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peterparkersnose · 4 months

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Alone with you.

pairing: Michael Gavey x f Felix's friend group!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, fluff before smut, p in v, virginity loss, unsafe sex, mentions of pornography, lots of awkwardness, lowkey slut shaming, hookup themes, michael's hefty ego, 18+

a/n im actually posting? whaaaaat? today was a snow day, enjoy the snowy smut I wrote for my fav today ;)

summary Y/N watched Michael get rejected by Oliver in the bar and couldn't handle that sad look on his face.

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read time: 18 mins 31 seconds

The mere look on this stranger’s face was enough to make Y/N’s gut roll. The sheer and utter disappointment of losing the company of… Oliver Quick? THE Oliver that had hung out with her group a few times, the Oliver that nobody wanted to sit with. She glared at Oliver as he sat down, his eyes were immediately fixated on none other than Felix. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Oliver, but then her eyes flicked back up to the tall stranger. His face had faltered and his tiny wave was close to heartbreaking. Absolutely not.

Y/N stood, and Farleigh grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked, as he noticed your gaze on this mysterious stranger just moments ago.

“Away.” She shrugged off Farleigh’s touch, Farleigh gave her a look of confusion as he noticed her sudden demeanor of change. Y/N grabbed her coat and purse, storming out of the bar.

“The fuck is her problem?” Felix asked, noticing you leaving. Farleigh shrugged. “Fuckin’ tweaking over Gavey.”

Y/N ran out into the snow, it had definitely picked up since she and her friends had entered the bar nearly fifteen minutes ago. She saw the man walking, his shoulders slumped as his long lanky legs strode through the snow. “Hey!”

He didn’t turn around, as Michael would never expect a ‘hey’ to be for him. It wasn’t until she caught up to his side, that she caught his attention.

“Oy! Are you deaf?”

Michael stopped. He squinted in his fogged-up glasses, wiping them off just to make sure he had the sight in front of him correct. Y/N L/N? He quickly tried to compose himself, trying to make it obvious that he wasn’t just crying. As he wiped his glasses, he made a subtle wiping of tears that wasn’t as subtle as he would like it to be. He watched her face fall.

“Oh… no,” Y/N spoke softly, which was different from her tone just seconds ago when she tried to flag him down. “You don’t know me, but I’m Y/N.”

Of course Michael knew her. He psychoanalyzed almost everyone and everything in his surroundings, and she sat in the front of one of his boring gen-ed reading classes. He judged her on the first day he met her, as she sat next to Farleigh and they constantly snickered with each other during class. He had a distaste for the American, as Michael was convinced that his ego could have possibly been the only one bigger than his. Her sympathetic and sweet voice caught him off guard, Michael's face stiffened at first, but he soon realized that it was in his best interest to play dumb and not sound like a creep.

“Oh, right. Y/N from Felix’s group. What do you want?” Michael said with a distaste for her presence. “For you to look at me.” Y/N replied as Michael’s eyes couldn’t meet hers on the snowy street. “And why should I do that?” he snapped at her a bit, she knew exactly how to deal with closed-off people like him. Something about this man intrigued her, she didn’t even know his name.

“Because,” she smiled a bit, trying to guide herself into his line of sight. “Fuck ‘em.”

Michael was confused. What did she mean Fuck ‘em? Those were her friends, was this some sort of setup? A dare to go after the loser? “Excuse me?” he asked, his defenses keeping a stable tone.

“Fuck. Them.” she said confidently. Her attitude intrigued her. “Aren't those your friends?”

Y/N shrugged. “Sort of. Definitely not Oliver though,” she cringed at the thought of the weird little man. “Please tell me you are not crying over Oliver fucking Quick, random man whose name I do not know. ” she rolled her eyes, her voice was sympathetic but yet sarcastic.

“No, I wasn’t. And my name’s Michael.”

“Yes you were, Michael.” she replied quickly.

Michael sighed. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, it was definitely something he would be revisiting and replaying in his head during his nightly session alone this evening. He still didn’t like her. He didn’t have to like her to think she was hot, she was definitely wanking material. Even if she did seem like a stuck-up brat to him.

“You know, if you’re just here to make me feel worse, could you just bug off and go back and tell your stupid little friends that you successfully made me feel worse and–”

She looked genuinely offended, it’s what made Michael’s sentence suddenly falter. “Is that really all you think I am? Some… some bimbo who just sticks around for a chance to make someone’s night more obviously worse than it already is?”

Michael was speechless. Did she truly have good intentions? He didn’t know what to say back, he was genuinely taken back by what she had said. “I don’t get it… why are you being nice to me?” Michael breathed out, his breath imitating smoke because it was so cold. “Because I hated that look on your face.” she replied bluntly. Michael then realized she wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Michael began to feel bad about his former thoughts about her, guilty for just seeing her as some idiot who would purposely hurt someone. But wasn’t she? To him, she seemed like a bitch.

Michael stared at her with a puzzled expression, he couldn't imagine why anyone would feel sorry for him. Her sympathy is starting to make him uncomfortable. “Thanks?” he said with a questioning tone. “Oliver’s quite a weird bloke,” she said plainly. This made Michael chuckle. It was one of the things he originally liked about Oliver, is that he didn’t mind his weirdness and strange habits and quirks. If she didn’t like Oliver’s strange demeanor, his was much worse. Why was she sticking around?

“He’s got some sort of weird man crush on Felix. Nobody can figure out if he wants to be him, fuck him, or both.” Y/N spoke like she knew exactly what she was talking about. Her confidence was uncanny. Michael was taken aback by her confidence and her statement. Was his friend, or former friend now, truly in love with Felix Catton? Wasn’t everybody? He certainly wasn’t, and from the tone of this girl, she didn’t appreciate at least his friend group very much. “Weird man crush? What do you mean? Are you trying to say that Oliver is... gay?”

“He could be,” she shrugged, the snow began to let up. “No hate if he is. I just kind of assumed, I guess that’s not very correct but…” Y/N shrugged once again, trying not to sound too judgy or prejudiced. She truly wasn’t and didn’t want him getting the wrong impression of her. Michael makes a face expressing disbelief and surprise. “You're kidding me. Oliver...gay? Oliver can't even talk to other girls. Are you sure you're talking about the same Oliver?”

“That’s probably why he can’t talk to girls.” she pointed out. Michael was a genius, he should have put two and two together with his friend. Perhaps his intelligence didn’t correlate with his social skills. Y/N noticed this, knowing he was quite an awkward dude. With the liquid courage in her, she asked him one more question.

“May I?”

The snow fell around them as he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh… sure?” He didn’t expect her to grab his hand, suddenly running through the square and through campus. They both didn’t notice Felix’s whole group watching them through the window with the most confused faces ever and frankly, neither one of them cared to look back at that stupid pub.

“Hey! Wait!” he yelled out, her little legs moved surprisingly fast for her height. She ran back towards campus, and within at least a minute or two Michael was huffing for air. “S-slow down!”

She stopped running but kept her hand in his. They were in the middle of the courtyard that was empty, the only disturbance in the fresh snow was their footprints.

“Do you want to do something fun?” she asked, smiling as she looked up at him. Her smile, the dim lighting, how sweetly she spoke… Michael could nearly melt on the spot. He couldn’t help being amazed by your boldness. Felix's group is full of girls with the same vain and superficial personality, the opposite of you, but you seem pretty unique. “Fun? But what would we do? It's too late for the cinema, and it's probably going to keep snowing all night.” Michael wondered. “You just said it.” She replied, making Michael even more confused. He just said it?

“Do you mean play in the snow?” he asked her, looking down at her as the small periodic flakes moved about.

Y/N needed a way to crack his awkward tone, get him comfortable with her, and save his night. It was hoped that she would make a new friend, but she wasn’t quite sure yet. She nodded, answering his question. He must think I’m nuts, she thought to herself. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over her, she was about to just apologize for the stupid suggestion when he spoke.

“O-okay.”

Her face lit up, she truly hadn’t played in the snow since she was a child. Even though she had just met him, she felt safe with him. He was creepy by all means, but something about him intrigued her, possibly attracted him to her. She took his hand and pulled him to the ground with him, she giggled as he looked unimpressed. “Really?” he said annoyed, but her smile was enough to excuse her childish behavior. She laid down and began to make a snow angel. Michael looked at her like she was some foreign specimen in a museum. What on earth is she doing? What if someone saw them?

“Come on Mikey!” she cheered, having the time of her life flailing her limbs in the snow. How she said Mikey nearly drove him crazy, her voice was one he could never forget even if they never saw each other again after today. Reluctantly, he laid down next to her in the snow and made a snow angel. Michael felt stupid for falling in the snow like a little kid, but the idea of making a snow angel with another person in the middle of the night was exciting to him. Your smile fills him with joy. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as her, but he gave in to her strange demand. Michael would never admit it, but he was secretly having the time of his life.

Y/N stood after she finished her snow angel, Michael didn’t notice it at first until she pulled out her little camera and took a flash picture of her snow angel and him on the ground next to it. Michael stood up–why did she take a picture? “Delete that.”

“Make me,” she smirked, taking another sudden flash picture of his face as he sat up. “Do you usually take pictures of strangers or am I just lucky?” he asked, pursing his lips in annoyance and adding that sarcastic bit at the end. She didn’t notice his annoyance at all or just chose to ignore it. “You’re just lucky. And you’re not a stranger anymore.” Y/N snickered and began to walk off. Michael, of course, followed her. Her comment about no longer being a stranger to her made him smirk softly. The gall of this girl. Michael rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the camera away from her, but she was too quick to put it in her pocket. “Do you plan on taking a million pictures of me now? Because I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious.”

“Why? You’re a pretty man,” she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and he was an idiot for questioning it. That compliment took Michael completely off guard. He froze in his tracks and stared at you, his face immediately turning red and his mouth opened slightly.

“What?” Y/N chuckled, expecting his reaction. Watching him squirm was just so much fun for her. “Wait... What did you say?” Michael questioned, his tone shaky due to his nerves and the cold. He thought now that he must have misheard her.

“I said you’re a pretty man.” she replied, like he was stupid for not understanding her attraction to him. In reality, her confidence was just to hide the feelings of feeling a bit rejected.

Michael stared at her in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the words she just said. Her sudden compliment makes him feel even more self-conscious, his cheeks red and his heart beating much faster. He can barely believe his ears. “You cannot be serious. I am not pretty. It's obvious that I'm not, I don't know why you're trying to make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you?” she asked seriously. “Never.”

Michael noticed her shiver, he still couldn’t get over that someone from Felix Catton’s friend group had called him pretty. This whole evening was a fever dream to him. “Never?” he asked.

“Never,” she confirmed. The two began to walk together around the cold campus in silence for a bit, until Michael spoke up. He was getting cold as well as she was. “So, what's next on our list of silly things to do?” he asked, feeling a bit of an ego boost from her words. “I’m getting cold. We could either stay here and build a snowman… or go back to my dorm?”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Y-your dorm? Is it close?” he asked. She nodded. “Mhm.” The way she hummed her lips as she spoke made Michael’s stomach flutter. Michael can't help but stare at her when she suddenly says that, the heat rises to his cheeks again, it feels so weird that he is on a snowy night alone with the girl from Felix's group and she asks you to go to her room. “Are... Are you serious? You really want to... To go to your room?” he asked, waiting for her to tell him that she was joking. But she never did. “I am fucking freezing my tits off. Please?” she whined. The mere mention of her tits made him gulp and somehow sweat in this cold weather. He was taken aback by her unexpected choice of words and replied politely. “Okay, yeah. I guess it is a little cold.” he chuckled, stating the obvious as it was well into the negatives. Y/N took Michael’s hand once again, like it was almost second nature, and showed him across campus this time. Michael was thankful she didn’t run this time, he still felt out of breath from that sudden jog earlier. Michael smiles at how impulsive she is, as he lets her take his hand and pull him across campus, the cold biting their faces and their breath rising as they walk through the streets. Although it seems a little weird to Michael to go with her to her room, he can't help but feel happy to have found Y/N on a night as terrible as this one has been up until now.

They reached her dorm. She unlocked it and opened the door, escaping the coldness. She went and flicked on a lamp as Michael entered the single-roomed dorm. Michael stares at her dorm once she switches on the lamp. The place looks cozy and elegant and Michael can't help but wonder what a pretty girl like you lives alone, away from her friends. Michael starts to ask a question, to be a little flirty with you, thinking you may be embarrassed. “So... Do you always bring guys home on such snowy nights? I think that you're supposed to wait for at least three days... You're not really making it easy for me here.” She took his coat. “Huh?” Michael can't help but be amused at the idea that you took his coat from his hands without asking, but he lets you take it and replies in a playful tone. “I was referring to our romantic moment here, you know, there's supposed to be a three-day rule before bringing a guy home. Otherwise, I'll think you're desperate.”

Y/N made a bit of a face at his egotistical words, Michael was borderline calling her a whore. She decided to mess with him a bit. “Who said this was a romantic moment?” Michael felt his heart skip a beat. He softly bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, leaning against the chair of her desk. “I–I… uhm…”

Y/N laughed, approaching him and draping his arms around his shoulders. “I’m fucking with you,” she said teasingly, looking up into his gaze. Michael felt himself immediately relax as he swallowed, letting out a deep breath followed by an awkward chuckle. Michael felt a sudden wave of heat spread to his body when she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she was so close like this, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her and felt the cold receding little by little. “You’re calling me desperate…?” she playfully accused him, cocking her head a bit. “Would you say you're desperate then?” he replied, trying to shake off his shock at her previous answer that rendered him awkward. Y/N chuckled. “Hun. Me? Desperate?” There was a pause. “Are you desperate?”

Her smirk was enough to melt him. Michael can't help but feel amused at her attitude. He leaned his face closer to hers as he replied, while his sudden hand on her waist drew her closer to him. “Desperate? Why would I be desperate? I'm the one here with the pretty girl in my arms.”

She hummed a bit, looking into his eyes with a soft smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, it felt like a joke to Michael when she asked that. She was one of the prettiest girls on campus in his opinion. Her face was so geometrically perfect in a mathematical sense that it made Michael wonder what her parents had to have looked like. She didn’t look like one who would mess around with plastic surgery, even at such a young age. Michael smirked as he leaned his face even closer to hers, with one hand now caressing her cheek and looking her right in the eyes directly. She can hardly breathe with your lips barely inches away from his.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he spoke seriously, his words bouncing off his lips and onto hers. Michael's smirk deepens as he leans even closer, just a few inches from her smooth lips, and his voice lowers. “May I?” he asked, reiterating her question from earlier in the evening when she asked for his hand to pull him away from the pub. She answered by kissing him, her lips touching his. She could tell he was a bit inexperienced, but he kept up with the pace nicely. It was almost like he was eager to learn. Michael instantly froze when she kissed him so softly, so perfectly. He suddenly felt that his heart was beating like crazy. He closed his eyes and kissed her, pulling her even closer, feeling both her body warmth and the kiss against his lips. She could see a little excitement in his eyes when he finally broke the kiss.

“Have you ever done this before?” Y/N asked sweetly, not trying to embarrass him. She just wanted an honest answer, not to tease him. “Never. Not really. I never had such a pretty girl come into my life and kiss me like you did. Are you asking me if I'm experienced or not?”

Michael felt like he had won when he saw her true blush rise to her cheeks, they were no longer red from the cold. “I don’t mean to be rude but… are you?” she asked hesitantly, making sure to ask with utmost care and to sound as sincere as she could. Michael is surprised by her bluntness, but this is exactly why he likes her, her personality is completely opposite to Oliver's vapid friends. He's so impressed by her that he decides to be direct, he doesn't want to hide anything from you now. “Well, if you must know, I... I don't have a lot of experience with women. To be perfectly honest with you, no one has ever cared enough to kiss me until now.”

Y/N pouted her lip a bit in a sweet way, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “Awwe, Mikey.”

Michael is so moved by the way she called him ‘Mikey’ and touched his hair. That made him completely lose his composure. He feels a surge of emotion as you look at him intently, and even without realizing it, his face gets very close to yours. His hands move on their own, caressing the beautiful face in front of him, and he can't help but whisper softly. “What you said…” Michael took a deep breath, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit this. “You're the first–first girl t-to care about me like that and to kiss me like that.”

