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#🌙.vent#i'll fix my account by the end of the week but. i feel so empty right now this hurts so much#i haven't been doing well at all lately yeah not getting proper sleep or not eating well n generally just yeah#it affected my academics a bit i submitted some things late or took so long on stuff. for this one course though in particular#unfortunately two of my grpmates seem to be unnecessarily serious in a way that. god i don't know how to explain but yeah#setting internal dls cldn't meet them but we still submitted on time n. i've. been rather anxious lately so it's been hard to yh in the gc#i can't even cry or really feel it anymore at this point it just feels so empty and hollow inside#regrets.. if i. if i didn't. if i didn't oversleep if i didn't procrastinate if i did better then.#me n my other grpmate who also had some problems w doing their part of the assignment r gna do it by pair. n the other two by pair too#it just hurts bcs there's so many ways this cld've been prevented but i guess i do deserve this#one cld always do better in the future but there's no changing anything that's already happened#i'm trying to. be kind to myself or i'll collapse but ....i want to just end this in a way#this is. i used to perform really well in academics it hurts how i'm like this now. even if it's been emotionally hard that's no excuse smh#from previous years i said i'd do much better this year. but i'm falling apart again n#thinking about how this may idk wld this affect on my grade as a whole or maybe even conduct?#if it does then i want to kms haha. i guess i wouldn't literally tho but. maybe this is the push i needed! i'll be back to normal i have to#be. 'perfect' enough in a way. it hurts i won't cry but it suffocates me n. i'm so tired & i always end up disappointing myself in the end.#it hurts thinking of how i'm letting down my past self n. my future self. i need to do much better but i can't erase my mistakes#it hurts so much that i want to give up i don't want this anymore i was starting to feel better but oh well i'm so fucking disappointed#i have to do my best this sy. this is so disappointing i just want to fucking give up#i can't bring myself to distract myself w games for comfort. i can't bring myself to talk w others at all bcs i don't want to bother them#i'm stuck here on my own just drowning in regrets. trying to swim back up is useless if i'm in the middle of the ocean#maybe years from now if. those exist. this wldn't burden me so much but. now in the present it's just too much#....it's the same feeling of emptiness from years back i know this well#it starts out first a bit destructive. feeling sad then better; then smth like this happens n. i'd change. empty for a while#then i'd go on about my life as i 'should'. just surviving day after day#i'm v disappointed now yes but i do know years from now older me wld be disappointed if i neglect myself#it hurts i'll just do what i need to do i don't know anything more right now other than being alone n in pain n it hurts i'm so stupid#rn mostly i just feel empty but i'd say i'm fine. my mind's clear. i'll push myself to be productive bcs i know i'm capable anyways#just need myself and surely i'll be fine. regardless of whatever problem comes my way. surely i can handle this as always
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Under Orders - Part 4
Masterlist
Part 1 🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5
Pairing: Dom!August x reader || Dom!Marshall x reader
Summary: August decides to tease you when your new neighbor comes over to watch the game...
Word count: 5.9k
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, BDSM, D/s dynamic (technically D/s/D), praise kink, (semi-)suspension bondage, p-in-v sex (unprotected, creampie), anal sex (toys, fingering, p-in-a) (f receiving) (unprotected, anal creampie), double penetration (toys), use of pet names/titles (Daddy, Sir, princess, kitten, sweetheart, love, darling and bunny), established polyamorous relationship, very light spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, phone (video) sex, slight humiliation/degradation, slight objectification, bratty behavior, punishment/funishment, also check-ins and aftercare...
A/N: My dear, dear Charlie! I have been thinking about what you said way back in March, and even though my brain was already playing around with an idea for a part 4, I ended up nixing that idea and... well... Going with yours, really, while also making precisely 0 promises because I couldn't really see it yet. Then, I proceeded to struggle with this for 3 months while also teasing you - which I feel is a fair reaction to your bullying 😝 By now, of course, you know me a little, so I'm guessing you already knew this was coming despite my very deliberately not actually telling you. (I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disappoint in case I really couldn't wrap my brain around that combo.)
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Burly, handsome, and retired from the army. It’s a good thing a man like that hadn’t moved in next to some picture perfect, suburban, American dream couple, because that’s how folks like that end up divorced. Instead, he had moved in next door to you and August. Not that you don’t consider what you have ‘perfect’, and God knows there are plenty of pictures, but it’s a far cry from the bland housewife scenario that usually comes with the type of neighborhood you live in. That said, it’s probably for the best you don’t live anywhere that shares any walls with the next house – you can’t imagine the noise complaints you’d get.
The first weeks are quiet; you check him out form a safe distance, you smile and wave, and you don’t go much beyond friendly introductions. His name is Sy – an abbreviation of his last name; he doesn’t use his first name for whatever reason. He was Special Forces, now working personal security somewhere downtown. It doesn’t get much deeper than that. You purposely keep your conversations short, not least of all because you’re scared that you’ll end up flirting with him a little too much if you don’t.
While you’re putting in all this effort to keep your mind out of the gutter, August grins like some kind of lunatic every time he catches you looking a little too long, or glancing over your shoulder a second time when you walk past him, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Until one day, when you pull into the driveway at the same time Sycomes back from his run, and you spend your time shamelessly undressing him with your eyes while August talks to him. It's not a lot of work, he’s just wearing shorts, so you have the added bonus of not having to guess what his chest looks like. He’s big – at least as big as Marshall – and there’s an impressive collection of scars on him that you probably shouldn’t be staring at. Somewhere over the course of that conversation, you hear August suggest that Sy should come over to have a drink and watch the game – an offer he gladly accepts.
“What are you doing?” There’s absolutely no point in pretending; August knows you may just have a tiny little huge crush on this guy, and he’s going to torment you over it.
“Inviting our neighbor over,” August says, raising an eyebrow. It’s a challenge, which is strange, because he hardly ever gives you those. It’s Marshall who doesn’t mind a bit of lip from you every now and then, but August absolutely despises it. It’s one of the reasons that Augusts suggestion to share you with Marshall was a good one – and something that may have actually saved your relationship. “Go get dressed.”
You scoff when he says it. So he wants you all dolled up so he can toy with you all night before he ships you off to Marshall’s place needy and worked up? You’re not surprised: that’s exactly what you’d expect from him. But to do so in front of the new neighbor you barely even know…
“You’re going to punish me over a little…” you can’t bring yourself to say the word ‘crush’ – it sounds juvenile and wrong, even though your being in a relationship with two guys is hardly conventional and feels so right it makes you scared you’ll burst. Is it really so weird that you’re possibly considering three now?
You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice August as he closes the distance between the two of you. When he grabs your neck, you shriek.
“Upstairs, now.” He’s already had enough of your attitude – and you’re not even giving him any, really. He drags you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The clothes that are laid out on the bed are a surprise; a light dress that shows you off in all the right ways, heels that are just a little over the top for casual drinks at your own house. The underwear is to Marshall’s taste, not his own – but that’s just preparation for later, and definitely something you already saw coming. The dress and shoes mean something else, though: August isn’t trying to torment you, he’s going to be parading you around. And not just for his own pleasure, either, you suspect.
“Do you get it now?” he asks.
“You want to show me off,” you whisper.
“Oh, yes. And not just that,” August says as he pulls you closer until your back is against his chest. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to cover your throat. When he speaks again, his lips brush against your ear, and you moan softly at the sensation. “I’m trying to get my pretty little whore what she wants. Am I still the bad guy?”
“No,” you say softly. Of course that’s met with a tightening grip on your throat. And he’s right: you’re forgetting something. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he growls in your ear as he lets go of you again, fingers still lingering. “It might take some time, though. ‘Do you want to get in on fucking my girlfriend’ isn’t exactly an opening line. Besides; I haven’t decided I can trust this guy yet. Can you be patient, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You can certainly try…
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Hands on the wall.”
You do as he tells you, knowing all too well that not listening might land you a sore enough ass that Marshall will actively complain about not being able to touch it tonight. August kicks lightly at your feet, prompting you to spread them.
“I do intend to play with you a little, though.” You savor every drop of the sadistic chuckle behind his voice as he speaks.
There’s a reason August likes to see you in loose skirts like the one you’re wearing, and you’re very sure ‘easy access’ is eighty percent of it. He drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease.
“God, kitten, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” All you can do is moan while August pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity that’s just shy of enough to make you come.
“What does my needy baby want?” You silently curse him out for already taking you past being able to use your words. If you want to come, you’re going to have to speak, and he’s making it almost impossible.
“Please make me come, Daddy!” you whine. August is ruthless. He knows exactly how to touch you or what to do to turn you into a screaming, squirming mess in his arms. It’s impossible to hold back your orgasm, and he knows it.
“Do you want to come?” That’s a fucking redundant question. It takes everything you’ve got to choke back the attitude and just tell him ‘yes, Daddy’. “Alright then.” One more flick of his fingers has you crying out his name, and you struggle to stay upright, but he’s there to hold you, thank god. You’re not given a lot of time to come down from your high, because the next thing you know, your hips are dragged back a little as August pulls your underwear down as far as they’ll go.
“Stay put.” You wouldn’t dare to move, honestly. Besides, why would you want to? The nightstand opens and closes, and as soon as August is back behind you, you hear the very familiar sound of the bottle of lube being opened. You’re fairly sure you’d recognize that sound in your sleep by now.
“Are you okay, standing up?” Shit. You thought he was just planning on popping a plug in your ass to torture you a little through drinks with Sy, but he actually wants to go for a round right now? Bastard.
“I’m fine,” you say as you roll your eyes. Not that he can see them, but it’s the thought that counts. Besides: It doesn’t matter what you say you want, August knows better. He’s well aware of the fact that you can’t resist the prospect of anal sex anymore. You’ve been having way too much fun with that!
You hum contently when he works one, then two, then three fingers into your ass.
“Is it just me or did this take way more work in the beginning?” August asks. His voice is surprisingly casual, which makes you laugh. Marshall actually brought up the same thing a few weeks back. They’re not wrong, either. You know what to expect and how to relax now, and it really has become easier.
“I didn’t have a well-rehearsed asshole in the beginning,” you counter. A fierce smack on your behind startles you. The impact leaves your cheek stinging – a sensation you not only happen to love, but happen to crave from time to time.
“Stick that attitude somewhere it won’t bother me, princess,” August says.
“Can’t,” you reply, “got three fingers shoved up there already.”
“Four,” he says casually, but you can tell he’s annoyed. “And that’s all the backtalk I’m going to allow. One more toe out of line, and you won’t be allowed touch that pretty pussy for a week. And by the time I’m taking you to Sir, you’re going to want to, trust me.” That sounds promising. You’re increasingly curious about what he’s got planned for you.
“Sorry, Daddy,” you say softly. He answers with nothing but a soft chuckle before pulling his fingers out of you and replacing them with something you personally consider to be much more fun.
“Oh, God! Yes please!” There’s no way to say that softly. For a moment, you wonder if there’s a better feeling in the world than August sliding his cock into your ass – only to decide shortly after that the only thing that’s better is when he does it again, and again, and again. Since your first adventure taking both August and Marshall at the same time, neither of them seem to be as scared to hurt you anymore, and they’ve only been becoming rougher and rougher with you. It’s fucking amazing, to be honest.
August doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s trying to last. The point of all this, judging from his actions after he pulls his dick out of your ass again, was to leave Marshall a surprise later tonight. It sometimes surprises you how okay your guys are with it when they hand you over with one – or several – loads of cum still inside you. You’ve heard the term ‘free lube’ on several occasions, and while that’s true and a valid point, it also definitely isn’t. It’s preferable to them being thoroughly grossed out about it, though. This wouldn’t work if they were. You’re barely aware of August sliding your favorite plug in place – it’s no wonder; you’re still struggling to stand up on your own and you may or may not be a little cockdrunk.
“Do I have to wear it all night?” you whine. August laughs – a sadistic, cruel sound that drives you mad so quickly you’re afraid you’re actually dripping all over the floor – and drags you up by your hair, only to spin you around and pin you against the wall. He kisses you hard, forcing his tongue against your lips until you yield and let him in. He breaks the kiss as he works a hand between your bodies.
“No, princess. Don’t pretend you hate it, I know you love it when we plug your cute little ass.” His breath is hot on your ear and the tone in his voice makes you shiver with anticipation. He slips his hand between your legs, but where you expect to feel his fingers slide into your pussy, it’s something else. The jerk. “This is going to be far more annoying.”
“D-Daddy? Am I at least allowed to come, please?” The soft buzzing of the remote control vibrator is already driving you nuts. This is going to be hell.
“Yes, but you’ll have to do it quietly.” Quietly? Oh fuck! Sy is coming over. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. A quick round of anal will do that to a person, apparently.
“You’re a sadistic asshole,” you mutter under your breath.
“Do you want to say that to my face, princess?” August asks you as he raises an eyebrow at you. You know that eyebrow – that’s not a good eyebrow.
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“That’s what I thought. Get dressed.” And with those words, he disappears.
For a minute, you consider taking the vibrator out, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Also, it’s not as fun. You like being toyed with. You like it when they get you all worked up and dripping wet, and then deny you your pleasure for a little while longer just so they can watch you go completely crazy. You love knowing that there’s always a chance they will decide you haven’t been good enough, and you can’t have what you want. You feel safe knowing that they may be in control, even go as far as taking away your ability to move, see or speak, but they’ll never abuse the power that you give them. You love them.
You finish getting dressed and you’re just admiring yourself in the mirror – August has a sense of style when he isn’t going to work in drab grey suits – when your phone rings. Marshall. Your heart jumps when you see his name on the screen, and you answer immediately.
“Hey! Excited for tonight? Got anything planned?” you ask. It was a pretty last-minute decision to have you spend the weekend at his place, so you figured there must be something going on.
“Not really.” It’s not new that he sounds tired – Marshall always sounds tired, and probably has since kindergarten – but his voice is unusually flat, which has you worried. August hasn’t said anything about any trouble, so it’s either something he doesn’t know about, or something he decided not to tell you.
“Baby, are you ok-aah!” You silently curse August for turning up the heat on the vibrations. Fuck, it feels good, but if this is any indication of what he’ll put you through when Sy gets here, you’re in for a rough ride.
“Darling? Is something wrong?” Marshall sounds concerned, which isn’t surprising, because you just screeched in his ear for no apparent reason, but it’s still not quite necessary. You tell him as much, but he doesn’t believe you. “Can I see you?”
