attach to the things that stick out their backs for the wires - except Cazz who made some internal modificat#No one knows exactly how since the mods are a chaotic hodgepodge of patchwork but they somehow work#Had a lot of fun watching others make stuff for the impromptu dystopia au the vibes of the world were awesome#Technically fanart#so yeah#enjoy!
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i drew so many fusions.. @w@;;; there are so many awesome characters out there to fuse with!!!
from left to right:
Hope (@pokeart123's Mal & Inny)
Protector of Curiosity (@nightmun's Haniel & GEB)
The Undefined Bulwark (@c-underscore-rry's Carrie and Observer & Jay and GEB)
Iffy (fiascone's J.F. & Inny)
Allegro (Ada Paige & Inny)
Andante (Ian & Inny)
Cadenza (@i-want-to-do-things's Cable & Inny)
Aria (@lolatulips's Marie & Inny)
Prima Donna (Jay & Inny)
#rd fusion au#rhythm doctor#this was so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!! wah!!!!#so many people to tag...#the intern#internbot#jay birde#guardian of the ebony backwoods#mal prachett#haniel#carrie#observer#j.f.#ada paige#ian rhythm doctor#cable intern#marie sanglante
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what should i write (non o'connell rosenberg 8 related)
GOD DMANIT idk
#the o’connell rosenberg 8 and backwoods blues is all i think abt 💔#🤍 moots#🤍 asks#venus 🧛#backwoods blues au | 🌠#the o’connell rosenberg 8
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The Backwoods AU
𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰MASTERLIST!𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰𖠰
#destroyer!chris#loki#thor#lloyd hansen#walter marshal#au#multifandom#multicharacter#multiple readers#drabbles#series#mcu#marvel#night hunter#destroyer#the gray man
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'*•.¸♡ 𝕬 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖓 ♡¸.•*'
-ˏˋ Directory ˊˎ -ˏˋ AU ˊˎ -ˏˋ Pt.2ˊˎ -ˏˋ Pt. 3ˊˎ
Pairing II Cowboy! Carlos x Fem! Reader
SFW II Angst, Fluff, City themed reader,
WC II 799
Content II x reader, country motif, ranch, farmland
Synopsis II Living with your relatives in the country wasn’t going to be easy. Your nearest neighbor was a rancher a few miles down and better yet, her cows constantly got loose on your property. Maybe the only plus side was the young ranch hand who came to retrieve them.
Ever since you could remember, you lived in the city. At least around it. Surrounded by fast food and phone service centers, you found yourself living life from strip to curb.
Being a freshman in collage on summer break, you found yourself back at home. This year, many of your friends had moved on to forming or apartments. The ones who stayed at home found themselves tied up visiting relatives or clubbing with new found freedom. You weren’t completely left out, however. No, your parents had arranged a surprise for you.
Two months in the backwoods of Montana. After all, Aunt Clara and uncle Mike had been dying to visit you.
At their 90 acre ranch.
You were comfortable at home. Sure, you he nothing against the country. But you did have something against getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to feed chickens led by the rooster of your nightmares.
No, you liked the country. It was just….mucky. You’ve been to the ranch before when you were a young kid. You don’t remember much about the ranch, just how some cattle carried you a few miles out. Some boys found you and brought you back.
You do remember stopping in their home, they had to clean you up a bit after the cows dragged you through the mud. You remember the sensations of warm rags against your skin and the voice of a woman gently scolding you for running back with the cows.
These memories are soon brushed away. Swept out of your mind by the facts of packing up your clothes and leaving your home. You weren’t upset to leave your parents, you needed a new view. But, you weren’t sure if a trip back to the country was the change you needed.
As you found yourself packing your bags, you wondered if those neighbors still lived there. You didn’t remeber much. However, you wondered if all seven of the brothers still lived there. You used to talk to a few of them as a young child. You don’t remember their names much, maybe…was it, Carson? No. You chose not to think much about it.
You were to be taken to the airport. Your relatives would be waiting for you at Harlowton Airport. From there it was a direct trip to Wheatland County. That was another thing you didn’t care for in the country. The county names…Wheatland…Carbon?
Your parents drove you in. The whole time giving you warnings on what to do, who to avoid, who to trust. You were in collage, but they still treated you this way. They probably always would.
When you touched down, you quickly managed to find your folks. They were still very sweet, asking questions about your major and your parents. You forgot how nice their hospitality was.
Their home was a county away and on these country roads, the drive seemed to go on forever.
The house was still how you remember. A long one-story farmhouse, grey with use. Smoke still billing from its long chimney. House tended by a few ranch hands.
The land was still impeccable. Long open territory with Morgan horses heavy with years of hard labor and tough skin.
Your family only kept horses, goats, and chickens. But my, was there hundreds to watch over. You had your work cut out for you upon arrival. Even out the window of the car door, you could see all of the coops and barns which lined the acres.
Your relative’s home reminded you of a certain pre-cut ranch house you knew from some old story when you were younger.
They had a spare room kept for you. Mostly plain wooden interior with a few tapestries. A cows hide sprawled across the floor.
It smelled like a ranch. That and the faint scent of supper. Corned beef and mashed potatoes. Your family always ate hearty.
You managed to unpack a few bags of clothes and toiletries before you were called into the kitchen. You helped serve the food along with you uncle. The three of you found yourselves lose in talk. You asked when you could visit the horses, what their names were, and what you would help do.
As your night came to a close. Your family asked you pick a movie. They wanted to see what people in the north enjoyed. It was calming, they gave you tea and a blanket and the three of you relaxed for a while. Waiting for the morning tasks to be at hand.
Your first day there had gone well and when you woke, you could visit the horses and livestock. You were definitely excited to meet the silver turkoman in her stable and the chickens in their coops. Life was gonna be much different for the next couple of months.