Y/N smiled. She felt special to be his first kiss, even if she kind of expected him to be inexperienced. It was then that she decided he was it. She didn’t need her rich, egotistical friends. All she needed was her bratty boy who stood right in front of her. “I find that hard to believe since you’re such a pretty boy.” she smirked, again enjoying watching him squirm. Michael smiled softly and answered in a teasing tone. “Do you want this as much as I do?”

He felt himself using the joking spin on his tone to make it easy for her to back out, he hadn’t realized she was head over heels for him already. He wouldn’t for a very long time, in fact. The sheer thought that a girl as pretty as her would even look his way seemed like divine intervention.

“Of course I do.” she smiled, kissing him again. This time though, he led her over to her bed, not breaking the kiss as she sat down on her bed. “You kinda know what you’re doing.” she tried to give him some props, to make him a bit more comfortable. Michael chuckled softly and his face blushed a little as she said that, he replied in a playful tone, but he couldn't hide the nervous tone in his voice. “Heh, it's just instinct. I think it would be hard not to know a little bit about this considering your beauty. It's hard to not keep my hands off you.”

Again, he made her blush and he was in bliss.

“Instinct or the internet?” she smirked, pushing him down on her bed. His eyes grew wide as she did, he felt his heart nearly burst out of his chest. Michael blushed again when she began to tease him into oblivion. The softness of the covers makes him feel extremely cozy and the warmth of her body feels like heaven. He looks at you and answers your teasing tone. “Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a pervert and maybe I watched a few adult videos before... But it's also instinct.”

She chuckled at his formality, saying ‘adult videos’ instead of porn. She smirked as she replied, having now sat on his thighs. “That’s adorable.” Y/N began to pull at his shirt. Michael's face is completely red at this point, she can see how he is lost in his emotions and her touch feels so good that he is completely distracted. Y/N can see how he leans his body forward as you pull his shirt off with both hands, enjoying the warmth of his skin being touched. He closes his eyes and whispers softly. “I-If this is what it feels like to be with a gorgeous girl like you, then I wish it happened to me much earlier.”

The praise this boy was giving her was already making her wet. She didn’t know if he was doing it intentionally or not, but she loved being worshiped by him. She had never felt this from any other man, Michael was the first to truly feel like he was honored to be under her will. Y/N quickly threw off her shirt, leaving her in her favorite bra. Michael couldn’t believe he was going to see boobs in real life for the first time. He could not believe his situation right now, as she was the prettiest girl in Felix's group, he never imagined that you would pull him to your room in the middle of a snowy night, and much less that you would strip him right there on your bed. He had now seemingly lost his pants, leaving him in his boxers. When your hands move to pull his boxers off, Michael's breath catches in his throat and all he can do is look at you and admire that beautiful body of yours which is so close now.

“Wait,” he spoke quietly. “Let me just look.”

His hand moved to her waist, taking in her body like a goddess. Y/N turned red.

“No, please don’t be embarrassed,” Michael spoke caringly, he felt terrible for making her turn red. “Y-you’re just the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Y/N could have melted from his words. And in his praise she smiled, letting her bra fall from her chest and threw it on the floor. Michael’s hands moved to the bottom of her breast, not touching it yet. His thumb rested under it, wrapping the rest of his hand around the side of her chest and to her back. He softly moved his thumb back and forth on her chest, avoiding her breast. “Can I?” he asked respectfully. Y/N nodded, smiling at his innocence and how much he even respected her to ask if he could touch her.

His hand touched her breast and he let out a little whimper. His glasses were completely fogged. “My god,” he said in awe, brushing his thumb against her nipple. She didn’t expect him to be this enthralled by her. For his good behavior, she leaned her bare chest on his, using it as a balance as she slid off her jeans, leaving her in only her panties. She felt Michael gulp. “Are you okay?”

Michael nodded fervently. “Yes, yes perfect.” he stuttered a bit, pushing his glasses up on his face. She kissed him, her hands moving to his tiny waist as she used her tongue for the first time to kiss him, he moaned into her lips. She pulled away and chuckled. “You’re fucking adorable,” she said, pulling his boxers down now.

She sighed as she felt his cock move against her underwear, Michael nearly shot up in bed. She chuckled. “Is everything okay?”

His glasses now crooked, he could barely speak. She grinded a bit on his hard cock, eliciting a noise from him Michael didn’t even know he could make. He nodded.

“P-please…” he whimpered. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted to be straightforward or tease him a bit. He looked so needy, so desperate as one of his hands moved to her waist. “I’m begging you–”

She moved her panties to the side, letting the head of his cock move through her wet folds. He nearly busted a nut right then and there. He moaned like no other, almost like he was in pain. But it was quite the opposite. “Do you want it?” she asked him, appeasing herself and teasing him slightly. She sighed, rolling her head back as the tip of his cock swiped past her clit.

“Yes! Yes! God, yes, more than anything, please.” he begged, trying his hardest not to move her hips and just push himself into her. She finally gave in to his demands, letting herself sink down onto his cock. He pushed his head back, barely breathing as she moved slowly on top of him, his breath caught as she began to ride him. “S-so good…”

She felt his cock push against her g-spot almost immediately, which was strange as she didn’t get a good look at it before. He was surprisingly large. She moaned as it made contact, pressing her hand down on his chest. “Ohhh, baby.” she spoke softly, leaning her head back. Michael’s gaze snapped back up to her, watching her ride his cock. He felt himself growing close already, as she had already been riding him for nearly a minute. He was in ultimate bliss, watching her bounce on his cock.

“I can’t–!” Michael mumbled. He suddenly realized that he was going in raw, and he was about to cum.

“It’s okay, Mikey. It’s safe.” she could barely speak, as she would explain later that she was on birth control. As she called him ‘Mikey’ again, it was the final push. He grunted as he came, pulling her down on top of him as he did. She didn’t expect this aggressiveness, but understood his need for her. He buried his head in her shoulder as he moaned, pumping his cock into her slowly for a last few times, she felt him kiss her neck. “S’good,” she spoke, pretending to cum with him. Even though it was pleasurable for her, she didn’t cum as quickly as him. She didn’t want to ruin his ego, so she gave him the illusion of faking it. But she wasn’t worried. This wasn’t the last time this would ever happen, he had plenty of other times to make her cum.

He slowly soaked in her, holding her body against his trembling one. Michael was in shock, not being able to believe what just happened. He had no clue his night would end up like this, and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Who knew Oliver Quick abandoning him at a pub was the best thing that ever happened to him?

She slowly rolled off of him, squishing against the wall in their very limited space on the dormitory’s bed. Y/N chortled when she saw Michael’s face, his glasses were even more crooked and he looked like he had just seen god. “You alright?”

“More than alright, actually.” he spoke out, breathing heavily. She moved a blanket over the two, as the cold was seeping in from her window. She nuzzled up against his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “I’m glad I got this time alone with you.”

As she said that, Michael knew he had completely fallen for this girl and he would never let her go. How she cared for him, how she spoke, and just the whole events of that evening had made him want to start saving money for a ring.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 months

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I'll Always Choose You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: car accident, injured!reader, bitchy girlfriend, angst, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: I’m requesting another one lol. Can I get a request where the reader and Jensen are best friends and Jensen is falling in love with her but his gf is really rude to her and makes him choose. Well the reader hears and distances herself… well Jensen realizes it is too late and the best friend is the one that makes him happy but the reader gets into an bad accident. You decided the ending. Thanks.!!!

Summary: Jensen is back in town with his new girlfriend and is hosting a barbecue to get together with everyone and catch up. This is the first time you're meeting her, and she doesn't take you to as kindly as she leads everyone to believe she is.

Square Filled: in vino veritas (2021) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Jensen hasn’t even been back for more than a week and he’s already having a barbecue at his cabin in the mountains. He rents the place out every summer and invites everyone he knows to stay with him for the weekend. The place is big enough to house two dozen people and Jensen knows a lot of people. It’s been a few months since Jensen has been home since he’s traveling with his new girlfriend. You haven’t met her yet but you have talked to Jensen about her. He seems to be crazy about her so you’re not going to ruin what they have.

Yes, you have a crush on him. Yes, you love him. Yes, you’d do anything to make him happy. Yes, he is your best friend. No, you won’t do anything about it because he seems to be happy. What kind of friend would you be if you took that away from him?

Once you finish getting ready into a summer flowy dress, you grab the food you cooked and pile into your car. The cabin is located in the mountains up north so it takes you an hour to get there. There are already a bunch of people there but you don’t mind being later than everyone else. You pull into the driveway and see Jared’s car indicating that him and his wife are already here.

You let yourself into the house and enter the kitchen to place your food there when you see a young and beautiful woman. She must be Denise, Jensen’s girlfriend. You recognize her from the photos he’s sent you.

“Oh, hi. Denise?”

She looks you up and down as if she’s judging you.

“Yeah. You must be Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile.

“You have such a cute dress on. Don’t let the drinks ruin it.”

It’s the way she says this that makes ou suspicious. She seems a bit passive-aggressive like she doesn't like you. Instead of giving you a chance, she’s already decided that she doesn’t like you. You’re not going to let her ruin your night because you came here for one thing and one thing only.

“I can handle myself. Where is Jensen?”

Speaking of, your best friend walks inside the kitchen using the back door with containers of food in his hands. He looks at you and a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Y/N! You came!” He sets down the food and scoops you into his arms. You don’t miss the way Denise is glaring at you two. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Baby, you promised you’d show me around,” Denise says and pulls her boyfriend away from you. “Remember? You said you’d do it when you got done outside.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He turns to you. “I’ll be right back. Jared and Gen are outside.”

“Okay,” you nod.

Denise practically drags him away, leaving you all alone. You shake off this bad feeling you’re getting and join the others outside. Jared is talking to some guys off to the side while Gen is heping prep the table for the food. Joshua, Jensen’s brother, is using the grill to make his famous chicken on the other side of the backyard.

“Y/N!” Jared says a bit too loudly.

“Whoa, are you okay?” you chuckle and hug him.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Jared has always been a light weight despite how tall he is. He definitely has the weight to keep the effects of alcohol away but he acts like he’s a hundred pounds when he drinks. It only takes a few drinks to really get him going.

“What number of drink is that?”

“Three?”

“You drink any more, you’ll bring out Doug. Do you really want to do that?”

“Probably not,” he chuckles.

You have fond memories of Jared’s alter ego coming out after he’s had too many to drink. The night usually ends in the cops being called but it’s memories you love to think about.

“So, I met Denise.”

Jared starts laughing at the tone of your voice.

“Yeah, everyone has that same reaction when they first meet her.”

“What is her problem?”

“I don’t know. She’s not the best person to be around but no one says anything because it seems like Jensen is happy. They’ve only been dating for a few months but they seem happy together.”

Jensen and Denise come back from the self-tour and you watch as she clings to his side even though he wants to go over to his friends and converse. He has a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his ears. He might be happy but it’s not true happiness.

“You don’t know him like I do.”

You leave Jared’s side to join Jensen’s. He has yet to tell you about his trip and now’s the perfect time to do that. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you just want to be around him. However, Denise sees you walking over to them and she tugs on Jensen’s arm to grab his attention. She leans in and whispers something in his ear that causes him to chuckle.

“Sure,” he nods.

They both walk off before you can get to them, and Denise looks back at you to gauge your reaction. You pretend like you weren't walking to them and veer to the right where Gen is. She says something to you but you’re not paying attention. You stare at the couple until they disappear around the corner of the house. Jensen didn’t even see you coming toward him.

You push down your feelings and enjoy the company of everyone else until dinner is served. Jensen took the seat next to you before Denise could pull him away so she is forced to take the other side of him. Everyone digs into the delicious food immediately and the conversation somehow gets on the topic of how stupid Jensen has been in his past.

“Once Jared told me I couldn't do it, I had to prove him wrong. I climbed up to the roof and got ready to jump into the pool.”

“I told him not to do it but he wouldn’t listen,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, so I got a running head start and jumped off into the pool. I made it in but it was shallower than I thought, and I broke my arm on the side of the pool.”

“You were a big cry baby,” you laugh and lean on his arm in laughter. “I held your hand the entire way to the hospital.”

“That you did,” he smiles down at you.

Denise��s jaw ticks in annoyance and jealously. She grabs her alcoholic drink and walks past you as if she is going to get a refil. However, she “trips” and she spills her entire drink all over your new dress. You gasp from how cold it is and stand up in shock.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Denise apologizes.

“Shit, that’s cold!”

You look down at your dress to see the alcohol already staining your dress. You look at Denise and see the malicious intent in her eyes. She might be faking an apology but you know she couldn’t care less about this. She did this on purpose.

“Here, come with me. Let me clean this up before the stain sets.”

“Do you need me to come with you?” Jensen asks.

“No, I got this,” Denise chuckles.

She takes you into the cabin before you have achance to say anything. As soon as the door is closed, she becomes a whole other person. She drops the nice girl act and shows her true colors.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but stay away from my boyfriend.”

“My problem? What are you talking about?”

You grab some napkins to dab your dress without her help.

“You can play games all you want but he’s mine, and I’ll make your life miserable if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t want him,” you lie.

“Please,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I saw the way you were looking at him the entire night. Stay away from him or I’ll do more than pour alcohol down your dress.” She walks back to the door but pauses because she’s not done talking. “I am better than you in every way. You might be the best friend but I’m his girlfriend, and I always get what I want.” She gives you a sweet smile as if she didn’t just threaten you. “It’s nice to meet you though. Sorry about the dress.”

As soon as she leaves the kitchen, tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t go back out there looking like a mess so you dry your cheeks and your dress as much as possible before going back outside. Everyone is mostly done with dinner so they’re standing around instead of sitting. Jensen immediately walks over to you with a look of concern on his face.

“Hey, are you okay? I can pay for the dry cleaning.”

You look at Denise who is watching you with careful eyes. Jensen might genuinely be happy with her so you can’t take that away from him and tell him how rotten his girlfriend is. Plus, would he even believe you? Yes, you’re his best friend but would he believe you over his girlfriend?

“No, it’s okay. It was a misunderstanding,” you sigh.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

You excuse yourself and walk over to Jared who has been watching you three the entire night. He had two glasses of water at dinner so he’s sobered up some more. He sees the look of defeat on your face and nudges you arm.

“They won’t last.”

“What?”

“I don’t see them lasting another month.”

“Why would I care?”

“Come on,” Jared chuckles. “We all know you’re in love with him.”

“Shut your mouth, Jared,” you snap.

“What, am I wrong?”

You look at Jensen and Denise who are all over each other. She has her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands are low on her hips. You have to hold back your tears.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. She clearly doesn’t want me around.”

“Give it time.”

Jensen and Denise walk into the cabin to do God only knows what, and you decide it’s best if you leave now. You don’t want to spend the night and have to hear them through the walls.

“As much fun as this whole thing has been, I should go now.”

You give Jared a side hug so you don’t get the alcohol on him.

“Good luck.”

You can’t leave this party without saying goodbye to Jensen. You’ll steal a couple of minutes and leave and that will be that. You don’t even have to give him a hug goodbye . You walk inside the house in search of your best friend. You walk past the kitchen into the living room where you overhear Denise and Jensen talking.

“What’s wrong? You were fine when we showed up.”

“I don’t like that you spend so much time with her. I’m your girlfriend who loves you.”

“She’s my best friend.” Great, they’re talking about you. How can you go in there now? It’ll only be awkward and you’ll give away that you’ve been listening. “We grew up together.”

“You’re with me now. Y/N needs to find someone she loves and leave us alone. I don’t want to be rude but it’s obvious she wants you.”

You can’t see Jensen’s face from where you’re at but you can only imagine what it looks like.

“You’re overreacting.”

“Do you have feelings for her? Is that why you’re being this way?”

You hold your breath and wait for his answer.

“Be this way? What are you talking about?”

“It’s me or her. Pick one. You can’t have both.”

You can’t bear the thought of hearing his answer because there is a chance that he might choose her. You quickly leave the room without hearing his answer and escape to your car. You shouldn’t have come. He has been with Denise for months across the world. He probably has a lot more fun with her than he does with you. He’s found someone to replace you with. You can’t fault him for choosing her. She can give him everything you can’t.

You peel out of the driveway and start the journey back home. Tears are flowing down your cheeks making it harder to see the road in front of you. It’s a particularly windy day so your car is slightly shaking; nothing you can’t control. It doesn’t help you’re driving in the mountains with no light except for that of your headlights. Through your tears, you don’t see the car on the other side of the roading coming straight at you.