Oh, sure thing, he can see you! It’s moments like these when the attitude you can’t give August bubbles up. The thought of making Marshall look forward to tonight maybe a little bit more excites you more than you could ever describe. You turn your camera on after letting yourself fall on the bed, waving your feet in the air behind you, hoping he’ll be able to see your shoes. Both of your men like you in heels – and not just because they make your ass look good.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marshall asks. You’re fairly sure he can tell you’re turned on.
“I’m perfectly fi-oh. Dammit, August.” That tells him everything he needs to know, and he starts laughing.
“Do I need to remind you that you got him that toy for his birthday?” No, he doesn’t need to remind you of that, actually, you were perfectly well on your way cussing yourself out for that one. Big mistake. Delicious, perverted, perfect, huge mistake.
“This wasn’t about me; what’s up?” You ask, stifling the moans that August is causing by playing around with the settings of the vibrator.
“Fuck, if you keep moaning like that, you know what will be up.” He groans. His voice is so warm and deep – and you have such a thing for that kind of voice – that any moan, groan, grunt or growl coming from this man is automatically a wildly erotic noise. That’s something you don’t want to be thinking about right now – you’re having a tough enough time as it is. “Tough case, wrapped it up yesterday. That’s why I asked you to come over. I need some quality time with my girl.” You whine, both because of August’s never-ending shenanigans, and because that’s the sweetest thing you’ve heard in a while.
“And how are we going to spend that quality time?” you ask coyly. It’s not that there’s a wrong or a right answer to this question, it’s just that you want something to look forward to tonight. A happy place to go to when August tries to get you to make lewd as fuck sounds in front of the neighbor you’ve barely even talked to.
“I was planning on takeout and a movie,” Marshall says, “but it seems August plans on handing you over to me all hot and bothered. It would be a shame to waste that.”
“Any suggestions?” You tilt your phone a bit to bring your cleavage into view. Since you’re laying on your stomach, resting on your elbows, your chest looks amazing – it would just be wrong to deny him the visual. You choke back a chuckle when you see Marshall lick his lips.
“I somehow finally got around to installing a hard point in the bedroom that we can play around with?” You’d been talking about it for a few weeks, and with every conversation, the thought of having all those extra options became more alluring. There may or may not have been some talk of suspension, even, and you would be the first to admit that the idea alone turns you on big time.
“Movie night or bondage,” you say, laughing softly, “that’s a seriously tough choice, though.”
“I say bondage first, movies after, is that an alright compromise?” Alright compromise? Puh-lease! That sounds like the perfect night! Marshall can’t help but laugh when you tell him that. “Good, love. I can’t wait to see you.”
“You don’t have to wait,” you say coyly as you angle your phone to give him an even better look at your cleavage.
“Oh, shit, not saying no to that.” Of course he wouldn’t. He’s probably already worked up from knowing you’re being played with right now.
“Want to watch me come for you?” It’s a redundant question. You know it, Marshall knows it, but he still pretends to think about his answer for a moment. You stick out your tongue, which makes him laugh – as always.
“Careful, you little brat, or I’ll leave you tied to the ceiling all night. No movies for you.” It’s an empty threat, you can tell from the sound of his voice and the terrible wink he throws your way. Without thinking much, you move to sit in front of the mirror on the closet door, leaning back against the bed. You change the camera and show Marshall where you’re sitting.
“Tell me everything you’re going to do to me tonight.”
You make sure to give Marshall a nice show while he talks about several exciting ways to tie you up in excruciating detail. To say that a part of you wishes you were with him already is a massive understatement – all of you wants to be wrapped in his arms and in his ropes right now. After some time, you notice something strange; the vibrations of the toy are suspiciously helpful in your race towards what you know is going to be a fantastic orgasm. It’s the ‘come for me, baby’ from Marshall that pulls you over the edge, breaking you apart into a million pieces until you’re a trembling mess on the floor.
“That was lovely, princess.” August. Of course he was watching you. That makes a whole lot of sense. Did he overhear as he walked by the room? Was he looking for you? The dirty grin on Marshall’s face tells you everything you need to know.
“Thanks for letting me know what she was up to,” August says to Marshall as he sits by your side and kisses your cheek. “Would have hated to miss out on that.”
“Why do you two always have to be in cahoots?” You roll your eyes. “In the beginning you were so hell-bent on annoying each other, what happened?”
“We learned to share,” Marshall says. “I’m going to get some things set up for tonight, darling. I’ll see you soon.”
Marshall hangs up the phone without waiting for your answer, and August doesn’t even wait for you to put it down before he presses his lips to your neck.
“You looked so pretty, sweetheart,” he groans against your skin in between soft kisses and licks. His arm moves in that unmistakable way, and you can hear the tension in his voice.
“Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?” you tease. You know him so well by now, that a few strategically placed kisses on his neck have him on edge. He was probably already close when he was watching you, which honestly turns you on more than you can say.
“I really did, princess,” August replies. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me your pretty little pussy.”
You do as he tells you – what else is new – and you enjoy the way he kisses you hard as he gets between your legs. He pushes your dress up further and uses one hand to push your panties to the side, slapping your wrist when you try to help him. You can tell he’s close from the ragged breaths and the low growl that tumble through his chest. At the same time, attitude and mischief bubble up inside you, and you’re speaking before thinking once again.
“Come for me, Daddy,” you taunt right as August topples over the edge of release, coating your pussy with cum. He doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face either means you’ll regret saying that, or you won’t. Which would be a terrible thing to have to figure out, if it wasn’t so goddamn exciting.
August pulls your panties back in place, the mostly mesh material already soaked from your earlier endeavors, and runs his fingers over the thin material for good measure.
You’re a mess. You’re exactly where he wanted you; horny, close to the point of overstimulation, with your pussy covered in cum. It’s almost becoming a seal of approval for August – the first time you met Marshall, you weren’t even wearing panties and August’s cum was dripping down your legs. There was no time to clean that up then, exactly as he'd planned, and there is no time for that now, either, because the doorbell rings.
August watches Sy like a hawk the whole time he’s over, but he’s nothing short of a perfect gentleman with you – and you’re really trying your best, bending over to put down drinks, flirtatious smiles, playing with your hair. You know you’re laying it on thick, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. He’s so handsome and you’re painfully attracted to him! Of course, the fact that you went into this dripping wet and drenched in cum doesn’t help you behave at all. August has to keep himself from laughing on occasion, he thinks the way you’re throwing yourself at your neighbor is very funny. He’s going easier on the vibrator than you had expected. It’s off most of the time, but the idea that it might turn on at any moment is both exciting and nerve-wracking. Every time August takes out his phone, you clench your thighs in anticipation. August has trouble keeping his face in check whenever he sees it, but Sy seems to be none the wiser.
You listen to the guys talking about the game, sports, work, and whatever other neighborly pleasantry can be expected of a regular evening like this – nothing about the crazy threesome you had with both of your boyfriends on the exact couch Sy and August are sitting on right now, for instance. God, why did you have to think about that? Every bit of your brain is becoming increasingly preoccupied with the mess between your legs, your walls clamp down on the toy inside of you, and you’re having trouble controlling your breathing.
“You know what, this was fun, but I’ll leave you guys to your game and just drive to Marshall myself.” Point to August. He’ll never let you live that down…
“That bad, huh?” Marshall says when he opens the door for you.
“Horrible!” you shriek as you drop your coat and stomp into the kitchen.
“Excuse me? Come back here and pick that up, please?” Dammit! Over the past few weeks, Marshall has really been taking a page out of August’s playbook, and you don’t like it at all. You know their motives are different. August gets off on controlling you, Marshall likes to give you the opportunity to be a brat so he can tie you up and spank you. No matter the reason, it’s annoying as fuck right now. Ironically, you don’t feel like lashing out at him today, so you listen. Marshall can’t help but grab your hips and grind into you when you bend down to pick your coat off the floor – and who can blame him? He just loves your ass. August does too. In fact, you’re fairly sure you’ve seen Sy sneak the occasional peek at your behind when he was over – although that was the full extent of his expressing any interest. You put your coat where it belongs and turn around.
“I was promised bondage and movies, what are we still doing here?” You can’t wait until Marshall undresses you and finds the mess August left for him.
“Impatient,” Marshall laughs, “I like it.” Looks like you’re not getting harsh and demanding Marshall tonight, despite the stressful case he’s been through. One hand reaches around and spanks your ass forcefully, but his eyes are smiling. You know exactly what he’s going to do next: grab your butt cheek and pull you in – and lo and behold.
“Let’s get upstairs!”
Marshall throws you around like you’re a rag doll. That’s okay, he has all these big muscles, he better put them to good use, right? You’re over his shoulder in no time, and he carries you up the stairs like you don’t weigh a thing, and your favorite part is yet to come. When your back hits the mattress, you squeal. Marshall always lets you struggle just enough to let you work some of that attitude out, but you know perfectly well that you’re absolutely powerless. He presses a series of kisses to your neck as he pulls up your dress, pausing briefly to rip it over your head and toss it aside.
“Do I thank you or August?” he asks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie August picked out.
“August,” you reply. Marshall smiles approvingly. Now that you’re not being toyed with constantly, and the overstimulation that August subjected you to has faded a little, you feel a little more of that need to misbehave…
“It’s almost too pretty to take it off, love.” He holds out a hand to you, which you happily take. You gasp when he suddenly pulls you off the bed, and pushes you down to your knees again in the middle of the bedroom. “Now, we can do one of two things. Option one: we turn this into a practice session. Option two: we play. I’m testing that hard point either way, you’ll get tied up either way. The question is: how badly do you want my cock inside of you?”
His words take your breath away. It feels a little silly, but you love it when they give you options. It doesn’t have to be a hard choice, but it’s nice when they let you know you have a say in things occasionally. This time, the choice is ridiculously easy: play.
“Have you made your choice, darling?”
“Yes, Sir,” you say, much more confident now than you know you’ll be in half an hour or so.
“Perfect,” Marshall chuckles as he opens one of the drawers underneath his bed and grabs the things he needs. He gets to work immediately, which tells you he’s more than happy with the choice you made. While he gets a few more things ready to – finally – tie you to his ceiling, he tells you to strip. You want to listen, really, you do, so for the first half of the exercise, you’re a good girl, and you take off the longline bra you were wearing without complaining. Now… Your panties…
“What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” Those are the words that come out of his mouth. The sigh that follows, however, tells you something more along the lines of: ‘What did he do now?’ His hands roughly grasp the flimsy elastic of your underwear and pull them down your legs. As soon as they’re gone, Marshall grabs your knees and pushes them apart.
“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath when he sees you. Then his eyes settle on you: “Knees. Now.” You scramble to get on your knees, eager to obey his order and admittedly also a bit scared of the sudden change in his behavior. He works as quickly as he can without making concessions to safety. From the sound of his breath, you can tell that he’s using every last sliver of restraint he has to still make good on his promise to tie you up – and to adhere to the plan he had clearly made in advance, because this goes way too smooth to be improvisation.
Before you know it, your shoulder is on the floor, your hands are tied behind your back, and one of your legs is tied as far towards your shoulder as you can handle. The other leg is frog tied and up in the air. Marshall admires his handiwork for a moment – and you’re fairly sure he’s taking pictures of it to send to August, as well – before getting on his knees next to you.
“He ruined you,” he says appreciatively as he gently lets his hand glide over your ass. When his fingers brush past the base of the plug, you shiver.
“Can you take the toys out, please, Sir?” you ask in a small voice. It’s been a few hours since August put them in, and they’re starting to bother you. You sigh in relief when Marshall first pulls the bullet vibe out of you, and then gently removes the butt plug.
“Another one?” He says as he watches August’s cum drip out of your ass. “Daddy really made a mess of you, huh, darling?”
“Yes, Sir,” you answer quietly. Marshall pushes two fingers into your pussy and rolls his thumb over your clit, making you moan and squirm against your restraints.
“Did he fuck this cute, wet pussy?”
“No, Sir, just my ass,” you answer. The sound of Marshall undoing his belt and zipper makes you tremble in anticipation.
“Then how do you explain this messy little cunt, love?” A third finger slips in without any issues, but when he adds the fourth you start to feel a little bit of a stretch. Apparently, you don’t answer him quickly enough for his tastes. “Baby? I want an answer, come on.”
“Daddy came all over my pussy after we hung up the phone,” you mumble. Judging from the way Marshall laughs, he’s not surprised at all. The tip of his cock slides through your soaking wet folds, making you moan and bite your lip.
“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Marshall says, halting his movements as soon as he realizes it’s either ‘moan uncontrollably as a way of begging him to shove his dick into you’ or ‘listen to what he has to say’, which means he will have to make a small sacrifice for now. “I need you to let me know when you’re uncomfortable.” He explains his concern for your shoulders and neck, and promises to take things easy. You whine when he says the words. The last thing you want is for him to be gentle with you today, not after all August’s teasing, and part of you desperately wants to beg him to rail you until you can’t see straight – but you don’t.
As soon as he pushes into you, you’re glad you didn’t. The way he moans tells you exactly how much he needs this. Needs you, but everything surrounding you as well. To be handed a dripping mess by August, to fight you a little, tie you up… and finally to treat you the way he believes you deserve to be treated: with respect, love and – from time to time - tenderness. He’s not going to last, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like this breaks a half year long dry spell or anything. In fact, it doesn’t even break a three hour dry spell. You can feel the tension and frustration from the past weeks as he finally lets it all out in his final, brutal thrusts as he fucks his load deep into your pussy. When he pulls out, an image flashes in your mind. The image of Sy waiting in line to take his turn on your already ravaged holes…
The fantasy occupies every corner of your mind so thoroughly that you barely register the changing tension on the ropes around your limbs and torso as Marshall unties you. It isn’t until he’s completely done that you finally become aware of your surroundings again. For a moment, you expect him to lift you off the floor and carry you to the bed or the bathroom, as he has done countless times before, but he doesn’t. Instead, he joins you on the floor, curling up behind you as he pulls you into his arms.
“Perfect little bunny,” he muses as he nuzzles your neck and squeezes you tight before starting to gently massage the rope marks on your skin. Eventually, he does pick you up, and drags you into the shower with him. You haven’t needed your ‘private bathroom minute’ for a while now. Would adding Sy to the mix change something about that familiarity? You can’t deny your crush, but is it really worth risking all of this for… him?
“You’re not risking anything, love,” Marshall says. Either your thoughts are immediately obvious when looking at you, or you’ve said something out loud. Either way, you’re embarrassed enough about the fact that you are even thinking about another man while you’re letting Marshall take care of you. Now you’re going to have an actual conversation about it. “August told me weeks ago. We’ve talked this through, and… we’re happy to let you sort out your feelings if he’s on board with that, too.”
“And if he’s not?” you ask, but you already know the answer: You don’t want him if he’s not.