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#carlos oliveria x reader#carlos x reader#carlos oliveira#Carlos olivera#resident evil#resident evil 3 remake#resident evil 3#resident evil fanfiction#Carlos#re3#re3 carlos#re3 remake#re au#re3make#carlos oliveira re3#my works ૮₍˶ •. •⑅₎ა♡
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The Farmer's Daughter 13
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall
Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You finish your tea in tenuous silence. With an agreement between you, there isn't much left to say. You really don't know what to say or do. All the implications pile on you as your mind races.
A wife? A good wife. What does a good wife do?
Support her husband. Love him. Show him affection...
That last thought tingles in your cheeks. You peek over at Walter as you hug your empty mug in your hands. What does he expect of you? Not just in your marriage but tonight? You haven't wed just yet.
He meets your eyes, brushing his hand over his curls. He slides forward on the cushion as your shoulders slope down. He still looks angry.
"Done?" He asks, not waiting for your answer before he stands.
"Yeah, I... I am, thank you."
He approaches and takes the mug from you. He goes into the kitchen without another word. You peer over at the windows, rain still battering the panes. You sniff and stand with a shiver as you search around, your clothes still showing damp patches.
"The truck..." you mutter.
"What about he truck?" Walt frightens you and you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around yourself. He stops to shut off the space heater.
"It's down the road. I couldn't get it all the way here..."
"We'll worry about that tomorrow," he grits.
"Right... tomorrow?"
He blinks, "you can stay. It's safer."
He nears and offers his hand. You stare at it, it seems so big. You slowly unfold your arms and put your hand in his. He squeezes, firm but not unkind.
"Are you tired?" His tone softens.
"A little," you feel a yawn trying to break free and put your chin down.
He leads you around the couch and back into the entryway. He ushers you towards the stairs as the cold air creeps up your legs. You climb up beside him, crowded on the staircase.
"Well, we'll get you tucked in then and we'll figure everything else out tomorrow," he affirms.
"Yeah, sounds good," you wilt out.
We. Not I, not you. We. Together.
He hums and says nothing else. He takes you down the hallway to a room at the end. He flips the light switch. There's a four-post bed on a brown rug with a green quilt is draped atop the layers of bedding. A desk stands in the corner, cluttered and full. Several sweaters hang from the back of the chair, much like the soft wool he wears no.
He leads you to the bed and throws back the blankets. He tugs you towards the edge and lets you go. You climb up and wiggle your cold toes. Before you can reach for the covers, he tosses them over you.
Wordless, he backs away. He rolls his broad shoulders as he turns his back to you and nears the long dresser against the wall, a basket on top of it heaped with clothes. He pulls his sweater over his head, further mussing his curls. As he reveals his thickly muscled back, you look away.
You guess you never thought much about how he looked. You always just saw him as strong and big, but you never delved that deep. Your eyes trail over as he undoes his jeans and steps out of those. He dumps them into the basket of laundry and leans on the dresser as he peels off his socks.
He turns to you, in a pair of boxers, and you shyly flick your eyes to the ceiling and lay back against the pillows. The image of the hair across his burly chest has your insides brewing. He's older than you but can't be that old.
He goes to shut off the light and you sense his shadow in the darkness, lurking closer and closer. You nearly gasp as his weigh shifts the bed and cool air seeps under the covers as he slides beneath them. You're nearly shaking with uncertainty.
You're going to sleep in the same bed. That's not unusual... technically, you're engaged so it's expected. He lowers himself down beside you and you squeak as he grabs you. He pulls you towards him, guiding an arm beneath you as he angles you onto your side.
You let him. Maybe you want this or maybe you're terrified. Either way, you can't deny him. You have a deal.
He curls his other arm around your middle as you lay flush to him, your short figure nestled against his large one. His chest rises and falls calmly against your back as your own heart hammers frantically. You close your eyes, folding your arm around his as you rest your small hand on his thick fingers.
He's as hot as a furnace. His body heat quickly chases away the lingering cold in your flesh. It soothes you in a way you don't expect. You feel safe despite your vibrating nerves.
"Good night, lamb," he kisses the crown of your head.
His deep voice rolls through you, a new sort of chill flowing down your body.
"Night, Walt," you murmur.
He lets out a noise, somewhere between a growl and a purr, and you feel the tension slake away from his body. It might not be so bad. He can be nice so long as you go along.
#series#au#backwoods au#walter marshall#dark walter marshall#dark!walter marshall#walter marshall x reader#night hunter#the farmer's daughter
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Gymnastics/Olympics AU Part 5
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Eddie’s having an out of body experience. This absolutely cannot be real and happening to him. Just a few hours ago, he thought Steve hated his guts and wanted him kicked off the podium, and now here he is, stripped naked and waiting for all his wildest fantasies to come true. Being laid bare like this has Eddie’s heart racing, even more than the intense work out he put his body through earlier that night that landed him in third place in the all around.
He doesn’t even know how he gets the words out, suggestive and coy in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. His frayed nerves can’t handle if Steve decides this is too far. If he backs away from him now, Eddie might never recover. Desire is surely evident on his face when he turns to look at Steve, his back cooling uncomfortably, missing the warmth of Steve’s hands, hips moving almost unconsciously into the mattress beneath him.
It only takes one glance at Steve to know he’s just as affected. Standing to the side of the bed, his skin flushed, the pink hue not as evident on his tan skin, but still present, sinking tantalizingly down into his leo. Eyes following the movement of Eddie’s hips, chest heaving and cock straining the material confining his arousal.
Having watched him for so many years on tv, he thought he had every inch of Steve memorized, but boy was he wrong. If he had known what was hiding under those shorts all those years, he probably would’ve been even more infatuated with Steve, if that was even possible. Eddie hasn’t had much experience, coming from backwoods Indiana, but it’s never been more crystal clear that he’s very, very gay than at this moment.