You hit him going seventy miles an hour head on, and you’re thrown from the windshield and onto the groound. You left in such a hurry that you forgot to put your seatbelt on. The car you hit is a much bigger car than yours so it doesn’t have nearly as much damage as yours. The car slams on its break before slowly driving off, leaving you on the ground outside.

You gasp in pain and stare at the starry sky above you. Blood runs down your body and pools on the ground. You never took time to admire how pretty the night sky is. Your entire body is in pain but there is a certain peace that comes with being on the brink of death. You close your eyes to get some sleep when you hear someone calling your name off in the distance.

How much time has passed? It seems like minutes but could have been for much longer.

“Y/N!” Jensen gasps and slides on the ground when he gets to you. You open your eyes and see red and blue lights flashing off his face. “I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Just hang on for me, okay? Please be okay.”

“Sir, you need to move.”

Jensen is pulled back so the paramedics can come in and do their job. You close your eyes because you’re so fucking tired. You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto something softer than the ground. You’re wheeled on a gurney into the ambulance with Jensen following closely behind.

“Sir, only family are allowed inside.”

“I’m her husband,” Jensen shouts and pushes past the paramedics.

They allow him to sit inside and be with you until they get to the hospital. Jensen grabs your bloody hand just as you roll your head to the side. You barely squeeze his hand to let him knwo you’re with him and not going toward the light no matter how tempting it might be.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m holding your hand.”

The next time you open your eyes, you’re confronted with blinding white lights. Is this what Heaven is like? Did you die? You blink a few times to correct your vision and see you’re not in Heaven but a hospital room. You groan softly and look to your right where Jensen is. He is holding your hand with his head lowered like he’s praying. When he hears your painful groan, his head snaps up.

“Sweetheart. Hey, I’m right here.”

“Jensen?” you croak.

“Do you need some water?” You nod and he grabs a small cup of water. He helps you drink before setting the cup down. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?”

“You collided with another car. The bastard left instead of staying but cops found him near where the cabin is. There’s only one road going in and out of town so it wasn’t hard to spot the truck with bumper damage. Your car is totaled though.”

Oh, yeah. The reason why you didn't see the other car is because you had tears flowing out of your eyes the entire time. Why were you crying? Right. Jensen was going to choose Denise over you. You take your hand away from his when you remember this and shift further from him.

“Where is Denise?”

“Gone.” Your eyes snap to his. “I broke up with her.”

“What? Why?”

“She made me choose. Anyone who makes me choose isn’t good enough to be with me.”

“What did she make you choose?” you ask even though you know the answer.

“It was either you or her, and you should know by now I will always choose you.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

“I’m glad she did.” He grabs your good hand and kisses the back of it. “I was blind to who was by my side my entire life.”

You smile and run your thumb on the back of his hand.

“What does this mean?”

“First, you get better. Then, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

“Deal,” you smile shyly.

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selfishmachinez · 3 months

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this request was inspired by someone else who wrote it with Adam but idk I can’t find the post I think they may have deleted it or smthn😔

anyway- reader x Lucifer , Adam, and mammon (romantic, seperately) who plays that “best brother ever ” prank on them in public? i just think it’s really funny😭 if you don’t know what I’m talking about this is what I mean: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLevxYyu/

"BEST BROTHER EVER"

notes: STOPP I SAW THIS ITS SO FUNNY😭 this trend kills me everytime omg

also hours after posting this i realised it was flopping cause i didnt add any tags someone bury me😔

warnings: adam and mammon being themselves (assholes😇); mammon being a bitch (kinda nsfw for him? idk you'll be the judge of that); not proofread

word count: 339

ACTUAL POST UNDER CUT

Lucifer 🍎 —

okay so for all 3 lets say your relationship isnt out to the public yet, but people just kinda figured it out already

poor baby was so clueless😭

i dont think hes very up to date with pranks/trends/all that

THOUGHT YOU WERE FRIENDZONING HIM FOR A SECOND????

"well youre not an angel NOT LIKE THAT youre TECHNICALLY not an angel so we cant really be,, siblings,, BUT im glad you think of me like that i just thought we had more going on???"

if you keep the prank going he'll gen be hurt

you had to sit down and explain the joke to him

all you got out of him was a nervous chuckle and a "oooohhhhhhh..."

give my man some time ok hes old as hell (pun intended) 🧍‍♀️

Adam 🪽 —

first of all how DARE you

hes usually the one pulling the pranks on you

bro was flabbergasted 😭

he gives you that stare he gave lucifer after he said "and now i am going to FUCK you >:)"

second of all he kissed you back ok but when you said THAT???

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE????

"dont say that, you crazy bitch."

"i love you big bro, cmon."

he pushed you after that one ok🥰

after you tell him you were jk he was like "fuck was that for??? you wanna ruin MY reputation???? do you know who i am" bla bla bla

hes not gen mad just a little pissed at best

Mammon 🃏 —

"what?????"

"youre the best big bro ever!"

his reaction is fairly close to adam's imo

except hes not mad and actually plays along

"you into that stupid ass roleplay thingy now, eh?"

shit got heated for a second😨

"nononono ITS A PRANK ITS A PRANK"

"is it now?"

had you genuinely panic

that horny bastard istg!!!!!!!

he saw the trend already so he knows youre just playing

the kiss kinda threw him off tbh, he didnt want your relationship being public yet (cause he outed asmodeus and fizz and didnt wanna be seen as a hypocrite etc)

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #mammon helluva boss #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #adam hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer hazbin x reader #selfishmachinez

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YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter II)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 2.1k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff.

Warnings for this chapter: late night office rough sex with Dean, unprotected sex, guilty feelings for Sam, death as following the storyline of this episode but with slight changes.

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Chapter II: A Second Life

The elevators closed and your eyes were locked on Sam’s gaze the whole time, until he disappeared from your sight. A strange feeling washed over you, seeing him like that, but Dean’s lips back on your neck, leaving wet kisses along your skin brought you back to reality.

Quickly, you forced yourself to take in the sweet sensation of his fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse and his mouth ghosting over your covered breasts. He sucked on your tits, after pushing the bra up, his long, thick fingers squeezing your flesh.

“Dean,” you moaned, throwing your head back slightly.

The sound of the elevator caused him to separate from your flesh and you tried your best to cover your body as he dragged you to his office. Everything was quiet, no soul could be seen but you. This wasn’t the first time you had the pleasure of having him between your legs, but work had been busy and you were craving for release for such a long time.

He felt the same, judging by the way he pushed you against the wall once inside his office. How his lips kissed yours in a heated, needy gesture, his tongue finding its place inside your mouth, earning breathy moans from you. His hands withdrew your blouse, and he exposed your breasts again. Soon, he pulled up your skirt and your panties were discarded on the floor. With a gasp, you were between the wall and his body holding you, and he grinded his hips against your cunt. Dean hissed, feeling your legs wrapping around his waist and your hand unzipping his trousers to free his cock, hard and ready for you.

“Rough or gentle?” he asked, voice full of lust as he looked at you with half hooded eyes and that smirk of his.

“I’m stressed today, so you’d say,” you teased, stroking his hard length, feeling the pre cum already leaking.

“Of fucking course,” Dean hissed before pressing his lips on yours once again, one of his hands going between your legs to rub your folds, coating your clit with your own juices and stretching you out slowly with his digits for a moment. He smirked when a breathy moan passed your lips. “Rough it’ll be.”

You bit your lip, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing on your wet slit. “You know me so well.”

Your throbbing pussy welcomed him, as he slid inside you with a smooth movement of his hips. Dean started to pound into you against the wall, holding your thighs firmly with his hands. There was always something so beautiful and hot he found on you each time you were like this, with your eyes shut and mouth open, moaning and whimpering sweetly, while he fucked you. He loved how messy you were, how stupidly dirty you could get when the two of you were together.

The tight walls of your cunt fluttered around his cock as Dean began to leave harsh and wet kisses on your breasts, playing with your nipple with his mouth, one of his hands working on the other. You squirmed under his touch, your legs around his waist started to feel strained, but you don’t care as much as he keeps fucking you into oblivion. You moaned particularly loud when his cock reached the deepest spot inside you, and you felt so damn close.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, giving a particularly harsh thrust and making you moan again.

You covered your mouth with your hand to suppress the noises coming out, but it only caused Dean to rut even harder, until you came first. He increased the rhythm of his hips, twitching inside your convulsing walls, and finally got himself spilling inside you. Dean bucked his hips the last couple of times before carrying you with him until he sat down on the nearest chair in front of his desk, you on his lap trying to catch your breath and recover from your amazing high. Still buried deep inside your pussy, he caressed softly your thighs as you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

Despite all the rough fuck you just had, Dean always took good care of you, waiting until you be better to get up and leave. With you, he had been open to explore more than just a quick fuck sometimes. Whether it be his dominant side on you, or the overwhelming control you had on him, Dean just knew he was completely lost in your body and how well you’d work on his wishes and longings, despite this being an arrangement you both had settled for sex and sex only. Still lost in thoughts after a few minutes in a pleasant silence, you leaned back and pulled his softening cock out of you and made yourself comfortable on his laps, your skirt still rolled up and your panties pushed to the side that you didn’t bother to fix.

“Thank you,” you softly beamed at him, kissing the corner of his lips. “You’ve always been awesome at this.”

He chuckled, taking in the messy and disheveled look you had on. “You’re not so bad yourself, baby.”

You took your hand and caressed his cheek. “Maybe next time I could make a couple of moves on you… Fuck you my way perhaps.”

“Oh, yeah? Can’t wait for you to show me.”

The next day you were better than ever as you strolled on your floor. Employees were gathering around already, but there was a fuss in the back, specifically coming from the break room. You made your way through the people, and you saw the body of one of your eldest employees being carried out by the authorities. Without noticing exactly, you stood up by Sam’s side.

“What happened?” you asked in disbelief.

“They think Paul got here pretty early, and, uhm, killed himself with the microwave,” Sam replied, looking away in the direction they took the corpse.

He was avoiding your eyes, but you didn’t care that much at that moment, considering the situation. And you did your best to keep it cool, thinking about what he had witnessed in that stupid elevator. It was so silly; you just started speaking to Sam three weeks ago since he began working there and now, it suddenly was as if you were cheating on him.

But you were forced to remind yourself it was not the moment, nor the place to wander on that. An employee of yours had supposedly committed suicide and you just remembered what he had been waiting for since a couple of months ago.

“Oh god, he was just about to retire,” you mumbled, crossing your arms on your chest. “How could it be? He seemed perfectly fine, but I guess you don’t know in the end.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” Sam answered and he looked directly at you for just a couple of seconds. “Sorry, I need to go. Haven’t punched for my shift,” he said before going away with long strides, and you were left all by yourself.

Dean, who was witnessing your small conversation a few feet away, approached you immediately. The rest of the employees leaving the door frame as well.

“Hey,” Dean started, keeping his face stern and with a professional tone of voice.

“Hey…”

“I’m so sorry,” he continued as you started the way back to your office.

“Yeah, uhm, thank you,” you stuttered. “Actually, I don't know how to feel.”

“It’s pretty normal. It’s not like a situation we encounter everyday, so I understand it.”

Dean stopped once you did outside your office. You gave him a nod and a half smile that disappeared quickly.

“I guess so… I will have to write and prepare something for his family, sorry if anything we came up with is not on my plans anymore…”

“Absolutely no need to apologize to me, I get it. You’re gonna be fine,” he insisted, squeezing your shoulder in a friendly manner.

You knew your relationship was just physical, but this time you really needed to get it sorted out. He would always show you he understands.

“Thanks, Dean,” you smiled before leaving him in the hall.

When you locked yourself inside your office, he sighed deeply. Something was wrong, he thought while walking away. He got a quick glance of Sam, the guy who he had seen outside the elevator the day before and the one who spoke to you just moments ago. There was something weird about him too, and Dean remembered him asking if they knew each other when, in reality, Dean was sure he had never seen Sam through all his life. Maybe there was a chance? A hunch? Something that probably could connect them after all? Or maybe he was going insane. To sort out the curiosity he suddenly felt about the whole situation, Dean decided to look up Paul's file in the archives by himself.

Once the day was over, you just wanted to head home. Mr. Adler, your boss and Dean’s superior, was putting a huge pressure on you to deliver the remaining files you still had on your email, not really showing a shred of sympathy at the sudden events going on in your teams’ floor. When the headache stopped being tolerable, you decided it was enough and that you should leave.

Closing the office door behind you, you saw Sam getting ready to leave as well. He had been staying late, without you knowing. He noticed you stopping by his cubicle and smiled awkwardly; you sensed the same shame you felt last night.

“Staying late I see,” you started.

“Yeah, I got some other things to do,” Sam answered, brushing his hair softly.

You took that in as a sign of lying, but said nothing as you both started to leave the empty office.

“Right,” you nodded.

A silence envolveded you and he dared to speak again. “I didn’t notice you coming around today.”

“I had things to do as well,” you replied with a soft smile on your lips, spreading the gesture on him too.

“Tough day, huh?”

“It really has been tough,” you tried to laugh it off.

There was a small hesitation building up inside you, wondering if you should leave or wait for him when Sam got his stuff from the locker. But in the end, you felt like staying and facing whatever it was you were feeling. Too many things were happening at the same time, with Dean and you hooking up, the sudden death, and now this weird tension with Sam and how he was avoiding you the whole day. So you waited for Sam to get out, and you walked together inside the elevator. It was just the two of you there.

“I’m sorry you had to see that yesterday,” you began, looking at him with brows furrowed. He had a blank face and you breathed deeply. “I’m not like that, I swear, I just, I don’t know, it felt like it, and—”

“Did we know each other before this?” he asked abruptly, interrupting your words. His eyes were locked on yours for the first time through the day.

“Excuse me?”

“I came here like three weeks ago, but I feel like I’ve known you more than that,” he explained with a serious expression.

Confused, you shook your head in slow motion. “No, I don’t think so… I don’t know.”

“But there’s something, right?”

“Sam, you’re scaring me—”

“Just think about it,” he insisted, taking a step forward to get close to you. “Why do you feel like this?”

Sam leaned more and more towards you, and honestly, you had a vague idea of what he was talking about. The mixed, weird feelings you experienced with him were so different from Dean. Not like you were in a relationship, however it certainly felt as if you had done something really, really wrong to Sam. But that didn’t hit you until morning.

“Like what?”

“Like if we shared more than just a professional relationship? Maybe in another life?”

There was a shared heat as the elevator went down. You didn’t have time to think further than that, but what if this wasn’t what you really were? Could be an option as to how that weird sensation had been scratching you every time you saw his beautiful face.

What if it was a dream? A very weird one that you’ve been trapped in with both of them being the center of everything. You were not sure. What you were sure of was how you loved Dean’s touch every time you were out of work, the way Sam would get nervous when you approached his desk to chat for a bit… The way they both looked at you with love and desire, just as how Sam was watching you right at that moment.

This time, you didn’t stop him from kissing you.

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the-authoress-writes · 10 months

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Somewhere Out There

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Deployments are hard, but when you have someone to come home to, someone to love, that makes things easier, painful as it may be.

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of angst, I guess, offscreen sort-of implied married-people-doing-married-people-stuff 😉😉, minuscule cursing, a PG-13 use of the F-word, and a crap-ton of fluffy, lovey-dovey goodness.

Author’s Note: I don’t write reader fic.

I really don’t.

I write ship fic and gen fic, and I’d say I’m pretty decent at it, judging from the comments on my stories.

But then, @valmare came along, and we just clicked.

Mostly through screaming about Top Gun, naval aviators (*cough*tomkazansky*cough*), and our mutual appreciation for Val Kilmer.

And I knew I wanted to write something for her, especially since she was celebrating 300 followers!

Unfortunately, deep down, I knew I couldn’t write a ship fic for her.

I would have to write a reader!fic.

So, because I love her, I delved into the uncharted (for me, at least) waters of reader!fic.

I’m honestly not sure if this is any good, I wrote it in a perspective I’m not used to, and I hope and pray it makes any kind of sense.

Title is from the song of the same name, “Somewhere Out There”, from An American Tail.

To my dear Mir, I swear I began writing this yesterday, but I touched on things that you did in your own most recent fic, however, I couldn’t for the life of me, find another way to put what I wrote.

I promise on Goose’s grave that I did not plagiarize you.

All I can say is… fangirls think alike?

