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luveline · 4 months

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You are such an awesome writer 🥹 I love seeing you show up on my timeline!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests rn and totally ignore this and I'm so sorry if you are not and sorry to bug you.

I am so obsessed with bombshell bau reader with our boy Spence. I was thinking like maybe established relationship this time where the team goes out to the bar again only this time her and Spence are actually together so she's just really cute and even more cling. Maybe her and Emily or one of/all of the other BAU girls are being wild goofy drunk girl and reader is extra flirty with Spence but not at all smooth and Spencer is just like “you're a menace” ? But like in a sweet adoring way 😂?

Again no pressure at all and I hope you are feeling better from the rude requests and enjoying your time off school, lots of love xxx

thank you love, and thanks for your request!! ♡ drunk!reader

The last time you'd been to this bar in particular, you and Spencer were strictly friends. He was still styling his hair straight and wearing sweater vests, and the idea of being your boyfriend was a fantasy. A brilliant, never-going-to-happen work of fiction.

“My boyfriend is the prettiest man alive ever in the history of planet Earth!” you declare, climbing up on one knee in the booth beside him, your cherry spritzer tipping over the glass’ rim. It races down your naked arm to your elbow and drips from there to his thigh. “Have you seen him?”

“Sure, I've seen him,” Morgan says, rolling his eyes.

You wrap your arms around Spencer's head from the side and kiss his forehead. You shift as you do, forcing your lips up into his hair, leaving behind an accidental raspberry smear of lipgloss. “Then what's the problem?” you ask.

“I don't know,” Morgan says.

“I know what it is,” Emily says.

“Me too. Rhymes with indoctrination,” JJ laughs.

You put your glass down hard on the table, arm still held proudly behind Spencer's neck. A lot has changed since the last time you were here, but the way he looks up at you hasn't budged. He has a sick, all encompassing crush on you, and seeing you now turns it into a dizziness he can't shake, almost like he's had a few too many drinks with you. Your eyes are glassy, grounded but wet, and your eyelashes pinch together in the corners as you bring your gaze down to his. “It's love,” you say.

Everybody laughs. Spencer just keeps watching you watch him, his palm to the small of your back to prevent a fall.

“It's love!” Penelope echoes, shepherded by Hotch, too many drinks between them both. “My favourite lovebirds! I brought your drink, beautiful.”

“Thank you, gorgeous.” You take it eagerly. Spritzer sloshes over the bumps of your fingers.

“Sit down,” Spencer suggests.

You give him brief googly eyes and sit down. The booth is a three sided square, with you and Spencer on one arm, Rossi, JJ and Emily against the back, and now Morgan, Penelope and Hotch opposite. It's a full troupe tonight, a rarity, and you and Penelope decided early on that the best way to celebrate would be to drink whatever you liked and in egregious quantities.

Hotch is perhaps doing the same. Spencer can't tell. But all in all, everyone's having a good night, especially you.

“Did you hear that? He's so nice to me,” you say to no one in particular, your fitted blouse sparkling in the light as you lean back, your hand finding his thigh. “Spencer, what's on your pants?”

“Oh, I wonder?”

“You're not blaming me, are you?” Your voice is as stickying as you can make it, and drunk as a skunk you may be, but you maintain your talent for flirting.

“Did I say that?”

“Because that wouldn't be very, gentlemanly of you…” You lean in too close. Your talent remains. Your subtlety suffers a different fate.

He leans in like he might kiss you and says, “You're a menace.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

In front of all your friends and coworkers. “It means I'm cutting you off,” he says, sliding his hand between you and your glass.

More laughter. You throw hurt looks at them all and Spencer picks up your cherry spritzer. You're baffled, but a smile dripping in sickly sweet love spreads over your lips as he drinks it. “Fine, I'll share,” you say.

“Thank you,” he says, putting it out of your reach as he leans in to kiss you, cherry lingering on his lips.

You kiss him back gently, and then a little harder. He eases you away. Arms snuck once again around him, you squeeze until his ribs cry out in protest and make yourself comfortable on his shoulder.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” he asks, head angled down to offer a tender smile.

“I love you so much I've decided not to care.” You lift your head. “You're too nice to be mad at you,” you whisper. “And I love you.”

“Yeah, you've mentioned that.” He rubs your arm. He's so in love with you, he doesn't think to blush at his part in your PDA.

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headspace-hotel · 10 months

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I am a dedicated water enjoyer but i have such a hard time believing that the "recommended" amount of water you are supposed to drink per day is legit ngl

According to google you're "supposed" to drink 125 ounces of water per day (almost a gallon). (I'm tempted to call this bullshit even just based on the fact that it's just one of several different answers.) At what point in the evolution of our species would this have been possible, especially in hot environments where you're out sweating in the sun and would need even more water?

Like okay, for one thing, drinking water by lapping it up or with your hands makes it a lot more time consuming to ingest a significant quantity of water. Furthermore, drinking from stagnant pools will give you illnesses that will kill you, and clean springs and mountain streams aren't exactly everywhere.

Did hunter-gatherers that spent their days tracking large game stop 8 times a day to guzzle down water? How did they have the fucking time to do this? Where were they getting it? Were they lugging gallons of water with them all the time in animal skin bags or something? Could they drink 4 standard water bottles' worth of water in one go whenever they found a water source? A lot of springs don't even produce water that fast??

Humans have lived in literal deserts for thousands of years!! Indoor plumbing is a new thing! Our culture is so water-centric that "around the water cooler" is slang for a casual social situation at work, most buildings have fountains specifically for dispensing drinking water, lobbies and hotels everywhere have vending machines that dispense beverages, and an important form of self-expression in public is carrying large, decorated water bottles. And yet somehow we're all chronically dehydrated and should be drinking more water??

Why would evolution adapt us to require more water than thirst can or will signal us to drink, anyway? Isn't that the reason thirst exists?

(Also, has anyone who makes this shit up ever tried to drink that much water?? I used to drink 32 ounces of water over a 2 hour period, and I needed to go to the bathroom every 10-20 minutes to avoid pissing myself, like I would be in pain within minutes. If my body is getting rid of such insane quantities of water that my piss is basically water and I'm going to the bathroom every 20 minutes, that seems like a clear sign that my body does not want to have so much water in it.)

But I digress. At what point in time before the modern day would it have been possible for a human to ingest 8 glasses of water every day or 120 ounces or whatever is supposedly ideal??? If "dehydration" is the default state and has been for millions of years what does "dehydration" even MEAN?? Make it make sense...

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ssentimentals · 1 year

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reassurance {jeon wonwoo}

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

prompt: tonight wonwoo needs to know that you love him, too. (features overthinking and a bit insecure wonwoo, who needs reassurance from the reader)

warnings and general tags: nsfw, smut (minors dni or i will bite your hands off), nothing detailed though and it's much more about feelings here than actual sex because i am incapable of not adding bunch of thoughts and feelings into whatever i write, established relationships, insecurity but it's not angsty (i hope)

there’s nothing wrong with this party. music is good, booze is even better, quantity of people is just enough to fill the space without making it hard to breathe and even lights are not too blinding. honestly, everything is good but wonwoo can’t wait to go home and this time it has nothing to do with him not being a 'party person'. this evening makes him feel bare, like his armor is stripped off and all of his insecurities are out on full display, bleeding. and it’s hard to tell what triggered this because nothing much happened, but he’s been in his head too much lately and it drove him crazy.

he stands a bit out of the circle of his friends, needing his space right now. everyone is either dancing or having a good time, but he simply can’t. all of the thoughts are eating him up, they don’t whisper, they scream in his head that he’s not loved, that he’s alone. wonwoo’s eyes follow your figure and there’s an itch in his skin, weird almost primal need to get you close so your smile can be directed to him. you are radiant and he feels cold without your warm energy around him.

wonwoo sips on his drink quietly, listens to the conversation around him, nods in greeting to passing people, but his attention is on you. he is on the verge of leaving his group and coming to you when you turn around, making eye contact with him. your soft smile instantly has a calming effect and he relaxes his posture, watching you make your way to him. there’s a furrow between your eyebrows and he knows he didn’t fool you - you know that something is wrong with him.

'everything is okay?' you ask quietly but with a smile on your face, not wanting to attract attention of others. 'you don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself.'

he loves you for that; for knowing him so well that even from little quirks you can tell that something is off, for your caring attitude, for your gentleness displayed towards him all the time. he loves you and tonight he especially needs to know that you love him, too. wonwoo opens his mouth to speak when two friends interrupt him, bursting into your private bubble in order to say hi. annoyance spikes up but he thumps it down, seeing how you are genuine happy to see them. your hand reaches out to hold his and wonwoo smiles widely, interlocking your fingers; physical connection with you in any form is what he needs right now.

'you gonna join us, right? c’mon, we can start playing beer pong!'

wonwoo is ready to let you go, he doesn’t want to be some egoistical bastard and keep you from having all the fun, but his heart soars in his chest when you politely decline. he can kiss you in front of everyone when you add that you two are actually heading home. you turn and send a sweet smile his way and his heart does a flip and then one more, just for a good measure. oh, he loves you.

'you better tell me what’s wrong, mister.' you say as you both get in the car. 'did someone say something?'

wonwoo shakes his head, hating himself for making you worried. 'no, it’s not that. i just don’t- i just feel a bit off tonight. i’m sorry for ruining your fun.'

'which fun? please, like i haven’t been to parties before.' you scoff jokingly and then turn serious, turning to him on your seat. 'babe, do you want to talk about it? or do you want me to leave you alone for tonight? give you space?'

'no.' this comes out a bit too rushed and wonwoo glances at you to check whether he startled you or not. 'please don’t..leave.'

his attention is back on the road and he sighs in relief when you reach out and squeeze his shoulder. 'i won’t. i’m here.'

that's what you always do and he doesn't know how he got so lucky; wonwoo likes to think of himself as of a good person but he's not that good in order to deserve someone like you as his partner. he wonders if you ever notice how lacking he is in many aspects, how truly out of his league you are; he fears the moment when you'll finally realize all of it. you both say nothing for the rest of the ride and it usually is peaceful but tonight this silence causes all of his doubts to rise up. what are you thinking about? are you wishing you stayed at that party instead? are you wondering why your boyfriend is such a party pooper? are you wishing you had someone else instead, someone more active, extraverted, more fun? by the time you reach home and lock the door of your apartment, wonwoo is buzzing with nerves and not the good kind ones; he is ready to throw himself on the wall.

'wonwoo,' you call out, carefully making him face you. your eyes search up his face, trying to guess what's going on in his mind. 'baby, what is it?' you point on his forehead, smiling: 'it's not good for you to spend this much time in your head, you almost always overthink.'

wonwoo exhales shakily and when his eyes lock with yours, smile slowly disappears from your face. he knows he must look pathetic right now, but even though he has poker face with everyone, it never worked with you; with you all of his emotions run freely and he can tell that you see everything in his eyes, without him needing to explain. 'oh, baby,' you let out, hugging him tight. 'i love you.'

he hugs you back and it's a miracle, truly, how immediately content he feels. 'you do?' he asks and he sounds too needy even to his own ears.

you pull back, taking a good look at him. 'of course i do, woo. i love you so much.' your hand brushes his fringe out of his eyes and you smile gently, cupping his face. 'what do you need tonight? movie and cuddles? quiet night in with talking? or you want me?'

his grip involuntarily tightens on your waist and that's an answer in itself but he still says out loud: 'you. want you.'

from there it's all a blur. he knows you are there and he stays afloat solely because of your hands all over him and your lips on his. you kiss in the most gentlest way and you were together for a while now, but he still can't get enough. your kisses light up something different in him and tonight he doesn't try to take the lead - he simply lets you set up the tempo, a willing puppet in your hands.

'i love you,' you whisper, pulling him down on the bed. you free both of you from shirts and he sighs at the skin to skin contact. 'i want you to believe me, okay? i'm not lying. i love you.'

wonwoo nods. he tries his best not to cry but it's really damn hard, when you gaze at him with so much love and affection. he reaches out for you, hating this distance, wanting to be as close you as you two only can be. this grounds him, feeling you next to him, having your lips on his - this serves as a reminder that you are here with him. maybe voices in his head are wrong, after all.

you plant kisses from his lips to his jaw, moving down his neck and stopping on his collarbones, making him squirm. he feels a bit dizzy, maybe because of the booze, maybe because of your perfume, or maybe from the way you make him feel. you don't leave marks on his skin, never bite down hard enough for it to bruise and he feels worshipped in the most intimate way. your hands trace every single ridge, every single dip, you map out his torso with your love and when you reach for the belt he's already panting a little, face flushed. not being able to kiss you in this position is very unsatisfying but his brain promptly shuts up when you rid him of his jeans and take off yours too. he wishes he could take pictures with his eyes, wishes he were a painter cause words escape him when he looks at you. the whole 'head spin, breath knocked down' thing is very real when it comes to you and he hopes this effect you have on him never wears off.