Being surrounded by men in tight leos is enough to test his self control on a good day, but this is going to be burned into his memory for a long time to come. He’ll be lucky if he’s not popping boners out on the floor in a couple of days when the competition continues. Because Steve’s length is almost unbelievable. Jutting up and trapped beneath spandex, outlined in all its glory. A tiny wet spot where the tip rests.
It’s enough to have Eddie drooling, face smushed into the pillow, eyes raking over Steve’s form. But he moves just the wrong way, trying to get his hips at a better angle and it twinges something in his arm. A hiss of pain escapes him before he can stop it, and Steve’s climbing over him again before he has time to catch his breath, turning him over gently.
“Are you ok?” Steve asks, worry wrinkling his forehead as he hovers over Eddie, straddling his hips, hand ghosting over Eddie’s injured shoulder.
He nods dumbly, not sure he’s capable of much beyond that. All thoughts leave his brain as he stares up at Steve, ignoring how his cock is leaking onto his stomach, ignoring how he can feel Steve’s balls pressing into his groin, even if there’s a thin layer of fabric between them. If it weren’t for the dull sting in his arm grounding him, he’d think he was asleep, a fantasy script he could only come up with in his wildest dreams.
But the pain brings him back. Steve’s soft words help him focus and answer the question. “Yeah, it uh- it just burns a bit. It’s tight, even after you worked me over.”
The twitch of Steve’s lips tells him his wording wasn’t subtle, even if unintentional. His mouth always moves faster than his brain, and his cheeks heat with embarrassment. The intimacy of the moment catching up to him.
“Sounds like I need to keep working you over.” He smirks, leaning back on his heels and lining his dick up with Eddie’s. “We wouldn’t want you to be tight.”
That first drag is like heaven, the circular wet spot on Steve’s leo moving along the length of his cock as Steve rolls his hips. Eddie squirms, trying to line them up perfectly, but Steve pushes lightly on his shoulders, pressing him into the sheets with a firm hand.
“No.” Eddie stops moving, a sizzling sensation fissuring down his spine, his attention fully on the command. “Stay still and let me do all the work. We wouldn’t want to make your injury worse.”
He nods slowly, feeling bereft when Steve climbs off him and rifles through his bag. He comes back with a little bottle of lube and one of the village issued condoms, brandishing it triumphantly upon the bed as he crawls back over Eddie.
“Are you always this prepared?”
“I planned to take my frustration out on someone in the village by the end of the week. I had no idea it was going to be you.”
“Frustration?”
“All I’ve been able to think about all week has been you,” Steve leans forward, brushes a stray hair from Eddie’s shoulder, trailing his fingertips across Eddie’s collar bone. “You wormed your way into my thoughts and I was convinced it was jealousy. I couldn’t stop watching you.” He keeps moving his hand down Eddie’s chest until he runs the back of a finger over one of Eddie’s nipples. “Turns out it was a little more than jealousy.”
“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen,” Eddie gasps out, unbidden and tugged from the depths of his stupid brain like Steve’s fingers are performing sorcery instead of grazing his nipples in a personal form of torture. He stays still, though, like Steve instructed.
“That long, huh?” There’s a cocky smirk on Steve’s face, but his eyes give him away, searching Eddie’s face for a lie with wonder, twinkling a bit with amusement. His hands move away and trail back up to Eddie’s neck, cradling it between his hands, thumb rubbing a soothing line down his Adam’s apple. Steve’s gaze is glued to Eddie’s throat when it bobs under his touch, heady, like he wants to sink his teeth into the soft flesh under his fingertips.
“Not sure how long it would’ve taken me to figure out I was gay if I hadn’t seen you twisting around on tv to awaken me in the throes of puberty.”
“How are you this coherent, still?” Steve leans down and kisses him, and that does take all the thoughts right out of Eddie’s head.
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cr. diana scherer
#oddcore#collected#nature#original photographers#female photographers#regional gothic#strangecore#credits#art#au#rural aesthetic#backwoods#dark#foxes#midwest gothic#new england gothic#animals#taxidermy
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lucifer and alistair interactions in the kid alistair au?
"What in the unholy hell is that!?" Lucifer demanded, turning to the sinners for explanation.
Warped, darkened wood and animal skeletons stood in stark contrast to the elegant reds and golds that made up the rest of the hotel, the scent of rot and decay lingering around the bar. The unholy abomination looked like it had been sliced out of some backwoods horror show and plopped right in the middle of his building.
The voice that answered was not the voice he expected.
"Just some of the renovations we had done!"
Lucifer spun on his heel, thinking for a moment the voice had come from thin air before his eyes dropped to the lanky, scarlet-clad child standing in the middle of the lobby. The boy grinned up at him, hands tucked behind his back with a microphone-topped cane in his grasp.
For a moment, Lucifer felt a twinge of pity. It was a fact of life that, sometimes, children died. The clothes were polished but a bit dated; a red button up with black shorts held up by suspenders, socks that reached his knees and shiny black penny loafers, and a cute little black bow tie. The kid must have died quite a while ago. What had done him in, Lucifer wondered? Illness maybe? Abusive or neglectful parents? Perhaps a tragic accident? It didn't matter. He was in Hell. He was a sinner, no different than any other.
Sadly, even children weren't free of malice and cruelty.
"Wha- What is this? Who is this?" Lucifer asked, gesturing to the boy with his cane. "You an errand boy or something?"
"Goodness, no!" the child laughed, puffing his chest out proudly and tugging at his bow tie. "I just happen to be the host of this hotel!"
Lucifer turned to Charlie.
"This is a joke, right? Seriously, what's this kid doing here?"
He didn't miss the way the kid's eyebrow twitched, though that creepy smile never faltered.
"Uh, no, it's not a joke, Dad," Charlie said, stepping in and placing a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Alastor's been a huge help to us at the hotel."