Please don’t hate meeee!!!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this attempt at wading in the waters you so expertly navigate, my dear!

Happy 300 Followers!!!

The mist was rolling in from the sea, she absently noted, while the rising sun caught the minuscule droplets of water in the air, making the very wind shimmer.

Even inside, she could smell the faint tang of salt in the air, one of her favorite scents, but it was missing the key part—so much was missing.

The warmth of her husband behind her, for one thing, as they watched the sunrise on this window seat, her legs bracketed by his, his arms around her, the scent of spice, bourbon, and jet fuel which was all him, surrounding her.

God, she missed Tom.

Right now, he was halfway around the world on a ship, and she was watching the weekend sunrise without him, for the first time since they got married.

She knew this was part of being married to an active duty naval aviator, but it didn’t make the ache any better.

She tugged the collar of the USNA t-shirt up to her nose, but the scent was so faint from when Tom had tossed it to the floor the night before his deployment.

She sighed; she could still remember how he’d made her feel that night—he’d made her body sing, playing her like an expert musician would his instrument.

She’d felt him for days after, and if she focused enough, even now, she could almost feel his hands on her, the paradox of how gentle they were, despite the callouses on his palm, his lips on hers.

For all that he was called “Iceman”, she never saw an iota of the reasoning; with her, he was never anything but unfailingly warm, gentle, kind, loving, and passionate.

It had been nearly a week since she dropped him off last Monday at Miramar, exhorting Mav and Slider to bring him home to her.

The grave promise in the two men’s eyes as they readily agreed, had to be comfort enough, and wordlessly, they hauled Tom’s seabag between them, a strap in each of their hands, cheerfully bickering as they went, to give her a chance to say a more private goodbye.

She didn’t know what to say to him—this had to be one of the most painful things she’d ever done—giving her husband up to the sea and sky for ninety days, not knowing if he’d return to her alive, safe, having to trust only in his skill on the stick and his wingmen to bring him back to her.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, and Tom’s eyes softened, as he drew her into his embrace. “I’ll come back to you, lyubimaya moya,” he whispered in her ear, all too aware of how dangerous it was to speak Russian on base, outside of the safety of the walls of their house, but aware that she needed the comfort.

“Promise me—promise you’ll come back to me, Thomas Kazansky,” she fiercely murmured, drawing back to look at him, taking the opportunity that she would shortly not have.

“Always.

No matter what, no matter what oceans part us,” he replied, an intensity which would frighten others, but which soothed her, in his crystalline eyes.

She gasped and desperately tugged him to her, his kiss piecing her heart together and breaking it, all for knowing that it was the last time she’d feel it for three months.

He’d taken her soul with him the moment he let her go to do his duty.

Back in the pain of her present, a sob masquerading as a sigh tore from her lips—it wasn’t enough; it would never be enough until she had him back in her arms, back in her bed, back in this house, where she felt like a shade of herself, a modern-day Eurydice.

Her legs reluctantly carried her to the kitchen, where she prepared her weekend coffee, narrowly resisting the urge to pull out two mugs instead of one.

But when she picked up the can of Maxwell House, she fumbled it, because it was far lighter than it should’ve been—heavy, but not the still-full can it should have been.

Tentatively, she opened it, and gasped when she saw that the can was filled with folded-up pieces of paper, each marked with dates on them, in Tom’s careful, exacting writing.

She tipped the can over, and the papers came spilling out—there had to be at least three months worth of letters here, one for each day of his deployment.

She frantically searched through the pile, looking for today’s date.

Upon finding it, she dashed back to the window seat, deliberately peeling the tape holding it closed, unable to treat the letter with anything less than the utmost care.

She quickly noticed Tom’s writing here was cramped, as if he were trying to fit everything he wanted to say on this one small piece of paper.

“Hello, solnishko,

If you’re reading this, it means that you’ve found the letters I wrote for you; one for each day of my deployment.

As I write this, I am next to you in bed, looking at your beautiful face, so peaceful in sleep, but the mere thought of my impending departure already tears me apart more than I thought possible.

I won’t have thought of anything else but you since the moment I left your arms, I am absolutely certain.

You know all too well why I joined the Navy—my search for a home, a real home, one not plagued by unattainable standards and harsh words.

I eventually found one in the sky, and for the longest time, she was enough, with her freedom, her thrill, but there were still demands, still standards, though the words were kinder.

Then I met you.

And you changed everything.

You are my home, lyubimaya moya; with you, I don’t have to be Iceman, or Lieutenant Kazansky; with you, I can be Tom.

Just Tom.

Your Tom.

I can’t wait until I can be your Tom again.

Eighty-four days, zhizn moya; and I’m yours again.

Yours forever,

Tom”

She pressed her hand to her chest, careful to avoid crumpling the paper beneath her hand, a tear slipping from her eyes, the ache of his absence soothed with the absolute confirmation that he was thinking of her just as she was about him, and intensified, knowing that he was so far away.

Eventually, she sniffled, brushing away her tear tracks, wishing it was Tom’s hand, and gathered herself.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four days, and she’d have him back—a short eternity, to be sure, but a small price to pay for what she’d get back at the end.

Until then, she’d count the sunrises, holding him and the words he’d written for her, close to her heart.

Tom stared out at the horizon, watching the sun come up on the relatively quiet deck of the Enterprise.

It meant that he lost a good thirty minutes of sleep, but it was worth it, just to know that his wife was looking at the same sunrise, or she would be, at any rate, given the time difference.

The horizon spread out before him; endless, and the fleeting, errant thought that she was just there, beyond the beyond, entered his mind.

So far—a little over six thousand nautical miles, more or less, depending on the course and speed of the Enterprise, further than any F-14 could fly—and yet so near, because she was never far from his heart.

He’d never thought he could love anything or anyone more than her—among his other endearments for her was zhizn moya, because that was what she was to him: his life.

Tom idly twisted the band of gold around his left ring finger, more proud of that simple ring than the hard-won blue-jeweled Annapolis ring on his right.

God, he missed her.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Tom turned to see Mav, coming up to lean on the railing beside him, none of the usual cockiness on his face.

“You shouldn’t be up yet, Mav.”

A haunted expression lingered on the edges of his wingman’s face as he searched for anything but the truth to tell, and Tom knew. “The usual?”

“Yeah,” Mav rasped. “I—I checked on Merls and Sli, but I got—got worried when I—I didn’t find you, so…” the black-haired pilot trailed off, before continuing, “you okay?”

“I should be asking you that, but… yeah, I am, just…”

“Just missing her,” Mav nodded sagely, almost wistfully.

“Yeah.”

“How do you even handle that?” Mav asked, frowning.

The sunlight made him feel more honest than he would probably otherwise be, Aurora’s kiss a comforting benediction, reminding him of all he had to come home to, and he replied, “What makes you think that I am?” He shook his head, “Doesn’t really feel like I’m even here, honestly.”

Mav good-naturedly smirked, “You left your heart in San Diego?”

Tom side-eyed his wingman. “Yeah, actually.

You’ll understand it one day, when you meet the right one,” he sighed, thinking of his wife’s beautiful smile.

“I dunno, Ice, I’m not sure if I want to be you, or be thankful that I’m not.”

Tom scoffed, unable to help his grin. “It’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her—”

“Not exactly selling it, Kazansky,” Mav interrupted.

Tom rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t done, dickhead.”

At Mav’s grin, Tom continued, “As I was saying, it’s the worst feeling in the world, to be away from her, to exist without her, after knowing what it’s like to be with her, but knowing that I get to come home to her… that makes it all worth it.

I hope you get this someday, Mav.

You sure as hell deserve some fucking happiness in this life.”

Mav smiled weakly, but honestly. “Maybe one day, Ice.”

The two of them smiled at each other, before Tom clapped Mav on the shoulder. “We better get going—the guys should be awake now, and if we don’t get to mess, Slider and Merlin might just take all the good stuff.”

“Good is relative,” Mav scoffed, making him laugh.

“Okay—the better stuff.”

They laughed, beginning to make their way back in.

But just before he stepped through the door amidships, he couldn’t help but look back at the horizon, the sun shedding the last of its dawning gentility, to turn into the harsh, blazing light that it was in this part of the world.

Eighty-four days.

Eighty-four more sunrises holding her only in his heart until he could also hold her in his arms.

It was a high price, to be sure, but in the face of having eternity as hers, what was eighty-four days?

Until then, he’d count the sunrises, holding her close to his heart.

“Hey Ice, you coming?” Mav called.

“I’m coming,” he replied.

And with that, he stepped inside to do his duty, eagerly awaiting the next sunrise, each consecutive one bringing him closer to his home, to his beloved wife.

I headcanon Ice as having Russian descent, but quite frankly, you can tear Slavic!Ice from my cold, dead hands.

To me, he’s either Polish or Russian.

Russian Glossary

Disclaimer: endearments and translations taken from Google—please don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, which, odds are, I am.

Lyubimaya moya: my darling/my one and only sweetheart

Solnishko: little sun

Zhizn moya: my life

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I’ve seen a lot of posts lately complaining about the decline of computer literacy and judging younger generations for not knowing how to use computers and like. All they do is complain and talk about the importance of knowing this stuff, but i’ve yet to see a post that would be helpful in actually TEACHING the younger generation the basics of computer literacy and i’m sure the heavy judgment in those posts is not making people more inclined to actually learn anything.

But also @ the younger generation following me, teaching yourself computer skills is INVALUABLE. Sure, maybe it’s clunkier and less user friendly, but it’s not meant to be carried around in your pocket and there’s A LOT more you can do with just basic computer skills. And honestly, a lot of it ARE things you can figure out with a quick google search (we can get into other search engines later, but google will suffice for this). I use excel at work a lot and I’ll look up “how to do X on excel” whenever I don’t know something and there will be a ton of results with handy step by step guides. You can even look things up on your phone and then use that to figure out how to use a computer! If you don’t have a computer to just play around on and figure things out yourself, your local library will always have computers for public use. And if you want one of your own so you can spend more time with it, a cheap laptop is a few hundred bucks (way cheaper than an iphone) and will be able to do all the basics

Anyway @ millenials be nicer and more supportive and helpful. We WANT them to know how to use computers. And @ gen z i believe in you, if you want to learn how to use a computer you absolutely can

#i would make a basic computer literacy post but i’m probably not the best equipped for the job #but i can give some of these helpful tips #anyway yeah those posts have always rubbed me the wrong way and i just realized why because they’re not helpful in any way

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My biggest hopes for Sonic x Shadow Generations

This sounds cliche as hell, but watching the trailer for this game made me feel like a little kid again. Sonic Generations is one of my favorite games of all time and I still vividly remember when it was announced. That being said, I, like many other Sonic fans, thought it was a bit weird that Generations was next up on the remaster train once leaks started to circulate about it. The game has been available on places like Steam for over a decade and still looks and plays fantastically, unlike games like Heroes and Unleashed which remain stuck on their original console gen or the Adventure games which desperately need a visual touch up at the very least.

But if they’re going to remake Generations, I’m glad that this is the route they’re taking with it. I’ve always been a big Shadow fan, so I’m thrilled to see him get his own side story in Generations that explores his past adventures alongside Sonic’s main campaign. Especially since, let’s face it, levels like Westopolis aren’t nearly as fondly remembered as levels like Green Hill or City Escape. This is a good opportunity to go back to old concepts in a better engine and really make them shine. The original Generations did this with Crisis City and the Silver boss fight, so I have faith in Sonic Team’s ability to do the same thing again this time around with the more Shadow-centric content.

(It’s also a great way to reintroduce Shadow to newer fans in preparation for the next Sonic movie)

But, outside of general polish, what do I want out of this game? I’ve 100%’d the original Generations, so I feel like I’m in a better position than most to share my thoughts.

1. Consolidate Time Attack with Story Mode

In Sonic Generations, there are two main gameplay modes: the main story, and a separate time attack mode. The latter of which is notoriously buggy, at least on Steam, prone to crashing when loading a level or otherwise just not tracking your times and high scores at all. There’s a reason why playing all of the levels in time attack mode is the game’s rarest achievement on Steam, even more rare than 100%ing the game or beating the final boss without getting hit.

But even if those issues were fixed, I’d still like to see the separate time attack mode removed altogether. If you have a really good run of a certain level in the main story mode, that time will not transfer over to time attack, effectively making your best time worthless since it won’t be put on the online leaderboards. The times you get in time attack mode also don’t bleed over into the main campaign, so if you S-rank a level in one mode, it won’t carry over to the other.

In my opinion, this is really bad game design, and I think Sonic Team knows this. Games released after Generations like Forces have done away with this issue by simply getting rid of time attack mode and tracking all your best times in one place—the main story campaign—and pulling leaderboard placings from there. That’s what I want to see for Sonic x Shadow Generations.

The one argument I could see against this is that Generations has a surprisingly robust customization system that allows you to buy and equip different skills and power ups for Sonic to use in each level. This includes the Chaos Emeralds after you beat the game, which naturally let you play as Super Sonic to blitz through any level with reckless abandon after you get 50 rings. This level of customization can make it difficult to judge the skill of players in a vacuum, which is why a developer may want to bar them from use in a leaderboard setting, especially Super Sonic.

I don’t agree with this mindset. I’d argue that allowing all the different skills and power ups for time attack serves to create a stronger sense of community, as it enforces players to test out different skill setups and share their results with others. I can picture an active community debating amongst themselves which skills would be the best to use on each level. If Super Sonic/Shadow is too much of a concern, then either ban them from the leaderboards like in Forces or create a separate leaderboard just for them.

2. A Stricter Ranking System

Sonic games really fluctuate on how easy or hard it is to get the highest rank in every level. Games like Adventure 2 and 06 can often feel too demanding of the player, which also isn’t good, but Generations falls firmly on the other end of the spectrum. It’s really, really easy to S-rank everything in this game.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing, and I much rather prefer a lenient ranking system over one that’s extremely strict. But when it’s too easy to get S-rank most of the game’s levels, it kills a lot of the game’s replayability. Generations has surprisingly robust level design that I don’t think a lot of people would expect from a boost game, but the game rarely encourages you to take advantage of it. If the most straightforward route gets you the same results as the one that you need precise jumps and quick reflexes to get on, why bother going off the beaten path at all?

Outside of the ease of S-ranks, the time gaps between each rank is also way too big for a game like this. Let’s use Green Hill Act 2 as an example. To get a C-rank you need to beat the level in 11 minutes. To get a B-rank, you need to beat the level in 7 minutes. To get an A-rank, you need to beat the level in 3 minutes. To get an S-rank, you need to get an A-rank and beat the level without dying.

See what I mean? The time gaps here are way too big. In my opinion, they should all be within a minute or even less of each other. Seriously, who the fuck spends 11 minutes on Green Hill Act 2? I can literally only think of one level in the entire game that I ever spent more than ten minutes on, and…

3. Fix Planet Wisp Act 2 omg

Planet Wisp Act 2 is without a doubt the worst level in Generations. Some of the physics at the end of Crisis City Act 1 are a little weird (imagine that), but PW2 is just unbearable. It’s way too long, feels extremely repetitive, and most of the level forces you into a 2D platforming section during a Modern Sonic level. Its poor quality is especially an issue because, while it make not look it, this is the last level of the original release of Generations before the final boss fights.

I don’t think that there are any easy changes you could make to this level that could fix it. I get why they’d want to make it longer than usual since it’s the last level of the game, but when the level feels like a chore to get through, all that work comes off as padding rather than feeling climactic. I honestly think that it would be better to just start from scratch.

If I’m being honest, I’d even go as far as to use a different world from Colors instead. Generations has way too many big grassy areas as is. That’s something that Shadow will help rectify for this remaster, as he will naturally pull from more urban and sci-fi than Sonic, but the point still stands.

4. Mephiles?

Mephiles is a lot of people’s favorite Sonic villain. I am not one of those people. His plan sucks, his design sucks, his lore sucks, his boss fights are underwhelming. The only good parts about him are his voice acting and music.

Weirdly enough though, I’m…kind of hoping he shows up in Sonic x Shadow Generations?

I mean, if there ever was a time to bring him back, now would be it. There’s a long standing fan theory that the Time Eater, the main antagonistic force in Generations, is what’s leftover of Solaris/Mephiles after the events of Sonic 06. Both characters are shadowy time gods, the Time Eater is capable of pulling the bad future from Sonic 06 (Crisis City) even after the events of that game were erased from history, and the Time Eater really doesn’t have any origin or backstory otherwise. I don’t have a source on this, but I’m pretty sure that Ian Flynn supports this theory too.