'there is nowhere else i'd rather be,' you whisper, settling yourself on top of him. 'and no one else i'd rather be with. okay? you have to believe me, woo.'

'okay.' he grits out, gripping your hips. 'i- i believe you.'

the smile that you reward him with makes him weak. 'good.' you smile cheekily: 'won't you come up here and kiss me?'

he moves quickly, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, slotting our mouths together. his heart thrums in his chest. beats so loud that he can't hear anything else. he thinks his heart is trying to break his ribcage, wants to get out of there so it can fall into your hands instead. the kiss speaks volumes of your feelings and emotions and wonwoo is drunk, high on love when you let him prepare yourself. your soft sighs, drawn out moans and breathy whispers of his name make his hands tremble a little; is this real? how did he score you? how?

'hey,' you call and his eyes snap towards you instantly. your chest is rising up and down, eyes turned a bit glossy, body flushed with prettiest shade of pink and he bites his lip in order not to moan out loud at the view. 'woo, baby. you're here, right? with me?'

wonwoo nods, pressing a kiss on your hipbone. 'yes.'

'and you love me?' you ask breathily as he continues to stretch you out.

'yes.' more firm this time and he punctuates this with a rather sharp thrust of his fingers inside. 'i love you so much, too much.'

you smile, lacing your fingers through his hair. 'and i love you. more than you think.'

and wonwoo believes. he sees that in your eyes, sees that in every single action or word, sees it every day. it's just sometimes clouds loom over him and insecurities all wake up from the pits of his stomach, but deep inside he knows the truth. you love him. you love him just the way he is. and he can give you the world for this.

'i believe you,' he whispers, lining himself and carefully entering you.

being with you is the best symphony; it's the practiced ease, it's the familiar tension which one can feel only after doing something over and over again. he knows where to touch, where to kiss, where to press to have you fly on the cloud nine and this familiarity with your body is not something he takes for granted; he'll die the day someone else will learn all of this, too.

'i love you, i love you,' you let out, gripping his forearms. 'kiss me, plea-'

wonwoo kisses your fervently, adoringly. it's the 'i can't believe you are mine' and 'please be mine forever' in the kiss and you kiss him back, hoping he can read the 'forever, yes' as your answer. you hold each other tightly as you both fall apart, the most beautiful ending of the song. he plants kisses all over your face, his face lights up as you giggle. he wants to say 'thank you' but it'll sound weird so he settles for hugging you tight.

'only a little or else this sweat will get sticky,' you warn him, sighing in resentment as he stands up. 'whereee?'

'let me clean you up.' he offers and you nod, content in just lying around as he does the job. 'shower, love?'

your heart squeezes on the petname and you nod, letting him push you up. wonwoo holds you upright and kiss your temple as you both walk towards the bathroom. 'you are my everything,' he whispers before climbing into the shower first in order to find best temperature.

'you are my everything too.' you assure him, climbing in as soon as motions that water temperature is just the way you like it. 'you know this, right?'

'yeah,' he nods, bringing you closer.

'good. i will let you know if it changes, by the way. so if i'm not saying anything you can just always assume that it's still the same.' you proclaim, making him laugh loudly.

'i hope it never changes.' he comments offhandedly, soaping the loofa.

you smile, leaning in to peck his lips. 'i hope so too.'

a/n: i tried my best to make reader as gn as i only can but!! if i somehow made a terrible job at it please please let me know :( and as always here is the link to all my other works. i'm not really nsfw writer, it's mostly fluff blog for seventeen <3 - nini

also i'm not tagging anyone here from my usual tag list cause i didn't know whether you guys will be okay with smut. (not like it was detailed but yeah, anyway). let me know what you think of this one!

#wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #i hope this doesnt come out like wonwoo is weak or some other bullshit like that #the baby is strong and we all need reassurance so! no hate for this pls #lmao me: writes smut #also me: has like 4 sentences about sex and everything else is feelings #THIS IS STILL SMUT THOUGH SO MINORS!!! DO NOT!!! READ THIS!

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stargazestories · 20 days

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Technologic (M)

Pairing: Android!minghao x Human!reader

Warnings: Smut (Minors don’t interact) oral (fem receiving), some alcohol consumption, fingering, dirty talk, ass play?, penetration, spanking

A/n: This took too long I’m so sorry. I apologize for any mistakes, my brain is functioning at 1 brain cell these days. Please still enjoy 💕

The air in the nigh club was thick and heavy, the scent of strong cologne and alcohol mixed with the bodies dancing to the heavy base of the music playing. The lights flashed in several different colors and speeds, one could hardly distinguish between the real humans and the AI.

The night club that y/n’s friends invited her had been known to have a large quantity of both humans and androids mixed in, with a larger quantity of the staff being androids for “other” services. That was the very reason she was brought to this club,but the thought of androids who provide erotic services was something that she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Once arriving, y/n made her way past the dance floor to find her friends and soon enough she had spotted her group at a nearby table, huddled over a very tall and handsome man. “Y/n over here!”, One of her friends spotted her and quickly waved for her to hurry over. “Y/n I want you to meet Minghao, he is our server for the night” her friend Introduced her to the fine specimen.

Y/n was taken back from the fact that this android was not just handsome but also lifelike. His pink hair that framed his face perfectly, his piercing black eyes, and smooth skin made him look like he was plucked right out of a modeling magazine. He had an air of confidence that was both alluring but intimidating to y/n. “A pleasure” the android took her hand and kissed it, feeling his warm lips touch her skin, bringing a shiver to her spine. This can’t be an android she thought.

“Shy are we?” He teased making the group giggle.

“I-I’m-“ she stuttered.

“Stunning,of course” he complimented her.

Y/n took notice at how he scanned her with his eyes, giving his lips a lick. She felt her face heat up at the interaction, playing it off with a scoff though.

“Minghao~ would you be a dear and bring us some more drinks” her friend interrupted

“Of course” Minghao only ever broke eye contact to fetch them more drinks.

“Hot isn’t he?” Her friend poked at her, “he’s….he looks so real” she blurted out and earned eye rolls from the girls.

“Don’t think about that, just have some fun” another spoke.

“ You are right, it’s just some fun flirting, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with him” she laughed but the girls all eyed each other before giggling. Her eyes widened, “are we?” She asked.

“I mean if you want to” they laughed.

“Have you all….slept with him?”

“Not with Minghao specifically but yeah, a couple of androids here” they confirmed. She wasn’t sure what to think. Would she go as far as to sleep with one?

As the night continued on, the rest of her friend group chatted with Minghao. She couldn’t help being attracted yet nervous around him,She knew he was designed to serve them but the fact he was an android that could pass off as a man but harbored no real human emotions made her slightly uncomfortable.

Her friends on the other hand were having the time of their lives, flirting with the handsome robot that kept servicing them with drinks and endless flirting. y/n found herself feeling a bit left out, She would contribute to their talk from time to time but she was just focused on Minghao and his Interaction with her group, the way his hand would caress one of her friends arms as he flirted, the way his eyes would not break contact with whoever he talked to, the way he would lick his lips, were all enticing.

Minghao, almost as if he had read her thoughts, would casually glance at her, making y/n panic and shift her gaze away from him and down another shot of whatever alcohol was in front of her.

“Let’s dance!” Another friend of hers yelled out as she pulled some of the girls to the dance floor but y/n stayed behind with the android who decided to take matters Into his own hands. Leaning over to her, his warm breath against her ear, “ you know”, his voice was so smooth and deep, “I can tell you are nervous” his tone practically teasing her. Y/n gulped at the handsome man, “I’m just…this is new to me”, she admitted. The android nodded and took her hand, “would you like to have some time alone with me?”, the question made her eyes widen.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or mixture of the loud music and lights that contributed to her answer:

“yes”

What in the actual fuck are you doing? She didn’t think she actually would say yes to his offer but something inside her wanted this. Following her answer, Minghao smiled as he took her hand and guided her through the wave of bodies in the club as they made their way to the far back of the club, to one of the private rooms.

The room's lighting was dim with mix of a dark blue, purple and pink hues, and the air in the room being filled with a sandalwood smell that intensified the senses.

As minghao closed the door, locking it to make sure no one would disturb, y/n felt her heart racing. Turning to face her, his expression was that of anticipation. “Tell me” he walked up to her and tilted his head as he looked at her and took in her features, leaning in closer till his breath was on her lips, “what can I do for you?”

Y/n felt her body temperature rise and her face flushed at the beautiful creation. “I-I don’t know..I’ve never done this…with…you know” she didn’t want to offend the robot but then again would he feel anything?

Minghao smiled at her and nodded as he caressed her cheek, “it’s okay, relax and let me take care of you” he closed the gap between them, pressing his soft plush lips onto hers as he held onto her hips. The warm and tender kiss became heated as the seconds passed, groans of pleasure and moans coming from both of them. His hands slowly explored her body as they made out, the tip of his fingers finding the hem of her tight dress, slowly pushing it up, teasing the exposed skin by lightly grazing it, Sending goosebumps down body.

Y/n wrapped her hands around minghao as he backed her up against the wall of the room, breaking the heated kiss to kiss her neck, as his hands made their way fully up to her lace panties that were soaking wet, using one of his digits to rub her aching cunt. Gasping she gripped his shirt as she felt him teasing her. “Please” she let out, begging him for more, his lips curling into a devilish smile against her skin as his kisses made their way down south.

His hand only left her seeping cunt when he kneeled down to her to discard her soaked lace panties to the side and hoisted of her legs up to his shoulder as he adjusted his position, wasting no time in connecting his lips to her pussy, licking her folds in full strides before fully engulfing her in his mouth with a hum. The vibrations of his humming mixed with the way he gripped her thigh that sat on his shoulder to push himself further into her to explore every crevice inside her, sent several waves of pleasure she never experienced before.

“Minghao!” Her breathing became hitched as she felt a familiar knot tighten. She looked down at him, his eyes fixed on her with a look of lust and desire as he continued to lick her walls, “so fucking good” he cooed before using his free hand to spread her folds to slurp her essence.

“Fuck! Right there!” She grinded her hips to his lips, chasing the climax she desperately wanted. Minghao saw the desperation and smirked as he increased the speed of his tongue against her, making her see stars as she felt her climax wash over her. Minghao pulled away and stood up, covered in her essence as he checked on her, “darling?” He asked tenderly as he tried to fix her dress but stopped him.

Still catching her breath, eyes hazed with pleasure, she peeled her dress off her body infront of the android who’s eyes took in the sight of her full nude figure. “Not so shy are we now?” Minghao licked his lips as his hands crept back onto her body.

“Shut up and Fuck me” she chuckled as she practically comanded him..

“With pleasure” he wasted no time to push her up against the wall, making out with her, discarding his own clothes in the process, giving her a great view of his defined body. Whatever issue she had earlier in regards to letting a robot pleasure her, quickly left her mind as this one was doing wonders to her body.

Minghao touch was so hot on her skin, the way he fondled her perky breast with one hand and groped her ass with the other made her moan right Into his lips. “Tell me darling, how do you want to be fucked?” his question was so direct and lude, it actually turned her on. Her past sexual concourses had been for the most part vanilla, with it being in bed and missionary style, so for him to ask how she wanted it, she just said the first thing that came to her mind:

“Fuck me from behind”

Minghao nodded, kissing her neck again as he noticed how it was a sensitive spot for her before turning her around and pushed her against the wall. Y/n poked her ass out towards him, “so eager aren’t we baby?” He teased her, kneeling down to give one of her cheeks a kiss as he groped the juicy flesh making her whine for him. As he fondled her ass, he could see the amount of juices spilling out of her pussy, dripping down the side of her legs. As he stood back up to lean against her, kissing the back of her neck, his fingers made their way back in her pussy. The first digit slowly moving in and out of her, then adding another to start stretching her out.

“baby, please” she was begged as she felt his long fingers insider her becoming unbearable, she needed more.

“Such a needy girl” he licked the shell of her ear as he continued to finger her slowly, “tell me you want me” he nibbled on her earlobe.

“I want you, please,..I need you” she begged him with such desperation, she almost felt pathetic. Satisfied, Minghao pulled his hand away, making her pussy clench around nothing for a brief moment. Using the juices that covered his hand, he coated his already hard cock with it,spreading her ass to line his dick at the entrance of her pussy from behind, pushing himself in.

Y/n let out a gasp as she felt his large cock fill her, stretching her walls. “Such a good girl, look how well you are taking me” his hot breath added to the pleasure. His hips went in and out at a slow pace as he wanted to be sure she adjusted to him well.