There was a slight pause as the kid's eyes flit between Charlie and Lucifer and then... The boy's smile softened, his eyes became less severe. His cane vanished as he wrapped his arms around Charlie's, beaming.
"I saw Charlie's idea for the hotel on the picture show and I just knew I had to help! Being with Charlie is the most fun I've had in a long, long time!"
The expression on Charlie's face melted, her eyes swimming with emotion as she turned away from her father towards the brat.
"Oh, Alastor, that's so sweet!" With her free hand she patted him on the head, right between his little pronged horns.
Lucifer swore the kid shot him an impish smirk.
"Alastor's been a such huge help with the hotel," Charlie continued, gently extracting her arm from Alastor's grip so she could lead Lucifer over towards the parlor. "Without him, we'd never have been able to pretty it up this much, and we wouldn't have such a nice place to share stories and secrets and intimate feelings!"
Irritation bubbled in Lucifer's gut as Charlie gushed over the brat. He knew he was being a bit silly; it was just a kid after all. It was just... He hadn't seen Charlie in such a long time, and he couldn't help but be a bit greedy for her attention. He soaked in her affection as she wrapped him in a hug, forcing himself to relax a bit and then-
"Happy to be of service!"
Lucifer jumped as the kid appeared between him and Charlie in a plume of black fog. He stumbled, landing on his ass with an undignified yelp as the kid snickered.
"Charlie's ideas are strange, but that's what makes them wonderful!" the brat chirped, latching onto Charlie's newly freed arm. "Anyone would be lucky to be a part of her project from the very beginning like I was!"
Okay, that was definitely on purpose, and Lucifer definitely caught that snotty little smirk the brat shot him that time! With a growl, he pulled himself to his feet, openly glaring at the rotten little creep.
"Didn't your parents teach you any manners, you little brat!?" Lucifer snarled, jabbing a finger at the kid. The kid's eyes narrowed, lips curling into something resembling a snarl.
"Dad, relax!" Charlie cut in, and the kid's expression relaxed instantly. "He's just playing around. C'mon, why don't I introduce you to everyone else?"
As she turned towards the rest of her little gaggle of condemned souls, the little red-haired brat shot Lucifer a sharp glare over his shoulder.
Then the little shit stuck out his tongue.
Lucifer seethed.
Oh, it was on!
#ask#anonymous#Hazbin Hotel#Kid Alastor AU#Lucifer Morningstar#Charlie Morningstar#Alastor#my writing#ficlet#this is really more just the first meeting but I have some thoughts for a brief continuation#tomorrow though 'cause I really shoulda gone to sleep a while ago whoops
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had a lot of fun with @pokeart123's RD Fusion AU! more art to come, i didn't realize how much i drew for it LOL
featuring fusions with:
@mystorl's Dublar
@pageofthemicocee's Cami
@emo-hermit's River
Fiascone (on discord)'s J.F.
@sirwow's Wally
@fufupng's Desert
@emphasis-on-the-oopsie's Victor
#rhythm doctor#rd fusion au#rhythm doctor oc#intern sona#jay birde#guardian of the ebony backwoods#guest oc#friend oc#dublar#dr camico#dr river#j.f.#wally#dr desert#intern vic
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Sanders Sides human AU where they’re all camp counselors at some backwoods Alphabet soup upstate summer camp—
Camp Sandside
Also locally known as Camp Mindscape
C!Thomas is the newest camp director trying to keep the camp funded and running every year. He advertises and keeps in touch with people who help everything work out each year.
Logan is head of schedule and morning role call. He makes sure camp has an educational side to it, so they have something to take away. He enjoys accompanying on the nature hikes and takes their slightly older campers stargazing. You can find him usually hanging out in the camp archives and he can answer any question about its history.
He coordinates camper activities with Patton, who is the poster child for Campy Dad-Counselor™️. Patton knows every campfire song ever how to make 477 different crafts from sticks and rocks you can find in the forest. He is good at wrangling the kids and making any activity fun so everyone gets included. He’s excited to be there every day. He’s been there the longest and has dappled in every other job as needed.
Remus runs all the sport activities and Roman throws together a little theater group production for the parents at the end of the summer. Both twins help each other out for those activities depending on whose day it is. They also keep up the Canteen and craft workshop. They tell the best campfire stories. (Fun fact: they went to this camp as kids and are working here now during college)
Virgil’s shadowing Patton with first aid as a trainee nurse and handles safety protocols/checks. He’s just stressed out trying to keep everyone alive till the end of the summer. He particularly sticks around at the sport fields, lake, and obstacle course. He barely sleeps and runs on caffeine and spite. He enjoys playing guitar for the kids at campfire time. He makes sure everyone wears sunscreen, is drinking enough water, and that no one wanders off from the group.
And not least of all, Janus, who is the mental health counselor and resolves incident cases between campers. He also is someone the other camp counselors can confide in because the job is draining. He makes sure everyone is taking care of themselves and not doing too much, short-staffed as they are. Camp has run much more smoothly since they added him to their team and everyone is happier for it after getting used to the changes.
They all really enjoy the work and each other. What started as an interesting, versatile summer job that let them hangout together turned into a fun tradition they were quite invested in. Every summer is a memorable one and they look forward to it every year.
I just think it’d be a fun story setting, a series of glimpses at camp life with chapters dedicated to silly or fun happenings at the camp. For some reason all that are coming to me is chapters that sound like history event logs and just imagine it’s because the twins hijacked Logan’s documentation of them and rewrote them with more flair and drama. The Hiking Disaster of 21’. Battle at…Vine Lake (okay maybe not the name but I WILL work Vine in somewhere—maybe that’s the name of the theatre). The Kayak Wars. Surviving the Storm. Bear-ly Active.