While it looks like Shadow’s campaign in Sonic x Shadow Generations will mostly focus on his origin story and the Black Arms (which I think is the right move if part of Sega’s goal here is to reintroduce people to the character before the next movie comes out), it’d be a huge missed opportunity to not include Mephiles in some way, shape, or form. His beef with Shadow feels way more personal than his (almost nonexistent) beef with Sonic, so putting him in the Shadow campaign would be a natural fit. I would also love it if the game confirmed the Time Eater=Solaris theory, but I can also understand why Sega wouldn’t want to go that route. Distracting too much from the Black Doom stuff that they obviously want to focus on will just muddle the game’s narrative, which I’d bet will be much stronger than the one in the original Generations.

And…yeah, that’s all I got for now. What are you guys’ hopes for this game?

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow generations #sonic generations #classic sonic #black doom #ella essays

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Into the -BertVerse

Gen Fic Narrabert (x Reader?) Crack -BERT AU

MY FINAL CONTRIBUTION FOR DIFFERENT UNIVERSE, SAME LOVE 2 CCC BY @xxsycamore & @queengiuliettafirstlady ! Mo, I think you know what prompted this. *muah* I love you, I'm sorry.

Content Warnings: Narrabert

The sun has risen, Little Bunny. It’s your time to raise and shine too. Unless, of course, you’d rather waste it away by lying in bed. It surely would be a shame not to rest while you still have the chance to, so I find it hard to judge you for not resisting the tempta—

Oh, you’re up now. I see. It was rather rude of you not to let me finish the sentence, but there are no pleasantries with you, hm? Very well. You walk towards your closet. Heehee, don’t worry, I’m not watching. Nobody is, for a fact. I’ve made sure of that for you, so don’t be shy and change your clothes…

Hmm? What is it now? Yes, yes, I can hear that you’re stepping from one feet to the other and you do sound rather troubled. You feel that I’m lying to you? Your judgement is so cruel. Have I ever lied to you? I thought you were aware that if there is one person who will treat you with kindness, it is I.

After a moment of hesitation, you reach for the hem of your night gown and pull it over your head. The garment lands on the floor as you look at yourself bashfully before dressing in a proper robe… Yes, I could tell that much based on sound alone. You appear rather stunned now. I don’t generally make it a habit to expose your thoughts so eagerly, but you’re not exactly hard to read. You should be careful, you think – and I do agree – as somebody knocks on your door. Like a sweet innocent rabbit, you hop to answer it.

You cover your luscious lips with your hand. You seem to be upset. Let me take a look… Ah. You must be displeased to see Chevabert first thing in the morning. Don’t worry, Little Bunny, Clavbert is waiting just around the corner. If you listened closely, you could hear his cane’s base flouncing about. What a… curious idea, to add a spring to that. I digress; Clavbert pulls a vial out of his cloak. You shudder at the sight alone and step back, Chevabert rushing inside your room. Teehee, yes, that is a rather sound decision. You see, using only one eye robs one of depth perception, so —

BOOM.

Oh, dear unfortunate Clavbert. Would you mind to step out of your room to investigate the damage? No, no, Bunny, of course I’m not telling you what has exactly happened just now. You have to see it for yourself, like a good little heroine you are. How are you supposed to stand proud at the end of the story if all you’ve ever done was following what others reiterated to you? You can either go out and look, or stay back cowering in fear the way you do now. It is your choice, really, but you do have to make it.

Clavbert has seen better days indeed. You are rather pale now, no?

Hm?

Yes, I am quite concerned. Aren’t we friends, after all?

Come again?

You don’t know my name?

Oh, silly, silly rabbit. How could you forget?

It’s Narrabert. Make sure to remember it this time. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.

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NEW FANFICTION EXCHANGE ANNOUNCEMENTS!

We're waiting on the final One Bed fics to come in, but in the meantime, I wanted to make sure to get the exchange sign ups out for those ready for more!

In typical exchanges, there are certain things participants are discouraged from asking for. In particular: triggering content, ships other than MSR, and non-XF related content.

I realize these limitations can be annoying to individuals who enjoy this content, and I never want to exclude anyone from participating. So for the October/November exchanges, we will be focusing on THREE themes that allow the aforementioned tropes that are usually banned.

I would like to announce the following new exchanges (details on each to follow)!

The Darkfic Exchange (October 29th)

The Stella/Scully Exchange (November 5th)

The Slash Exchange (November 19th)

I know three might seem like a lot, but I presume people might not be as interested in doing all three of these since they're a bit niche theme-wise (but more power to you if you do). Also, unlike the other multiple-theme exchange announcements, these events will be on different dates

1) THE DARKFIC EXCHANGE

In most exchanges, any content that might be triggering is discouraged. However, I understand that exploring dark topics (writing or reading) can be very cathartic and I think it's a valuable tool for exploration. So for this exchange, think of any topics you've wanted to ask for, but second-guessed or thought it was "too dark." This is the time!

There are definitely different "shades" of darkfic, here are some examples: Character death, assault, torture, self-harm, infidelity, miscarriage, /other, breakup, sick fic, suicide, etc. Maybe there's a happy ending, maybe there's not -- it's up to you!

Before anyone judges and says "Why would anyone want to write/read ________," please understand this can be very therapeutic for individuals. At the end of the day, using these characters in fic can help us interpret our own lives.

With that being said, I still want to be sensitive to the fact these topics are triggering. Maybe you want to sign up and ask for X, but the thought of writing Y is very uncomfortable for you. Just let me know privately and I will ensure you don't get a prompt that is triggering.

I will also be sending the authors some information regarding writing triggering content in the welcome email. In regards to the community, on the exchange day everything will be posted with #XFDarkFic2022 and you can mute the tag to avoid any posts.

Details Darkfic Exchange

Exchange Date: October 29th

This is a five(ish) week writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k

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2) THE STELLA/SCULLY EXCHANGE

I knew I was going to have a slash exchange, and I know Stella/Scully is a very popular slash pairing but that some people might only want to write for TXF. As a result, I figured the S/S could have an exchange all their own!

I admittedly do not know much about this pairing, nor if the authors of the community are familiar with/have participated in exchanges before -- but please know that you are welcome here!

As the title suggest, this exchange is dedicated to all things Stella and Scully! I apologize that I don't know much about the conventions of the genre to add anything else, but I'm excited to see what y'all come up with!

Details Stella/Scully Exchange

Exchange Date: November 5thThis is a six(ish) week writing period

Word Minimum: 2k

The manip of Stella and Scully came from dawnofthewench on tumblr!

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3) THE SLASH EXCHANGE

In the past, people have expressed apprehension about getting a slash prompt that they didn't feel comfortable writing. It became a trend that if someone got a slash prompt, they'd drop out. As a result, usually I ask for MSR or gen only

NOT THIS TIME, BABY - HEAR ME LOUD AND QUEER, NOVEMBER 19TH WILL BE GAY. Mulder and Krycek, Scully and Reyes, Mulder and Skinner, Scully and Marita, Scully and Diana, Mulder and Flukeman -- is it queer? Then it's perfect.

I, Nicole, the admin, am obviously queer. This often (has put/)puts individuals in an awkward position of fearing they might come across as homophobic if they don't want to write a queer ship. I completely understand that is not the case.

Maybe you LOVE Mulder/Krycek but have no idea what you'd do if you had to write a WLW ship or vice versa. I understand that is a valid concern. In the sign up sheet, I have an area where you can mark if there's a certain type of ship you'd prefer not writing. Just lemme know.

Details Slash Exchange

Exchange Date: November 19th

This is a two(ish) month writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k

Link Here!

GENERAL

I am so excited to see what everyone comes up with! Again, these are three independent exchanges with nothing to do with one another. You can sign up for one, all three, none, whatever you feel like.

If you've never signed up before and/or are uncertain of the rules, I would advise that you read chapter one of this fic! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me!

Just some misc things about signing up:

- If you're not comfortable putting your address on this document, no problem. You just need to ensure that I have it.

- Some people have issues accessing the sign-up sheet on their phones. If you're having problems, I suggest trying it on your desktop. If nothing seems to be working, then just send me your info and I'll put it on the sheet.

- I know it can be tricky to think of prompts, and I totally don't mind at all if you have TBD in place of the prompt for a while, but please try to put something in there when you can -- even if you change your mind later. I just ask this because sometimes people are hesitant to sign up if they don't know what the prompts are. Again, please feel free to put TBD so that your info is confirmed and you're joined, just add the prompt when you think of it!

Thank you for reading the thread! If you've made it here and are just ready to sign up, here are all the links in one place!

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baeklination · 2 years

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WS: The Light of Night pt.2

Date: 220728

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, sucking, fucking, eating out, anal, voyeurism, exhib., bit of dirty talk, gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: Byun (Baekhyun) x F. Reader

WC: 7,4k

NOTE: Like the other two (The Light of Night pt.1 and the deleted scenes for pt.1) he's a bit heavy on the dom. Heads Up: last scene is a bit rough.

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Even though the sapphire earrings are your favourites, you still can’t look at them without getting an uneasy feeling in your gut, remembering the day you last wore them. Much like now you were getting ready for a party…

…It doesn’t matter that it’s been months since you parted ways with Dr. Byun - so often when you open any drawer in your dressing room you think about his gift, hidden furthest back in one of them. The chance encounter during your holiday had opened up a window that wouldn’t close once back to daily life so every time Andilet announced he was going on an overnight trip your heart would jump, longing to do what Byun had said: use the replica and think about him. You could hear his voice in your head, feel his touch and see him pleasing you in front of the mirror exactly like the first time. With so much craving and arousal you’d lay on the bed, touch every part of your naked body and roll your hips up to meet the pumping, imagining it was his cock. But without Byun to reassure you that indulging in your carnal desires was not only normal but good, a whisper of shame would always creep in after you made yourself come and you’d hide the replica, almost pretending nothing had happened.

But little by little a thought had begun to stew in your mind: “What if Andilet is like this too? That he wants things but he’s afraid to talk about them, what then?” Because he isn’t cruel or unlikeable - maybe a tad boring - but if he opened up… It would be your world where no one would judge you.

So, encouraged by the glass of champagne you had while dressing, you put your favourite earrings on for good luck and go to his rooms.

“Darling…”, he says when he sees you in the doorway, putting down his comb on the dresser table. “Absolutely ravishing..!”

It’s not a lie that he makes you smile; his compliments are always kind and true, the type you never got before meeting him, but you haven’t come to act coy. When you kneel in front of him he looks surprised, raising his brows; when you slide your hands up his thighs he grabs them.

“Darling..?”

“It’s okay, Andi. Let me”, you nod and reach for the trouser buttons. “You’ll-”

“What’s gotten into you?”, he gasps, rushing to his feet. “It’s bestial!”

Suddenly you’re so small where you sit on the floor against his tall figure, having your sexual advances and preferences thrown in your face.

“I thought you would like it if I tried…”

“What kind of a man would I be if I wanted you to degrade yourself like that?”

You can’t look him in the eye when he props you up, it’s unbearable. What for him is caring and gentlemanlike behaviour shames you - he’s glinted your true colours and found them disgusting.

“I don’t want you to behave so lecherously again, do you hear me?” Seeing the headlights from the car he clears his throat and pulls at his jacket. “The car’s here. Let’s… You must’ve had that champagne on an empty stomach, it’s alright darling. Let’s not talk about this again.”...

…So diamonds it is.

“Darling..?”, you hear him calling from outside.

Slipping your gloves on, gulping down the last bubbles in one go, you jokingly pose in the doorway. Andilet sighs in amusement, shaking his head.

“A mirage…”

“Have you seen Ms. Lowell?”

“Just look in the direction of the swarm”, Mrs. Dolan smirks, lazily gesturing up the staircase.

As soon as you turn away from her you grit your teeth.

“Sow…”

“Oh, don’t be crass”, Mr. Andilet implores.

“You know I’m right. Had she still been unmarried I would’ve been able to feel the sweat from her hands through my glove with all these bachelors around…”

“What would mother and father say if they heard you talking like this?”, he sighs and holds his arm out as you come to the stairs.

Linking your arm with his you shake your head, but the look in his eyes says this is one of the times he enjoys that “fiery nature” of yours so you give him a smile. When the grand hall comes into view you’re even less sympathetic to Mrs. Dolan’s words since there seems to be swarms everywhere - and why wouldn’t there be at an event like this - but scanning the room you see one particular spot where an impressive amount of ladies seems to have gathered and true enough recognize Laura’s bobbing head amongst them.

The closer you get the more intrigued you are by the source of the women’s constant giggles and gasping, wondering if they’ve invited one of those card magicians again.

“Laur-”

Your hand falls on her shoulder, but your eyes are fixed beyond her face, on the sofa - Dr. Byun. He turns towards you just as Laura embraces you, but makes no indication of you being a familiar face other than from previous travels. In fact, when he gets up his bright expression is aimed at Andilet, who seems equally surprised as you.

“Oh, fancy meeting you here, doctor..!”, he exclaims and takes his hand. “Have you taken up residence in town? Darling, you remember Doctor Byun?”

Laura can’t hide her curiosity when he takes you by the hand and places a kiss on it like a true gentleman, softly saying your name.

“Doctor. So, is it true what Mr. Andilet thinks?”

“Unfortunately not, Miss. I’m merely accompanying Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on their travels. I’m sure you know them?”

As custom dictates his attention shifts to Andilet and good thing it is, because the way your heart is beating you’re not focusing on anyone’s words. Swapping his ever beige wardrobe with the white tie tailcoat and classic side part, Byun looks decisively debonair - if his lips hadn’t seared through the silk of your glove you’d hardly know it was him.

“They seem to like you…”, you muse a tad sourly as Byun joins you at the grazing table.

“You already knew that. Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be?”

“Have you missed me?”

“Why would I?”

Cocking his head he rolls his tongue in his mouth:

“So you two are having fun these days..?”

The fork clinks against the plate when you lose your grip.

“You might not care about your standing here in town, but I care about mine, so please act accordingly.”

“Accordingly? You’re the one throwing cutlery about, Miss…”

His cheeky, taunting tone is utterly vexing - if the fork was still in your hand you might’ve jabbed it through his.

“You’re not here as our physician so it’s highly irregular for you to approach me so carelessly.”

Your words and tone are overly curt, but protecting yourself is a knee jerk reaction. Either way he doesn’t seem fazed as he takes a sip of his brandy.

“You know you turn me on when you talk like that… But sure, I’ll go.”

You know exactly what he’s doing, making sure to be facing your direction during his conversation, excusing himself when you catch his eye, making sure you see him walking up the stairs to the living quarters.

His eyes are fixed on the door - he knew you’d follow him. You’ve been alone with him so many times, yet your heart seems to beat out of your chest with nerves when you quietly close the door.

“I’m not doing it here.”

“You haven’t changed… Defiant. And afraid.”

Neither has he; irksome, but correct. When you come within reach he doesn’t kiss you first, but slides his hands down your backside and pushes you against his crotch, tipping his head to look you in the eyes.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I wasn’t going to. Nah-ah, it’s gonna be you and me, clocks facing the wall… So, has your relationship…evolved?”

“We’re not married, if that’s-”

“You know what I mean.”

His directness catches you off-guard the same as always but this time it’s different; he went on to have anyone he wanted while you…

“I… No.”

“He’s a fool”, Byun snorts. “Look…”

Opening the buttons on his trousers and pulling on the elastic of his underwear he straightens up his cock. Seeing him so proud of his voracity is a turn on and relief - someone who speaks the same language as you.

“You haven’t looked at my cock like that since the first night you saw it”, he whispers, touching your mouth. “You’re quivering. Do you want a taste..?”

You nod without a thought of playing hard to get and go to your knees when he shoves his clothes lower. Opening your mouth as he steers himself down you first feel the smooth, rounded head slide past your lips, then the hardened length of him stretching across your tongue. Catharsis. He puts one hand against the wall, the other on the side of your head and slowly thrusts.

“Mh, you’re so hungry…”, he whispers stickily, elated about being back.

He’s right. You’d let him fuck you until you choked, let him press his cock so deep you wouldn’t have to swallow when his cum sprayed down your throat - but he doesn’t. It’s too short, but long enough to leave no doubt about whether you’ll see him again or not and you’re not alone in regretting the end; after putting his trousers back on he presses his cock.