His pace increased as he saw how much she moaned for him with every stroke, soon fucking her harder against the wall. The sounds of moans filled the room, but it didn’t matter as the loud music from the club would make it impossible to hear them from outside the room. “Fuck!” She yelled out as minghao pulled on her hair as he snapped his hips harder against her ass, her core tightening as she felt her climax coming back.

“Harder!” She demanded, without question he held onto her hips, as he used his strength to push his dick further into her with greater speed, one that y/n didn’t know was possible. “Hao!” She started seeing stars again, knowing her climax was so close. “Cum for me baby, be a good girl” he coaxed her, wanting nothing more than to bring her all the pleasure she desired. It didn’t take her long for her climax to hit as minghaos strokes sped up, cumming inside her, the hot and thick substance filled her up.

As she came down from her second orgasm, she pulled away slowly from minghao. The white substance coming out of her made her look at him, “it’s artificial too” he assured her. The realization that she had sex with a robot sinked in, “ummm thank you” she now could barely look at him as she picked up her dress to put back on. Minghao nodded “of course”. “I should get back to my friends” she said as they got dressed

Minghao smiled gently. "Of course," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "But remember, you can always find me here, anytime you need me." He placed a soft kiss on her lips, one that seemed to be very genuine and real for her.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeensmut #seventeen x y/n #seventeen smut #minghao #minghao smut #minghao x reader #minghao x you #svt smut #xu minghao #xu minghao x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt x y/n #svt minghao #svtsmut

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What does bill usually eat and drink? And how often? Does he eat when the rest of the humans do?

First choice:

When there's a meal being served—such as Abuelita cooking dinner or Stan grilling burgers—Bill eats whatever everyone else eats. (Provided he got to see Abuelita cook—to ensure cyanide wasn't an ingredient in his serving.) This accounts for maybe 15% of his meals.

Second choice:

If he happens to be in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, he'll ask them to open the fridge/cabinets to let him get food for himself or, more rarely, ask them to prepare something he isn't allowed to prepare for himself. This means he'll often eat at the same time as them, because swooping into the kitchen while THEY'RE eating means he can get food too.

When he does have full kitchen access, he creates the most disgusting concoctions known to mankind.

Human brains are wired from infancy to find almost all tastes disgusting until they've had them enough to learn to appreciate them (i.e., accept they aren't poisonous)—why kids are generally pickier eaters than adults. The Axolotl trusts that Bill knows enough about human diets to know what is and isn't food—he does—so Bill didn't get given a baby palate. Instead, he's the opposite: he finds almost all tastes okay. Nothing really tastes bad to him.

So his measure for food that "tastes good" isn't QUALITY of taste, but QUANTITY of taste. Bland food is disgusting. The more and stronger flavors a food has, and the more different they are from each other, the more he likes it.

When making his own food he wants maximum flavor for minimum effort. This is why he has a tendency to take as many condiments as he can, no matter how poorly they go together—in fact, ESPECIALLY if they go poorly together—mix them into a slurry, and then drop in enough solid food to cover his body's minimum nutritional needs. (He would do the same thing with spices, but the spices are kept in a cabinet and it's just not worth the trouble to him to specifically ask for access.)

As of chapter 39, he's no longer willing to ask someone else to help prepare something for him, and won't ask Ford to so much as open the fridge for him. Full kitchen access used to account for about 35% of his meals, now it's more like 25%.

Third choice:

If no one's in the kitchen, he won't go looking for someone; he'd rather starve than plea for food from the people who took his food access away. Instead, he'll just eat whatever he can scrounge off the open shelving. That means no food that requires refrigeration, cooking, or microwaving; and no food that's canned, in glass jars, or needs scissors to open. In practice, this means a whole lot of junk food—chips, cookies, candy, jerky, cereal, soda. The most nutritious thing he has regular and easy access to is peanut butter. He has a lot of peanut butter sandwiches. He dislikes peanut butter sandwiches, but he understands nutrition better than most humans and knows chips and jerky can only carry him so far. Scrounging accounts for 60% of his meals.

Beyond all that:

He likes triangle-shaped foods because he is, in fact, that much of an egotistical dork. He will legitimately get angry about nachos with circular or rectangular tortilla chips.

And (with Mabel's encouragement) he's become a fan of dumping sprinkles on as many things as possible. You know how grocery stores sell a bunch of different mixes of sprinkles? Different styles & colors & textures & shapes? Mabel has brought a WIDE variety of sprinkles into the house, and is teaching Bill the fine art of mixing sprinkles artistically for maximum aesthetic value. He likes the fancy-looking gold/silver/white varieties.

He drinks too much—usually, but not exclusively, to get to sleep. This is a bad thing. If called on this, he gets defensive, suggests he needs it like a "medication" to numb the discomfort of fitting a triangular soul in a human body—like taking medicine to prevent a body from rejecting a donor organ—and that the humans wouldn't understand it so they have no room to criticize. This is a VERY bad thing. I'd say he's speedrunning alcoholism, except he's continuing a pattern of substance abuse he had as a triangle, so tbh he was already there.

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Two

Based on this ask

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife

Chapter One | Chapter Three

This goes on for quite some time. There are nights you go hungry for him, a fair price to pay as your father does not pay these people enough nor give them the proper food needed to truly fill them. No, he uses the ‘company store’ to keep them in debt with him and thus the company. Norton’s father just like all the others, and Norton forced to pay off a debt not of his making.

Norton with each ‘offering’ seems tolerant of you, well as tolerant as any miner worker could be given who you are. Yes, there are some who like you, you grew up around them, and they have seen you scold your father when was not treating them right. You were able to give them days off on holidays! At the cost of your allowance but again, a price you are willing to pay.

You have your mother’s heart, father told you, a heart he fears the world will eat up.

Tonight in the mines, Norton seemed to have been waiting for you as he stared at the rusted watch he keeps at hand. No one has stolen it because it has no value.

Currently sitting with him in this small space with only the walls of dirt and rock as the witnesses to this exchange.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Because I want to help. Even in a small way.”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chewing on freshly baked pumpkin bread. “You should be listening to your father. This isn't a place for a woman.” Snarky. “Might dirty your pretty dress.”

“I am more effective here.” You pour him a cup of tea and then offer it to him. “Earl gray.”

“What do you want out of this?” He does not take the cup immediately, “You want a pet? Something to play around with until daddy finds you a real man?” What he is implying is not unheard of yet is unseemly to you.

Those of lower status can gain money by being the lover of someone of higher status. They are paid to give an escape.

… A handsome man like Norton Campbell would be ideal, the scar adds to his ruggedness .

You roll your eyes, “Is it so hard to believe some people just want to help?”

“People like you, yes. Nothing in this world is free. Especially when the rich are involved.”

There is a pause as he takes the cup from your hand, his eyes hard and cold. Norton only eats the food you leave him because honestly, he needs it. The usual food given either gets stolen from him or barely enough to give him energy.

You have given him quality and quantity food, he has been filling out better and his energy has been up. Even now in the late hours, he eats some treats you baked and gifting him this Christmas day. Your father is currently overseas and most of the miners are home for a holiday.

Here you are alone with some poor man on Christmas, the scandal!

“... Change can only happen if it starts from the top.” Mumbling the words.

The silence of the mine, rocks shifting, flickering lights. Norton moves closer to you, sitting in front of you, “Heh, anyone can claim to know how to change anything when they are sitting comfortably.” You look at the ground as he goes on, giving you wake up to reality.

“Want to change something? Give every man here a piece of the pie.” Chung down the lukewarm tea, “Then see what they will do with it,” He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, “Half of them will drink it away. The other half gambling it.” Disgusted.

Norton sounds like your father. Maybe it is true or maybe not, you like to believe every worker would pay off their debt and then run away to live a better life.

“You… What about you?”

He goes quiet then snickers, “Buy out your father's stocks,” You look surprised to hear that, “Rip this hellhole right from under him. Take every last piece of gold from him until he is begging me for a job.” Then, he leans forward, eyeing you, “Maybe if he gives me his daughter, I might be willing to send him to a nice nursing home.”

His world resembles the abyss of the mines. No way out. Always digging deeper. Norton makes sure to look at you objectively, to make you feel like he is both undressing and fucking you.

“I doubt that.” You frown, “No, you would try to improve things.”

He laughs at you, “Seriously? Why? Because I worked these mines since I could wrap my hands around a pickaxe!? Pft, it is every man for himself in this place. Learn that now.”

Survival of the fittest, the theory of evolution. You have read up on the subject before. How only the strong and adaptable will survive. The strong who dictate the fate of the weak.

And in this world, money makes you powerful.

Could change only happen from the top? Does the change happen when those below become the ones in power? Or does the cycle of oppression continue?

“Go home.” Standing up and going back to work.

“Mr. Campbell,” You speak while gathering the plate and cup you brought, “Thank you.”

When you left, he stopped working to savor the taste of pumpkin bread in his mouth.

Humans are selfish creatures.

When Norton’s map was taken from him and brought to the foreman, then to your father, they took the credit. Norton will get none of the credit and whatever gold they find, he will never see it. This is a promise your father made to him, you could only stand in shock.

Golden Cave. All roads lead here. All roads and lives.

Maybe it was karma that caused all this to happen.

You did not visit the worksite immediately like usual, your father had you sent away to Europe for a time with your grandparents on vacation. When you returned, you saw only the near end of the madness of this place.

The whispers, the accidents, some of the workers disappearing. The reports are insane! Not to mention the loss of money going into this! It was like they were digging for Fool's Gold!

When you saw your father, he looked like a shadow of his former self. A hollowed old man.

When you tried to take him home, he refused by yelling and throwing things in his office around. He never acted like this before!

Something is very, very wrong with this place.

Your father says they have to find the gold Norton Campbell's claims should be here.

Gold, gold, gold; he mined for coal! There is nothing here and you fear that more money funded into this project will put your family business in serious debt.

Worse, put your father in a mental ward with his erratic behavior.

You did not like this, you told him this is wrong, everything here is wrong! But all he did was shut you out.

The place is empty, all the workers, including your father, are in the mines. In the infirmary, the doctor was knocked unconscious when you found him.

After waking him up, a disturbing discovery was revealed to you.

The doctor explained the escalating situation to you. He speculated something in the cave, possibly gaseous, is causing the miners and your father to lose their senses. It was hard to believe but he then pointed out how sensible both you and him are being.

“Your father went into the mines with the others,” The doctor gives you a notice sent to all the miners.

Our time has come. Enter the mines. The detonation will reveal the truth.

Whatever is going on down there it sounds like nothing good is about to come out of it! You fear your father will be lost forever to you if you do not stop them from digging further into the mines of Golden Cave.

You quickly run inside the dreadful cave praying it is not too late, a mining lamp your only source of light.

As you travel deeper you hear voices, whispers that warn you to run away growing louder and louder as you follow the path of wire connected to charges within the cave.

“Norton!?” He is sitting on the ground talking to himself, “Norton, stop!” Seeing him trying to light the fuse.

It was then the voices went silent. The world goes still.

Everything feels slowed down as you knock the lighter from his hand. Your lamp going out leaving you both in ill lighting.

Then, now, you lay on the uneven ground with dirty glove-covered hands wrapped around your throat.

“N-Norton…?”

He squeezes yet it loosens only to tighten again.

You can see conflict all over his face, he is mumbling as if talking to someone.

Someone who is not you.

The gas… It must be… Effecting him.

“Norton,” Your hand reached out to him. “You h-have to s-snap out o-of it.” There is a panicked look on his face when your soft hand touches the scarred portion of his face. Those eyes that often glared at you gaze upon you in fear.

Fear.

#reader insert #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv prospector #idv x reader #idv norton #identity v x you #identity v x reader #norton campbell x you #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell

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Hey! i love your writing! its beautiful and amazing! I was wondering if you could do a Donnie x reader where the reader has really bad anxiety and fidgets when they get anxious to take their mind off it so in order for them to stop biting their nails/picking lips/picking skin/ etc he makes them a fidget toy??

I cant wait to see what you come up with! drink water and charge ur chromebooks people

donnie x gn reader

“Rate this one through ten.”

“Um… an eight?”

For the past hour and a half, Donnie had been giving you things to rate. These things ranged from button clicking noises to the sound that was made from a joystick going back and forth as if you were playing a video game.

“And this?” Another clicking noise.

“A four.” Donnie nodded very seriously and then turned around to keep fiddling with whatever he was making. His back kept you from getting a clear view of what it was.

You bounced your leg and brushed a hand over your lips.

A spray of water hit you in the face. “Hey!” You spluttered, dumbstruck at the sight of a spray bottle in one his mechanical arms. “What do you think you’re doing?” You wiped your face off.

“How will your lips ever heal if you keep picking them?” Donnie huffed, waving the bottle threateningly when you wiped off your lips. You glared at him and he returned it.