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Twig Liveblog for Arc 10
an arc double-stuffed with pain and suffering... from the very beginning i had a weight in my stomach even before anything crazy had happened. there's a real sense of inevitability: sy feels that it's inevitable that he will leave, that he will disappoint lillian, and i gotta say he's probably right, awful as it may be. i've alluded before to the fundamental contradiction between sy and lillian--their radically different relationships to the academy--and here it finally comes to a head. this is not to say, however, that sy handled it in the best way possible lmao. in many ways he made the worst decisions possible, though ultimately i support his decision to leave. for all the questions of morality in this arc, none but sy have remembered the major moral imperative here: harming the academy by any means possible.
in that vein, i read lainie as a kind of lillian from a different angle. and upper class girl who becomes enamored with sy and his rebel attitude, his monstrousness, his alterity. take the dinner with the parents chapter, for example: it came into sharp relief the extent to which lillian likes sy precisely because it pisses them off. it would drive me insane too. of course, sy ultimately forces lainie to leave her bourgeois life behind, so perhaps there is reason for optimism.
it's a similar situation with mary, though her reasons for staying with the academy are a little less understandable, frankly. was not her problem with percy that he was using children for his evil experiments? is that not exactly what the academy is doing with the people she loves?? anyway, she's amazing this arc. the shooting scene was an all-timer: one must imagine me sitting alone in my bedroom just going "OH NO OH NO OH NO" over and over again. in my twigfic where everything will be perfect sy will manipulate her and they will run away together and kiss and be happy. here's how they could still get together in canon.........
the fight with the baron was very satisfying. the duel in the hollowed out church was some s-tier wildbow-pilled over-the-top anime-style battle. the image of him just lobbing a giant ass rapier at this thirteen-year-old killed me lmao. meanwhile, with the duke of francis out of action, the lord infante is my new noblekin. that guy is so fucking cool. like i know he's evil but still. i want to be him.
and then jamie is the only lamb who came to join sy and in such tearjerking way 😭 the relationship between neojamie and the previous jamie seems so touching--some kind of terrible duty. i'm not honestly sure that i could do the same. it speaks to his essential sweetness... poor baby.
PREDICTIONS (or, embarrassing myself for your entertainment)
helen will kill ibbot (the interlude confirmed for me that he is "daddy")
the need for wyvern will force sy into fray's camp (pleaseeeee)
lamb factionalism will cause strife in radham (duncan + lil vs. ashton + helen et al.??)
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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 22 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌
Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)
Summary: The Syverson twins have a little heart to heart.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: None
The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)
The deal with loving Chris Evans as much as I do, is that you’ll inevitably get your heart broken. No, wait, it gets ripped out of your chest and someone puts it on a juicer, only to make me feel that gut wrenching feeling.
Why don’t I stop loving him?
I sign deeply as I stare out the kitchen window, a cup of steaming hot tea in my hands. When he showed up in town again, I was afraid of letting him back in my life. But on the other hand, it felt good. So good.
Now that I got a taste of having him back in my life again, I don’t want him to go away. But I don’t know if I can deal with him if we’re only friends. I don’t want to be just friends. I never wanted to be, but back in high school I didn’t have the confidence to ask for more.
And I regret that. I regret not telling him what I wanted. I regret one particular moment. Going to prom. As friends.
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I knew that when the school asked me to be the photographer for prom, I’d be riding solo a lot. Despite arriving with Chris. Of course I didn’t expect him to be by my side all night.
However it did hurt when that happened. After we arrived at prom, he guided me towards the photo stand. He stayed with me for a few minutes, but then the first girl came to ask him for a dance. He politely declined, but when another one came, I just told him to go. I didn’t want him to go, but how could I deprive him of dancing at prom? Of having fun?
That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I saw him dancing with another girl, followed by three more.
What I hated even more, was that they were slim, pretty and wore gorgeous dresses. Of course Chris would dance with them. I couldn’t even get my dress at that one store in town they all brought theirs. Mom took me to another town, to a store for grown ups where they had dresses I fit.
I took pictures all night long and usually it was enough for me to be distracted. Seeing Livia and Sy being the designated wall flowers, a lot of the players of our school’s basketball team managed to sneak in some alcohol and I could safely testify that alcohol did not increase their ability to dance.
The night luckily went by quickly. I took the most beautiful pictures, but it didn’t feel like my prom. I hadn’t been on the dancing floor, not for even a second. And that stung to be honest.
Somehow I figured Chris would come ask me for a dance. I should have known he wouldn’t, not when he had all those other girls to dance with. I had to say, they were beautiful, so of course he wouldn’t ask me.
As I was packing my bags at the end of the night, my heart felt heavy. I had no business feeling this disappointed. I had no business feeling so hurt. Chris Evans would never choose me. It was clear he had a type, as every girl he danced with tonight was pretty and skinny.
And I was not. I was the best friend. Just the funny best friend. The sidekick, never the main character,
‘Hi,’ I heard behind me and I looked up, only for my eyes to meet Chris’. A spark of hope ignited inside me.
‘Hi,’ I said.
‘Are you ready to go?’
It was clear, the last spark of hope I had, where he asked me for one more dance, despite no one being here, dissolved into thin air.
But who was I kidding? I never stood a chance to date Chris Evans.
‘Yeah, I’m ready,’ I said.
He grabbed the bags from my hand and said: ‘Let me show you the way to the fancy carriage.’
And that was how it would always be: me and Chris would remain friends.
Forever.
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Why did I always put other people before me? I regret not standing up for myself back then. Prom broke my heart, and while it’s no use now, I should have spoken to Chris about it. Or at least Livia. But as a true Syverson, I bottle feelings up.
Just like I haven't told Sy I’m not happy at the farm anymore. I’ve put everything aside to be with the one bit of family I have left, but… Maybe it’s time for me to be a little selfish and put me first. I bet that if Sy knew how I was feeling, he would… Understand. I hope.
And maybe I can still do the logistical parts of the farm from wherever I am. It’s just calling, arranging and answering emails. I don’t want to burden Sy with that, because that would just give him more stress. Plus, I’m actually good at it.
There has to be a way for us both to be happy, right?
I realize I have to talk to Sy. Today.
There is a possibility I have reached top tier rage. I cannot believe she went with him. Fucking Ian. By the time I got out of the bar, Livia and that asshole were nowhere to be seen. We were about to discuss something important. I now know she remembers our night in the shed, but fuck, I need to know more about it, about how she hoped my wish came true and I had her forever.
All before Ian had to ruin it.
The last thing I remember was that look. Her pleads, telling me it’s not worth it. This happened many times before and I hate how even then she was my external conscious and nothing has changed.
Not even after more than eleven years.
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There was blood running down my face, while Livia gently tugged me with her. ‘You didn’t need to do that,’ she said once we entered the kitchen of the farm. Thankfully no one was home, meaning no one was gonna ask questions. ‘Sit down.’
Like I was a little puppy, I plopped down on the chair, while she grabbed the first aid kid. ‘That’s not necessary.’
And then she looked over her shoulder with probably one of the sternest looks I’d even seen on her. ‘Shut up,’ she told me, before she grabbed a cloth, as she turned on the tap.
‘Liv, I was only trying to protect you.’
‘Who says I need protection?’
‘Didn’t you hear the things he said to you? It was racist and sexist. You can’t possibly think I am gonna let some asshole talk about you like that?’
‘Violence is never the answer,’ she deadpanned once she made her way over to me. She carefully cleaned the wound and now she had a certain expertise. She had done this a few times too many in the last year. We both knew why.
Dealing with losing my father hadn’t been easy and my temper was evidence of how hard I found it. But because I felt like my dad’s role of protector was now resting on my shoulders, I lost my patience and temper way too quickly.
So when that shitface said those things to Livia, I just couldn’t help myself.
I remembered clearly when my dad, Liv and I were in town. Livia was already ahead of us, when my dad heard some dipshit say something racist to her. While I was already fuming, my dad kept his cool, but managed to terrify that guy. My dad told her he would always be there to protect her.
But he wasn’t here anymore. Now I had to protect her. But I wasn’t that calm and collected like my dad.
’Sy,’ Livia whispered, as she held my chin, ‘promise me you won’t do that again.’
I shook my head. ‘I’m not promising that,’ I told her. ‘I’m not going to stop protecting you. Ever.’
She scoffed. ‘I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?’
‘You did see the other guy, didn’t you?’ I asked her as the vivid memory of the intense nosebleed ran through my mind again. ‘I’m not gonna get hurt.’
She placed her hand on my cheek, before shaking her head. ‘Sy,’ she whispered, ‘you can’t get hurt. Please. I can’t lose you too.’
I wrapped my arm around her waist, to pull her into an embrace. ‘You’re not gonna lose me.’
She rested her chin on top of my head and whispered: ‘I know that losing your dad hasn’t been easy. But maybe, instead of throwing a punch at everyone who looks funny at you or me, consider counting to ten.’
‘Mhm.’
‘And know that I always want to listen to everything that is on your heart,’ she said.
‘I know that.’ I pulled back and asked: ‘You’re not gonna tell me off because I hit the guy?’
‘No, because he did deserve it. Can you just try to count to ten?’
I nodded. ‘Yeah, for you I will, however whenever someone says something like this to you ever again, I will not.’
‘I fear I have to live with that,’ she said with a chuckle. ‘Now sit back and let me take care of these wounds.’
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‘I know you’re angry and shit,’ I hear a voice from behind me, ‘but I need you to listen to me.’
‘I’m not in the mood, Abigail.’
She stops in front of me and I glare at her. For fuck’s sake, she doesn’t care whether or not I want to listen to her. She is going to spill the beans and I am not here for it. ‘I don’t care whatever it is that’s going on between you and Livia and that Ian guy and since you are such a Syverson, you will not listen to my advice anyway.’
I don’t even pretend to not be offended. ‘Okay.’
‘I don't wanna live here anymore,’ Abigail says and I thank the stars for my immaculate poker face. ‘You know how photography is my life, but you also know how farm life isn’t for me. I put my life on hold when mom died, because you are my brother and I couldn’t leave you behind, but… I am not happy, Sy.’
While Chris prepared me for such thing, this does come as a surprise. However, I will not let Abigail in on my shock. ‘Oh, okay.’
She blinks her eyes. ‘Did you even hear what I just said?’
‘Yes,’ I tell her. ‘I heard what you said. I… I guess I took you putting your life on hold for granted.’
She is utterly confused. ‘I can still do some logistical things from a distance, until you find someone who can do that.’
‘Okay.’
‘For fuck’s sake, Sy, you gotta give me more than an okay. I just told you I wanna leave. I must mean something to you, for you to give me a better reaction.’
I sigh. ‘Okay, I appreciate having you here,’ I say, ‘but you are right. This was my dream. Honey Bee Ranch was always gonna be my future. But you were made for other things. A life outside Sapphire Falls.’
Abigail smiles sadly. ‘I’m gonna miss this place,’ she then says. ‘And I promise you I’ll be back, so you can do whatever you wanna do. So you can visit Livia.’
I scoff. ‘Like that is ever gonna happen.’
‘Do I want to know?’
I shake my head. ‘Nope.’
‘Well,’ Abigail says, ‘I wasn’t planning on leaving tomorrow or anything, but… This upcoming year, I have to spread my wings.’
‘I know,’ I tell her. ‘And you’re gonna conquer the world. Mom and dad would be proud of you.’
She smiles. ‘Likewise.’ She sighs and asks: ‘Is this a moment where other siblings would hug?’
‘Perhaps, but we ain’t like other siblings. The day I hug you, is probably the day I die.’
She flips me the finger. ‘You’re an idiot, I hate you.’ But then she smiles. ‘Sy, thank you, for being so understanding. And know that wherever I am, I’ll always come back.’
‘I know.’
‘I will also leave behind some instructions on how to deal with the goats.’
‘You’re not taking the demons with you?’ I jokingly ask.
‘No,’ she says with a smile. ‘But don’t worry, from now on, I’ll only say sweet things about you to them.’
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I saw some people being torn between 1. hating on or being 'disappointed', to word it more kindly, with Utahime for being a traitor to Y/N and 2. Cannot really blame her because you can't help who you fall in love with. Ok, this is not a hate-ask or what. I'm just stating what I really think of this whole ordeal. At first I was torn between these two too but now that I thought about it, I think I shouldn't be.
Aight so first things first, it's clear, Utahime betrayed Y/N for sleeping with her ex husband. There's nothing to explain about that. Y/N trusted her yet she did something she definitely know could hurt Y/N. The whole sentence describes what she did. Now, for the part where some say that "They can't really blame her because you can't help who you fall in love with." That, I don't think it can justify what she did. First of all, can you really call it LOVE? In that short amount of time, can you really call it LOVE already? Second of all, in the middle of all those emotions, those frustrations, can you really call it LOVE? OR is she just DESIRING for something? Idk how this may sound to some of y'all but what I'm saying is, the betrayal that she did cannot be justified just because you think she fell in "love" and "can't help it" when the situation is like THAT, when they're all in THAT state? not drunk state, but you know...damaged and vulnerable. Admiration, infatuation, appreciation and desire are all so very different than love.
Anonymous said
I don't think Gojo is using Utahime to hurt Y/n. But I do think Utahime is taking advantage of the situation and the state that Gojo is in. Idk if she's doing it intentionally or not but I think what happened is that she saw an opening to fit in and make a move for what she wants for herself. She even encouraged him as she saw how desperate he is to try and move on because of what Y/n said even if she knows that he shouldn't get in a relationship right away. She probably saw Gojo's vulnerability and frustration as a chance and went for it. She took advantage of the situation and state that they are all in. I know she said that she knows that she's being a bad friend but I don't think she's really that concerned about it. like she's not really taking it to heart. at least that's how it seemed to me.
Anonymous said
I was in the situation where my ex got together with my best friend. I think what was hurt it wasn’t i still loved him but how she never told me. I knew it when i saw he came to meet her while my best friend and i hung out. She told me I told her i didnt love him, so they were together. I had to say it was fine because ppl expected me to accept it otherwise i would be a bad guy.
That was why i truly understand y/n. It didnt matter whether she still loves gojo or not, i assume she felt betraying in the way utahime didnt tell her. Because to y/n, utahime was her best friend, who she trusted. I hope y/n would have a happy ending with her son. And hope saint gets to take a rest too ❤️💪
Anonymous said
I really hope YN never forgives Utahime. She literally betrayed her in all ways possible. Y/N trusted her w almost everything that is happening with her and her life. Even trusted her to look out for her ex husband. She knew of Y/n's pain yet she was greedy enough to go for her ex husband for her own purposes, encouraged him and took advantage of the state he is in. She has witnessed how Momjo degraded Yn, even saying that Satoru should date her instead, yet she still went for him. I bet she was silently celebrating during those moments because his mom is in favor of her out of hate for Yn. Utahime is the last person person who deserves a happy ending in SY.