“When can you get away?”

Even though things were much more convenient with Doctor Byun living across the lawn, the risk of being caught in a compromising situation is greatly reduced by him having his living quarters some ways away and better yet; completely detached from the Wilson’s main residence.

Not even four breaths pass between your knocking and the turning of the locks to show Byun in a woven robe; pushing the door open, he lifts his arm for you to walk underneath.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a footman..?”, you say, taking off your coat.

He takes it, almost brusquely, and throws it on the settee behind you.

“Get your tail up to my bedroom and undress.”

He leaves no room for protest - this is what you’ve longed for.

There seems to be two personalities occupying the room; the owner's neat, up-to-date style and Doctor Byun’s messy, clothes-strewn-about one, but with his footsteps creaking on the stairs behind it’s not the time to get a closer look. Shimmying your clothes off you throw them to the side, matching the concept, and lie down on your side. When he comes into view his face isn’t what you notice. On the way up he’s opened the belt of his robe letting his naked skin show through the parting and with it, his cock. He nonchalantly shrugs it off his shoulders and gets on by the foot of the bed. Much like the first time he doesn’t say anything; crawling his way up, he raises your leg and bends down between them. His mouth is supple against your clit, but as he keeps sucking he, little by little, nudges the sensation closer to pain - you hold your breath, touch your breast - then he releases it. Watching you, he gives it a few soothing licks before burying his face.

“Mmm…shh, ah…” He groans wetly, savouring every centimeter of your pussy. “My candy store…”

Scarcely breathing, hand softly gripping the inside of your thigh, you watch him between your legs and allow yourself to be aroused by your own body.

Before you know it you’ve gone from barely moving to decisively keeping his head in place while bucking - fucking his mouth. He takes it with as much gluttony as the first time he was there, mumbling with a voice thick with lust.

“Fuck me…”, he encourages you. “Fuck me.”

His mouth is a godsend bringing you to seventh heaven even when he hardly has time to make the choice between licking, sucking and kissing; it’s all a glorious, bestial, mess. Putting his palm on your thigh he stays your movement and moves back, breathing darkly. He only stops for a moment then moves back in, flicking his pointed tongue across your entrance then dips it in and wiggles, ending with two lapping kisses.

Swiping the back of his hand across his mouth he does a semi job of wiping it dry as he climbs up, pulling you on top of him. Holding your head between his hands he goes straight in for the wet kiss, stating dominance as well as greed with his feral breathing. You’re not as sensitive as to move away anymore but instead find pleasure in the grime of everything mixing. Well aware, Byun lets go and slides his hands down your back to your butt, slightly spreading them; his length nudges just next to your entrance two-three times but then dips in.

“Oh…”, you stutter at the feel of his full cock squeezing in, making room for itself.

“You haven't been fucked good in a while…"

Smoothly as a pendulum he rounds his pelvis upwards, faintly sucking air through his teeth, exhaling with a breathy moan.

When his suspended, muted expression of lust becomes overwhelming you look above his head, but he moves his hands up to your waist and side of the neck, silently demanding you hold his gaze because - like he once said - “giving in isn’t about loud and hard, it’s about daring to enjoy”. Each slow thrust goes deeper than the previous giving away his heightening arousal and dispersing of his patience until he groans and starts clapclap-ing his cock into you; tightens his grip, juting his jaw, he fucks harder, forcing you to push back your body.

“Your pussy’s back where it belongs…”

As if now fully geared up he slides out and positions you to the side; slipping one arm around your neck, the other yanks you tightly against his crotch where he finds your entrance again. You moan and automatically lift your leg which he takes, holding as he energetically slides his cock in and out.

“You really like this big cock, don’t you?”, he drips into your neck and snaps his hips with a grunt. When you yelp he hushes you and thrusts again.“Take it…. Mh.”

Intentional or not, his punishing rams steadily lose force but gain speed - chasing. When he pulls your neck even closer his voice is low, strict:

“Do you want my cum?”

“...Yes…”

He digs into your thigh and groans, panting:

“Here…ah, chh……ahh…”, roughly thrusting to the beat of his grunts.

“Did you go with any of them from party?”

“Will you leave if I say yes?”

“No. I was just curious.”

“Oh, I know you can be a curious little cat”, he says, swatting your butt.

“I assume you mean-”

“Of course I mean your window peeping.”

“I remember you asking me to look.”

“And I remember you looking without me asking…”

“I was just getting something in my room and there you were.”

“Did you always like to watch?”

“No. I’ve never seen anyone before.”

“No..? Do you think you’d like it if you did, other than me, I mean?”

“I haven’t thought about it… It’s not as if I’d walk up to some strangers window and-”

“If they knew?” Seeing your state of confusion, he continues “Do you know The Aurora?”

“Green lights in the sky…”

He laughs and shifts his body, making room for his growing cock.

“No, the. It’s a club. People like me - like you - go there to, um…show off.”

“You’re playing with me…”

“We could be lying like this and no one would think twice about it. Over there”, he says, pointing to his desk “...a woman could be bent over, taking it from her man… Someone over there, touching herself.”

You don’t know if you can believe what he’s saying, but considering other things he knows it’s most likely true - and exhilarating in a way that goes beyond bedchamber fellatio; this, as he describes it, is truly debauched. When he puts his hand under your belly button you expect him to slide it down, but he instead puts you on the spot:

“Have you ever masturbated in front of a man?”

The word alone makes your skin prickle, how could you?

Rolling you over with his weight he pushes his mouth onto yours, licking your tongue as he puts his hand between your legs. He doesn’t rub or press, merely lets it rest there.

“Do it for me.”

When you fail to answer he lifts his head and faintly nods then goes to one of his closets and comes back with a handkerchief dangling between his fingers.

“Have you done it?”

“If you worked up the courage to ask, I'd do it…You do it when you’re alone, don’t you?” He smirks and gently ties it around your head. “So pretend I’m not here.”

How many times haven’t you fantasized about this; touching yourself in front of him, making his cock twitch with yearning when he sees how wet you’ve made yourself? “Pretend you’re back home”, you tell yourself. “...that you’re doing what you always do”, so you scoot back and lay down on the propped up pillows, hoping it’s only with a hair's breadth he can see between your folded legs.

Your nipples are already stiff when you run your hands over your breasts. It’s both scary and exciting knowing he’s not doing anything except watching, but the blindfold helps in relaxing you. Putting some saliva on your fingertip you then use it as you stroke your nipple - a low groan vibrates in Byun’s throat.

His approval encourages you; in slow-motion you spread your legs wide. Pressing your breast together, massaging them, you roll your pelvis, imagining what it would feel like if he pressed himself in. You slide both hands down and caress your thigh and the edge of your pussy, biting your lip while teasing yourself - teasing him - then move a finger to your entrance. You’re wet.

Knowing your indulgence turns him on, you promised yourself you’d be brave and say something dirty, so you moan stickily, lightly dipping two fingertips inside.

“I need a cock…”

Byun puts his hand on your ankle, stroking with his thumb.

“Mm, you need a good cock like mine…Push them in…”

You do what he asks, letting your fingers slowly sink in to be covered before you pump. Just like at home you press your head back and fall into the moment but this time you dare speak out loud.

“Oh…Byun…”, you whisper airily, revelling in the pleasure inside. “...Byun…”

The grip around your leg tightens when you say his name.

You spread your fingers, making sure he sees the strands of fluid on them before putting them to your clit; slowly sliding up and down, the indescribable stir makes your chest rise high. If you’d been alone you wouldn’t have stopped yourself from coming right now, but you pump in, gathering more juice, before continuing. Flicking back and forth just above your entrance creates a tacky sound - one Byun thrives on; sucking in air, groaning. You imagine him holding himself in a firm grip, unhurriedly pumping - coaxing more blood into his already stiff cock.

“Mmm, rub that pussy for me…”

His words control your fingers - moving to flick your soft clit you feel the tension in your body in an instant. Your mouth falls open with a whine.

The bed shifts, Byun’s fingers press into you.

“Ah!”

As his knuckles beat on your entrance you feel yourself drenching him inside. Frenziedly rubbing, letting the lustfully obscene dominate, you dig your heels in the mattress as your orgasm overflows-

“Good girl”, he breathes, pumping into your jerking body. “Good girl.”

When you relax back down he slides his wet fingers past your clit to cup your face.

“Perfect”, he says, then you feel his juicy lips over yours. “Mm, if you could see how hard I am.”

He takes your hand when you reach to pull the blindfold down and by the touch of his arm you can tell he’s sat down beside you. Playing with the hair in your neck he lets you - somewhat - catch your breath, then guides you head downwards. Not being able to see isn’t much of a hindrance since you have an inkling about where he’s leading you, and when you feel his cock against your lips you’re proven right.

Without hesitation you open up and let your mouth glide down. Whether it’s from his orgasm or new you don’t know but he has a distinct taste and smell of sweet semen.

“Ah… Here’s the cock you wanted…”, he says huskily, stroking your back. “Oh, that’s it…”

And it is the cock you wanted. Apart from the fleeting moment at the party the other night this is the first time you’ve had him - anyone - in your mouth in months so you’re ready to have your fill. He likes it when you take him as deep as you can, likes it when you with thirst focus on the head, but most of all he likes it when you drive your hand up and down, matching how you work your mouth. Drawing air through his teeth, he exhales, drooling:

“Mm, suck me good like that…”

He’s tight and so hard in your mouth from egging himself on and it shows in his unwillingness to pace neither you or himself - he lets you play at your own leisure, his breathing growing heavier every second until he puts his hand on your neck:

“There….uh….uh….agh-”

Your mouth fills with his warm cum, your ear with his grunt.

“Ahg…chh…swallow my cum, mh…”

“I knew you’d do something like this…”, Byun huffs when you get in the car.

His tone immediately makes you insecure. You throw a glance at the driver; he shows no interest in the conversation taking place behind him - but you know the staff always delivers the latest gossip down at the pub.

“Have a cigarette before we go, Mr. Finley.”

“Certainly, Doctor. I was just craving one”, he replies and steps out of the vehicle.

“This…”, Byun says, gesturing towards your body. “You put on such airs when you’re insecure.”

For once he’s managed to hurt your feelings. True, the fur-lined coat is armour and a bit excessive, but you did take pains deciding what to wear so he’d feel good walking in with you.

“What do you think my wardrobe contains; was I to show up in my undergarments?”

“Why not? We’re not going to the theatre. Are these…”, he grabs the pendant of your necklace in his hand. “Are these diamonds?...Take it off.”

“The neck-”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Mm.” Sliding his hand behind your neck, he sucks stickily on your lips, pushing your dress up. “You’re gonna show everyone who’s got the finest pussy in town…”

Piece by piece you undress until it really is everything except your coat, and like Byun said: in passing, no one will be able to tell the difference.

“Much better. You know I prefer the unpolished doxy underneath.”, he says, slipping his hand between the buttons and circles his thumb over your nipple. Then he takes your hand and firmly caresses up and down his bulge.

“See, you already got me there…”

Not only did you cross the bridge, but went further still, so not in a million years is this a place you would ever stumble across during a night on the town.

“Don’t worry about him”, Byun says as he sends the driver away, assuring you he won’t be carjacked or assaulted waiting for you. “He knows folks up the road.”

The alley doesn’t have any light except the traces from the nearby street, but he finds his way perfectly in spite of it. If it weren’t for him stopping you would’ve walked right past it; the black steel door where he knocks, a tiny slit opens and after that the whole door. At first glance it seems like any half successful dive, but…with ambiance. There’s a swinging door in black leather separating the hallway from the main area and when you reach it Byun stops, turning to you:

“It’s okay to be nervous, but don’t get scared and pretend you don’t like it. Remember, everyone here is like you and me.”

The instant he pushes the door open you’re greeted by a woman’s loud moans intermingled with an unmistakable clapping. Your eyes first land on the couple a few metres away where a man is immersed in cunnilingus, then on the source of the sound - on a dining table she lays, legs swung over his shoulders, rocking back and forth from his hard thrusting. There’s no point trying to hide the slight shock when you look at Byun but taking a breath, you nod, so he lets go of the door.

“Drink first?”, he asks, escorting you to the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Grand Cru, please.”

“Any white with fizz will do”, Byun interjects when the barman frowns in question “...and a whiskey, neat.”

He downs his drink in one go then reaches for the buttons of your coat. One by one he opens them and caresses your stomach with the back of his hand and an expression on his face that says he can’t wait to get started. “If he leads, you follow”, you think to yourself and swallow the remaining half of your wine in one mouthful. As you’d expect there aren’t any glaring beams - it’s all subdued, melting into the earthy browns and reds of the interior, save for a few spots with focused lights. Whether by accident or planning the space has a variety of seating options: sofas, armchairs, stools.

“Where do you wanna sit?”, he asks quietly, shoving the suspenders from his shoulders. “The dayb-”

“-aaah, ahh…”

Byun’s interrupted by the woman orgasming into the man's mouth; her tense body is something you recognize in yourself and though not pretty it stirs up your want for Byun even more. Deciding for you that the daybed is a good spot he takes you there and - barely paying the pair any mind - pulls his shirt over his head and trousers down.

All this novel hedonism leaves you at a loss about what to do, but when he sits down next to you and brushes your coat off you’re glad it’s being done.

“I’m gonna fuck you silly”, he whispers through his kiss, pulling your thigh open. He stays stroking it, but moves his head. “Don’t be shy to watch, they like it.”

He’s right. Even though she just climaxed, the woman is clearly enjoying being taken from behind, breathing in sync with her man clapping his crotch against her ass.

“Mmm… Look at that wet playground”, Byun says, spreading your folds.

He says it loudly enough for the couple just sitting down to hear - and indeed the man in the armchair looks on, petting the neck of the woman in front sucking his cock.

“I’m gonna show you off”, he whispers and pushes you to lay on your side and lifts your leg as he straddles the other.

Holding himself by the root he presses in. His engorged cock glides easily through your slippery juice; your longing pussy gratefully opens up for it. A soft moan - surprise at your own sensitivity towards him - slips out and leaves your mouth open as you look down. He barely goes halfway in before pulling out, then in - and out. He likes to see the moment you swallow him, likes to see the strands of juice sticking to the head of his cock when he comes back out. Today he’s being extra indecent guiding it to your swollen clit, rubbing before entirely pushing back into you.

Only his pelvis moves as he bucks back-and-forth, keeping your hip steady with his hand.

“Yeah, look at you…”, he drips, watching how his balls press up against you.

There’s a groan from the man in the chair; lavishing sweet words through hitching breaths he pumps the last bit, spurting out his cum around her open mouth. Although hearing it, Byun only sees you while his gaze becomes more fiery and his thrusting more uninhibited.

“Uh…Uh… Uh…Agh-” Gripping tightly under your knee, he stops, exhaling with a trembling bottom lip. “Not yet…ah…”

Brushing the hair from his face he takes a deep breath and glides out with a grimace, slides his hand tightly around his cock, then with a groan pushes it back in and lets it stay while the urgency subsides.

“I told you no one would think twice, didn’t I?”, Byun coos, languidly kissing behind your ear.

Something catches his eye and he looks up, seemingly following someone’s movement, and raises his brows in the faintest recognition of something.

“Come with me, I want you to see something.”

When you’ve almost passed through a narrow corridor Byun stops, leaning against the wall. When the corner of the room comes into view you understand why; on a mattress lies a man with a woman riding him - over his face another one, moaning while he strokes her cheeks (and presumably something else).

Not far from you another couple watches them as well, but soon nod and smile at Byun and go further into the room.

“Do you know them?”, you mumble as you start following.

“So, so… I see them around.”

They sit down in a lounge chair; her on top - and you lie down a few metres away; him behind. When the man spreads saliva around her anal you realise where they’re going.

“Isn’t it too dirty?”, you whisper to Byun.

“It’s not dirty. It’s filthy”, he whispers back, pushing his cock against your butt. “It’s tight and filthy. Like you.”

The holes are so close together that there’s barely any difference in positioning but worlds apart in decency - or rather indecency. The head of his cock disappears so easily and with a few slow rolls of his pelvis his entire length is squeezed in and goes in and out with familiarity as he watches her moaning, touching her breasts.

“See how she takes it..?”, Byun whispers, caressing your neck with his lips.

Undoubtedly, your interest is piqued, but you’re nowhere near interested enough to try it in front of all these people. Sensing your skepticism he lowers his voice even further:

“Even though I’d love to break you in in front of these people I don’t mean now. We’re just enjoying their show.”