After a moment of staring you down, he slowly turned back around.

“Alright.” The arms went back into his shell and the spray bottle fell to the ground. He turned around with his hands clasped together. “Are you ready?”

“I guess?” you held your hands out and an irrational fear of him dropping some rat or spider in your hand made you twitch nervously.

Donnie grinned and released his hands. A cube fell into your cupped hands. You brought it closer to look at it.

It just looked like a fidget cube. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Donnie’s chest puffed out proudly. “Go ahead and press a button.”

You did.

“You like buttons with this certain noise.” He motioned for you to press it again. “You like switches with this amount of give. You like joysticks with this sound, also.”

There was definitely a lot of care and attention put into this.

“And!” He snatches it away from you for a moment as he pressed a small switch on the bottom. “It glows.”

“Thanks... but,” He placed it back onto your outstretched hand gently, “you know I can buy these online, right?”

An offended look crossed his face. “What? You dare compare my work to some shabby manufacturers who care more about quantity than quality?”

“What? No!” You waved your hands but kept a grip on the cube. “It’s just… this is a lot of work just for me.”

Donnie scoffed and took the cube from you again. He held it up to his scrutinizing gaze. “This? A lot of work? Absolutely not. If you want more things to fidget with on it, it’d be easy as recounting the first 100 digits of Pi. This was only the first prototype.”

“The first?” You took it back from him. You clicked the switch to make it glow a certain color. “What more can you add?”

Donnie laughed and picked up a screwdriver. “Wanna find out?”

“Nope!” You hid it in your hands. “This is fine for me.”

Donnie let out a disappointed sigh and threw the screwdriver carelessly behind him. “If you insist.”

“Thank you,” you said genuinely. “But how will I know what to give you as a gift in return?”

“Mess with it instead of your skin and we’ll be square.” He waved you off, seemingly distracted by a new sheet of metal he picked up. But you saw how he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “I hate thinking about your skin cells clogging up my ventilation system.”

“Right…” You smiled happily, pressing a button rapidly on the cube. It sounded just like someone repeatedly clicking the top of a pen in class.

Donnie jerked at the sound, his eyebrow twitching in agitation. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

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italy calling: part one | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part one of three! after much convincing on your friend's part, you end up in italy and, on your first night, you meet a handsome stranger. pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: drinking, probably bad financial decisions word count: 3.1k author's note: again, big thanks to @icallhimjoey and @wordscomehither for your help on this fic!! let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this fic!

You suppose, the whole thing wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the no good, terrible job you had.

Overall, you liked your job. Well, that was an exaggeration. You liked your job well enough that you showed up every day and did your work, entering data into spreadsheets for an organization that you honestly weren’t entirely sure of what it was. There were quotas that you had to record, quantities and whatnot that you supposed people were chastised for for not meeting. But past that, you didn’t really know. The important thing was that it was mind-numbing work, just punching away at your computer day after day, getting lunch breaks and fifteens and really whatever else you needed. Decent sick leave hours, and a bit of a process to request time off, but you didn’t mind your job, no matter how tedious it could be. Your cubicle was small and you hated the professional “office attire” that you had to wear, but you made do, coming home each evening to a TV dinner and reruns of Murder, She Wrote.

Your friend, however, was convinced that you were miserable and needed something more. “Babes,” Lily said one night over margs and tacos. She had sort of dragged you out of the comfort of your flat and forced you to do a “girl’s night”, and you poked at your margarita with your straw. “You need a vacay. Like, desperately.”

“No, I don’t,” you told her. “Where would I go? What would I do?”

“Go to Italy or something!” Lily said. “Just for a week, just long enough to destress from work! Your shoulders are all tense, you look sad.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Go to some expensive resort for a week and blow my savings for what? To ‘destress’, only for me to come back home to work and get all stressed out again? No thanks, Lil, I’ll stick with London.”

“I mean…” Lily started. “My family has a house in Livorno. I’m sure my parents would let you stay for way less than if you went to some resort.”

“Okay, I’d still have to get a plane ticket and pack and everything,” you said. “And ask for time off, which isn’t guaranteed. It’s just— Lil, I love you and I appreciate you thinking about me, but it’s just not doable.”

“What if I went with you?” Lily asked. “Then, you’d get the house for free, because I’d be there with you! I won’t, like, harsh your mellow or anything either, I can chill at the house while you explore and everything. C’mon, some sunshine will do you good.”

You frowned. You loved Lily, you had known her since your school days, but she had a sort of intense personality that could get old quickly, especially if you had to spend more than about three days together. She was definitely all beautiful and bubbly, could make friends with anyone no matter where she was or who she was with, and you just didn’t consider yourself her social equal. You definitely couldn’t see yourself traveling to Italy with her, but you also knew that she would keep on the topic like a dog on a bone. “I mean…” you started. “I guess it would be nice to get away from London for the week. And I do like Italian food.”

“Yes!” Lily smiled. “Go to Italy!”

You sighed. “Alright,” you said. “Give me a few days to check if I can get time off and see what my money situation is, and I’ll get back to you.”

“Oh!” Lily squealed, and she grabbed your arm. “I’m so excited for you! You’re going to Italy!”

“Maybe,” you said quickly. “I might be.”

“What if you meet a guy?” Lily gasped. “Some tall, dark Italian guy?”

“Now you’re just talking shit,” you laughed. “I’m not gonna meet some guy in Italy, that’s added stress that I don’t need. That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe not a relationship,” Lily said. “Maybe just a little… Tryst. A fling. Just for the week.”

Just for the week. A fling. Oh, Lily, you optimistic creature, you. You were lucky to pull a guy in London, there was no hope for you in Italy. “Right, right,” you mumbled. “When pigs fly.”

“Don’t get so down on yourself,” Lily said. “You could! You could meet the most wonderful guy and keep up with him after the vacation!”

“Ew, long distance?” you said, wrinkling your nose. “I might go to Italy, but you can forget about a man.”

You didn’t forget about that, though. You thought about the idea of it for the next week, as you worked and relaxed. You sorted through your finances and found that, if you stayed at a midline hotel, you could stay in Livorno pretty comfortably for roughly a week. You appreciated Lily’s offer of staying at her family’s house, but you wanted time to yourself, and you couldn’t see Lily giving that. Staying at a hotel would wipe out your savings, though, so you hoped that you didn’t have any sort of emergency before or after the vacation. You sent in your time off request, and you were elated when it came back the next day as approved.

It seemed as if you were going to Italy.

Finally, after waiting for what felt like years, the time came. You packed the day before, putting in swimsuits and jackets and everything that you could imagine— you had looked at the weather forecast and it said that it would be hot, but you knew that the nights could go cold, so you packed at all ends of the spectrum. Your flight took off at ten in the morning, giving you very little time in the morning to get ready, and you shot Lily a text when you left your flat. Italy, here I come!

You felt like you were holding your breath the entire time you passed through security and boarding the flight. The flight was pretty decent, all things considered, and your heart caught in your throat when you finally saw the bright blue Italian water as you made your descent. You held your breath again as you made your way through customs, and in the taxi, and you finally, finally sighed when you made your way into the hotel room. It was small, just a king-size bed with a serviceable bathroom (with a tub, what a win), but the real showstopper was the balcony. It was tiny, hardly big enough for you to stand out on, but it overlooked the city, giving a beautiful view of Livorno and all she had to offer. You flopped down onto the bed, the balcony doors wide open, and you sighed again. Finally. A vacation.

As per the vacation rules that you yourself had set, you took a nap, then got ready to go out. You didn’t usually fancy yourself a “going-out” type of girlie, but Italian nightclubs always looked so fun in movies and on TV. You had to experience it, before your better sense told you not to. In fact, your lesser sense told you that, even exhausted from the flight, going out would be good for you. You put on your favorite outfit, still smelling like your flat in London, and you hoped that it was chic enough for Livorno before you skipped out of the hotel room, making sure you had your key with you.

The sun was just starting to set as you found a nightclub, close to your hotel but far enough to be unfamiliar. Once in, you adjusted to the low lights and pulsing music, and you wondered for a second if this was a bad idea. Not just the club, but the trip as a whole. You had considered your Italian to be pretty good, enough to survive in the country for a week, but the chattering around you was overwhelming. You couldn’t make out a single word, and you ground your back teeth as you steadied yourself on a barstool. Just order a drink, you told yourself. And fucking relax.

Luckily, you didn’t have to take your chances on ordering something and wondering what the Italian name for it was. Before you could even grab the bartender’s attention, he set a glass down in front of you, a martini glass, filled with a clear drink with an olive. The bartender said something to you, something you could scarcely make out as “Something something, gentleman at the end of the bar, something something”, then turned back to his work.

You expected to turn and see the type of guy Lily had mentioned, tanned and Italian and overall gorgeous, and, yes, the guy you locked eyes was gorgeous, but he was not tanned and Italian. He looked a little pale under the blue and purple lights, scruffy curls at the nape of his neck, a round nose, a crooked smile on his pink lips. He wore a buttoned shirt, the top two buttons undone, two thin chains around his freckled (and sunburnt?) neck, baggy jeans and white sneakers— an odd outfit, to be sure, but his handsome face and enigmatic energy made you smile at him and pull your head towards yourself, inviting him over.

The first thing he said was “Hi there”. Thank God. English. And British, maybe? Something like that. You focused on the English.

“Hi,” you said. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Of course,” the guy said with a nod. “I hope you like martinis.”

“Can I be honest?” you cringed, and you cast a glance at the drink before adding, “They’re not my favorite.”

“Aw, shit,” he said with an abashed smile, shaking his head. “Well, what is your favorite? I’ll buy that for you.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” you said quickly. “I, umm, thanks for the offer, though.”

The guy looked downtrodden, seeing your rejection, and he started to say, “Alright, then, umm, have a good night—“ but you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“No, no, that’s not—“ you started. “That’s just me saying that you don’t have to buy me a drink. Don’t go.” You don’t know why you said that to him, especially sounding so desperate, but he seemed into it, the cheeky smile returning to his face.

“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll stay right here.”

“What’s your name?” you asked, sliding the martini towards him, and he took it by the stem of the glass, looking at it contemplatively for a moment, as if considering what name to give you.

“Joe.”

“Joe?” you repeated. “Is that your final answer?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling. “My name is Joe.”

“I feel like you’re giving me a fake name,” you told him teasingly, tipping your head towards him.

He rolled his eyes as he grinned, and he said, “My full name is Joseph, if that helps my credibility. But everyone calls me Joe.”

“Alright, that makes me feel a little better,” you admitted. “Is there a surname?”

“Mmm,” Joe hummed. “See, I don’t want to give you my surname.”

“Why not?” you asked.

“I want to maintain the mysterious stranger image that I’ve got going on,” Joe told you. “A handsome stranger sends you a drink and only shares certain information about himself; aren’t you curious to know more?”

“Right,” you said. “That only makes you sound creepy. But also correct. Now, I wanna know everything about you.”

“Maybe you will,” Joe shrugged. “Maybe you won’t.”

“So, Mysterious Joe,” you started slowly, eyeing him up and down. He looked comfortable, leaned up against the bar, tapping his toe to the beat of the song, but his eyes were looking all around, over your shoulder and to the person next to you, before finally settling on your face as you spoke. It almost seemed as if he were looking for something— or someone. “What do you do?”

“I’m an actor,” Joe answered easily, too easily. “I’m really famous, too, been in stuff that you’ve seen. You’ve seen my face before, I guarantee it.”

That made you laugh. Joe smiled at you as you laughed at his words, and he said, “What, don’t you believe me?”

“Not at all!” you said.

“Good!” Joe said. “You shouldn’t!”

“So, you’re not an actor,” you said, your laughter dying down with tiny giggles, and Joe’s cheeks turned a shade of pink under the lights. “Can I guess what you are?”

“You can try,” Joe said. “But you’ll never guess it right.”

“Maybe,” you started. “If you buy me an actual drink, you might convince me to drop the whole thing.”

“Done, darling,” Joe said. “What do you want?”

The night went mainly that way, laughing and joking with Joe, and he bought you your drinks all night. You complained every time he told the bartender to add your G&T to his tab, but Joe shook his head and insisted. The more you talked to him, the more you liked him; he was funny and very down to earth, always telling stories about his friends and family. You asked him what he was doing in Italy, and he said something about a vacation between big work events, although he didn’t elaborate what events they were. In fact, when it came to his work, he was very tight-lipped. Twice during the night, his phone went off, and he scowled at it before he declined a call from someone named “Alex”. When you asked— “Alex must really need to talk to you, surely?”— Joe shook his head. “Alex can wait,” he said.