Anonymous said
A thought crossed my mind.
How possible is it that pushing Satoru and Y/N farther away from each other has started to become Utahime's ulterior motive at some point? Like at first, it wasn't her ulterior motive and she doesn't have any hard feelings for Y/N but when she started to learn more about how messy Satoru and Y/N's relationship is, she saw a tiny crack and took advantage of that, and she started to think that maybe she could be with him instead, so she chose to disregard her friendship with Y/N, no matter how special it is to her, because greed has gotten into her and she thought maybe Satoru could give her what she desperately wants. Like, she knows that Satoru is feeling neglected, she knows that he's so vulnerable, so desperate for comfort so she purposely gave him more attention than she should and more than what she was asked for, as if luring him. How possible is it that she's been intentionally separating Gojo and YN farther away from each other to make way for herself?
I just wondered since we're still in the middle of the story and I still don't know the true motives of the characters 😗
Anonymous said
idk... i think what hurt me the most was not the fact that gojo and hime slept together while drunk but it was the fact that they kept on going after the whole incident. i also can't stop thinking about how sachi is going to react after he matures more and understands the situation. the way that y/n sees herself as the antagonist in SN and SY just hurts me. also fuck you momjo. also don't listen to the haters Saint we love u, it's not your fault they can't differentiate fiction from reality.
Anonymous said
this might sound mean but I just really wanna speak out my opinion LMAO. I saw some still thinks that Toji and Utahime play the same role. Ok so For me, it is safe and okay to call Utahime an antagonist right now. I mean she betrayed YN's trust and is causing her pain when YN's been nothing but a good best friend to her. She's not just a second love interest, she's an antagonist in a sense that she's one of the main sources of MC's pain and hardships. That's far from the role that Toji is playing. Toji and Gojo aren't best friends, he didn't betray Gojo when he went for YN. I don't think it is right to put Utahime and Toji in the same level because they definitely aren't. The only similarities they have is that they are the "seconds" for the two MCs. Other than that, they are not the same. Unless she changes direction and shows some genuine love and respect for her best friend, she will remain an antagonist. try to put Getou in Toji's place, only then will the roles be even.
Anonymous said
Now that I think about it... The comparison "what Toji is to Y/n is like what Utahime is to Gojo" is not really acceptable. Toji didn't betray Gojo when he dated Y/n. They weren't friends. They weren't BEST friends. But Utahime... she's Y/n's trusted best friend yet she still did this to her. Nothing can justify her actions. You can't control who you love but you have a brain. I think she should know better than to date her BEST FRIEND's ex husband if she truly care for how Y/n feels. AND Sachi. I just hope she wakes up and think about all of her actions.
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Song. Just sad venting singing. So um. Just aware this is very sad.
Why can't I. beli~eve you.
Why can't I see
All that you do.~for me
I sit here in silence
Like the answers will come~ to me.
Why can't I just live
In some stupid fan~ta~sy.
Why can't I just give you
the answers that you plead~ from me.
Why can't I just be
the perfect girl~ that i wish~to~be
It's not like it's helping.
Sorry says nothing.
Why do I trap myself~
In this never ending mis~er~y
So why can't I. Beli~eve you
Why can't I see
All that I've done~to~you.
I left you waiting~ at the~front~ door
You were just chasing~
The calm~ I also~wish~for.
I shouldn't have thrown you~
off to the side.
I should have just waited
instead it ate up~my~mind.
So I tied up the locks.
So you wouldn't break~ like mine.
Believing that eternal~ sile~nce
Would save your life~not mine.
And now we will never~ be seen~ by each~others side
I didn't want to lose you.
It just seemed right at~the~time.
And now I have~ no one~
To support the burning tides.
I am left here with no one~
But my own mind
So why can't I. Beli~eve you.
Why can't I see
All that you try~to~do.
Thousands of whispers
Trying their best.
Telling me it's~okay
That I'll get through~this~test
But the silence~ between them~
eats up my head
Tells myself it's fake~
A hug only feels~ like~a dem~and.
And I try to
I try to~make it~feel real.
But the pain in my chest~
it's har~d to kill.
I want to~ believe you.
Why does it feel wrong.
Why does it feel like~ an old reu~sed song
I know it's all true
Deep in my brain
The logic sticks out
yet All I feel~ is pain
Why can't~ it just be.
Why can't I feel that. child~ish cheer.
When everything~ was fine.
There was chatter everywhere.
But~ now there's noth~ing but static in~my~ear.
And I'm left in my head
Trying~ my best
To hold up a face~
And say okay~ to every~thing said
Why can't I beli~eve you
Why can't I just be~
The face of fantas~tical
That you~ all see~
Why can't I trust your word.
Why can't I just let you be.
Why do I push all the way
Because I don't want you to die~ like~me.
I don't want to be seen~ as a failure to your wish
I don't want to~ disappoint every~one~ I see.
Why is the only~thing~ holding me back.
Is that I know~ you will all~miss~me.
Why does it~ feel selfish
To reach out for help~
That I'll lose all my grand~eur
If something~is~wrong
Why can't I believe you.
Please tell me~ please
I know it's not fake~
Why does it~ dece~ive~me.
I just want to believe you
I just want to be.
Why can't I believe you
Why won't this song leave~
I just want a quiet
Filled with a bliss.
Curious little thoughts.
Playfull little kits.
An art~istic~freedom
where I did things~ for kicks~
When it was all just~for fun.
To show the friends and the kids
And yet I repeat the song.
As I som~berly exist
Why can't I beli~eve you.
I want to believe you.
I wish I could.
I wish.
One day.
One day I will.
I will~ want to~ ex~ist.
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Jake & Daniela
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“Jake?” Layla asks when she returns to their hotel room, holding a brightly decorated gift bag.
“Yup, sorry to disappoint. Marc and Steven asked me to take over,” he answers. It had been an odd day. Layla left to do some shopping while Birdy and Kid joined their dad for lunch, Jake had assumed that either Marc or Steven would take the body back afterward but they both insisted that Jake fronted, dodging and dismissing any questions Jake had over their suspicious behavior.
“You know I’m very disappointed when you’re out, I love all parts of you,” Layla says. She placing the bag on the table in front of him before giving him a quick peck on the head. “Actually, I have a present for you and Daniela. For being such good sports. I know this trip was hard for you two.”
“Yeah?” he says with a bit of wariness, slowly pulling the bag toward himself. He tosses the tissue paper as the paper, slowly reaches into the bag. He feels like Gatarina when she’s trying to sneak a treat without anyone noticing. Jake’s never received a gift before, not completely sure of the social expectation of receiving a present.
“A shirt? Jewelry?” He asks, pulling out two orange short sleeve button down with a floral print, bringing the larger one up towards his chest. He assumes it's a matching set for them since Layla mirrors him, bringing the small shirt up to her chest. He likes it, although the style would be more suitable for the beach.
“Keep going,” she smiles as Jake reaches back into the bag, pulling out two tickets from the bottom of the bag, ‘Bad Bunny at United Center’ written in bold text.
Jake’s jaw drops in disbelief, surely this can’t be real. Must be some twisted attempt at a prank. Tickets were sold out within seconds–he knows, he tried. He even joked about trying to sneak in, catching the show from one of the support beams. He had the suit after all, using it a little selfishly wouldn’t have been the end of the world.
“No way. Is this a prank?” He asks, still trying to process everything, struggling to vocalize a coherent thought.
“Of course not.”
“How did you get tickets?”
“I have my ways,” she smirks innocently.
“You are the best platonic wife,” Jake gasps with excitement, wrapping Layla up in a tight squeeze, kissing her face repeatedly.
“You’re the sweetest platonic husband. Now, get dressed.”
It doesn't take long for Daniela to pop in. She’s almost as ecstatic as Jake when she finds out about the concert, demanding Jake hand over the body so that she can clean it to her standards.
‘I want to front during the show,’ Daniela says as soon as she finishes styling their hair.
‘Layla gave me the tickets,’ Jake argues.
‘You said she said ‘present for you and Daniela.’ I’m not asking for permission, I’m fronting.’
‘Concerts are loud and sweaty and there are lots of lights. Are you up for that?’ He asks sincerely.
‘Fuck you, I know my limits,’ she rolls her eyes, making a show of putting their stress ball, sensory-friendly rose-colored glasses, and new pair of earplugs in Layla’s purse.
‘Just looking out for you, no need to be so snappy. Why don’t we try to be co-con for it? That way we can both enjoy it?’
‘Fine.’
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As the concert plays, the stage’s lights turn purple before the next song begins, the spotlight shining on Bad Bunny as he walks across the catwalk.
“Como si ser mujer fuera un pecado. La demonia ha despertado, ey, una guerrera,” Daniela sings along, screaming with the rest of the crowd.
After the last note plays and they shuffle outside of the concert venue, Layla wraps her arms around Daniela's waist from behind. Layla’s teeth shatter slightly as the cold breeze blows through them, hiding her face in Dani’s shirt as they wait for their taxi.
“Did you guys like it?” Layla asks.
“Yeah. Jake really like ‘Despues De La Playa’ and ‘Me Porto Bonito.’ Although, he was pretty jealous that Benito kissed one of the dancers, he said it should have been him. What did you think?” Daniela asks.
“I liked it. Isn’t Jake super ace, why does he want to kiss him,” Layla laughs.
“He said a bit ago his two expectations are Bad Bunny and Selena,” Daniela shrugs, although she can't judge.
I liked Bad Bunny’s skirt, he looked good.”
“I like that too. Middle finger to machismo, está cool.”
“Dani, do you want a skirt? I think you could pull it off.”
“Maybe,” she whispers.
A/N: Dani’s song is Andrea, these lines particularly made me think of her: “As if being a woman was a sin/ The devil has wokеn up, aye/ A warrior”, “She deserves so much and gets so little” and “[Daniela], be yourself and may people go suck a dick”
Marc’s not super into reggaeton (he likes it, just doesn’t seek it out) but they’ve all agreed that his song is “Yo No Soy Celoso”(I’m not jealous)
#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#marvel#layla el faouly#moonscarab#usaigi speaks#moon knight fanfic#mk lunar sys
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This idea just hit me like a train. How would twst boys react to WAP from Cardi B?? 😂😂😂
I'm trying to ignore the fact that I might've never discovered WAP without this request...🗿
Warning(s): What should I even tag as the warning idkk ckcjxjsjsjdjdjck- Mentions of WAP's lyrics, mentions of nsfw, Warning for Idia's part bc I think it went a bit too far-
Riddle Rosehearts
Heard of this song named WAP being trending between students -> Searched it up -> Riddle:... Riddle: *Turns off his phone*
Bans WAP from the whole Heartslabyul afterwards, and every student found listening to it will have to face Riddle's: "NOOOOOOO- NO WAP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD - GO TO HORNY JAIL OFF WITH YOUR HEADS YOU UNWORTHY CREATURES- "
Trey Clover
Searches: "What does WAP mean?" before wards and after reading the search results he decides that he doesn't really need to listen to the song itself anymore.
He just clears his browsing history and returns to baking cakes. Nothing has happened, he knows nothing.
Cater Diamond
He is the guy making those "Night raven college react to WAP!!" videos on magicam. His reaction videos get over 100k views and people from all over the Twisted Wonderland start following this dork for them.
Who cares about the WAP itself? As long as he can gain followers over these videos he doesn't care how the song is supposed to be.
But at last Riddle discovers his videos by finding other dorms' students laughing over them and forces him to take them down💀 Man, Riddle really did ruin his once-in-a-life time chance for becoming popular.
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade
Riddle has banned WAP Heartslabyul so they're going to illegally listen to it. It was Ace's fault though, Deuce is innocent.
Ace searchs up the music video, Deuce just sees the thumbnail and tells Ace that he doesn't think that this is going to be a good idea but Ace cuts him off by asking him not to be such a chicken-
Though they had to stop because Deuce was all shaky and embarrassed after just 20 seconds :"Stop this-STOP THIS- I CAN'T DO THIS- WE'RE STILL TOO YOUNG" and Ace had to stop to shut Deuce because they could've gotten caught at any second because of his unholy screams.
[a few minutes later...]
Deuce: It was saying DOORS in this house
Ace: Bruh what the- we both know it was saying Wh*res.
Deuce: Y-you dirty minded bastard!! It was clearly saying doors in this house!
Ace: Why the hell would they say doors in this house!??? It was wh*res!
Deuce: Doors!
Ace: WH*RES
Deuce: DOORS
Ace: WH*RES
Deuce: DOOOOORRRSSSSSSSSS
Leona Kingscholar
See he might be a jerk but he hasn't yet gotten to the level of appreciating this way of presenting women in songs-
He's just going to pretend that WAP doesn't exist,but most of the Savanaclaw on the other hand are going wild because with WAP, now he can't even take a peaceful nap without WAP being looped in his brain.
Ruggie Bucchi
WAP isn't beyond his power, he's handled stronger songs.✨ He'd regularly rap WAP in public when he's feeling like it.
Now he goes around to recommend WAP to naïve students and taint their virginity by making them listen to WAP without knowing what it is-
Jack Howl
Catches Ace and Deuce listening to WAP and ends up listening to it because of them. He doesn't knpw what to say...
He isn't mad, just disappointed. Disappointed parent noises. Out of all these students, why should he best buddies which these two?
Time to drag Ace and Deuce to a corner and give them a long speech on why young men their age need to be focusing on mastering skills and achieving success through these golden years instead of violating rules and tainting their pure minds.
"Trappola-kun, Spade-kun, you've greatly disappointed me. You need to be more mindful of your actions as fellow freshmen of night raven college. Is this how the future's great magicians are going to be? How do you think your parents would feel about this new habit of yours? Have you thought of how despicable women are being presented through such songs? Are you going to support such a taboo message toward ladies?"
And Ace and Deuce end up having to listen to him and think of their bad actions for the rest of the day...
Azul Ashengrotto
[Before listening to WAP]: He hears of this WAP song being super trending between students. What might it secret be? What kind of magic would make a simple song so hecking popular? He has to find out.
Azul thinks that by learning WAP's ways, he might be able to produce songs that are even better for mostrolounge and even start his very own music company! But before that he needs to listen to wap itself...
[After listening to WAP]: ...He discovers what kind of magic is making it so popular, but decides that it'd be better for him take a step back from the world of music for now. Yes, he's traumatized
Floyd Leech
"Hey hey koooeeebiii chaaannnn have you seen my new dance~?" ah yes, he's got the WAP dance and he's proud of it. These are the time when he's genuinely thankful for getting to have human legs.