(Actually half the chapters will be puns and you’ll know Patton had a hand at assisting the twins’ shenanigans for those retellings~)
Depending on the number of campers, they might also each be head of a cabin and in charge of 3-5 campers specifically on top of everything else that they manage to make good connections with even the most unlikely campers by the end of the summer. (I mostly thought of this just because I wanted an excuse for Logan to be head of the ‘Crofters Cabin’ bwahahaha)
I want Campy adventures!!!
Side notes expanding on the AU bc I have tons of scattered ideas:
I also had the alternative (/prequel? With a few tweaks) idea where some or all of them are campers instead and they meet at the summer camp years before they decide to work there~ ^^
I think that’d be a great story too, where they become lifelong friends in the end and grow to be glad they got sent to this weird old camp for the summer and just have a great time after getting through a few challenges. And they go back every year to see each other again.
Patton calls the campers “saplings” and other nature/tree related nicknames
Their camp shirts have a white star border in black incorporated on the front with the Camp Acronym and everyone styles theirs differently (example: Remus cut the short sleeves off of his)
I imagine they have a rival camp too that every one of them is personally invested in beating yearly, as you do in Camp media. (Alt version where it’s “light” vs “dark” sides camps)
Logan got stuck up a tree once as a kid camper and they still haven’t let him live it down. There’s a photo of it in the archives he keeps trying to get rid of but someone keeps replacing it every year. They call him Pinecone and Lookout 🤣 (Forest Watch)
Janus was someone they never expected to see again. He came to camp in their last years of being campers and joined the group through Remus and Patton. After some getting used to him (Roman and Virgil kept butting heads with him), they were tentatively friends…Roman saved him when he fell in the lake and Janus came in clutch and saved their team at the camp games! they kinda took one step back when he joined as counselor, but they worked it out eventually for good that time~
The twins have a fun rivalry they try to drag their friends into every year…even as counselors now 😂 there’s always some sort of competition going on with them, especially when they start being heads of their own cabins and take pride in their little campers destroying the other teams (but especially each others’)
I think each cabin has a little flag the campers remake every year hanging out front, featuring the animal trait and color of each counselor in charge. Tentative Ideas:
Logan’s Cabin: Team Crofter (of Discovery Cabin). Campers have dark blue bandannas/necklaces
Patton’s Cabin: Team Friendship (of Amity/Compassion Cabin). Campers have light blue bandannas/bracelets
Roman’s Cabin: Team Braveheart (of Ambition Cabin). Campers have red bandannas/necklaces
Remus’s Cabin: Team Chaos (of Endeavor/Spontaneity Cabin). Campers have green bandannas/bracelets
Virgil’s Cabin: Team Storm (of Vigilance Cabin). Campers have purple bandannas/necklaces
Janus’s Cabin: Team Serpent (of Accord/Cunning Cabin). Campers have yellow bandannas/bracelets
They collabed on these name ideas themselves~ The twins’ cabins also relate to one another.
Roman’s theme is having goals and dreams and Remus’s theme is trying ways to reach them, not giving up when it doesn’t work the first time. Together they encourage campers to find something they wanna try that’s new and going for it~
You can probably pair Virgil and Logan’s cabins + Janus and Patton’s in a similar way of their themes relating or balancing each other.
Every year you return to camp, you get a charm to add to your bracelet/necklace (typically all moved to whatever cabin color you are for the current year’s summer). Represents the overall theme of that summer, received at the end.
#sanders sides#sanders sides au#camp counselors au#ts sides#xd#roman sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#i had fun with this#feel free to add on#i wanna talk about it#and see other ideas#my ideas#my writing
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Stardew You Like Me? ➳ L. Sangyeon
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Synopsis: Three times you gifted something to Sangyeon and one time he gifted something to you.
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Pairing: Carpenter!Lee Sangyeon x gender neutral reader
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, Stardew Valley au
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Word Count: 2.6k
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Warning(s): none
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ A/N: Sangyeon was modeled off Robin from Stardew Valley so the things he likes in this fic are literally just straight up Robin’s likes from the game. This is also my first time writing something in a while so I would love comments, concerns, criticisms but also please be nice! Hope you all enjoy!
Summer 2
You speed-walk from your farm to the mountains, a box full of peaches in your hand. It’s the middle of the summer and the sapling you planted in the spring has finally grown some peaches. You hurry up past the backwoods, eager to get yourself to the carpenter's shop.
Some months ago, you overheard Sangyeon tell Changmin that he’s super excited for the summer season. He was going on and on and on about how he loves peaches and can’t wait for peach season to start. Your handy-dandy farmer mind picked up on that little tidbit and you decided that you were going to grow peaches in the summer. Something special just for Sangyeon.
Sangyeon was your first friend when you moved to Stardew Valley over a year ago. He showed you around, he helped clean your farm, and he introduced you to all his friends. And ever since you moved in, you two grew close. He was quite actually your best friend. And somewhere along the line, your feelings for him turned into something a little more. His feelings for you changed as well.
The carpenter’s shop finally comes to view and your face breaks out into a smile. You’re excited to give Sangyeon his gift. You walk up to the door and balance the box of peaches in your arm to swing open the door. You peer in to see Sangyeon sitting at the cash register. Your heartbeat quickens, happy to see him again.
“Hey there y/n!” His lips pull into a smile as you walk into the shop. “What would you like to take a look at? It’s all the same stock from yesterday, unfortunately.” He questions you as you walk closer to the counter, taking note of the box in your arms. You realize that you did indeed come in yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. Most days you come in to grab supplies for your farm, other days you come in just to see Sangyeon.
“I actually brought something for you today.” You look down at the box sheepishly. You’re embarrassed to realize that you’ve been going to shop so often. It’s kind of odd that you’ve been coming in everyday for almost a week. You place the box down on the counter for Sangyeon to look into. He lifts the flaps and his jaw drops. You brought him almost 2 dozen peaches.
“How did you know that I love peaches?” Sangyeon grabs one from the box, inspecting it. It looks absolutely perfect. He 's amazed to see that you brought so many for him, his heart swelling at the idea of you working so hard to grow and pick peaches for him. “You didn’t have to do this for me!”