You weren’t sure at what point you decided that you wanted to sleep with him, but you eventually came to the realization that Joe also wanted that. He had stepped closer and closer until his hips nudged your knee as you sat on the barstool, and he carefully let his hand touch your thigh. You got the impression that he would have tugged his hand away had you expressed discomfort, and you just generally felt safe with him. He was an easy, laid-back sort of guy, and you liked that; those sorts of fellas were hard to find anywhere nowadays. Joe’s eyes canvased your body as you spoke, regaling a story from your uni days, and his gaze stopped at your lips, all of your lipstick having worn off onto the edge of your glass.

Finally, Joe made his move. “Why don’t we go someplace more… I don’t know, quiet?” he asked, leaning forward and speaking into your ear to be heard over the music, and you nodded quickly, polishing off your drink with haste. “I’ll meet you out front, let me pay the tab.”

The night air outside was warm, and you checked your phone as you waited for Joe. It was just past one in the morning, no new calls or texts, just work emails that you promptly dismissed before you sighed. “Tired?” you heard Joe ask from behind you, and you shook your head.

“Just… Work,” you said. “You know how it is.”

“I do,” Joe nodded. Without the hustle and bustle of the club and the colored lights, you could finally see him properly, and you saw a subtle golden glow on his skin, faint freckles splashing his nose and cheeks, his rounded cheeks tinted pink. And his eyes. Jesus. You had seen that they were dark in the club, but outside, in the streetlight, you could finally see that they weren’t just brown. They were deep brown, dark brown, chocolate brown— neverending, hypnotizing. You felt your legs grow a little weak and, in your state of maybe one too many G&Ts, you blurted out, “You have nice eyes.”

“So do you,” Joe told you, putting a hand on your back, maybe to steady you or maybe to pull you closer. No matter why he did it, your hands went to his chest, and he drew you into him, his arms around your waist. “You’re beautiful.”

“You should kiss me,” you told him, and Joe chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I think someone’s a little drunk,” Joe said fondly. “Where are you staying? I’ll walk you back.”

“Umm,” you started. You couldn’t recall the name of the hotel you were at, and you went into your bag, searching for the room key that you knew had the name of the hotel on it. “This one. Here, I can’t pronounce it, I’d absolutely butcher it.”

Joe took the key card in-between his fingers and looked at it, reading what was written, and he mumbled, “Oh, that’s close to here. C’mon, darling.”

“How long are you in Livorno for?” you asked, carefully taking Joe’s hand in yours as you started your short walk. He instantly laced his fingers with yours, his hand big and warm and soft, and you felt yourself going warm at the thought of his hands all over you.

“Just until Friday,” Joe told you. “Only a few more days. You?”

“Tonight’s actually my first night,” you told him. “I got in earlier today.”

“Oh, nice,” Joe said. “Well, I’m glad I got to meet you during the small window we have together.”

“Likewise,” you told him.

You kept small talk as you walked to your hotel, not going too deep into conversation like you had at the club, and Joe stopped himself as you approached your hotel. “Aren’t you coming up?” you asked, and Joe grimaced.

“Not tonight, love,” he told you gently. “You’re drunk. It’s not right.”

Although you were disappointed and pouted, you felt relieved that he had the good sense to recognize that and not try to take advantage of you in any way. “Fine,” you said. “Can I at least, like, get your phone number or something?”

Joe smiled softly. “Sure,” he said, and he told you an England-based number. You had glommed onto the fact that he was British, what with the accent and certain stories he told, but he had never told you where he lived. Now, you were narrowing in on him. You saved it in your phone as Italy Joe, and you grinned at him.

“Can I get a goodbye kiss too?” you asked, and Joe chuckled.

“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yeah, well, it’s my best quality,” you giggled. “Please?”

Joe locked eyes with you, and you shivered under his intense gaze. Carefully, he tugged you close to him again, and he gave your cheek a firm kiss before he drifted away. “Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered. “Good night, darling.”

“G’night,” you told him, and you went back into your hotel, dreams of the mysterious Joe already swimming around your head. You definitely were going to call him tomorrow.

#joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf

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Something Different

nick “goose” bradshaw x reader

summary: you strike up conversation with a lonely looking military man, and you can’t help but fall for him.

warnings: fluff

wc: 905

a/n: I wrote this in like an hour, so it could be better tbh

Even though you’re with your friends at the bar, you don’t pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you’re watching the aviators that have just walked in and gathered at the bar, ordering their first drinks.

Shortly after everyone receives their beer, they disperse, except for one, who looks like a lost puppy.

You look over to your friends, who are still chatting away and haven’t even noticed that you haven’t said anything for the past 15 minutes. You get up and head over to the man at the bar.

“This seat taken?” you ask, sitting down next to him.

“Well it is now,” the man says, flashing you a smile.

“Couldn’t help but notice your buddies left you looking like some sad, lost puppy over here.”

“Well, they live life much differently than me.”

“Oh? How so?”

“They’re more concerned about quantity and I prefer quality,” he says, smiling again. “I’m Goose.”

“Goose?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Well, if you look here,” Goose says, pointing to his wings, “I’m an aviator. Naval aviator, actually. Goose is my callsign. The name’s Nick.”

“A pilot, huh?”

“I’m actually a RIO,” Goose admits.

You place an elbow on the bartop, placing your chin in your hand. “Aren’t RIOs the smart ones?”

Goose smiles again. You love his smile.

“If that’s what you think, then yes, RIOs are the smart ones.”

You smile at Goose. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Y/n,” Goose says, almost like he’s testing it out. “I like that. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“I like the sound of that,” he says, turning to get the bartender’s attention.

You and Goose continue to talk, and the two of you are getting along great.

“Goose!” someone calls out.

Goose looks over your shoulder, and you glance over your shoulder as the person comes into view.

“Hey Mav,” Goose says.

“Hi there,” Maverick says to you, flashing a smile.

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“What do you want, Mav?” Goose asks, with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m headed out,” he tells Goose.

“Isn’t it early for you?”

“I have something to attend to.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Goose says, making eye contact with you then rolling his eyes. You giggle at his response.

“Good luck tonight,” Maverick says as he walks away.

“I’m so sorry,” Goose says. “He’s still learning his manners.”

You shrug. “But it’s just us again,” you say, placing a hand on Goose’s knee.

He looks down at your hand then back to you.

“Say, why don’t we go somewhere a little more quiet?” Goose asks.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want to be too forward, but what about my place?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, quality over quantity, remember?” Goose says, raising his hands up innocently.

You think for a moment, and Goose is watching you intently.

“Alright,” you agree. “But I’m not afraid to throw punches if necessary.”

“I would never, honey,” Goose says, standing up and offering his hand.

You look at Goose’s hand and then back at Goose. He gives you an encouraging smile, and you take his hand.

He leads you out of the bar and to his blue Bronco.

When you get to his place, he jumps out and comes around to open your door.

“A real gentleman,” you say, somewhat teasing.

“Just want to show you I’m serious and not all talk,” Goose says, motioning for you to go first to the door.

The two of you sit on Goose’s couch, and quite literally talk the night away. You also find yourself inching closer to Goose throughout the night.

Soon, you’re lying between Goose’s legs, back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your waist.

You can’t help the yawn that slips out.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slightly embarrassed. “What time is it anyway?”

Goose looks at his watch. “Looks like it’s almost 2.”

“Are you serious?”

He shows you his watch and sure enough, almost 2.

“I should get going, then,” you say, shuffling to get off the couch.

Goose stays where he was.

“Would it be wrong to ask you to stay the night?”

You look over at Goose. His face is soft, caring.

“I don’t know, Goose,” you say, breaking eye contact.

“That’s alright, I can drive you home,” Goose says, standing up from the couch and walking to get his keys.

“Wait,” you say.

Goose stops, pauses, and turns.

You walk up to him and take his hands in yours. “I haven’t had a genuine interaction like this with a man in so long,” you begin.

Goose raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how to say it, but you’re different, Goose. And I like that. I like you,” you say.

“Go on,” Goose says with a smile.

You roll your eyes and grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you. You pause for just a second before you crash your lips against his.

Goose carefully places his hands on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss.

After a moment, the two of you pull away, but your foreheads touch.

“I like you too, Y/n. So why don’t you stay the night?” Goose whispers.

“It’s practically tomorrow morning, so I think I already did,” you smile.

Goose smiles back and takes you to the bedroom, where you crawl in bed, cuddle Goose, and fall asleep.

#top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw x reader #goose x reader #goose bradshaw x reader #top gun x reader #top gun imagine #nick bradshaw imagine #goose bradshaw imagine #top gun

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♡ Selene Finds A Way To Keep Her Sister Darling Forever ♡

(I didn't know how to end it properly so i just didn't. Anyways lemme know your thoughts.)

Selene really did adore having you to come home to at the end of the day after she was out drinking and fucking around, her little sister who would always be there for her, sure you weren't blood related but you became family after she rescued you from the attacks of another god during the war, she had thought about putting an end to you herself, she was rather defensive of her territory but as soon as she turned around and saw you shaking but still profusely thanking her after she had killed the other god she knew she couldn't bring herself to kill you, gods were supposed to be tall but you, well you were the size of a human too weak of a god for her to be able to live with herself after killing you. She couldn't allow you to ever become a threat to her land though and so she offered you to be her little sister that way you could live on her territory without her needing to worry if you might try to usurp her one day.

After the war she fell into a slump because of the curse, relying solely on drinking and women to get by assuming you would also leave after the war because of how much blood was on her hands and how much of a miserable person she was to be around but you stayed. At first she really wanted to drive you away, she didn't need you either, in a thousand years she'd have her soulmate so bothering to care about others until that happened, you stayed put though and eventually she gave up on pushing you away, only pulling you closer as time went on, she would keep you by her side forever, soulmate be damned you were the most important to her and if her soulmate couldn't understand that then they'd have to go.

The changes started to occur a few months ago though, she noticed things she shouldn't about you, how nice it felt when you sat in her lap because she was so warm and you just needed to steal a bit of her warmth on snowy days, the little sigh of relief you let out when the hot water hit you in the shower and she wondered what other sounds you made when she was out of the house and you could finally do whatever you wanted without worry of being heard, how much she wanted to pounce on you when you'd go to the lake with her while she was shifted and she could see you bend over to pick a flower... She couldn't even fuck a woman without picturing you were in her place anymore, the first time she pictured you as she came and moaned your name she actually was extremely disturbed and did not speak to you for days but in the end being away from you was driving her crazy and she had to do something in order to relieve this and so she started stealing your panties and jerking off with them.

That also wasn't enough though, she wanted you to have her cum on you which lead to her doing some not ideal things like giving you stuff just to help you sleep heavier so she could enjoy some time with you, afterall she was your sister so nothing she could do to you could be bad right? You'd have to forgive her if you ever found out, everything between her and her sister was justified, especially when it felt so good. She knew she came alot and so as much as she wanted to she couldn't pull your panties off and jerk off on you cause you'd know in the morning just from the large quantity so she had to jerk off into her hand first and then take a bit and finger it into you, just enough so you weren't suspicious in the morning when you felt stickier than usual, she wished she could do this while you were awake but it had to be when you were asleep, she would still want you in her life even after her soulmate so if you knew you'd likely try to leave when it got closer to the curse breaking which she wouldn't allow.

She was completely willing to reject her soulmate just for you when the time came until two weeks ago when you brushed past her in the kitchen and she could instantly feel the curse was over and you were her soulmate. It all instantly made sense to her as to why you seemed much more important than her soulmate, the one thing she had longed for, it was because you WERE that soulmate. She couldn't stop herself from lifting you onto the kitchen counter and instantly drilling you until you lost all the thoughts in your pretty head, even as you squirmed and protested she couldn't bring herself to care about your comfort at the moment, all those months of frustration of not being able to just straight up fuck you were finally being released all at once, besides even as you tried to push her off your pussy clenched around her so she could tell you just wanted her to go even harder secretly, you liked this silly noncon fantasy you were doing so she was more than happy to oblige.

It was extremely upsetting the next day however, after she'd pounded you to exhaustion on every surface of the house that you didn't exit your room or speak to her at all, she left you alone for the time being though and went back to fingering her cum back into you as you slept because you were likely just worn out, there was no way you could be angry at her, nothing your sister and now soulmate did to you could be wrong but maybe she hadn't explained you were her soulmate enough before you fucked and that's what you're upset about, in which case she'd need to remedy that by wine and dining you.

She didn't usually like having people in your house because then they'd get to see her pretty little sister and might turn out to be your soulmate and then she'd lose you forever but she'd brought in a chef from the temple dedicated to her soulmate because she knew they wouldn't have ulterior motives and would want to make this first date very successful and told them to make all of your favorite dishes, she didn't know which one you'd want tonight but that didn't matter, you could have any of them and then eat the leftovers later or something.