But the WAP dance isn't his only target, he realizes that Jamil doesn't seem to want Kalim to know anything about WAP, but thankfully, Floyd is going to be kind enough to bless the young Kalim with his wealthy knowledge on WAP. ✨
Jade Leech
"My...my...that was savage," Jade is amazed, it's quite wonderful how these fragile creatures can go from Micheal Jackson's smooth criminal to WAP in a matter of years.
He's still having trouble keeping up with latest human trends and popular songs but, he's slowly liking humans a lot more than before. These creatures have already reached the level to make put p*rn in music, impressive.
Kalim Al Asim
He hears students whispering about an epic song named WAP during the classes, and of course he'd be intrigued!
He looks up the song but Jamil has already blocked his access to any sources that he might find WAP in, yet Floyd was kind enough to lend Kalim his phone to let him listen to this masterpiece. Later on, Floyd tells him about the WAP dance and bam, Kalim is addicted.
"Everyone watch me! I've got the WAP!"
Poor Jamil doesn't know which is worse, having Kalim signing it loudly in the dorm or watching him showing off his skills in that WAP dance in public. It's time for Jamil to go on a long, long trip and never come back until Kalim graduates from this school.
Jamil Viper
Listens to WAP once, is going to spend the rest of his life pretending that he has never heard or watched it. The most ironic part about it is how he watches the music video instead of just listening to the song and...the snakes. Good lord the snakes- He isn't sure if he likes snakes anymore.
The snakes part seriously traumatizes him but not like Kalim does when he asks Jamil to learn him the WAP dance. And heck no Jamil isn't going to learn him how to dance like a wh*re. At this point, he decides to deny WAP's whole existence.
Kalim: At least tell me what a WAP is!
Jamil:
Jamil: Worship and prayer.
Vil Schoenheit
Hasn't listened to WAP and refuses to do so. He's got standards.
Rook Hunt
"Bravo!!! These Mademoiselles have taken the art of music to a whole nother level! Beaute! 100 points! 💯" (...what else did you expect him to say?)
Just as always, no one can really tell if Rook really liked it or not but from the way he acts he seems to be... intrigued. Apparently WAP starts to get too famous in school and Rook would always be the first one to find out if a student is secretly listening to WAP in public, so he doesn't mind popping up and reminding the students not to listen to such a potentially stimulating song so carelessly: "Monsieur (x), it's adorable to see you appreciating such a glorious piece of art in this lovely day, but I don't think that all of these students staring at us right now are yet prepared for such a beauty,"
Epel Felmier
He just asked Ace for some music that'll make him sound more badass and Ace gave him the WAP:
Epel listening to WAP be like:😳😶😨😕😭
His face is redder than a tomato after the first 30 seconds of WAP, but Ace tells him that he'd be the bravest human being ever if he takes the urge to listen to this in front of teachers.
Tries to dance to WAP and make a video with it to upload on magicam, but Vil catches him in the middle of process.💀💀💀 The video turned out pretty good though. It looks just like a mother (Ehm- Vil) getting into her child's room (Epel-) and finding them doing some crazy shit.
Idia Shroud
He's the silent and seemingly shy dude who's listening to WAP in the highest volume under those head phones during classes.
Divus Crewel: CaF2(s) + Br2(ℓ) → CaBr2(s) + F2(g)...
Inside Idia's headphones: " ~ Wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~ there some wh*res in this house~"
Bonus: He once forgets to connect his headphones to his tablet before playing WAP:
[Wap is being played at max volume inside Trein's class]
Idia: *Thinks that the sound is coming from his head phones*
The classroom: "Beat it up, n*gga, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this p**sy right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card"
Trein: 😳
Students: 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
Crowley about to jump down: 🤭
Idia still not realizing what the hell is going on: 'Lucy lucy baby~ hihihi- wait- why they all staring at me now...? Did they hear me internally flirt with Lucius?'
No need to say what happened to Idia after this...
Ortho Shroud
No WAP for him. You may find him reacting to "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" if you're interested.🗿
Malleus Draconia
Thank goodness he just finds the censored version of WAP... Listens to the whole song, but doesn't understand most of the lyrics. The "Put this cookie right in your face" part confuses him the most, he doesn't get it. Why would you put a cookie in your face? Is this something humans usually to do with their desserts? Like, would they put ice cream in their faces too?
Virgin dragon keeps on asking people, including Lilia, to tell him what it means to put a cookie in one's face, yet no one seems to give him any proper answers ):
Perhaps human music just isn't his thing, he's getting back to sad violin noises which he listens to when he isn't invited.
Lilia Vanrouge
WAP go brrrrrrr. Our sassy grandpa is legit in love with this piece of gold and all of the humans for achieving such a glory. The beat is superb and the lyrics are: Delicious, motivational and creatively written.
Even better, WAP has an unofficial but smexy dance too. Old man Lilia is never too old for performing a sexy physically challenging dance.
You can now hear savage rock sounds combined with WAP playing in the background coming from his room when he's vibing in the afternoon.
(I can totally see him wearing a neko maiden costume while dancing to WAP and you can't tell me otherwise)
Silver
Finds WAP in papa Lilia's playlist...
Silver:
Silver:
Sebek Zigvolt
Sweet mother of love Sebek feels like listening to WAP has taken his virginity away-
He is a good boy, no, he once was a good boy. He's no longer the worthy man he used to be now that this unholy song has tainted his soul.
Legit feels guilty and and sinful after WAP, so you can find him praying for forgiveness to that Malleus portrait in his room every night.
"Oh young master forgive my thoughtless deeds, I beg for your mercy upon me now that I've sinned..."
Dire Crowley
Not saying that a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing, but a drag Queen Crowley dancing to WAP would be a thing- Everyone bow down to the Headmaster, the most gracious of them all 😩😩😩👌🏻
Please, don't blame him. Birby is under too much of pressure after the very recent overblot cases and he needs a way to let go of the stress😔😔😔
Sam
Is illegally selling copies of the WAP because most of the dorms had blocked access to this song for the students...
"Helloooooo little demons I've got the WAP! In stuck now-"
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#malleus draconia#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#Jamil Viper#kalim al asim#Azul Ashengrotto#jade leech#Floyd Leech#leona kingscholar#riddle rosehearts#Deuce spade#rook hunt#Dire Crowley
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No i In Team
Summary: Having been dumped, you find yourself standing in the mud and rain as a bootcamp instructor yells at you. Finally you snap, telling him your mind before storming off. Later when he appears at your room to see if you are ok, he makes sure you are fully over your ex, proving that some men are a lot better than others.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or body type mentioned)
Fandom; Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough sex, vaginal sex, doggy style, cowgirl, inappropriate use of a mini sombrero.
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No I In Team
This was it. This was the worst decision you had ever made. In fact, the worst collection of the worst decisions. Ever. In the history of decision making.
The rain continued to pour. Any sane person would not be standing in the middle of an assault course in this weather. They certainly wouldn’t be joining in on a ‘team building get-away’ when you had in fact already quit the company and it just finished your notice period. And they really wouldn’t have come when their ex was parading his new girlfriend around and they were on the same team as you.
Okay, so the last bit wasn’t in your control; your ex had in fact dumped you - via text - whilst you were in the cab there. Which honestly was a bit of a surprise seeing as you were meant to be sharing a room, and you had splashed out on one of the luxury rooms in the hotel where the corporate events were held at. He was a little surprised - which proved how much of a dumbass he really was - when you refused to let him and his new girlfriend take your room, and you stay in the smaller and cheaper one she had paid for. It was simple, you had paid, they could fuck off.
The other girlfriend, now that was a surprise. You didn’t want to hate her, she seemed very sweet but there were definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic going on with her. Your weasel of an ex had cited a number of reasons for the break up, all laying blame on you, but really you had known it was coming and were quite relieved in a way… he was now someone else's problem.
However, because of being blindsided by the break up, you had continued on autopilot and now found yourself soaked to your skin, and the enormous brute that ran the bootcamp was doing his best to yell at every single person to ‘encourage’ them. Jesus christ you weren’t built for climbing up ropes and flinging yourself over 10ft walls, and with each passing obstacle you were falling further and further behind.
“COME ON! GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER THAT ROPE NET!”
Rolling your eyes you let out a huff and slid-ran through the three inch deep mud, starting to climb the net that led up to a rope ladder you were expected to climb across as it was suspended over a pool of muddy water. You looked into the distance, your ‘team mates’ having well and truly left you behind, and as you reached the bottom of the net you looked up at it, taking in how muddy and slippery it was where 11 other people had already climbed up it;
“ARE YOU AFRAID OF A NET? PULL YOURSELF UP AND STOP FUCKING AROUND IN THE MUD”
The ‘Captain’ yelled at you from six feet away. Jesus you were fed up with him. The guy looked like he lived, breathed, and slept military. At the start of the course he had introduced himself as Captain Syverson, but everyone was to refer to him as Captain. His fatigues and t-shirt were plastered to his skin, his beard soggy as puffs of steam came from his mouth as he continued to yell at you.
You turned to him, watching as he took a single stride and was just a foot from you, taking a deep breath to yell again before you pushed your hand up and pressed a single finger to his mouth;
“No”
He stopped, unable to hide his surprise as his eyebrows shot up before you pulled your finger away.
“Get your ass up that net, NOW!”
Crossing your arms you repeated yourself;
“No. I will not”
“THERE IS NO I IN TEAM!”
“No. There isn’t. But there is an i in Vibrator”
“W-what?”
“Vibrator. Dildo too. And i quit”
“You can’t quit”
“Unless you are going to throw me over your shoulder and carry me across that net and ladder, i quit. I am going to go back to my expensive hotel room, stopping at the bar to buy a bottle of the hardest liquor they have, have a hot bath, and give myself something a man has never been able to”
“What’s that?”
“An orgasm”
You turned on your heel and started towards the hotel building in the distance, leaving the Captain speechless in the rain. When you were halfway across the lawns you could hear him yelling at the rest of the team, but you couldn’t give a fuck, you’d had enough.
-
The bath was amazing. You’d spent a good hour if not two in it letting the spa jets send streams of bubbles over your body, and had in fact given yourself the first of many orgasms you had planned for your evening. You had been disappointed when you’d discovered that the bar wouldn’t sell bottles of alcohol, but the bartender had quietly told you that if you ordered the corporate entertainment tray over room service they were obliged to send up a selection of miniatures with mixers and nibbles.
You were still standing in your towel when you heard a knock at the door, puzzled to be interrupted as you had the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the handle. Approaching the peephole you looked through, surprised to see who was on the other side. Opening the door a few inches you looked out, and saw him leaning casually against the doorframe, now wearing dry clothes that accentuated how he was 101% muscle, from the kingfisher blue sweater that made his eyes even brighter, to the dark denim that clung to his muscled thighs, a smirk played across his face when he saw what you were wearing;
“Hi”
“Captain?”
He shifted and held out a bottle of Tequila;
“The bar doesn’t sell liquor by the bottle”
He motioned for you to take it, and as you did so you swung the door open a little more, seeing him look you up and down, his eyes growing a little darker as he licked his lips;
“I thought about what you said…”
“Which part”
“About what words the letter i are in” you didn’t realise but he had shifted a little closer, his toes now over the threshold of the room; “Cos’ i thought of another word that has the letter i in”
You cocked your head to the side, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, already gauging the reason his thickly muscled man was at your hotel room door with a smile and alcohol;
“Dick has got an i in”
“You’re absolutely right” you pulled the cork from the bottle of Tequila, taking a sip and grinning at the captain as you fiddled with the little hat that hung from the neck of the bottle, taking a step back as he slowly crept further into the room. A flash of lightning from the bad weather outside illuminated the room, and yet the air between your bodies almost sparked from the energy you were giving off.
“But my favourite letter is U”
“Ok… i’m waiting for the punchline…”
“Because that’s in the word Tongue, and i would very much like my tongue to be in u”
Closing the gap between you, you pressed two fingertips to his chest, the soft blue sweater he now wore warm to the touch;
“That…” you paused, walking your fingers up his chest with each word: “Was the best pick up line i’ve ever heard, Captain”
Pushing the door shut behind him, his slid his hand into the split of your towel, his warm palm resting on your hip before pulling you flush with his chest;
“You can call me Sy”
-
He had lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the towel trapped between your bodies but now unraveled as it dragged along the floor, your naked back and ass cooling in the air of the room, but soon warmed by two large hands as they roamed over your skin. His kiss was rough, his tongue licking into your mouth as his beard tickled your face.
You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten to the bed until he had pulled away and sat down, pulling you down with him so you were straddling his waist;
“Ride my face, let me give you what you need” he growled, his hands on your ass pushing you up his body.
You’d quickly scrambled to set the bottle onto the nightstand before straddling his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his massive hands cupped your ass. He pulled you down until you were literally seated on his face, his thick beard brushing against your thighs and ass, his tongue burying itself between your slick folds, teasing you open.
Winding one hand through his short brown hair, the soft chocolate curls caressed your fingers as your other hand rested against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself, his eagerness already rapidly pushing you towards an orgasm, your body still buzzing from the one you’d given yourself in the bath.
“Oh fuck… Sy, Jesus Christ your tongue…”
You’d never met a man with a tongue so wide and juicy, the thick muscle pulsing within your cunt as his nose teased your clit, and soon you were shaking above him, attempting to push up on your legs from the intensity of it, only for his strong grip to tighten on your ass and pull you back down onto his face.
“Ride my tongue Darlin’” you heard his muffled voice, and as you looked down you saw his face was flushed but his eyes held nothing but mischief.
Tossing your head back you let yourself go, calling out his name as you unashamedly rode his tongue to an intense orgasm, flooding his face with your juices.
Limp and pliable, you felt him lifting you before setting you down on the bed, his lips finding your neck and shoulders as he pressed kisses to your skin. The storm raged outside the window, rain lashing against the glass and making you feel even more enclosed in as Sy’s body covered your own. Finally enough of your senses returned that you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. When he finally broke away from your lips he started to kiss down your body, only for you to tug at his soft blue sweater, wanting the knitwear gone;
“Okay ok Darlin’...”
“Want to see you… feel you…” you were lust drunk now, a fire in the pit of your belly where you wanted nothing more than this beast of a man to split you open and fuck you raw.
He let out a low belly laugh, pushing off you and standing, a grin on his face as he saw you watching him as he stripped for you.