“I-uh overheard you talking to Changmin about how you love the peach season and that you were looking forward to it this year.” Your cheeks heat up as you recall what you heard. You hear him laugh lightly at your explanation. “And it’s no worries! You do so much for me so I thought I’d do this for you.” You grip the counter with a shy smile. You’re happy to hear that he enjoys your gift. Maybe you’ll do this every peach season.
“Well then, thank you. I’m grateful.” Sangyeon speaks softly, gazing into your eyes. “I’m so glad you think of me.”
‘I always think about you.’ You want to tell him but fear punches you in the gut. You would rather just give him his gifts and pine than say something and ruin your friend. So instead, you just ramble on and on about the growing process of peach trees.
If only you knew that Sangyeon thinks about you always too.
Fall 2
You speed-walk from the mines to the carpenter shop with a giddy smile on your face. Juyeon and Sunwoo are hot on your tail, trying their best to keep up with you. The three of you were mining in the local cave when you found a bunch of quartz scattered around. You feel excited to bring them to Sangyeon.
Sangyeon had mentioned in passing that he thought quartz was beautiful. He talked about how he would often ask Juyeon and Sunwoo to bring back some for him if they ever find any in the caves. So, your little miner brain saved that small itty bitty tidbit for the next time you went venturing into the local mines.
“Slow down! Your boyfriend is not going anywhere!” Sunwoo huffs as he runs to catch up to you, lagging behind because he’s holding your mining equipment. Sunwoo and Juyeon are just two of the people that know about your obvious crush on Sangyeon. Essentially, the entire town knows about your feelings, except for Sangyeon somehow. But the entire town also knows about his feelings too.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” You huff as you hear Juyeon laugh at Sunwoo behind you. Even though you really wish he was your boyfriend, you two are just really good friends and you don’t want to ruin that.
Sunwoo and Juyeon both roll their eyes at you as you all approach the shop. Your shared group of friends are truly getting frustrated at yours (and Sangyeon’s antics). They know that Sangyeon likes you as well but they also know that he’s too scared to share his feelings because he doesn’t wanna ruin your relationship. They all constantly wonder how you two can be so oblivious of each other’s feelings.
You swing open the carpenter’s shop and there he is again, sitting at the cash register. You smile as you see him grin at the three of you. Your heart starts racing like always. How can someone be so beautiful without trying. The three of you walk in and stand by the door, Juyeon to your left and Sunwoo to your right.
“What are the three of you up to?” Sangyeon asks as he stands and walks around the counter. He stops right in front of you, his focus solely on you despite asking all three of you the question.
“Oh I actually have something for you!” You’re ecstatic to show him what you found for him. You shrug your backpack off of your shoulders. “You’re not gonna believe how much of these we found!” You tug the zipper open to reveal a collection of quartz crystals.
“You remembered that I like quartz?” Sangyeon asks in awe, his face in shock and admiration. His heart is ready to burst just thinking about how you so easily remember what he likes. He carefully picks up one from your backpack. “And you got me so many?”
“They were too pretty to only bring one!” You exclaim as you move up to the counter, taking out each crystal one by one to ensure they don’t break. You continue to talk animatedly about the quartz you found, where in the mines you found them, and how Sunwoo and Juyeon also have some but they refuse to give them to you.
‘They’re not as pretty as you.’ Sangyeon wants to say to you but he hesitates. Instead opting to just watch as you recall what happened. He won’t say anything yet, he’ll just enjoy listening to you with admiration in his eyes.
Juyeon and Sunwoo glance at you and Sangyeon, small smiles on their faces as they watch you two interact. They hope and pray that you both come to your senses and finally tell each other your feelings (and finally put them all out of their misery).
Spring 3
It’s yet another day of you speed-walking to the carpenter’s shop. This time Haknyeon and Chanhee are running behind you, complaining about how you’re going too fast. Haknyeon was helping you make goat cheese earlier while Chanhee tagged along for company. After a long hard day of practicing, you made your first batch of goat cheese. And you are so excited to show Sangyeon.
You were recently hanging out as a group when you all started talking about favorite foods. Everyone had mentioned their favorites but your mind, of course, was stuck on Sangyeon’s. He mentioned his love for goat cheese and you knew exactly what you needed to do. Your animal farmer brain said let’s do this. So you reached out to Haknyeon and begged him to teach you how to make goat cheese. He immediately agreed because he knew your intentions from the start but it also gave him an excuse to make goat cheese too.
“They’re crazy.” Chanhee mutters to Haknyeon, who laughs at his comment. The pair run behind you as you take the lead to the mountains. “How did you get so far ahead of us?” He yells after you.
“They’re just so excited to see their boyfriend.” Haknyeon teases you with a loud laugh. Your eyes roll in response while heat creeps on your cheeks. He’s not entirely wrong, you are excited to see him. Sangyeon just isn’t your boyfriend.
“Not my boyfriend!” You yell back at them as you finally take sight of the shop. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you slow down by the door. You try to catch your breath while your heart races. You try to convince yourself that it’s because of how much you walked, but everyone knows the truth. You wait for Haknyeon and Chanhee to catch up before swinging the door open.
Instead of Sangyeon sitting there like always, you’re met with an empty counter. You walk with a look of confusion. You basically know his schedule by heart so you expect him to be here. You hear Haknyeon and Chanhee mumbling behind you so you turn to face them. Luckily for you, Sangyeon walks through the door at the same time. He looks at the three of you in shock, not expecting you to be there.