“Good. But I’m not a horse, don’t talk about me like that.”

“I won’t talk at all…”, he says and starts feeling for your entrance.

Finding it, he pushes in but only rolls twice before stopping, content with being lodged inside, stroking your breast.

“Let’s just tease it…”, he whispers, pressing just a bit deeper.

But as the show picks up pace - when he spanks her, spreads her cheeks and she drips with desire at being fucked like that - Byun moves to. It’s still teasing, but he can’t help slowly sliding his cock in and out, breathing soft moans into your neck. Feeling his thigh under your hand, skin against your back, his hand delicately cupping your breast as you languidly roll in sync, his thrusting is the torturing opposite - what you crave from him is the same ferocity as the couple in front.

“You want it there? Right there?”, the man asks so lewdly as he pounds hard and she repeatedly whines “yes”.

The tremble in his voice hints at what’s in store - you grip Byun’s leg tighter and watch the man wail in sweet agony as he frantically snaps into her as he comes. His semen immediately runs when he slides out but he stops it an inch down. At first you think it’s to avoid a mess, but then he guides his fingers upwards and presses it back in - using it as lubrication he fucks her hole with his fingers, mumbling something, maybe “come for me”.

It’s enough for Byun, who rolls you over on your stomach and hugs your arms to your chest, pushing your legs apart with his own. Finally, he puts his back into it and forcefully smacks his hips against you, moaning over the sounds of colliding sweat.

“Let me fuck you like that next time”, he pants behind your ear.

“Ah…yes…”

He’s so stiff you feel every bit of him poking, stroking, stretching as he pushes his forehead into the back of your head.

“On your knees”, he pants, scarcely giving you time to move; pulling you up by the hips, he shoves his cock back in and continues - faster. “Uh!”

His groan is so loud everyone must’ve taken notice. It doesn’t matter that his savage ramming is bruising or that it makes you jerk back-and-forth in an undomesticated manner - being the center of his boundless carnal desire and big cock is all you care about.

“I’m gonna fill you up good…mh…”

His fingers dig deeper.

The thrusts get shorter.

And shorter.

“Ahh...U-hh..U-hh……mm, yeah that’s it…”, he grunts foully, rolling his crotch against your pussy. “Take my cum…”

Humming with contentment he strokes your cheeks as he sways back and forth. When he pulls out he asks you to lay on your back - displayed for anyone who wants a look.

Putting his hands lower on your cheeks than you’re used to he slides his thumbs inward and pulls ever so slightly before covering your anal with his kiss. He purrs with delight when you gasp, letting his tongue glide with his lips then points it and swipes. It's different, but so good - his cum pushes out when your muscles clench.

“You got all of that but need more”, he says, putting his arm around your thigh to spread your folds. His gaze is piercing and full of eros when he puts his wet mouth around your clit. Barely using any pressure he lets them slide off the slippery surface, then gently caresses with his tongue. “You’re so swollen…Insatiable…”

His words and actions embarrass you just enough to make you feel ‘indecent but too intoxicated by pleasure to stop’. Hidden away in this dungeon you like how the others watch as they pump themselves or fuck, being turned on by your performance.

“Mmm, how’d you get like this…”, he teases as he runs his fingers alongside your clit, placing sucking kisses just underneath.

Bringing your hand to your breasts, letting the nipples peek out through your fingers you stroke and moan to him:

“Lick me, Byun…”

It makes him groan with satisfaction and move his tongue to your entrance where he licks, unafraid to taste his own cum, before pushing two fingers in - not pumping - just making small circles with them. It stirs up a deeper dimension of pleasure, one enhanced by the soft press of his hand just underneath and is crowned when he flicks his tongue over your clit again - this time accompanied by his fingers brushing up top. His sensitivity to your oncoming orgasm is extraordinary; the choppier you breathe - the hotter he breathes out; the more tense you get - the wilder he becomes. Pumping his hand, flicking his fingers, his dripping, rubbing tongue tells you to come for him.

You look him straight in the eye when he pushes you over the edge - it’s an ugly thing, how you whine inside your closed mouth, how you push his head closer to your jerking body when he sucks on your aching clit.

Even when you relax - exhausted - you still want him. Spreading your folds you roll your hips so he licks along your clit.

“Ah…”

He comes up with a satisfied smile and envelops your lips with his, sucking softly but passionately. His scalp is damp under your fingertips and his body warm. You feel for his arm and guide it back between your legs.

“Mm…insatiable…”, he mumbles, leisurely moving in and out.

It’d been on your mind - bordering on monomania - ever since you and Andilet had a chance meeting with Byun at the department store last week. Letting one another have a peek in the other’s bags, as one does, Andilet had remarked on Byun’s bottle of oil who gave the explanation that it’s for the homemade ointments and balms he makes for his patrons - plausible. But as you were leaving he brushed your elbow.

“It’s for you.”

“Hm? You want me to fuck this filthy little hole?” , he asks, massaging oil around it.

You have true nerves, but a stronger will to get over it, to be able to enjoy the way you saw the woman at The Aurora do and Byun’s reassurances and caresses on your thighs help in getting you to relax. He drizzles a generous amount of oil on his length and spreads it out with a firm grip. The oil makes him glossy and juicy so when he steers it down and puts the head of his cock against your anal you’re eager to get started.

When he begins pressing in you wonder if it’ll be possible, but when you feel your muscles opening up to his rich lubrication and painstaking nudges back and forth you know it will. When his balls at last press against you he brings his hands to your thighs with a low moan - the way he intently focuses on watching his cock go in and out somehow makes you feel bashful.

“Don’t be ashamed…”, he says and slides his hands to your waist ”Ah…I’m dirty too.”

When you touch his wrist he lays down on his arms, teasing his lips over yours:

“You like being taken in the ass…” His abdomen presses down with the rolling of his body “...sucking me in so good.”

His glutes are taut and firm when your fingers dig in to show him he’s right; an act that makes him hungrily push his hot mouth against yours and thrust faster.

His continuous sticky groans are what some would call unseemly; the way he loosely holds your hair and presses out long, deep “uuuuh”-s into your ear while energetically bucking.

“Mm, this tight hole has been waiting for a big cock…”, he whispers lewdly. “chh…I’m gonna shower it well…ah…ah…”

Sliding one hand under your cheek he slightly raises it and buries his head in your neck. He only speaks in grunts and breaths, pressing his forehead harder the harder he exhales - then gasps, digging into your cheek.

“Aagh…agh, agh…uh, that’s it, that’s it…ah….”, he groans and stutters, smacking his groin against your ass, then pushes your shoulders down and his cock even deeper. He gathers your hair in his hand, forcing you to look at him; covered in sweat and dark tresses dangling around his face, the dim light makes him a true - panting - Adonis. Even though the stimulation makes his stomach twitch he prolongs the come down, breathing into your mouth; he thrusts, and slides back as he relaxes, thrusts, and slides back…

“Let me guess. Your heart’s racing?”, Byun asks cheekily when you put his stethoscope to your chest.

“Actually, Doctor… I can’t hear a thing. Guess I really am heartless.”

“Oh, you’re not that bad, darling.”

His jape puts you off in an instant.

“You shouldn’t make jokes, he’s a far better man than you.”

“Then why aren’t you in his bed?”

Without thinking you hurl the stethoscope at him. He’s quick enough to catch, but you can tell it hurts when the bell hits his elbow - there’s tremendous anger in his eyes when he flings it to the side. Your throat closes, your hands tremble.

“Oh, you’ve got me figured wrong if you think your pretty looks gets you off the hook…”, he warns cooly.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Get over here.”

Like a bolt from the sky his instruction makes it beat between your legs and seeing how his cock wakes up you’re not frightened any longer, only drenched in nerves. He briskly gets up and guides you by a firm grip around your arm and when you sit down on the bed he gets back as well; not saying anything he kneels in front of you. At eye-level and saturated in dominance his cock makes too a compellingly lustful case to deny - placing one hand on his hip, the other around the root, you take him in your mouth. Understanding the play you look up at him with eyes full of atonement, making sure to take him as deep as you can, feeling him grow harder as you do. His eyes stay dark as slate but his jaw is tense with enjoyment, and when you start sucking harder and pumping he lets out a husky breath. As if you can’t get enough - you can’t get enough - you unintentionally moan all throughout; pressing your lips tight, letting them slide off the head over and over, pumping, then sliding deep down again…

“Yeah, you get it. That mouth of yours isn’t meant for talking - it’s there to suck my cock”, he says and gathers your hair loosely behind your head, away from your face. “Keep sucking that cock good…”

How can his words make you squirm and flutter at the same time? You want to prove that you’re not putty in his hands - you want to do what he tells you to in whatever way he tells it. His breathing becomes so hard you can hear the saliva on his tongue when he inhales and it doesn’t take long before he pulls away with a husky sigh.

“Open up.”

When you do, he presses his balls against your mouth, so you close around it, softly dragging your lips across the one, then the other while he grunts from the delicate pleasure, not taking his eyes off of you while he pumps the top of his length.

“Now lean back.”

When you do, supported by his propped up pillows, he takes your hands and folds them around the metal bar of the headboard and spreads your thighs wide, admiring the state of your pussy. Sucking him has made you so wet he doesn’t have to nudge, but directly presses his entire length in without any resistance; closing his hands around the bar just next to yours, he starts thrusting:

“I’m gonna have to pound that unruly attitude out of you…”

And how he means it. Not sacrificing either speed or power he ferociously bounces in and out. His forceful energy makes his rough handling feel like you’re stripped of all control and releases a wantonness unlike previous times. If you had the courage you’d say those nasty things he does, tell him “fuck me” until you ran out of breath. But it’s not only that - the impact of his shaft sends vibrations from your entrance downwards, like a secret pleasure amidst his lesson.

“Yeah, you like being punished…”, he growls above your face. “...like being fucked hard…. mmm, like this…”

Saliva from his laboured breathing lands on your neck.

His hands clamp down hard over yours.

His body goes tense, trembling…then:

“Agh!…Agh…Agh…”, a roaring groan as he comes, rolling so ferally he almost lifts your hips while releasing his cum. Letting go of your hands, he hugs you tightly and slams his pelvis deep, making sure to empty himself of every last drop.

His heart is beating so hard against your chest it could be your own. You know exactly how he feels; burning up but too exhausted to move, so he stays hugging you, grunting while your stomachs press close trying to breathe. You swallow hard.

“Don’t you have a fan?...And water?”

He groans into your shoulder meaning “yes”, then lazily points.

“But you did me so good the room might flood if I pull out…”

“Oh, shoot..!”

“Hey, hey, hey..! Where are you off to?”, Byun asks when you start getting dressed.

“Andi-... I have to get back.”

When he gets off the bed you already have a script to stop him from convincing you to stay, but he doesn’t; grabbing his robe, he leaves the room - leaving you to wonder if your sudden departure has set him off.

When he comes back he waits by the doorway, obviously not upset.

“Mr. Finley will take you. He’s discreet.”

“So all I have to do is make sure no one sees my hair or makeup…or body…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit sore.”

“If you're still sore in a few days you ought to see a doctor”, he smiles, closing your dress at the back.

“Is that so..?”

“M-hm...” His kiss is wet and slow, like inhaling. “I hear there’s an excellent one in the area…”

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#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #BBH-NET

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catierambles · 1 year

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Lunar Calling Ch.2

Pairing: Clark Kent x Samantha Graves (Werewolf!OFC)

WC 1334

Warnings: None but Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme

still only tagging the gen people, I don't have a story specific list going for this one yet.

Clark wasn’t able to return the bowl until the next night after he got home from work, walking the short distance down the hall and knocking on her door. It opened a moment later and she gave him a small smile, taking the bowl from him as he handed it to her.

“How was it?” She asked.

“Absolutely incredible.” He said and her smile widened just a touch. An equally amazing smell was coming from the apartment and he breathed in deeply. “What is that smell?”

“Beef stew and fresh baked mini loaves of bread.” She explained and his eyes widened a bit. “Would you like some?”

“I have not eaten all day, but only if you don’t mind sharing.” He said and she gave a small laugh.

“Come on in.” She said and stepped aside to let him into the apartment. He looked around a bit as he stepped inside, seeing the worn leather furniture and hearing her close the door behind him but not lock it.

“Do you often let guys you just met into your place for dinner?” He asked, turning to her and she snorted.

“No, I don’t.” Sam said, “But I consider myself an excellent judge of character and something tells me you’re one of the good ones, so I’m not worried. Have a seat, it’s almost finished based on the smell.” Going over to the couch, he sat down and was almost swallowed by the cushions, sinking down into the soft leather. “Yeah, I should have warned you. My couch likes to eat people.”

“Getting up again is going to be an adventure.” He said and she laughed, making him smile.

“I’ll give you a hand if you need it.” She said and he watched as she took the lid off the large pot, steam billowing up from the contents and she gave it a stir with a long wooden spoon. Giving a nod, she turned off the burner and got a couple of deep bowls from the cabinet, ladling stew into them and wrapping a few small loaves of dark bread that were resting on the counter in paper towels. She gave him his first and he scooted with some difficulty to the edge of the couch as she set the bowl down on the coffee table along with the bread and a spoon. “Let me know if you want butter.”

“You make that yourself, too?” He asked and she snorted.

“No, that I bought from the store.” She said and came back with her own bowl, sitting on the edge of a chair that matched the couch. Picking up the bowl, Clark stirred the contents around with the spoon, seeing the rich, dark broth with hearty cuts of beef, rough-cut carrots, potatoes, and celery. Scooping a spoonful, his eyes closed as he took a bite and she snorted again.

“Oh my god.” He said around the mouthful and caught her smile. “How do you cook so well?”

“My mom taught me.” She said with a shrug, “And I grew up in the mountains a few hours north of here so I’m used to cooking heavy foods that fill you up.”

“And the big family thing?”

“Lots of brothers and sisters, as well as Aunts and Uncles. We all kind of lived in the same area and were close.”

“Were?” He asked, taking another mouthful of stew.

“You have to be at least a level 10 friend to unpack that baggage, and you’re currently at a level 2 and that’s being generous.” Sam said and he snorted.

“Fair enough.” Clark said and ripped a piece off the small loaf of bread, the bread itself dark. Following her example, he dipped it into the stew and took a bite, the rich flavor of the bread mixing with the stew and making him almost moan. He must have made a face because she laughed again. “Shut up, this is really good.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She said.

“What made you move to the city?” Clark asked.

“Needed a change of scenery.” She said simply, “What about you? You don’t strike me as a city fella.”

“Because I’m not.” Clark said, “Grew up on a farm in Kansas. Got my journalism degree from KSU and moved here to become a reporter for The Daily Planet.”

“How’s that working out for you?” She asked and he shrugged.

“It’s work.” He said, “What do you do?”

“Tech job.” She said, “I work from home so it gives me a lot of freedom.”

“Like Geek Squad?”

“More software than hardware.” She said and he nodded.

“How’s your boyfriend going to feel about you inviting strange guys over for dinner?” Clark asked and she snorted.

“If I had one, he probably wouldn’t like it too much.” She said and he logged that information away. “Your girlfriend going to get uppity about you getting fed by your female neighbor?”

“If I had one, probably.” Clark said and she gave a crooked smile into her bowl, but it faded quickly and a small furrow creased her brow briefly. She was wearing a baggy hoodie again and sweatpants, but when he focused his vision, he saw her slight, muscular frame, albeit in an anatomical sense. There was deep scarring high on her chest in the hollow of her shoulder that colored the muscle itself, her collarbone carrying the signs of healing from a nasty break, and he knew that whatever had caused it had probably been extremely painful and highly traumatic. Relaxing his eyes, he looked away from her and back to his own bowl, taking another bite of stew and bread. They talked while they ate, getting to know each other and when his bowl was empty, he put it on the coffee table and laid back against the couch, his hands on his stomach.

“Full?” She asked and he nodded with a sound.

“That was very good.”

“Well, there’s plenty of leftovers if you want to take some for lunch tomorrow or something.” She said and he nodded. “Tomorrow night is taco Tuesdays and I am making bison tacos in the carne asada style if you would like to join me for that as well.”

“Bison tacos.” Clark said and she nodded. “Let me guess, you marinate it yourself.”

“Sure do, I’ll be preparing it tomorrow morning and it’ll sit in the fridge for 12 hours until tomorrow evening.” Sam said and he blinked at her. “What.”