With his sweater tossed aside, he toed his boots off as his hands made quick work of his jeans, revealing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that were obscenely bulging at the front. Clenching your thighs together did little to satisfy the arousal, and as he tucked his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear you bit your lip as he teased you, pulling the elastic down to reveal the thick bush of hair and a tantalizing peek at the thick root of his shaft. Inch by inch he lowered his underwear until they dropped to the floor, and your mouth was agape as you took his size in all his glory;
“Wow, you really do have the equipment for the BDE you give off...” He paused and looked at you, cocking an eyebrow as you started to explain; “It means big…”
“I know what it means” he smirked, hooking his finger at you and watching as you crawled over the bed until your face was level with his rapidly hardening dick; “Why don’t you show me how good that mouth of yours is?”
Wrapping your hands around his hot flesh you could feel him growing harder and thicker under your touch, leaning your head forwards until you could take him into your mouth, tasting him on your tongue as he grunted above you;
“That’s it Darlin’, get me nice and wet, gonna have this buried in you sooner or later, the harder you get me the more dick you get inside you”
He rested his hand on the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper but without being pushy about it. When his tip nudged at the back of your throat you fought back the feeling, looking up with watery eyes as his own bored into your soul as his dick tried to do the same to the back of your skull.
Holding you deep he finally with a gasp pulled himself out of your mouth with a string of curses, stroking your hair as you coughed and sucked in precious oxygen;
“Fuck, that mouth of yours is a thing of wonder Darlin’... but i want to get into that sweet cunt of yours… how do you need it?”
“N-need it?”
He gently pushed you onto your back, crawling over you until he was poised and ready to go;
“Yeah, need it. You’ve just broken up with some limp dick, how do you need me to fuck you?”
“W-what are the options?”
“You want slow and gentle, or you want me to fuck you like a beast and toss you around like a rag-doll”
“Beast mode please”
With a low growl he grinned as he surged forward and caught your lips with his own, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he took complete control. You felt him gripping his dick as he swiped it through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your wetness before he pulled away and grasped you by the hips as he knelt on the bed, pulling you up his thighs before thrusting his fat girth into you with one swift movement.
“HOLY FUCK!”
“That’s it Darlin, take my dick all the way. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about anyone else that has ever disappointed you”
Gritting his teeth he moved your body like you were a rag-doll, pulling you onto his hardness as you could do little but to go limp and let your mind get flooded by the pleasure he was giving your body thanks to the best sex you’d ever had. Gripping at the sheets you felt an orgasm start to building within you;
“Sy… keep doing that… i’m gonna cum…”
With a smile and a grunt he did exactly as you asked, keeping his pace fast and steady as you lost control around him, your back arching as your legs shook and you came hard. You were trembling from the force of the aftershocks as he slowed down and finally stilled, letting you relax onto the duvet as he covered your body with his, pressing openmouthed kisses to your chest, murmuring against the soft flesh;
“These titties are spectacular”
He moved a little and you felt that he was still hard, a smirk back on his face;
“Oh i’m not done yet Darlin’, that was just an intermission”
He pulled out of you and you found yourself being flipped over, your ass pulled up as he filled you from behind this time, his thickness splitting your walls open and his massive hands found their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he pile drove into you from behind;
“Feel so fucking good Darlin, love the way your cunt feels around my dick, wanna feel you cum again before i shoot my load in ya’, then you can have a breather before round two”
Your eyes went wide; this was still only round one? Fuck, Sy was an utter beast and as he tilted his hips and his dick hit just the right spot, your eyes rolled back in their sockets and your jaw hung open, the pleasure running through your veins turning your brain to jelly and all you could comprehend was Sy fucking the living daylights out of you.
Starting to tremble, your sighs became squeaks which became screams of his name as you started to cum and it kept going, your body squeezing him tighter than a vice before he finally came with a beastly roar, shooting ropes of his creamy seed and coating velvet walls.
The pair of you slumped down onto the bed, your bodies still joined as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck. Finally he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of his warmth and weight on top of you, instinctively rolling and curling up against his side as you rested your head on his chest, the song of his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear;
“Fuck… that was amazing”
He gently stroked one hand over your back;
“You can say that again Darlin’. Your pussy is like heaven… never had a cunt grip me so tight and be able to take me balls deep before...”
You smiled and let your eyes rest for a moment, before you felt him shift and the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle disturbed your post orgasmic bliss. Looking up you saw him oof the cork out of his mouth before bringing the bottle of tequila to his lips and taking a large mouthful. Holding the bottle to you he grinned as you sat up and took it, following suit and still wincing at the burn as the expensive liquid slid down your throat.
Just at that moment there was a massive crack of thunder outside and an immediate flash of light, before the electricity fizzled out, plunging you into darkness. You weren’t afraid of the dark but the suddenness of it made you squeal, Sy pulling you close;
“Shhh its ok Darlin’, this place gets its power knocked out all the time cos’ its up on the hill here. That’s why there’s candles in every room”
He deftly slid out of your grasp and you heard him fumbling around on the floor before he illuminated the room with his phone, and you watched as his silhouette made its way across the room and you heard the click of a lighter. Moments later the room had a pale glow from the candles that had sat on the side table, and as he carried one back to bed you saw that he was still hard;
“How are you…”
“Still up? Oh Darlin’ i can go eight or nine rounds before i droop”
“Eight or… nine…”
He flopped down onto the bed beside where you sat, his hands behind his head and a wide smile on his face;
“So, what do ya’ wanna do next?”
You laughed softly before taking another sip of tequila, toying with the little hat that was attached to it before a sudden urge overtook your senses. With a look of amusement on his face Sy watched as you took the hat from the bottle and softly tied it to his dick, the hat standing proud on his tip;
“A perfect fit” he remarked, but before either of you could say anything else a knock at the door interrupted you.
“Babe?” a quiet voice came from the other side of the door; “You in there?”
Your heart sank;
“Its my ex… I’m gonna go tell him to fuck off…”
Sy caught your arm gently, a grin on his face;
“Let me”
What happened next was something you could only have dreamt of, and as you pulled a pillow in front of you to hide your nakedness, Sy basked in his own naked glory as he strode to the door and pulled it open;
“Yes?”
Your ex stood in the hallway outside your room, his bags at his feet;
“What are you…?”
“I’m busy keeping my girl happy. What’re you doing here?”
“I got dumped…”
“Well champ, that sounds like a you problem…”
Without another word Sy stepped back and shut the door, making sure to flip the security lock extra hard so that your ex could hear it from the hallway. Striding back to the bed you couldn’t help but to laugh;
“I can’t believe you answered the door completely naked, hard, and with a mini sombrero on your dick!”
Climbing onto the bed he lay on his back, his hands behind his head as he grinned at you, wriggling his hips so his hard dick swayed to and fro with the hat still attached;
“Oh i think it made the moment all that more memorable Darlin’”
“He’ll certainly remember it, that’s for sure”
You carefully took the little adornment off of Sy, tossing it aside as you straddled his hips and grasped his hot shaft, helping to find your waiting entrance before sinking down onto him.
The feeling of taking him inch by inch was almost overwhelming; thick and gnarled, his fat dick stretched you in every direction, and you were thankful for the added lubrication of his cum already dripping out of you.
As you started to ride him you could feel your body already deceiving you and climbing towards a rapid orgasm, and you found yourself cupping your breasts and twisting your nipples to distract yourself and let it last just a little longer. However when Sy’s massive hands rested on your hips and he started to thrust up into you, it was the beginning of the end. The final straw was when he slid one hand to your front, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing quick circles firmly against the engorged bud did it send you over the edge and you were coming again, back arched and head thrown back as your bodies moved as one in the candlelight.
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Sy fucked you until the storm cleared and the candles fizzled out, just the moonlight illuminating your room when you both crawled under the duvet and fell asleep, sweaty bodies cooling in the night, sated from your energetic lovemaking.
Come morning and you were woken up by a series of featherlight kisses to your naked back and shoulders. For the briefest moment panic set in, but then you remembered your bed companion from the night before;
“Mmm Mornin’ Darlin’” he drawled, his voice low and coarse from sleep.
Turning you smiled at him before his lips caught yours for a gentle kiss. What followed was the best oral you’d ever received, followed by a steamy session of shower sex where for the first time in your life you’d felt confident that your partner was strong enough to not let you slip and injure yourself.
The following room service breakfast had been thoroughly enjoyable where the two of you had talked and laughed, swapped numbers and both made it clear you’d like to see the other again. Sy had even driven you back to the train station, where you’d attracted the odd few stares as he’d kissed you with tongues and teeth before giving your ass a squeeze.
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Two weeks later.
Sy fiddled with the zippered pocket on his fatigues as he waited nervously outside the meeting room at the corporate offices. After what had seemed like an amazing night with you, he’d arrived at work on Monday to discover one of his boot camp cadets had made a formal complaint about his ‘lewd behaviour’. He knew it wasn’t you, but it had distracted him from the string of text’s you’d shared in the following days. He was thankful that you’d told him not to apologise, having started your new job and that was full on from the word go.
The door to the meeting room opened and his name was called, standing he smoothed his shirt down and nodded before entering the room. This was probably the most nervous he’d been since leaving the army; at least there if you fucked up you got a court marshall, now he was a civilian if he lost his job it meant he couldn’t pay his bills.
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You were attempting to get a file out of the huge stack that sat on your desk without knocking your coffee over when your office door opened and a friendly face peered around the corner;
“Hey, you ready for the disciplinary hearing?”
“The what?... Oh, right… let me find the file…”
“Did you read it?”
Shaking your head you grinned at the manager of offsite contractors;
“Don’t worry, i’ve skimmed it. You guys brought me in to sort through this mess my predecessor left behind, I just wasn’t expecting it to be this much of a mess…”
Grabbing your coffee and the file with that day's date on, you followed your colleague through the building, attempting to scan over the complaint, frowning when you saw that the printer been running out of toner and had omitted the two parties names. Nevermind, you could always write those in.
Chewing on your pen as you shut the meeting room door, you quickly took a seat at the end of the table, looking up and only then your eyes going wide. On one side sat your ex, and someone that looked like a low rate lawyer judging by the cheap suit and even cheaper briefcase. On the other side sat Sy - Captain Syverson - whose eyes were as big as saucers and you saw the slightest hint of a smile start to tug at the corner of his mouth before he restored his poker face.
The manager introduced himself and then you;
“This is our new Human Resources manager, she’ll be overseeing this meeting”
Taking one last look at your report you took a sip of your drink before standing, keeping your face neutral;
“So, your client alleges that our employee acted in a lewd manner whilst on a team building exercise two weeks ago?”
“That is right Miss, you see…”
“And that your client wishes to pursue a lawsuit based on ‘emotional distress’ and that our employee caused the breakdown of his relationship”
“Yes Miss, Its like this you see…”
Cutting the lawyer off again, you looked pointedly at your ex;
“So, did you or did you not actually end the relationship with your partner, before even meeting Captain Syverson? Actually there’s no need to answer, i have a transcript of the text messages here…” you looked down at your your file, although you knew the texts by heart; “And i quote “I’ve found someone new, someone prettier than you, she’s better in bed too”
You looked up at your ex who was now sinking down into his chair;
“And by lewd behaviour, did you or did you not approach your ex’s bedroom at the hotel in the middle of the night, and continue to knock on her bedroom door whilst there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door?”
The lawyer attempted to talk, but yet again you cut him off;
“So therefore, you had no emotional or romantic relationship with the person whose room it was, and therefore as fully consenting adults, our employee and your ex, were perfectly within their rights to start a romantic relationship, were they not?” you took a deep breath; “And, as you have a history of making civil lawsuits against companies that you have deemed you ‘wrong’, this frivolous attempt at extortion has now been recorded, and will be submitted to the authorities”
You lifted your phone before setting it back down onto the table. You hadn’t been recording, but it was enough for your ex’s lawyer to stand and leave the room quickly, your ex scurrying close behind. Leaning to the manager you cleared your throat;
“You might want to make sure security escorts them completely offsite”
“Absolutely. Can i leave you debrief Syverson?”
“Leave it with me”
You shut the door behind him as he left, and felt the warmth of Sy’s body behind you;
“This is a very unexpected, but oh so pleasant surprise”
Turning in his arms you were thankful that there were no internal windows to this meeting room, kissing him deeply before the giant bear of a man pulled away and smiled softly at you;
“I need to buy you dinner for what you did… you’re fucking badass”
“How did you not know what the meeting was about?”
“They just told me it was ‘lewd behaviour’. I’d been wracking my mind for the last week to figure out what i may have said or done… yeah i yell at people for a living, but i’m never lewd…”
Placing your palm on his cheek you smiled at him;
“Dinner sounds good by the way”
“Come over to my place tonight, i’ll cook you dinner”
“Will there be dessert?”
Sy licked his lips, his gaze travelling down your body and back up again;
“There definitely will be for me… i’m sure i’ve got some cookies you can have too Darlin”
#captain syverson#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson fanfiction#captain syverson smut#henry cavill
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When you said that the angst would lean more on the yearning side, I think I get what you mean now 😭 still over here hoping for GojoYn endgame 😔
Thank you for the lovely work Saint! And please get sleep 🥺
Anonymous said
love, the pain is - I just want to cry rn while working and I just I thought I could handle it, I'm used to your level of angst after all haha but wow that hurt me so much bc sn/sy yngojo endgame :'( and it hurts seeing him w someone else as it hurts seeing yn w toji :'( I just feel like I need the whole day to recuperate lol but no seriously another great and amazingly written chapter !! thank you for it, saint!! I hope you're well <3
Anonymous said
I literally felt sick to my stomach after reading the whole gojo / hime thing. i genuinely had hope that we‘ll get gojoxyn again and they’ll be happy together but I just can’t see how it would work out anymore :’( im scared for yn
Anonymous said
nah the way it takes yn years and moving to another continent to only partially get over gojo and move on, but gojo takes a night and sleeps with her best friend??? and keeps it going??? i wouldn’t say it’s a betrayal but that still hurts 😭😭 also if gojo defends utahime when yn goes off on her (as long as what she says is valid)……gojo ur already on thin ice don’t make it even worse
Anonymous said
yall gojoyn supporters are strong. he has a sidepiece in every story. if i was yn, i would have totally blocked him off my mind the moment i learned abt him and utahime because that would be my peak. just walk away and pretend they dont exist except for when sachi's involved, but he said it himself that they should only cross paths when necessary.