“Oh, sorry guys! It’s been a slow day so I went out really quick with Hyunjae to chop some trees by the quarry.” Sangyeon says as you finally take note of him and how he looks. He’s covered in sweat, his hair pushed back so it's out of his face, and he’s holding his axe on his shoulder. Your eyes trail across his arm muscles, suddenly thinking about how he must have looked while chopping trees. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear someone cough. Your eyes shoot up to Sangyeon’s amused ones then to Haknyeon and Chanhee, who are both trying to hold back their laughs. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Sangyeon grins at you as he walks behind the counter to place the axe down.
“Oh uh..” You sputter as you try to pull your thoughts together. “I- uh brought you something.” You quickly take your backpack off, embarrassment running through your veins. You unzip the bag to grab the container of goat cheese from earlier. “I- well we made goat cheese and I brought some for you.” You leave the container on the counter for him, quickly zipping your bag up.
“Y/n, you always remember what I like.” Sangyeon’s eyes meet yours as he looks at you with adoration. He’s been taking note of how you always have something he likes and how you’re always so excited to bring it to him. His heart swells with love everytime he sees you walk through his doors. But he feels like there’s something he should be doing too. “I’ll have something for you next time!”
“Oh, it’s nothing!” You try to downplay it but it’s true. You always remember what he likes and you never hesitate to give it to him. “I just enjoy giving gifts.” You speak softly as you start making your way to the door, Haknyeon and Chanhee following. “So don’t worry about it! I don’t expect anything in return!” You flash him a smile before heading out the door. Truly, you don’t expect anything from him. You’re doing this out of love for him but you’re too scared to admit it.
Sangyeon sighs at your words before glancing at the bouquet of flowers sitting next to the register. Something he should’ve given to right now. He didn’t say anything now but soon. Soon, he’ll make his feelings known. And he’ll bring something for you too.
Summer 3
Sangyeon speed-walks to your farm, a fresh bouquet of flowers in hand. He had gone to Pierre’s shop in town when he ran into the rest of the boys. They were all talking when suddenly the topic changed to you. It’s been over a year since your feelings for the carpenter became prevalent. It’s been well over a year since they realized Sangyeon’s feelings for you. It’s been over a year and still no one has confessed. And the boys were exhausted, they desperately need someone to make a move. They all started telling Sangyeon that it’s time for him to let you know about his feelings. He shared his apprehension, scared that he’ll ruin your friendship. He was met with immediate backlash. They all recounted stories of you talking nonstop about him and of you making excuses to go hang out with him. They even mentioned the constant gifts you give him and how you only give him gifts. With some strong convincing, they handed Sangyeon a bouquet and pushed him to go talk to you.
You’re planting seeds when you notice someone walking through the entrance of your farm. Upon further analysis, you realize that it’s Sangyeon. You rush to get up, wiping your dirty hands on your overalls and swiping at any beads of sweat on your forehead.
“Y/n!” Sangyeon calls out to you as he gets closer to you. He moves the bouquet to hide behind his back, hoping to maybe surprise you the way you’ve surprised him.
“Hey Sangyeon! What brings you here?” You question him, eyeing the way he’s hiding something behind his back. It’s not unusual for Sangyeon to stop by randomly but you take note of how flustered he looked.
“I-uh actually brought you something.” Sangyeon holds out the bouquet of flowers in front of him. “I’ve liked you for a long time now and I’ve actually been meaning to give this to you for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck with his free-hand, embarrassed that he took so long to confess to you. “I know I should’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to say yes or anything and honestly, it’s completely okay if you don’t like me back-”
“I like you too!” You cut him off with a smile. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest at Sangyeon’s confession. You're surprised to hear that you both were thinking the same thing, that neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship. “I’ve liked you for a while as well. I’m actually surprised you didn’t notice.” You joke with him as you take the bouquet from him, checking out the different flowers in it.
“I kind of noticed…” Sangyeon says, trying to act like he knew the entire time. As if he wasn’t lectured not even an hour ago about how he’s so dumb and oblivious. And you didn’t buy this sudden act either.
“No you didn’t.” You take hold of his hand with your free one. It feels like your hands fit together perfectly.
“Yeah, I really didn’t.” Sangyeon rubs circles on the back of your hand. Just like that one time last year.
#lee sangyeon x reader#lee sangyeon#sangyeon x reader#the boyz x reader#tbz x reader#sangyeon the boyz#the boyz#the boyz fluff#tbz#sangyeon fluff#the boyz fic#the boyz scenario#the boyz imagine#rhea writes fr
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Itachi and Shisui making out in the back seat of a car in modern au
Nonny,
I’m gonna tell you a little secret. If your older hotter cousin sears his lips to yours in a hot kiss, while going 99 in the backseat of a souped up coupe...
NSFW; extreme depictions of Shisui fucking Itachi rotten, Sasuke getting hard from it and then Shisui coercing him to let him suck Sasuke off. You’ve been warned, if you don’t like Shiita, or even Sasuke/Shisui (which I don’t ship this, I just did it out of spite) get lost. If you’re incapable of understanding that fiction is not real, get lost. If you want to bitch and moan about this, I don’t give a fuck. I like writing, I like writing smut. I like writing my favorite characters (especially the two that Kishi royally fucked, getting fucked and by one another).
Itachi didn’t turn him way. In fact, it would be rude if he didn’t reciprocate the gesture. At least, that’s what Itachi internalized it as. Aside from Shisui being his mentor and biggest supporter.
He was his lover. His Ride or die — rotten soldier. To ignore the whims of one of the strongest shinobi all of Konoha and the Uchiha ever produced, would be ignorant.
That and Shisui’s fat cock spoke for itself when it emotionally and physically incapacitated Itachi to a whimpering mess. How side splitting good it felt when he was stuffed full of it. Shisui craned Itachi by his hair and sucked on his neck.
Hurried, and desperate, Itachi reaches his lips to slant over Shisui’s. The intermingling of their breaths heated the space in between. The soft rocking of their hips, harmonious rhythm. Shisui reached down to stroke Itachi’s throbbing cock, how many times had he edged him to the brink and stopped.