You fought her when she dragged you out of the room towards the dining room where she'd set the table really fancy just for you but you quieted down when she growled at you and forced you to sit at the table. Your noncon fantasy was cute at first but now it was just starting to get on her nerves, it was all cute and fun to pretend she's forcing herself on you occasionally but there had to be a balance, she needed at least some affection from you. You didn't get more affectionate when she made sure you knew she was your mate though, you told her you wanted to reject the bond, you two couldn't possibly be together, she was a bad person for forcing herself on you the other night and while she demanded you to give up that stupid fantasy, you wouldn't relent though and the chef ran out of the house pretty much as soon as the dishes were done because they knew she was at her tipping point even if her idiot little sister couldn't realize that.

"You ungrateful brat, I do everything to keep you happy in our home but you can't just be nice for a single fucking date. I wanted to wine and dine you but this new bratty streak of yours is making that impossible. What must I do to get you to realize, everything that happens between mates is right. You're my sister so anything I want to do to you can never be bad." She flung you over her shoulder and carried you to her room ignoring your meager attempts to get her to let go and dropped you on her bed.

"Let me go asshole." She tutted, those words really don't belong in her pretty sisters head, she'd make to to thoroughly retrain that mouth of yours after she showed you that you were entirely hers first though. She ripped your clothing off and pulled down her pants beginning to jack off over you like she did almost nightly except now she no longer had to make sure it didn't shoot all over you.

"You wanna hear something funny, dove? I've been stuffing you with my cum for months now while you slept," You whimpered, shaking your head back and forth aggressively like you were trying to will yourself to believe she was lying but you knew she wouldn't lie about that. "I kept wishing you were my soulmate so my seed could take root in you. I bet you'd like that, you'd get off on having your sister 'forcibly' impregnate you, stuck with me forever, I bet that's one of those little roleplays you have in mind. Don't worry I'll fulfill that wish dove."

"N-no, I don't want it, p-please stop."

"We'll make such a great family dove, don't worry I'll rub lotion on your belly every day so it doesn't hurt and pay extra loving to your tits when they get sore. You won't refuse my affection then cause having me near you will feel oh so soothing. I know you like your noncon fantasies, but you know what fantasy I like better, dove? A stockholm syndrome fantasy." She finished on your chest sighing contently as she watched the fear in your eyes as she grew hard again instantly. "Don't worry, I'll stuff you full every night just so it can come true little dove. Just wait patiently."

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc selene #tw.noncon #tw.incest #tw.pregnancy #tw.pseudocest

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That ask about Shiala made me remember a thing I often thought and giggled about - One night the Yang crew went out drinking and dancing and competing over who could get the most people to give them their number (contact info, comm frequency or whatever) and obviously Sam won.

Please enlighten me! How?! Did he actually flirt? Did he make the people think that he flirted? Did he bully them into giving him their number? Did he let them know about the bet and made them play along?

And what did Kaidan think about it? Did he even try to win or did he sulk about Sam charming people all over the place?

And what about Sam? What did he think about Kaidan flirting around?

Ahaha, I have actually tried to write this a couple of times - including as a first kiss AU - and just not been successful. This is in part because Kaidan did get too sulky about it and the tone wasn't right for something that was supposed to be stupid, idiot, squad fun, and part of it because I do not know how to write about hitting on people in bars. XD

But I can tell you this: Sam wins because he doesn't try. He's not interested in anyone but has a lot of confidence and is insanely comfortable in his own skin. So he's a magnet for people who want to get in his pants. All he has to do is turn off the death stare that he uses to repel people.

Aslany is too hostile. If anything she probably winds up with a one night stand and no phone numbers. Clay doesn't win because he he's a quality over quantity kind of guy. At some point, Kara resorts to flashing people and probably nearly gets arrested, which further slows down Clay (though he probably manages to get the number of the person trying to throw Kara in the brig).

And Kaidan is just...not built for this, lol.

Eh, what the hell. This is what I wrote for that abandoned first kiss AU based on the Phone Number Contest:

“You know, this may be the first time I’ve been hit on so kindly by someone who would clearly prefer to be hitting on someone else.” The brunette woman sitting at the bar swirls the toothpick in her martini, eyebrow raised as Kaidan sighs and leans an elbow on the counter.

“Sorry.” Someone bumps his elbow trying to get to the bartender, and Kaidan shoots them an irritated look. The Space Bar is flooded with people tonight. Between the asari pop cover band on the stage in the back – humans shouldn’t cover asari songs; it just doesn’t sound right – and the overlapping conversations getting louder with each drink, it’s quickly becoming his least favorite place.

“You don’t do this often, do you?” the brunette asks, lip curving in a smile. She is attractive. No denying that. Beaudoin would be interested. Aslany, maybe.

Interested isn’t the point, he reminds himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, Shepard laughs as the woman he’s talking to across the room at a high-top table drops her shoulder and leans in closer. Kaidan takes a long, deliberate sip of his drink. The brunette follows his eye.

“He’s quite handsome, by the way.”

“I’m sorry?” The damn music is way too loud.

She nods towards Shepard. “He’s not into men, I’m guessing?”

A flush burns Kaidan’s neck. He’s not into anything, Kaidan almost says, but isn’t so far gone on the whiskey to let that thought slip out into the open. Though, if he drinks much faster, this damned game isn’t going to end with a winner – it’s going to end with someone peeling Kaidan off the floor.

He steals another glance at Shepard, who has parted ways with the woman and is now on his way back to the bar, pausing to waggle a subtle eyebrow in Kaidan’s direction before settling in to wait for the next one. He’s the only person Kaidan knows who can wear BDUs like they were tailored to fit him.

How the hell is he good at everything? Never in Shepard’s life has he wanted to pick someone up in a bar, yet an hour into this fucking game he’s had six people try and pick him up, and those are just the ones Kaidan’s seen.

“It’s, uh. It’s not. He’s not….” Kaidan clears his throat. “What did you say?”

At least she looks genuinely amused rather than ready to throw a drink in his face.

Kara Pendergrass chooses that moment to run up and practically barrel into his lap, nearly spilling his drink. “I fucking got one, can you believe this shit? People will do anything to see a pair of tits. Sex is so fucking weird.”

The brunette’s eyebrows nearly arch off of her head. Kaidan inserts himself between Pendergrass and the brunette, and apologizes. “Please don’t mind her. She means well.”

Pendergrass looks from him to the woman, then leans over Kaidan’s shoulder. “He’s a nice guy who puts up with a lot of shit, and you should give him your phone number. Because if you don’t, Beaudoin is going to win and I’ll have to watch him gloat about it for a week.”

Kaidan sets his drink on the bar, grabs Pendergrass by both shoulders and steers her away, apologizing over his shoulder to the wide-eyed brunette. They bump into at least four people before they find an open pocket that’s even closer to the dance floor and the crooning band.

“Why?” he demands.

“Come on,” she says with a grin. “She was gonna give it to you.”

“Hardly.”

She slugs him in the shoulder. “People like you, LT. Think it’s your face. If you tried not looking miserable, you might have more luck.”

Elsewhere in the bar, someone shrieks. Kaidan looks over his shoulder, fervently hoping he doesn’t know the cause, and sees Aslany standing over a very dismayed serviceman who is now wearing his drink.

“Fucking hell,” Kaidan mutters under his breath, already moving towards her, but Beaudoin gets there first, like he’d been keeping tabs on her the whole time. In the blink of an eye, Beaudoin is buying him a drink, escorting him away, and probably gets his phone number in the process.

…Did they plan that?

Are they a team? His competitive side flares up a little. Maybe more than a little.

#swaps replies #dinchenrockt #mshenko #kaidan alenko #how was this going to eventually lead to a first kiss?#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#which is part of why it never went anywhere #snippet

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 14

Geralt and Jaskier shuffled through the back door, arms loaded with bags of sodas. They headed straight for the kitchen and began unpacking.

It was D&D night, so Yennefer might not have thought twice about the large quantity of drinks they were hauling in. But there were two little details that set warning bells off in her head.

1. Geralt had already gone out two days earlier and bought drinks and snacks for their weekly game night. 2. Every single soda in the bags was Sprite. Both Geralt and Jaskier favored colas, and Eskel was the only one of the Witchers that preferred Sprite. What where they doing with all that Sprite?

Something asinine this way comes. Yennefer thought to herself as she eyed the men suspiciously from the kitchen doorway. Jaskier was openly smiling at her, eyes glowing merrily. Geralt was avoiding looking at her all together.

Dumbf**kery was definitely afoot.

"You want to play with us?" Jaskier asked excitedly, "We're going to do The Sprite Challenge!"

"The what--?" Before Yennefer could finish asking her question, Jaskier opened a bottle of soda and downed the whole thing in one go, pausing only to breathe and give the carbonation burn time to fade. Then he stood there expectantly.

Mentally trying to regain her footing, Yennefer glanced at Geralt. The Witcher was watching Jaskier excitedly.

The seconds ticked by.

Feeling as if she was supposed to give some sort of commentary, Yennefer said, "Er, congratulations? You drank an entire bottle of Sprite all--!"

The rest of what Yennefer said was drowned out by the almighty belch that erupted from Jaskier. It was long, loud, and carried the faint scent of lemon-lime. Geralt and Jaskier laughing ecstatically, gave each other a celebratory high-five.

What the h*ll, a girl had to have fun sometimes. Yennefer gave up trying to be the mature one, and joined her two idiots, cheering them on and recording the proceedings.

"Your turn, big guy!" Jaskier announced. Geralt nodded, twisted the top off a Sprite, and chugged it. The liquid swirled in a little tornado as it disapeared down Geralt's throat. There was a moment of silence, before Geralt made a noise like a Skellige fog horn.

Guffaws erupted, and the process was repeated, with time in between for stomachs and bladders to empty. While they waited for the next round, Jaskier and Geralt took turns trying to belch their names and various obscenities.

Geralt and Jaskier: * chug Sprite*

Jaskier: *bear with a bellyache*

Geralt: *Semi truck engine braking*

Jaskier: *sound like someone ripping a***

Geralt: *goose honk*

Jaskier: *sound like a toilet unclogging*

Yennefer decided to give it a try herself. Jaskier and Geralt cheered her on as she downed her soda. Seconds later, she opened her mouth and out came a string of garbled noises that sounded like the syllables of the blackest magic spell ever spoken.

"Holy f**k!" Jaskier laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Did you just curse someone?" Geralt chortled.

"Was it just me, or did you see snakes come out of her boots and a black cloud swirl around her?"

"Oh, f**k you both!" Yennefer grumbled.

"I'd rather *garbled burp* a nekker!" Jaskier retorted.

"That's not much of an insult, considering you'd f**k anything with a hole in it!"

Jaskier: *affronted gasp*

"Scr*bber!"

"B*llend!"

"M*ngebag!"

"A*semonger!"

Geralt decided to intervene before the tit-for-tat escalated. The Witcher chugged a Sprite, tossed the bottle aside, and assumed the belching position. The distraction worked, and Yennefer and Jaskier forgot about their bantering and waited with bated breath.

Geralt grimaced, and then *dying humpback whale noises*

The three of them immediately lost their sh*t. They howled maniacally, holding their sides and leaning on whatever surface was close by.

Laughing on a belly full of carbonated liquid turned out to be risky business.

Geralt and Jaskier both laughed so hard they spewed.

One minute Yennefer was laughing at the ridiculous noise Geralt had made, and the next, her laughter turned to exclamations of surprised disgust. Puke fountained onto the floor as Geralt and Jaskier chucked whiteys. It rolled and splattered, and Yennefer was just doing her best to get the h*ll out of the way.

The vomiting petered out, turning to dry heaves before stopping. Yennefer helped them to the living room, settling them on the couches, then went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

She was not one to use magic for mundane things that she could do herself, but this time, she made an exception. She was not going to clean up this mess by hand. She spelled the kitchen clean with a wave of her hand, then returned to the living room and her two dumba**es.

She knew their stomachs were probably feeling a bit queasy, so she cheerfully offered them something to help.

"Here, have some Sprite, it will settle your stomachs!"

*Symphony of groans*

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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I got a cute fan message wanting another version of this scene. I will try my best.

You were working on the computer and watching video logs of Jake Sully about his lessons with the native Navis.

You smiled. Your planet earth was overdeveloped with technologies and hardly any plants. Quantity and no quality. You hoped to live a cozy life in Pandora.

That is what mister Selfridge promised. And you were a damn fool to believe it.

Suddenly, you were summoned to the main computer room of the base.

By none other than the infamous Colonel Quaritch.

Great.

That jerk was sadly your Daddy. He would whisper in the ear of the head boss Selfridge and persuade him to stop the funding of the Avatar program.

You had no choice but to persuade that brute. By giving your virgin pussy to him. He seemed to like the deal.