Anonymous said
Saint you are so spot on with this "I love u" bullsh*t from Gojou, and then begging for her to take him back. reminds me so much of my ex lmao i used to believe it, but i learned. so when Gojou said that, I was scoffing to myself lol then he fucked Utahime so i guess i was right. men are so trash. goodluck to Utahime he's ur problem now
Anonymous said
Saint, I’d be honest after you shared that story of yours, where you always put your friends first or you, giving up a man for the sake of friendship had me thinking Utahime is going to be inspired with it 😭 I’m really disappointed, I’m rooting for her to be that kind of friend. Turns out she’s weak for dicks just kidding lmao It’s my fault for setting that expectation to her. I just hope it will be worth it at the end and she’ll not gonna end up with a broken heart and regret for jumping into a relationship with a broken man. I also can’t blame Gojo for jumping to another coochie cause let’s be honest, when we’re broken or sad we tend to decide with our emotions, the what ifs, the hope to fill the void and patch those broken pieces and a good source of distraction I guess?
Anonymous said
ermahgod everyone pls stop asking for smut btw 😃 y'all never really learn ur lesson: the more u ask saint to write something, the more pain u gonna get when she really deliver and it's totally not something you expect. if i have to read a detailed smut of gojohime making love in the future while gojo professes his love for utahime, im blaming all of you anons for asking for more smut 👺i also do not want to read another goodbye-heart-wrenching smut for gojoyn. or tojiyn's. in the words of yn: stop. stop. STOP!!!!
Anonymous said
We all know that Gojou is not in his right state of mind so he's gonna drop Utahime bc he's not ready for commitments at all lmfao 😐
Anonymous said
u know what. GOOD FOR GOJO lmaoooo im at this point where im like “they just need to be happy even if theyre not together”. maybe im just such a gojo fucker that seeing him trying to move on is so nice like i love seeing him speak normally and not crying and apologizing i swear its so refreshing LMAOAOA. maybe im also saying this bc i know his heart wasnt totally in it w/ utahime. while i dont mind them together i also dont mind if gojo and yn end up being endgame because sachi deserves that too. im at a point where really i think im fine with anything thatll happen LMFAOAOO
hey guysss!! tysm for sending all ur thoughts abt sy7. i hope you don’t mind me compiling them bc my askbox is really flooded right now and these are just some of the shorter ones sdjsfjs all the other asks i receieved are really long paragraphs
so sorry i can’t respond individually but i thought it’d be nice for other readers to see the reactions and possibly relate to the anons!! :’)
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Hello again! 👋
I saw you made a playlist of songs for Sy, and like, yes. Of course. Those all make sense. You have developed such an amazing story of who this man is, his character, and made us all want him so well. But it got me thinking, and so, of course, I had to go back and re-read EIYDMI 1-3 for science, a few times to make sure I didn't miss something along the way...
What was the book? He said he was into it, but I mean, did he like it? Did they agree about the important parts? Did he have a favorite passage? Was there something especially meaningful (besides knowing she was reading the same words on paper) about the story for him? Did they have enough time for another long distance book club?
I'm just, like, into him? You know? (I know you know.)
Ah @deandoesthingstome I kind of feel like I suck doing these kinds of asks, but I also like talking about my stories so, I’ll do my best to give you my thought process on what book the reader would have chosen and why I didn’t specify what book she sent.
Below the cut because for some reason I can pump out 800 words on this but I cant write a new story. 🙈
I didn’t mention a book on purpose because I felt like I put too much self indulgent shit in the story already, like mentioning the movies Alien vs Predator and Freddy vs Jason which are some of my favs and thought maybe it might be fun for the reader to get an idea in their head of what they would send to Sy.
Now thinking as the reader, she would rule out anything romantic or erotic straight up. At the point where she sends him the book, she’s still not sure of the relationship and what it all means so she doesn’t want to be too forward.
She also wouldn’t want to choose anything too deep, she likes to keep her conversations with him on lighter topics on purpose, usually only going deeper when he instigates it because she doesn’t want to burden him. She wants to give him an escape, so she would probably avoid anything too literary or dense. Plus, she doesn’t know if he even enjoys reading, so she isn’t going to throw him in the deep end. I think she’d pick something popular/mainstream to start with.
I was thinking she would choose a novel for Sy rather than a biography or something non-fiction. Again, this is about escapism rather than anything serious. She would be deciding between a crime novel, a thriller/spy novel or a fantasy or sci-fi book. @nashibirne suggested something comedic, but this is where my failings as a writer come in and I rarely read funny books so, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. The reader would discount anything that featured special operators/military, or anything war-like so your Robert Ludlum or Matthew Reilly type books would immediately be out. She considered some detective/mystery books like ones by Michael Connelly or Patricia Cornwell, but ultimately decided the stories were too grim.
That leaves sci-fi and fantasy. And (surprise!), my headcanon is that Sy reads fantasy/sci-fi (plus some history and biography/autobiography books but we already discounted them for the purposes of this story.) There were a few choices for the reader here: The Wheel of Time was immensely popular around this time, despite book 10 Crossroads of Twilight being disappointing to some fans; The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King, Wolves of Calla had just been released and was still a popular series; The Witcher (very meta - thanks @amberangel112); or perhaps a Michael Crichton novel like Jurassic Park or Prey.
Ultimately after wandering around the bookstore (yeah, there were still real bookstores back in 2003) the reader stumbles across Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, because if you can think back to 2003 (lol I unfortunately can 🤣) that book was EVERYWHERE. The thing about it was, it had people that hadn’t picked up a book in years reading again and well and truly entered the zeitgeist. So although it is in the thriller category and has some grim elements, it’s an exciting and fast paced read that seemed to have wide appeal at the time and she hadn’t read it yet and since it was a new release, she was pretty sure that Sy wouldn’t have read it yet. So, after agonising in the book store for ages, that’s what she ultimately picks.
So for Sy, reading the book was special because it was a connection the two of them had. He knew when he read the words that she had read them too. He spent a lot of time picturing what she looked like when she read. Did she only read at night time before bed or did she curl up on her couch (that fucking couch) at any time of day to read? Was she one of those people that carried a book everywhere they went? Did she drink a glass of wine or tea or coffee when she read? Did she fold the corners of the page to mark her spot or did she use a bookmark?
When they talk about the book, it’s usually a way to springboard into other topics like art or travelling, religion, and studying. They used it as a way to get to know each other better.
It’s a short read, but they spread it out, only reading a certain number of pages between phone calls.
I hope this was ok. I don’t know if this was the kind of answer you wanted but… yeah, I did my best and hope you liked it.
And yeah, I know... *sighing for Sy*
Sorry it took a couple of days to answer.
Let me know what book you would have sent to him, I’d love to know what you think!
❤️Rabbit
#captain syverson#captain syverson headcanon#even if you don’t mean it#ask sillyrabbit81#deandoesthingstome
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happy hoelidays ; preferences
warnings — allusions to smut, swear words, wanting kids (idk)
characters — andy barber, steve rogers, ransom drysdale, jake jensen, bucky barnes, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw, august walker
a/n — here’s my entry for the happy hoelidays 2020 hosted by @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817 , and @donutloverxo 🎄 Y/M/N = your mother’s name 🎄 lmk what you think!!
their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy
masterlist
I asked for one thing this year…you — dialogue prompt
Andy was going over the last of his files; as Christmas neared, he decided to take the week off. Despite it being something he didn’t usually do, he deemed it only necessary since he was spending the particular holiday with his beloved. Hearing the bustling of Christmas ornaments and decorations made the lawyer raise his gaze from the papers in front of him to the girl who was placing stockings with his and Y/N’s names by the fireplace — he didn’t even know that they had such stockings. “What do you have there, baby?”
Turning to him with a wide grin as she held the two trinkets, “I bought these two when I was at the mall the other day; they’re so cute!” As she pinned them by the fireplace, Andy hugged her so his front was flush against her back. “I do think they’re adorable like you,” Pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, Y/N giggled as his facial hair tickled her, “But I don’t think that the Christmas sock is necessary, especially for me.” Looking over to him with worried eyes and furrowed eyebrows, Y/N assumed the worst, “You don’t like it? Is it the color? Or did you see the gift I bought for you and think it’s shit?” Stopping her from overthinking, Andy kissed her deeply and held her hands between their chests to prevent her from wiggling away, “It’s not that, baby.” His statement didn’t help her confusion so Andy further explained, “I asked for one thing this year,” Kissing the knuckles in both her hands before looking up at her with pure love and adoration before confessing, “You. You’re what I asked for and I’m glad it came true.”
Oh, see, I thought we were going to enjoy a nice holiday dinner, and then you had to go and do that. I’m very disappointed, sweetheart — dialogue prompt
Knowing how much his girlfriend adored the Christmas season, August tried his best to end any missions before it or not accept any new ones. Thankfully this year he wasn’t needed elsewhere; so he decided to cook up a delicious homemade meal for the two of them. While he was doing the final preparations for their meal, he wondered what Y/N was doing. As he placed the chicken he cooked on the table, he removed the apron — something she’d gifted him when she found out he developed a habit of cooking and was extremely good — and headed to their shared bedroom, “Little one? Where are you?”
Y/N was nervous as she twirled in front of the mirror completely fixated on whether or not the babydoll she was going to wear later after their dinner looked good; so fixated she failed to hear his deep voice call out for her. When the door creaked open she turned around, they both gasped at the situation they were in. Y/N wasn’t planning for August to catch her in one of his gifts this early; while the latter was incredibly turned on that his erection was aching to be attended to. “Oh, see, I thought we were going to enjoy a nice holiday dinner,” He pointed to the door as he approached her with slow steps; “And then you had to go and do that,” He grabbed the cloth of her skimpy outfit before continuing, “I’m very disappointed, sweetheart.” Confused about his arousal that she mistook for anger, “What do you mean, Aug? Don’t you like this babydoll I got for you?” Her pout was so adorable that it only added to his desire for her as he clarified, “I love the babydoll, but I’m disappointed because now food’s gonna get cold because we’re gonna have to take care of this,” He grabbed one of her hands and let it feel his raging erection against his pants. Giggling at his problem, Y/N then squeezed his cock and sultrily teased, “Let’s get to it then, daddy.”
Congratulations. You’ve officially won the Ugly Sweater contest. — dialogue prompt
There were a lot of technological advancements that Bucky was thankful for; the improvement of the laundry washer and dryer wasn’t one of them though. It was just too much to comprehend for his cyborg brain with all the options and different detergents and products one can use. So he came to a compromise with his girlfriend; she’ll do the loading of their clothes into the washer and dryer, while he’ll unload them from the dryer and fold them. That set up worked perfectly for the two of them given how Y/N loathed having to fold clothes. But Bucky’s luck was wearing thin; Y/N was out running errands for the Christmas party of the Avengers and the former Winter Soldier was left alone at their living quarter. “Fuck it,” He whispered as he gathered all their dirty clothes and headed to the washer. The sweater he was going to wear was in the dirty pile of clothes and despite his disinterest in laundry. He poured whatever cleaning product looked suitable for the clothes and pushed the button that accomplished the task in the shortest amount of time. Opening the dryer, he immediately fished for his sweater and gasped out loudly with what the clothing article looked like. The once gray sweater was now littered with red and green streaks — thanks to the other Christmas sweaters and pajamas his girl had — and by some sorcery there was a white lace stuck to it as well as some colored cotton balls that were made to look like Christmas ornaments. Deciding that he didn’t really care, he decided to discard the shirt he was wearing and be clothed in the sweater.
As he was walking over to the party hall, his eyes brightened upon seeing his girlfriend; hugging her from behind he planted a kiss on her cheek, “Hey, doll.” Smiling brightly at him, she kissed his nose and moved out from their hug and took a good luck on her boyfriend. Chuckling at what he was wearing she teased him, “Congratulations. You’ve officially won the Ugly Sweater contest.” He rolled his eyes as he buried his face in her neck to tickle her, which proved successful as she let out a bunch of giggles that made him chuckle against her skin — adding to the vibrations. “Maybe you should ask for Santa for a simple washer and dryer this year?” Shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders so they could enter the room he told her, “Only thing I wished for is to spend more Christmases with you.”
^ gif prompt
Despite having computer skills Jensen couldn’t find out the perfect gift for his girl — even though he may have snooped around on her phone and laptop and yet his search remained unfruitful and the man still was clueless on what to get her. He ended up buying a lot of gifts which included her favorite chocolate and snacks, jewelry he hoped she’d like, a sweater he thought would look adorable on her, lingerie he knew would fit her well, her favorite scented candles, and a framed print photograph of the two of them. As he was delicately placing the items into a large box he bought in her favorite color. Deep in focus, he failed to take note of the presence of his beloved woman, “What you got there, babe?”
Startled, he jumped to stand up and used his body as a shield to avoid her curious and wandering eyes to see the gifts. “Babe! Didn’t hear you come in. What are you doing here?” Chuckling at his flustered state she sassed at him, “Well I live here too, right?” As he placed his hands on his hips he shook his own head as he grimaced at himself and was internally smacking himself for his dumb reply; his girlfriend was more amused with his flustered expression rather than what he was previous doing. “Well the surprise is ruined now; since I was wrapping my gifts for you,” It broke Y/N’s heart to see him disappointed in himself so she placed a kiss on his cheek and covered her eyes with her hands, “I’m not looking so you can put that away; then to make you feel better we can have sex.” Jensen was immediately turned on with her sultry tone and preposition that he just shoved all off the things inside the box before covering it; carrying her bridal style and leaving out the spare room. Y/N was laughing loudly at how her boyfriend was more than eager to carry out her suggestion.
“Since when are you so good at wrapping gifts?” — dialogue prompt
The only gifts that were under Y/N and Sy’s Christmas tree were either gifts that had been given to them by friends or the few presents she bought for her boyfriend. Part of her was optimistic that Sy had gotten her a gift too big that it was impossible to place it underneath the tree; but the more pessimistic part of her taunted her that he didn’t bother getting her a gift. Sipping on her hot chocolate as she watched a movie, she scrunched up her face in confusion upon hearing Sy let out grunts as he walked towards her. “Are you alright, bear?” At the moment she cursed at how thick her man was since his body concealed what he held behind him. “I couldn’t wait any longer ‘till the 25th, bug. Just had to give my gift to you.” His Texan accent was thick as he was proud of the gift he held.