Poor baby Sasuke. Subjected to his family’s salacious behavior. Drove over a few speed bumps with no breaks in hopes of knocking their shit off. Instead was met with the inconsolable moaning of his older brother.
“You two are annoying, and disgusting.” Sasuke chided, taking a hard left.
Thinking he could manipulate a pair of mass manipulators himself, Sasuke drifts onto a dirt road. How unfortunate for him the car turned into one giant vibrator on the rocky terrain, that it only fed the salacious narrative of his family.
As if he was being funny Shisui yelled, “faster Sasuke… Itachi’s close.” The perpetual image in the review mirror of his cousin plowing his older brother while saying that made him wish he was blind. A terrible day to have eyes.
Break check? More like a thrust boost. Nothing that Sasuke did really made a difference, Shisui was still balls to the wall deep inside Itachi. His brother in their cousin’s lap, Shisui’s hand ferociously stroking Itachi. The lurid hip rotation permanently gave Sasuke brain damage. Hearing his older brother mewling he was cumming did not prepare Sasuke for the stalactite of cum that ricocheted out Itachi’s throbbing cock and dripped off the hooded upholstery and into his lap.
‘You’re sick as fuck Shisui!’ Sasuke’s disgusted face did not scare his older cousin.
‘Don’t be such a prude. I have enough for both of you.’ Whatever the fuck Shsiui was referring to, Sasuke pretended to not hear or know.
It all came to a head, well Itachi’s mouth slobbering Shisui’s head. He was purposely holding it in. Enjoying the glare of Sasuke from the mirror every so few seconds as he recklessly drove through the backwoods of Konoha. Shisui’s unnecessarily loud caterwauling made worse by his hand forcing Itachi to deep throat his length.
‘Are you hard, little cousin?’ Shisui moaned, Sasuke kept his dick in check until that little number slipped out.
With vinegar, Sasuke shot back, ‘I like blondes, not incorrigible assholes.’ Yea of course, but if Sasuke was as crooked as the rest of them, he would cave.
‘I give better head than that kid you call a man.’ Shisui, still using his older brother as a cock sleeve, drawing out his own climax. ‘Pull over.’
‘No.’ Sasuke sped up, hitting a pothole at the moment Shisui spurted his creamy cum into Itachi’s willing and warm mouth. Being sucked like a straw until he could no longer take the overstimulation of it.
The pothole, well, it popped a tire. Irritating a shrieking Sasuke and making Shisui laugh as he moans, ‘I came so hard I popped the tire.’
Once Itachi and Shisui are properly fitted back into their respective slacks. The situation outside of the vehicle is assessed. Front passenger side tire was toast. Itachi immediately went to the trunk for the spare and jack. Shisui on the other hand, continued to push his deplorable agenda of ‘reasons why you should put your cock in my mouth’ to Sasuke. One of them being the most ridiculous of reasons.
‘I’m older, wiser and—’ cut off by Sasuke.
‘Will you shut the fuck up if I let you?’ Sasuke snapped, typically would never even fantasize this situation. But he was semi hard, and Naruto was not around. Nobody was around. Itachi looked up from the trunk, not involving himself in the matter. It wasn’t like men didn’t know what men wanted. It wasn’t as if there was some law that forbid you to fuck your older or younger cousin. It wasn’t as if—
Sasuke stopped internalizing the second he felt Shisui’s warmth wrapped around his cock, expertly took him deep and Sasuke begrudgingly groaned. When had he unfastened his pants even? How quickly his older cousin worked his shaft, looking up at him like some goo goo doll in a whorehouse. Took him to the back of his throat, with out complaint, over and over again. Spitting on him and using both hands to crank his aching need. Naruto would have bitched he was too much to take, not Shisui. Shisui gargled even on Sasuke’s hot pulsing cock. Sucking in air as Shisui’s lips encapsulated the tip of his cock to the roof of his mouth as it threatened to spill out.
‘Already?’ Shisui teased, licking his length from under.
‘Shut up.’ As if closing your eyes would make Sasuke forget that Shisui was the one on his knees.
He clenched his firsts at his side, that was, until Shisui guided one hand to his curls, ‘Itachi’s favorite.’
It was unholy to receive lips service only the gods would weep for. As his older brother continued to change the tire, neither Shisui nor Sasuke were distracted by the gentle rise on the other side of the car. Sasuke leaned against the driver side door, whispering profanity towards Shisui and his stupid good mouth. He was going to cum, but he didn’t want to give Shisui the pleasure of it in his mouth.
‘On your face.’ Sasuke demanded and bit back a groan.
Shisui never once listened to the advice of others, he did as he pleased but hearing and seeing Sasuke whimpering. Looking up at his now grown up baby cousin from a vulnerable standpoint, drawing his leaning cock in and out of his mouth as Sasuke gripped his hair. Shisui decided to actually entertain this idea.
‘As you wish, little Sasuke.’ Even worse was the tone he used. Oh well, Sasuke unabashedly gripped Shisui by his mop of hair and watched as Shisui pumped his thickening cock above his face. Painting his older cousin with the same genetic material each on of them had.
‘I still think you’re sick as fuck.’ When Shisui licked at his lips.
‘The pot calling the kettle black.’ Standing, leaving Sasuke with his now soft floppy dick hanging out.
On cue the car was now situated in four wheels again. Shisui took driver seat, itachi passenger and Sasuke in the back. Left to ruminate and brood on the fact he may or may not have just gotten the best head of his life. Would never admit it, Shisui would undoubtedly tease him through innuendos at the most insensitive times.
‘..fucking losers.’
#shisui uchiha#itachi uchiha#uchiha clan#shisui headcanons#uchiha headcanons#uchiha family#itachi headcanons#sasuke headcanons#sasuke smut#sasuke uchiha#Sasuke x Shisui#shisui x itachi#shiita#itachi smut#shisui smut
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