But sadly, it was not a one time thing. The jerk seemed to enjoy you. Instead of sleeping with him once or twice. He would do it multiple times a day. Then he said he wanted you to be with him like a damn couple. He made you move in his room. You couldn't call yourself his girlfriend. A sex slave. For the sake of humanity and their future with Pandora.

You actually were scared of him. He was violent and a bully. You avoided his bad side by being a submissive housewife. But, you witnessed it.

He would control everything about you. He would force you to wear clothes that were too tight or revealing. He would mock your vegan lifestyle and make you eat meat. Your religion forbade alcohol and he would make you drink beer and wine.

You hated him. Not to mention he was too old for you.

You walked to the assigned room and sucked in a breath. Now what?

The colonel noticed you come and he used his index finger to motion you to come towards him. You did as you were told. He pushed you down to sit on the office chair. He ordered you to check the security video of a Navi attacking his cruiser. It was blurred. You cleared it up and to your shock. It was your friend, Jake Sully.

Uh oh.

"son of a bitch." Selfridge said. "Unbelievable."

You looked up to see the Colonel with a deadly look on his face. As if he was ready to kill...

He clenched his jaw and began to walk. His subordinates followed him. "Get me a pilot." He ordered.

"yes, sir."

You got up from your seat and speed walked to the fuming man. "Colonel, please don't stop the link in process. Your men are in the wrong for invading their forest." You were next to his shoulder.

He abruptly stopped and looked over his shoulder towards you. He glared. "Confine her in my quarters!"

Two marine soldiers surrounded you and blocked your path from the Colonel.

....

You were escorted to the shared room with the Colonel. The door was locked. Now what? Poor Navis. Poor Grace and Jake.

You sat on the bed and waited.

It was hours and then the door opened.

The Colonel came with that damn smirk on his face. Must be bad news.

"what did you do?" You whispered.

He grinned. His straight white teeth showing. "Get ready, sweetheart. We are celebrating our victory over the savages and that big ass tree."

You gasped. "What have you done?"

He shrugged. "My job."

He went to the closet and pulled out a long backless black dress. "Wear this."

The jerk didn't bother to allow you to change in the bathroom or leave you alone. He made you change in front of him. It was humiliating. You never loved his stares.

After putting makeup, you two arrived at the party. The Marines and other soldiers had a huge bar room. The Colonel led you to a table and made you sit next to him. Everyone was cruelly cheering and acting stupid as they drank.

You bowed your head in guilt. You helped Selfridge and the Colonel to destroy the Navi's home. You were no better than Quaritch.

You watched the said man talking to his friends or whatever. Subordinates. Like walker, Zdog and that Lyle.

They were laughing like dogs over the innocent Navis they killed. Devils.

If you knew this would happen, you would have never arrived at the base.

You became a sex slave for a jerk for nothing.

All of it was a waste.

"why the long face, sexy?"

You looked up to see a drunk soldier.

You said nothing and looked away.

" playing hard to get? Fine."

He grabbed your forearm and made you stand up from your seat. You squirmed and struggled.

Then he was pulled away. "idiot, that's the Colonel's girl."

Lyle pushed the jerk to the ground and all eyes were on you

The Colonel came and looked pissed. He barked some orders and the man was dragged away to who knows where. Then he narrowed his eyes at you.

You flinched in fear. What did you do wrong? You were minding your business.

The Colonel grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar room. You were too scared to say anything. He led you to his room and pushed you in. You stumbled on your heels and fell on the cold hard floor.

You looked up and saw the Colonel stripping.

"Colonel, I think your drunk. You should sleep." You stood up.

The man glared. " I didn't ask for your opinion." He pushed you on his bed.

....

The next morning, you had to shower early and deal with the Colonel's hangover. He had a massive headache and was vomiting. You cleaned after him and gave him medicine.

Sadly, it was his day off. His shift will start tomorrow in the early morning.

So, the whole day, you had to have sex with him again and again. Cook for him. Clean. It was so boring and dull.

The Colonel finally left for his night shift.

You were alone. You decided to see your friends at the lab. That is where a knock on the door came.

It was Trudy, she told you of her and Max's plan to help Grace, Jake, and Norm escape. You agreed to help.

You made her go outside and get the chopper ready while you went to the prison room and pretended to serve coffee for your three friends.

The plan was running smooth. All of you arrived outside to the chopper. Trudy turned it on but suddenly.

There were bullets shooting ad you tried to help Jake on the chopper. Norm tried to pull you inside the chopper but you slipped and fell on the ground.

"go without me!"

Your friends left and now you got detained. You knew you will get punished.

And punished you did. The Colonel beat you by whipping your back and ass. He then saw the security tape of you using Trudy's gun to knock out the prison security guard by pretending to give your friends coffee

"you're a slick cunning cock!" Quaritch hissed

"no matter. I won't be swayed by your charms. Women were always the mother of all evil."

The subordinates of Quaritch heard your screams as you got tortured. Lyle pitied you and Fike had a weird expression on his face.

Luckily, Selfridge summoned Quaritch and he stopped torturing you and had to leave

#yandere miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 2 months

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[NSFW AU] Forest god Shuichi, bounty hunter Kokichi

Bunny: i didn't think Too deeply on it but basically. roaming bounty hunter kokichi + monster shuuichi kokichi gets in over his head :)c probably vine tentacles involved, because i like those [a little bit later] forest cryptid shuuichi…mmm good stuff the people who hired kokichi to kill him are maybe Not Great they kept fucking with his home it's not his fault he had to dissolve them like a pitcher plant can i add seed ovi

Me: Yes Do it

Bunny: they think kokichi's dead bc he doesn't come out of the woods SNDKHBJJFG

Me: He lives there now Becomes a planter, the way he's full of seedlings

Bunny: he does leave sometimes to take care of business but mostly. happy vine time his feet rarely touch the ground anymore. shuuichi spoils him

Me: Oh? Carries him around or keeps him in bed?

Bunny: i think mostly literally holds him up in his vines shuuichi is the forest, to some extent …does he have a bed, actually?? MAYBE THAT'S WHY KOKICHI HAS TO LEAVE SNDBJFJG u get kidnapped by a hot cryptid and he doesn't even have a house smh

Me: Mossy nest

Bunny: mossy nest could also work!!! comfy little cave

Hina: Is Shuichi a plant?

Bunny: shuuichi is a cryptid/monster that's like. the avatar of a forest? its spirit, but also its guardian

Hina: So do plants grow in him?

Me: I think in this case the seeds have to go Become airborne as seeds do Find some soil to settle into

Bunny: also, airborne??? what do you mean by that bc i can not be seeing the same image you are

Me: I don't have access to translator now but I mean like When the stuff from trees just fly off and people have allergies to that

Bunny: okay yeah i did understand we were having different ideas of the size of these seeds i'm pretty sure

Me: I assumed that they're tiny and in a huge quantity Seeds just suggest that idea

Bunny: they do!! however i usually go for Very Large bc it's fun to me

Me: Like. I thought of tiny orchidea seeds, bc orchideas are cursed with those so I was made to read about that once See, that was fitting in the mer au, but if Shuichi IS the forest then it makes sense he'd have A Lot

Bunny: ooohh that's true but how would that Feel

Me: Grainy cum Not dry tho Just textured Like chia seeds in a drink But more density [everyone disliked that, idk why]

Beez: in my head shuichi just looks like millennial tree

Me: In my he has like a gown with moss covered vines and flowers holding it together Flowers in his hair too, maybe elfish ears, probably lil antlers

Apollo: Okay but if Shuichi is the forest, does he have eyes everywhere? Like he sees everyone coming to destroy his home/him then sees a cute hunter and goes You. You're gonna be mine now.

Bunny: yes, yes he does :) kokichi never stood a chance :) i can't believe this was started over me liking swordkichi a little Too much [design from the official anthology]

Apollo: Imagine just walking into the forest to get rid of a creature but the whole ass FOREST decides you're its pet/partner or whatever now

Bunny: he was gonna melt him into bone soup but he sensed a pure heart and pretty face ok

Apollo: No need to live pay check to pay check when the forest is constantly fucking and breeding you

Dra: Damn does he do that [melt someone] to anyone else when Kokichi can see

Bunny: not when he can see he's very big, he can take care of forest-killers and his favorite pet simultaneously

Me: Feeding his favorite human handpicked berries and honey

Apollo: He's made him a little flower crown that won't die and is making sure he only eats the best things possible

Me: Tries to feed him bugs too, to get him some protein, never again, lesson learned

Apollo: LOOK HE'S USED TO KILLING HUMANS NOT TAKING CARE OF THEM. THERE'S BOUND TO BE A LEARNING CURVE

Bunny: kokichi is half-awake and being lazily fucked so he only realizes when he feels a leg wiggle against his lips IF ONLY THERE WAS BOOKS ON HUMAN CARE he's Struggling i jusg think. kokichi being suspended above the forest floor, strange smooth vines stuffed in every hole large enough, dizzily wondering what theyre pumping into him he's having a very blissed out time kokichi accidentally cuts his hand after gripping onto shuuichi's antlers and shuuichi is HORRIFIED he's pretty sure kokichi is Actually Dying

Apollo: He's never seen blood and Kokichi is currently too blissed out to notice that he's bleeding

Bunny: IN HIS EXPERIENCE HUMANS ARE FUCKEASY TO KILL OK HE JUST DROPS THE GROUND OUT FROM UNDER EM A LITTLE AND THEY EXPLODE he should probably have a much more intimate knowledge of death than this being a forest god but. it's funny

Apollo: Okay but Kokichi accidentally gags when his mouth is being fucked and Shuichi freaks out at that because does that mean he did something bad???? Kokichi seemed to like it though??? He's hopeless at caring for his little human but he's trying his best

Bunny: im imagining their first meeting,, maybe shuuichi's forest is extremely sheltered and humans have only recently started trying to "develop" it.. kokichi shrieking and swinging his sword around while vines hoist him higher and higher they start stripping him and he thinks he's about to die but they just end up poking around curiously wherever they can reach, trying to figure him out

Apollo: Shuichi that's not how you properly get a boyfriend smh

Bunny: he doesn;t know that!! he IS the forest there's nothing for him outside of it

Apollo: Shuichi appears but is absolutely zero help because he also starts poking Kokichi in curiosity

Bunny: he thinks shuuichi is there to help but no, he just wanted to feel kokichi's interesting textures more clearly the human makes cute noises when he pokes him there :D

Beez: would that mean cutting it down hurts him. .. . .

Bunny: yes sometimes death is a natural part of the forest lifecycle but you can't cut him all the way down and expect him to live

Beez: yeah i imagined if it happened naturally he would be fine but if there was smth interfering he would Feel it

Apollo: Kokichi tries to kick him and Shu just pouts because he doesn't know how to respond. He's just interested in this cutie

Bunny: kokichi tries to bite him and gets a vine stuffed in his mouth

Me: This is where verbal communication ought to step in

Bunny: when does verbal communication ever work when kokichi's involved /j

Apollo: This isn't how Kokichi wanted to be seen in front of a hot forest spirit damn it. He couldn't even flirt before getting naked /j

Kai: Human try developing Shuichi's forest and Kokichi is just "AW HELL NAH THAT GUY FUCKED ME TOO GOOD FOR YOU TO UP AND KILL HIM!"

Apollo: "We hired you to kill that guy!" "HE GAVE ME THE BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE! HOW AM I MEANT TO KILL HIM AFTER THAT????"

Bunny: maybe the fantasy seeds he has kokichi incubate are replacements for the killed trees OOO

Dra: I'm sorry but my mind just went to that fucking bird (there is a type of tree that doesn't grow unless the bird eats the seeds first)

Me: Yeah, the forest grown since Kokichi came around

Me: I was thinking something a lil more lovey dovey when you said he stayes in the forest

Bunny: it's lovey-dovey once they get past the Poking phase. shuuichi is very curious and has literally no idea what boundaries are maybe kokichi offers him a deal,,,like 'u can keep touching me wherever as long as you promise to stop eating people'. he does not have his sword and has literally no way to enforce this and is also currently wiggling toward shuuichi's hand but it's fine he's a very serious business man shuuichi is very diligent about aftercare even though he has no idea what that is and tries to feed him a bug he goes "well some of the animals like this" and pulls kokichi into his lap to start petting him humans need protein he's pretty sure he's doing his best

Apollo: Throws touch starved Kokichi into this /j

Bunny: funny you say that :)c the implications of kokichi being a wandering bounty hunter are that he has nowhere to go Home to, yeah? would also explain why he stays in the forest,,,

Apollo: Kokichi really went from being alone and living paycheck to paycheck to being taken care of by the forest itself

Kai: "I got no home but the willow maid fucked me good and hard so i think i like it here"

Bunny: kokichi is like 'stop it i'm not a pet >:(' and shuuichi is like b̶̀̌ȗ̶̏t̷̅̈ ̷̏̚ḯ̷̋ ̵͒̀c̵̃an ̵̓̏s̵͐͠m̷̃͑e̷̎͝l̸̂͗l̸̀ that ̚i̸͗t mak̷̃̎e̶s you ̷̅̚h̵͑̒ä̸͠p̵̎̂p̴̢̆y̵?