“Do you feed anyone else in this building?” He asked.

“I used to feed the last person who lived in the apartment you’re in now, but then he got married and his wife thought I was making her look bad so she moved them out of there.”

“Anyone else?”

“No.” She said, shaking her head slightly. “I mainly keep to myself.”

“Well, I highly appreciate it. Couldn’t tell you the last time I had a good home-cooked meal. I usually don’t have time to cook.” Clark said.

“Like I said, I always end up making too much.” Sam said, “And to be honest, I’m used to feeding people so not sharing always felt a little off.”

“Just means you’re a good person.”

“Or a massive weirdo.” She said with a small smile and he snorted.

“Definitely not that.”

“You want to take some stew with you?”

“Kicking me out already?” He asked with a small smile and she snorted.

“I don’t mind the company, I just didn’t want to impose.”

“What’s for dessert?” He asked and she laughed.

“Sorry, I’m not a big sweets person, so you’re going to have to go without.” Sam said and he gave a mock-suffering sigh making her laugh again. He liked her laugh, he decided, it was open and genuine, and he liked that he could make her laugh. Okay, he was getting a bit of a crush on his new neighbor. Guess the old adage “the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” held true for him.

#henry cavill #clark kent #lunar calling #my writing

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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mbrainspaz · 1 year

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My gran criticizing me for ‘judging people too much’ has really stuck with me so I was thinking about that the other day when some new clients walked into the barn. They were immediately very jovial and friendly but I was put off by the man’s tacky thin blue line american flag t-shirt. I’ll admit that was the reason my initial reception was a little frosty. I immediately classified him as a cop and therefore a person not to be associated with if at all possible. But here’s the thing— as I made more observations that judgement changed. On our next interaction I noticed that he was still excessively friendly and that he had three diamond earrings in his left ear. The earrings threw me off because those said there was a punk spirit in there somewhere. The guy was gen x bordering on boomer. They don’t just wear three earrings in an ear. So at that point I’m like “okay? there is something else afoot. Sussy. 👀.” Then today I end up chatting with them and I find out it’s his dad who was military and a cop and he’s actually an artist and a hobbyist handyman who likes cosplay?! And my assessment of him shifts accordingly! He even asked about my comic and we chatted about the evils of Adobe. I like this guy! I mean the excessive friendliness is still a red flag re- I must very sternly hold him at arms length but that’s fairly standard practice with older men.

Yes, I am quick to judge people. I’m just as quick to adapt when presented with new information.

#pre judging people #things gran says #personal problems #life of a texan peasant #things that happened

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thelivingmemegod · 1 year

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Rank the starters

Gen 1

Squirtle line: 10/10 would recommend, had one and I loved my blastoise dearly

Charmmander line: 6/10 overrated

Bulbasaur line: the chunky baby to big boy pipeline I give many kisses 10/10

Gen 2

Chickorita line: 5/10 little weird but it’s got spirit

Cyndaquil line: 10/10 they’ve got an awkward teen phase and I’m a little biased because I thought a typhlosion was a real weather pattern

Totodile line: 10/10 just a little bitey guy and I love all their names, exceptionally fun name scheme

Gen 3

I’ve really got the least experience with these ones. Don’t know why I’ve just seen em the least.

Mudkip line: 10/10 A derp. A real derp and it’s always a derp

Torchic line: 8/10 Fighting fire chicken. Cool (though I do not like Combusken at all-)

Treecko line: 3/10 I get what it’s going for but I…don’t really like how they executed it.

Gen 4

Thanks to the rereleases I actually played this one!

Chimchar line: 100/10 no I’m not biased cuz he was my starter leave me alone-

Turtwig line: 10/10 love the idea and execution behind these guys!

Piplup line: 4/10 I love the actual first form but the other two I really don’t-

Gen 5

I remember these guys unreasonably well, I guess I watched a decent amount of this season to remember it.

Snivy line: 4/10 like the actual first two designs, don’t like the third. The general personality of this line I don’t like. Little grass twerp is judging me-

Tepig line: 10/10 Chunky to WWE pipeline, also Emboar is fun to say and I like it’s tag teaming with the anteater thing against the metal ants. I like those kinds of prey predator relationships in Pokémon

Oshawott line: 3/10, like Oshawott, don’t like the other two that much. It does get another point for the name reminding me of osha though.

Gen 6

Played these games too!

Fennekin line: 8/10 despite my bias cuz it was my starter I really hate how delphox looks. I wish it quadrupedal. If I were to replay X I’d see if I can find and everstone and just keep Braxian

Chespin line: 1/10 I don’t like where he goes at all I wish he’d just stayed a little guy

Froakie line: 10/10 Cute little guy to edgy ninja pipeline!

Gen 7

Played em!

Litten line: 8/10 same issues as the Fennekin line, would’ve much rather stopped at the quadrupedal stage two Torracat. Plus I really like the name Torracat

Rowlet line: 10/10 Cool line! Starts squishy and ends mysteriously!

Popplio line: 4/10? I’m kinda neutral on this whole line-

Gen 8

We all know why I didn’t play this mess, this isn’t gonna be pretty

Grookey line: 2/10 I don’t hate Grookey or Rillaboom but like. Rillaboom seems like the type of Pokémon a gay kid has before he realizes he’s gay because it’s just a gymbro

Scorbunny line: 5/10 mehs all around

Sobble line: 5/10 M e h

Gen 9

The newest one-

Sprigatito line: 3/10 it starts cute then what the fuck. LET THE DAMN CATS BE QUADRUPEDAL

Furcoco line: 2/10 I’m not into the concepts or the execution of these little guys

Quaxly line: 1/10 what the hell happened to its color scheme and why it’s legs suddenly get so thick-

#sky rambles #sky talks Pokémon

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wrenthemoralfander · 1 year

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Technical Film Break

Part Three of Saved by the one who kills

Part Two:

(Cinematrone)Zarina Kassir x The Skull Merchant

Note: I do not hate Yun-Jin Lee. I actually really like her, and some of her perks. But based on personality I am writing her to be snobby and cruel. I may not write her like this in the future. Also I’m writing Hex: Devour Hope based off my personal experience with it in game.

Zarina is in a bad trial with Ghostface. Danny Olsen decides to cheat and Mori Zarina but she is saved from being killed by a very pissed off figure.

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Goddamit.

Ghostface was an absolute pain. Especially on maps like The Temple of Purgation.

Having Bamboozle was bad. Having A Nurse’s Calling is also bad.

But Thrilling Tremors were the worst.

Zarina couldn’t get anything done with thrilling tremors.

Yun-Jin Lee wasn’t helping. Meg had been sacrificed and Jane was on death hook. Zarina had been on first hook. Yun-Jin hadn’t been on any.

She and Yun-Jin Lee were working on a gen when suddenly they heard a scream.

Fuck.

Jane was downed. Zarina went to go check but Yun-Jin scoffed, pulling Zarina back.

“Leave her. Besides you don’t want to end up like Jane. She did the same thing with Meg and now, she’s dead. Just try to focus on the Gen.”

Zarina glared. She had For The People and could help. “I don’t see you volunteering to help.”

“I don’t waste my time on people who are just gonna die.” She said.

Zarina had enough. Yun-Jin had done nothing but made fun of Meg for technician, had purposely messed up gens on purpose, led the killer to Jane, and had made fun of Nea for not showing up last trial.

She even told Zarina that Meg and Jane deserve their fates.

“And I…” she said, pausing for a moment before looking at Yun-Jin, before blowing up the Gen, “…don’t waste my time on people who don’t think of anyone but themselves.”

Yun-Jin scoffed “It’s natural.”

“No. It’s you being an ass hat. Not to mention, you lead the killer to Jane, you made fun of Meg for taking a perk that benefited her. And you know, it’s one thing to insult me, and it’s another to insult someone who isn’t even here. You’re arrogant, you’re self-centered and you really can’t get it in your head that the world doesn’t revolve around you!” She screamed. Zarina glared at her. “Instead of judging us, how about you take a look at yourself instead of acting like a child?! I mean maybe then if you saw how shitty of a person you are, you could put yourself in our shoes.”

Yun Jin looked at her, and just started laughing.“Zarina. You’re hilarious.” She then grabbed Zarina’s chin.

“I think it’s you who is acting like a child. Yelling at me because I did what I needed to. You’re so cute…but you need to understand I do what I do to survive. If it means sacrificing a few people, I’ll do it. Now, I understand that you want to help others but helping others get you killed. If you could put yourself in my shoes and focus on yourself, it would do you some good. Selfishness isn’t always bad.”

She smiled, “The attitude isn’t necessary. Keep it up, and you’ll be left behind.” She said, and then kicked her. Zarina fell to the ground as Yun-Jin left.

Zarina got up and went back to working on the generator. She finished it before she heard a scream. Shit. She ran to see Yun-Jin put on a hook.

Zarina was going to get her but then thought about what the co-producer said. ‘…focus on yourself, it would do some good.’

She couldn’t. But she should.

Yun-Jin literally kicked her to the ground. Not to mention, she basically treated Zarina’s words like a joke. She decided against it. She wasn’t like Yun-Jin and certainly wouldn’t stoop to her level.

Using Urban Evasion, she snuck over and rescued her.

“I thought about what you said. And yet despite that, I chose to save you. You’re welcome.” Zarina said, annoyed.

She left to go find another generator. Yun-Jin followed. Zarina found another generator and began working; she worked on the Generator and used Potential Energy.

“…you had that the whole time?” She asked.

“Yeah. Didn’t really need it.” Zarina said. With how quick Jane and Meg worked on it, she saw no reason for using it. “Besides, if I don’t focus on things beneficial to survival, how could I call yourself a survivor.” Zarina said.

It almost felt like she was mocking her. Yun-Jin sighed.

They were almost done when suddenly Ghostface appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed Yun-Jin off the generators, before downing Zarina, as the entity blocked the generator.

Shit. He must’ve marked her.

Thank fuck she had Unbreakable and managed to get up. The reason she wasn’t able to get up before was because immediately as she was downed, Ghostface picked her up and put her on the hook.

She snuck around and waited for either the scream of her teammate or for Ghostface to come back. She heard the scream and decided to wait, as going immediately is what got Meg sacrificed.

“Zarina~.” Ghostface called. As he went back to the spot where she had been downed. “Dammit where the fuck did she go?” He muttered.

She ran.

She ran to Yun-Jin and got her off the hook. Yun-Jin glared at her. “Why’d you take so long?”

“I didn’t wanna make the same mistake.”

“You could’ve snuck around.” She said. She could’ve but she wasn’t risking it.

Yun-Jin left to go heal herself. She was going to get her self killed.

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Dammit.

Yun-Jin had been moried and she had been downed. The hatch had been closed and she was halfway dead from bleeding out.

“Gotta say, you, Zarina, are quite a handful.” He said, taunting her.

“You had Hex: Devour Hope didn’t you?” She asked, to which he chuckled, kneeling down to meet her face. “At least you tried to be Altruistic. At least you made the game more fun. Well… For me at least.”

He didn’t answer her question.

“What are you playing at, Ghostface?” She asked. He shook his head before grabbing her by the collar, and then leaning over.

“The name’s Danny Johnson. Danny Jed Olsen Johnson. You best remember it.” He whispered.

He then proceeded to mori her. Stabbing her in the back, she screamed in agony from the pain. Danny pulled out a camera, and set it for selfie mode, before grabbing her hair and pulled her hair back so she was looking at the camera. “Smile~” he said as the camera flashed, taking the photo. Blood poured out of her mouth as the photo was being taken.

“Hmm… this has to be one of my best works yet. Ever since well… Ever since I moried Morel for the first time.”

“Who knows?” He said, before he hissed in Zarina’s ear.

“I might just play with you more often. You and Morel? You both might just be my favorites.”

He grasped the knife and was about to pull it out, when he looked up, and noticed a drone.

“What?” He didn’t have time to look around as he was promptly stabbed in the eye. He was thrown off Zarina, as he screamed.

“Você está bem, anjo?” A voice said. Zarina couldn’t tell who just stopped her from dying but she could tell it wasn’t a survivor.

“It hurts…” she muttered quietly. The figure looked at her.

“Eu Sei, Eu Sei…” (I know, I know…) The voice said gently. Ghostface started to get up, and the voice turned sour as the figure looked his way. “Wait here.”

“What the fuck?! You son of a bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? And why do you stab me in the eye, Imai?”

“I can do worse.” The voice hissed. “Did you really thought you could get away with that? You don’t just get to cheat, and expect me not to react negatively? I understand this is a trial, but technically the entity made her my object of obsession. Not yours. Mine… and that means,” The voice paused before pointing at Zarina, “Ela é minha.”

What did she say? Zarina couldn’t tell anymore. She was getting close to being dead.

“Danny, we both know you don’t have Hex: Devour Hope. You have one of the Mori offerings. But It’s not Ebony.” The figure grabbed Danny and pulled him close.

“If you ever Try a stunt like that again, and cheat just to kill my object of obsession… you’ll be wishing I had cut you up into little pieces and made you stew for The Hag and The Cannibal.” The figure said before throwing him to the ground.

The figure held Zarina and realized there wasn’t much time, she was seconds from death. Zarina Kassir, couldn’t be saved. “It’s okay, anjo… you can close your eyes.” The voice said. “You’re tired, exhausted, and you’ve done all you could. You can sleep. It’s alright.”

Zarina couldn’t help herself. A gentle voice was telling her she could rest? What kind of cruel trick was the entity trying to pull on her? But… strangely, it didn’t feel like a trick.

Zarina got one glimpse at the mask. It was silver and it was shiny before she closed her eyes and her hand became limp.

The figure put Zarina down, and walked away.

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“What the fuck happened?” Jake asked. “I mean… are the killers always that protective?”

Zarina stretched as she awoke. The chatter around the campfire grew silent. “Zarina. Hey. How did you sleep?”

Sleep was rare in the entity’s realm, but if you bleed out during the trials, there was a slight chance you could remember the trial as a dream.

“I had a crazy dream. I was getting moried by… Ghostface? I think it was him… and then someone saved me. They pulled him off me and stabbed him in the eye, and yelled at him. Then they held me told me I could close my eyes.” Zarina said, rubbing the pseudo sleep from her eyes. “It felt so real.” She said.

“Wow. That must’ve been scary.” Quentin spoke, looking at her. He understood that while it did happen, the entity didn’t want her to remember it being real.

“That sounds like quite the dream.” Meg said.

“Yeah. But why did she attack him?” Jane asked.

“I think… apparently he was cheating… he didn’t have Hex: Devour Hope, and he didn’t have the Ebony Mori card.”

“Do you remember anything about them?” Jake asked.

“Not much but they did had a shiny silver mask covering the majority of their face. The mask was shiny… Like it had gems on it.”

Renato and Thalita, the new survivors, looked at Zarina, before they looked at Meg.

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Next trial was with the Skull merchant. Yun-Jin, Renato, Jill and Zarina were all in the trial.

Zarina was working on a generator when she saw Yun-Jin getting tunneled, the killer ignoring all the others. She decided to use For The People. She went to get Yun-Jin up but was stopped when two blades met her throat.

“Don’t.” A voice said. That voice matched the same voice in her dream. The Skull Merchant. “I mean… You can if you want, but… it’s not worth it. She’s, not worth the trouble anjo. She’s arrogant, and arrogance doesn’t get you anywhere.” She said.

“Why’d you save me?” Zarina asked, looking at her.

“I saved you because he broke the rules. I don’t tolerate cheaters. People who screw me over… it doesn’t end well. I imagine you don’t tolerate cheaters either.”

“And what if I do save her?”

“I won’t be surprised. You’re too selfless not to, but consider this…” she said, removing the blades and walking past Zarina before putting a hand on her shoulder and whispering in her ear.

“Will you keep helping those who wronged you or are you going to let them know that if they fuck around long enough, eventually they find out the consequences?” She whispered. “Just a thought, Querido.”

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Ending it right there. I did enjoy writing this.

Here are the Portuguese translations in case anyone needs them.

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Querido - Darling

Você está bem, anjo? - You alright, angel?

Ela é minha - She’s mine

Anjo - Angel.

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Part 4 is gonna be up as soon as possible. There may be two killers, there may not be. I’ll decide soon.

#zarina kassir #the skull merchant #Cinematrone #Zarina x Adriana Imai #danny jed olsen johnson

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