Kai: does Kokichi ever repay ;) him

Bunny: yes frequently

Kai: can a forest get off?

Bunny: nnnnot…really? at least in my interpretation he enjoys seeing kokichi happy maybe he finally decides to manifest himself some genitals to see what all this fuss is about NSDJBHSHDGJ

Kai: does he at least smooch Shuichi?

Bunny: YES shuuichi tells him that he is not a baby bird and does not need to be fed. then he tells him to do it again because it felt nice

Apollo: I'm crying because imagine if he made his dick real big because he's not sure what a good size is meant to be

Bunny: kokichi is munching grapes and watching him like no…a little bigger…little smaller…move that a little bit to the left…

Kai: peppers his face in kisses and Shuichi has no clue what he's doing but makes the correct assumption that it's a human sign of affection sorta like wolf licks and accepts it

Bunny: he does it back very clumsily it's too hard and knocks kokichi over (shuuichi vc) ẁ̷͑h̶̎͑a̵͂́ṫ̸͘ ̷̟̈i̶͌͆s̷̉ th̆e̷̽̕ ̵̑̾p̵͑̏o̶͒̕ǐ̷͠nt of t̶͋̚h̸is? ̛i̴̛ have ̓̔ă̵͝l̴̈́̿ṙ̵̐e̸̚̚ạ̸̈dy reprodụ̸͛c̶̛̃ȅ̶̈́d̸̆̕ ̸͐throug̃͠h̸̖̏ ̴you,̿ i do n̸͝͝ò̶̓t̵̂̽ ̴̒́n̴͛̈́e̵͌͊e̴d mammalī̴͘a̴͂̀n̷̾̈́ ̶̔͘feature̷͘͠ṡ̷̆-̴͑

Apollo: Okay but how long would it take for Kokichi to be able to understand him or can he understand him off the bat?

Bunny: he can understand him, he just rarely speaks and his voice is unnerving and layered like all the trees are speaking at once :D and the trees are DOWN TO FUCK- im gonna say there's no elk in his forest. just so kokichi doesn't have to hear his partner make the elk honk

Kai: he's better at birdcalls anyways why can i see him taking Kokichi's clothes off when they meet cause he doesn't understand clothes and thinks the human just got caught in something weird what buisness does a forest spirit have wearing clothes anyways

Apollo: Kokichi trying to explain that he sorta needs clothes and Shuichi does that little head tilt that dogs do because he just doesn't understand

Bunny: i think part of the reason he keeps kokichi is because of how INTERESTING he is. he's making offended noises about shuuichi taking him out of his strange false-skin one second and the next he smells like pleasure because shuuichi touched his chest NOT THE HEAD TILT…. with those antlers bro'd probably knock something over

Apollo: Shu can use magic right? Can he make it that Kokichi is no longer human (at least fully) cause humans don't last forever you know?

Kai: connect him to the forest become one with the moss

Bunny: yes, but it takes kokichi several decades to realize time is Weird okay. he was too busy getting fucked all the time to realize he wasn't aging- he could've ASKED about the mysterious green goo shuuichi was pumping into him it's his own fault really now there's TWO scary forest spirits, good job morons

Kai: what made Kokichi finally realize?

Bunny: would be funny if some humans came through and he realized his clothes were WILDLY out of fashion now bc remember this all started from an outfit

Bunny: hey do you think shuuichi has to be taught what holes are okay like does he go ok mouth makes him happy. ass makes him happy. time to try the urethra- IT WAS AN APPROPRIATELY-SIZED VINE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY KOKICHI IS SCREAMING!!!!!!

Beez: are u saying he tried to stick it in his ears or smth a NOOOOOO

Bunny: he tries this too but kokichi thinks he's being silly and laughs it off mistake

Kai: god help him

Bunny: god just tried to stick a vine in his dick

Kai: Shuichi finds out it doesn't feel good going in the dick, but the dick going into something sure does

Apollo: Does Shuichi switch between parts or does he just have both at the same time?

Bunny: shuuichi is smooth like a barbie doll

Kai: both is more badass he either has both or none, there is no inbetween

Bunny: he grows whatever kokichi is interested in that day, if they're having face-to-face sex actually both might add to the 'divine' feeling like. he Is life to some extent.. maybe shuuichi eventually lets some people move in,,, just be respectful to the earth and leave offerings of human food with neat textures on the shrine and you'll be alright he's grown strangely fond of humans lately! imagine that

Apollo: Everyone remembers the stories of the forest killing people but nope. Forest dude is calm as long as you're respectful and leave little snacks

Bunny: just…don't seek an audience with him. he'll probably grant you whatever you ask, but is it really worth him having a squirming man in his lap the whole time…?? shuuichi doesn't see the problem

Apollo: Does Kokichi still look 100% human or does he have more fae like features now? (I dunno how to explain it lmao)

Bunny: i think he slowly gains them over the years never as much as shuuichi. but enough to be a little unnerving,, he wanders the villages vaguely unnerving everyone around

Apollo: He would though. He just walks away and everyone rushes into their houses because that's the forest's like boyfriend? Husband? Queen? Theyr'e not sure but they know not to mess with him

Bunny: he brings back lost children

Apollo: He has enough common sense to put on at least a skirt when he leaves the house only Shu gets to see him 100% naked

Bunny: he's wearing the same fucking clothes from several hundred years ago they don't age either, don't question it

Apollo: That would sorta suit the forest spirit vibe though

Bunny: it really does! he's killing it by shoving the offerings into his mouth like a goblin though

Kai: dude dressed in ancient samuri clothes who's rumored to be the spouce of the foreset spirit walks into town-

Apollo: He brings his sword around as well despite not needing it. It's badass okay? It's just annoying trying to return these lost kids to their parents while they're trying to mess with the sword He's sorta missed human food okay

Bunny: they ask him to teach them

Beez: what if he gets a new sword that sorta wraps around his wrist n whenever he wants to bring it out it uncurls

Apollo: He saves the kid of like a rich family and finds a shiny new magic sword among the offerings He sends a bird with a thank you note to their house and the village realizes that they don't just have to offer food. Kokichi also likes shiny stuff People start to think Kokichi is like a crow so whenever he comes to the village, he's wearing new shiny stuff they left for him

Bunny: that cave is about to get So Crowded that's why he walks so weird…he's got bird feets….. definitely……..

Apollo: Kokichi plays along with it and Shu says fuck it and like magics some wings for him because he finds it cute that everyone is calling him a crow

Bunny: (chanting) wing sex, wing sex, wing sex-

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #kokichi oma #made by me #writing prompt #writing inspiration

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copias-sewer-rat · 7 months

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If you still do asks, (you can say no!), but could I request a Mm something with the different Papas taking care of/comforting reader who deals with digestive issues?

(I deal with GERD, acid reflux and some days I literally get symptoms/pain so bad I just curl up and don’t wanna do anything 🥺)

Hi darling! I do asks of course! It might take me a bit to write them because I don’t have much free time lately but I get them done in the end.

I am so so sorry you have to deal with that... to (hopefully) make you feel better here you have the Papas taking care of a reader that deals with digestive issues.

(I tried to make this as GN as possible, hope you don’t mind, I wasn’t sure if you were asking for a m/m relationship so I didn’t want to risk it.)

I. Primo

- Primo is an old man, that we know, but with age there also comes wisdom. He is no stranger to chronic pains or illnesses. His experience has taken him to create what most siblings of sin and even his brothers consider to be the most infallible methods to fight any sickness or health disruptions.

- For sure he has also dealt with gastrointestinal issues, not all foods that he eats stay the same in his stomach as when he was younger. Nonetheless, he has learned what things to avoid.

- Primo had helped you in the past, to the point of considering each other very close, even intimate. You had tried everything he had suggested to you previously, but lately your pain had become unbearable, you needed something else.

- When you come to his quarters in search of a “magical cure” for your pain, skin pale and glossy eyes, he leaves everything that he is doing in that moment to take care of you.

- He doesn’t want you to move an inch so he lets you sleep on his bed. He lends you one of his sleeping gowns, big, long and fresh so you feel all the comfort.

- Before that however, Primo makes you dinner in his private kitchenette. He knows the importance of an appropriate diet when dealing with those sorts of problems. His go to “remedy” is water with non-citrus fruits, he will add whichever fruit you prefer. He will also make you whichever food you might want (but it need to be appropriate for your condition so mostly salads or oats).

-Primo will make you sit on his lap and will feed you small bits so you can digest your food properly, whispering how good you are doing and telling you that you will feel better soon. With the dinner he also gives you one of his most potent remedies, one that also makes you sleepy.

-You need to stay awake for a bit making your digestion before going to bed so Primo will ask for you to tell him how your day was or any anecdote that comes to mind. He will listen attentively drawing circles on your back until you fall asleep in his arms, finally taking you to his bed for a good night of rest.

II. Secondo

-Secondo doesn’t know much about gastrointestinal issues. He smokes, drinks and eats all types of food and in such quantities that if done by any normal person it would leave them in a comatose state.

-However, when you come to him in search of comfort, he will research everything he can about your condition and how to make you feel better.

-He is hesitant about helping you because he considers himself to be a bit of a brute, but seeing you in such state gives him the courage to try his best.

-Secondo will follow down to the t every single tip he finds online. Whatever food might help you he will cook, whatever medicine might make you feel better he will go and find.

-If you cannot move much he will carry you anywhere and help you with whichever task: showering, bathing, brushing your hair, whatever you might need.

-Like Primo, he will carry you to his own bed to rest, hugging you, a pillow between you two, pressed on your stomach to alleviate as much pain as possible.

-If by any chance you wake up in the middle of the night with pain or in need to vomit he will be by your side, pressing a cold towel to your forehead, rubbing your back and arms in slow motions which makes your blood move.

-He will reassure you that everything will be fine, that he is not going anywhere and that the pain will pass.

-You believe him of course, how could you not when he smiles at you so warmly and with such confidence. His positiveness rubs on you and some of the pain fades away.

-The rest of the night you sleep soundly in his arms.

III. Terzo

-Poor Terzo doesn’t know what to do to help you, so he calls Omega to carry you around.

-He goes to Primo for help. Terzo bursts in first, screaming pleads with exaggerated stereotypical Italian hand motions. If you were not in such pain you would surely laugh at his antics.

-Omega is very tender with you, he moves slowly so as to not make you feel worse.

-Primo instructs Terzo in what to do, how to make you feel better and what medicines might be the best.

-If Primo told him 5 medicines that might help you, Terzo is going to get the five of them.

-As instructed by Terzo, Omega will carry you to Terzo’s bed after you have taken your medicine.

-They will let you sleep as much as you want and if you ask, both of them will join you in your slumber.

-Your body will be pressed against Terzo’s and Omega’s chests. You would feel like a cat nested in a fort of pillows, thankful for all the contact and pressure.

-The attention makes you forget most of your pain, only leaving the usual reflex. When those occur, Terzo will squeeze you tighter, signing Italian lullabies to you until you go back to sleep, safe and sound next to him.

IV. Copia

-Like Terzo, Copia is stressed™ at seeing you in pain.

-He sweeps you off your feet and takes you to the infirmary in a rush. He almost trips a couple of times and he got lost a few times also, which wasn’t the best for your condition but he apologized profusely every time something happened that made you wince.

-He rushes every nurse there to get you anything that might help.

-The nurses can’t help but roll their eyes at how stressed he is. He is making such a fuzz that the nurses threaten him with kicking him out if he does not behave.

-The nurses recommend that you stay the night in the infirmary, so of course Copia is going to stay with you.

-He takes an armchair and places it next to your bed.

-To make you feel better he sneaks in one of his rats for you to pet and cuddle with.

-As he feels you drifting off because of the medicine, he will also try to sleep in his chair, his hand extended to hold yours during the entirety of the night.

-If at any point you wake up in pain or in need to vomit, just like Secondo, Copia will be there for you, helping you in any way possible.

-After that he will even join you in the very small infirmary bed, holding you close, rubbing your stomach so as to try to ease your pain.

- You drift off to the feeling of loving kisses on the back of your neck, feeling so much better.

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Hope this could help a bit, also hope you get better soon darling, lots of love to you🖤

For now my ask box is always open so do not hesitate to ask for something you might want to read.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #gonst #ghost #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa secondo #papa terzo #papa emeritus 2 #papa ii #papaemeritus #papa copia #copia #ghost the band bc #ask box

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