She patted the spot beside him and he was more than willing to sit beside her; then pushing up the wrapped up box he himself wrapped. Holding the huge box in her smaller hands, she threw him a mocking look, “Since when are you so good at wrapping gifts?” Rolling his eyes at her jab, he brought his hand to tickle her side, “Since I had to give my girlfriend the best gifts I could ever give her.” Her heart melted with his sincerity and knew in herself that even though she has yet to find out what’s inside the box but knew that it was the best gift she ever received. Pressing a kiss to both his cheeks she shyly mumbled, “Thank you, bear,” Before proceeding to open up the gift. It was a bit of a struggle for Y/N to open the gift as the packaging tape Sy used was sticky on her fingertips; the former Army captain refusing to help her in her distress but instead just chuckled at her adorable reactions. “Oh my God, Sy!” She squealed as she saw what was hidden under the poorly wrapped gift was the laptop she was eyeing for a while since her old one was pissing her off. The captain wrapped his arms around her smaller figure as she put the box on the floor gently and launched herself on her boyfriend’s lap to press kisses all over his bearded face. “You love my gift, bug?” Nodding enthusiastically she pressed a passionate kiss on his lips before answering, “I did bear; thank you so much!”
“Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you.” — dialogue prompt
Lance shut the door as he came home after attending the Christmas party he and his fellow coaches and gymnasts had. He was wearing a silly Christmas sweater and a red belt that was tied to mimic a ribbon from a wrapped gift. “I’m in the living room, angel,” He yelled in hopes that his girlfriend would come to him. When he heard the soft pitter patter of her feet, he smiled upon seeing her figure approach him. “Lancey! How was the party?” She wrapped his arms around his neck as he peppered kisses on his neck to which the gymnast giggled at as he was getting tickled by her shenanigans. “It was alright; turns out Maggie got me for secret Santa and just gave me hair gel.” Pausing her actions, she moved away from his neck and ruffled his hair, “She knows you really well considering how you use so much.”
Feigning offense, he placed a hand on his chest as he gasped, “It takes a lot of work to get this hair to look perfect, like it always does.” Giggling at his response she just kissed his cheek and reassured him, “It always looks good, Lancey; but I do love your bed hair the most.” Her lingering hands lifted his sweater a bit and was shocked to see his belt, “Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift,” With curious eyes he looked at her as she wiggled her eyebrows as she lowered herself to kneel on the floor; by now he caught her drift, smirking as he let her do as she pleases, “And now I get to unwrap you.”
^ gif prompt
It was the annual Avengers’ Christmas outreach program and though he wasn’t the overall head, Steve volunteered which resulted in his girlfriend doing the same. As he was handing out the gift baskets the other agents had prepared, he looked over to find Y/N who was currently entertaining the kids. A loving gaze rested on his face upon seeing how much of a sweetheart and how caring she was around kids — his thoughts then drifted about how much more gentle and nurturing she would be if it were their own kids. Few hours after the outreach program ended, Steve was waiting by one of the couches for Y/N as she was still talking to some of the other agents, wishing them a great Christmas Eve. Smiling as she saw his sculpted face she plopped herself down on his lap as she snuggled herself to him, “Hey there, soldier.”
“You look real happy, doll,” He took note as she stroked the skin of her arm and felt her purr in pleasure from the simple act. “The kids were so sweet and adorable! One of them even thought I was a princess,” As she cooed about the children she interacted with earlier, Steve could not help his imagination as it drifted to images of him and Y/N taking care of their own. Settling one of his hands on her stomach, he began to run slow and soft circles on her skin as he spoke, “What if we had our own?” Craning her neck to look at him, she asked for clarification about what he meant, “What exactly are you saying, Steve?” A soft, serene smile graced his lips as he humorously spelt it out for her, “Why don’t we ask Santa for our own kid this year?” More than thrilled with his suggestion, she kissed his lips multiple times as she excitedly kissed his lips repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes! I’d love that so much!” Pleased with her response he hugged her as he uttered lowly, “Best part of trying for a kid is the sex we’ll be having.”
Baking together — general prompts
“Baby, can you come over here?” Will’s voice called for his girlfriend as he was laying down the ingredients he bought earlier. Appearing from the bathroom where she peed, she stood beside him as she placed a hand on the kitchen island, “What you got here, bub?” Opening the recipe for the Christmas cookies he found on the internet, he pointed to his tablet and the ingredients, “I need help baking cookies, please.” Y/N softly chuckled at how her man was pouting at her for needing help. “What are the cookies for, Will?”
Pushing away from the sink and heading over towards her, he trapped her between his body and the kitchen island as he revealed, “Well this is really the first time that I’ve been excited to spend the Christmas season,” The business consultant knew that when she tilted her head that she was confused with where his explanation was going so he just bluntly let it out, “I was hoping that us baking together could be our Christmas tradition.” Y/N could not help but feel the butterflies in her stomach erupt as she loved what Will had to say. Nodding her head excitedly, she hugged him, “I’d love that so much, bubba. That can be our holiday tradition starting from now.”
Kissing under the mistletoe — general prompts
The Christmas Eve gala Carter threw was nothing short of elegant and alluring. But as the CEO had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, it was the only proof he needed to believe that the night was elegant and alluring with her by his side; they both donned the color red in the suit he wore and gown she was dressed in. “You did a good job, Car,” Y/N whispered before pressing a kiss on the shell of his ear. Politely ending his conversation with one of his business partners, Carter smiled at her, “I think I did. I mean, I got myself a beautiful girl who loves me so much and is great at bed.” His jab resulted into her softly slapping his chest to which he only laughed at as he pressed a kiss on her cheek. “There’s something I wanna show you,” Allowing himself to be dragged away, he excused themselves just as some people were trying to start a conversation with them.
“What did you want to show me, angel?” Standing face to face at an empty hallway, he wondered about what it was she wanted to show him. With a grin — one that seemed innocent but the man knew better that if anything her mind had impure thoughts — she pointed a finger up and his gaze followed and smirked upon seeing a mistletoe hanging from above the ceiling. “My needy girl just wanted a kiss from me huh?” Nodding her head, his soft hands cupped her cheeks and pulled her in so he could plant an ardent kiss on her lips; smiling when he felt her claw at his back moan at the touch of his lips against hers. Breaking away from the kiss Y/N grabbed one of his hands — though Carter raised a brow with what she was up to but remained mum — as he guided his hand down her body he was surprised when she pressed his hand against her clothed core, “My panty has a mistletoe printed on it; does it mean you’ll kiss me there too?” Biting his lip as he got hot and bothered at the thought, Carter promised, “Angel, even without a mistletoe you can bet on it that I’m gonna kiss and fuck you down there.”
Friends w/ benefits — trope prompts
Ransom rolled on the bed and faced where Y/N was laying; he shocked himself as he ran his finger over the shape of her face with a rare, loving expression on his face. Before going up to dress himself up he kissed her forehead then headed for the kitchen. As he was preparing a pot of coffee and some toast for him and Y/N, he smiled as he heard some footsteps coming from her bedroom; might be waking up already, he thought. The front door opened to reveal a woman who looked like Y/N, but he suspected was older given how she had wrinkles on her face and had gray spots in her hair. “Oh, am I in the wrong apartment? I swear this where my daughter, Y/N, lives.” Putting the puzzle pieces together, he reassured her, “Oh don’t worry you’re in the right apartment,” He pointed to her bedroom as he spoke, “She just woke up and is probably washing up.” Ransom introduced himself as Y/M/N did the same as they shook hands; before an awkward silence could envelope them, there was a soft ping that came from the coffee pot to announce that the hot beverage was ready, “Would you like a cup of coffee?” The older woman nodded as she removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, “Yes please; I also bought some bagels and croissants that we could eat.”
“Mom! What are you doing here?” Y/N gasped out in shock as she saw her mother placing down some food on the table; she was also quick to throw an apologetic look at Ransom. “Well seeing as you’ve never given me a direct answer on whether you’ll be spending Christmas Eve with me and your father, I decided to personally get an answer from you.” The trust fund baby quietly laughed at the exchange between the two women; he never witnessed a banter that was filled with love and genuine wit without disdain or revulsion mixed around in it. “Okay, fine I’ll go!” Y/N sighed up in defeat as her mother clapped her hands excitedly, “Is Ransom coming as well? It’s about time you introduced us to your boyfriend you know!” With widened eyes, the younger woman was at disbelief at the fact she knew the name of her fuck buddy; She wondered about how did Ransom introduce himself he was ahead of her in answering, “We’ve been together for just half a year now; but I guess Y/N was just embarrassed of me.” Flinching as her mother smacked her arm as she scolded about how you shouldn’t be ashamed about the ones we care about Y/N was quick to retort, “I’m not ashamed of you. But if you want you can meet my parents on Christmas.” Both Ransom and her mother were smiling wide — clearly excited for that day. As her mother excused herself to go the bathroom, Y/N was now left with the former playboy and she moved to stand beside him and was pleasantly surprised when he engulfed her in a hug, “Is this your subtle way of telling me you want to be more than friends with benefits?” He smirked at her after placing a kiss on her forehead to confirm that it was indeed what he wanted, “Don’t gloat too much about it, princess.”
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Where You Belong
A little more Sy and Josie shenanigans.
Summary: During their difficult year, Josie goes to a house party and is reminded that not everyone has good intentions for pretty women. Sy rescues her from would be wrong doer.
Warnings: woman being drugged. Someone saying they want to sexually assault another person. Language, consenting romantic sex.
As the song came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile and think of my wife. She made me this playlist after I got the new truck that could play an SD card full of music. Leave it to her to drop in our wedding song. I can vaguely recall a drunken night in our earliest years, where I sang Garth Brooks songs to her to try and make her smile. Josie, my Pussycat, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t madly in love with that woman. She was like a tornado of sass, sarcasm, beauty, and passion. I know I haven’t been the best partner to her, I have been a terrible husband over the years. Yet, after everything we have been through, she still chose me. She chose to love me despite how badly I had hurt her. The best thing I can do now is prove every day that I am still worthy of her forgiveness and affections.
Being Jo’s husband has always been worth it though. I never knew a woman like her before. She is an incredibly strong willed woman, and I knew a man who once told me that I needed to learn how to “control my wife.”
You don’t control Josephine Syverson. You are lucky if you can even survive her. I had to tell him that more than once. She would have read him the riot act if she had heard him say it to me. Honestly, I wasn’t disappointed when he decided not to talk to us anymore.
When I pulled up to our little piece of heaven, our baby girl Stella whined happily. She loved our trips into town, especially when we go to the coffee house which gives out tiny cups of whipped cream. The German Shepard was the best addition to our family Jo could have found. The dog turned into a cuddle bug, and kept my girl safe when I have to be away for any given time.
When we walked into the travel trailer, I couldn’t see Jo right away. No matter how long its been, it always scares me a little when I can’t find her. Stella found her right away though, Jo was asleep on our bed, book still in her hand. I put the groceries away then joined her. She woke up just enough to smile at me then snuggled into my arms. The tank top she was wearing was barely keeping herself contained in the fabric, but damn did I love this view.
The ringing in my ears keeps me from hearing the subtle things, but I can see how her face softens again. She’s back to dreamland, so I kiss her forehead and relax with her. I take in the view of the little details she put up. Jo bought a little glass thingy that hangs by the window, when the sun hits it just right, the room is covered with bursts of rainbows all over. She found the quilt we are laying on in her favorite shade of teal at an artist boutique in New Mexico last fall. Unlike our homes before, this was an explosion of colors and soft textures. I am a black and gray kind of a man, but Josie… Josie is a jewelry box of colors.
Stella gives a long decompressing sigh at the foot of the bed, so I decided to close my eyes. I really enjoy these afternoons and not being physically close to her was the thing I hated the most about being away from her so many times. When we were going through our difficult period a few years ago, my arms would ache to hold her, it was torture to be so close. I had checked the calendar this morning, today marked three years since the incident in the kitchen. The biggest regret I have of my life is pushing her to the point of breaking. The following twelve months were brutal to both of us. Sometimes she wouldn’t even make eye contact with me for days at a time. There were days after therapy that I really had wanted to give up, and tell her that it was just too hard. I wanted to give her an out, so she could have a fresh start without all of… well… me. One night when she went out with her friends, however, changed whether or not I could leave her.
When we left her mother’s house that day, she made me promise that no matter what we decided to do, that I would keep her daughter as safe as I could. I think she was worried that Josie would self sabotage. I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t. Other people have no problem sabotaging beautiful women though.
The night her friend took her to a house party that was being hosted by a different company. She was dressed pretty cute that night, in her tight jeans and a black t-shirt, letting her dark hair down. Josie even put on some lipstick. She’s gorgeous any way she puts herself together, but I have always enjoyed when she gets a little more polished. One year for an officer’s ball she wore a low cut back velvet dress and this same red lipstick of hers. Jo looked like a glamour movie star that night, I was the luckiest man because I got to take this vision home with me. We wrapped up the night at Waffle House. She used to love getting dressed up like that and having some kind of breakfast food during the small hours of the night. On her way out, she squeezed my shoulder and said that she didn’t plan on being out that late.
“Well, you have my number if you need me. I’m happy to come and get you.” I paused my game and looked over at her. It had been one of our more difficult weeks, she gave me a sad smile before thanking me and heading out the door. I knew there was going to be a mix of people, but I didn’t know anyone who was going to be there. I tried to not to worry too much about her while she’s out. So I open up a beer and put on my comfy sweatpants, think about ordering a pizza for dinner.
I had just enough time to watch one of the cheesy Sci-Fi made for TV horror movies when I had gotten a text from JoJo.
I need you to come get me. I don’t feel good. I got a cold pit in my stomach and rush of panic. Please hurry.
On my way
Without a second of hesitation, I jump into my truck and make my way to the party’s address. I thank her quietly for giving it to me before she left. I get to the house in about ten minutes, throw the truck into park and jump out. Within moments I hear one of the son’s of bitches outside the party say something along the lines of “I’m feeling kind of rapey tonight, I think I need to rape fuck one of these whores here.”
I need to find Jo. I need to find her now.
Her friend is in the kitchen and looks surprised to see me there. I snap at her in full Colonel voice, “Where is Josie?”
“I haven’t seen her in a few minutes. She had been playing flip cup in the other room a while ago with some of the other women. She went outside for some air but I don’t know where she is.” She’s never seen me like this before and she’s clearly a little freaked out. I’m here, where are you?
I find another man who looks like a grunt, and I pin him to the wall “Where is my wife?”
“Sir, I don’t know who is your wife is!” I think he about shit himself.
“Her name is Jo, she’s this tall, Black shirt and jeans, red lipstick.”
“I… I don’t know, sir, I’m sorry, sir.”
I look around the backyard, and the bottom floor. I can’t find her. Her friend finally found me, and points me up stairs. She managed to lock herself in the hall bathroom, but I think Jo might have passed out.
“Baby, JoJo, please open the door sweet girl.” I say as gently as possible.
“James?” She responds weakly.
“I’m here, baby.”
“I can’t move, James, I can’t get off the floor.” she said, her voice sounded strained.
I want to punch through the wall. I want to rip the drywall down like a wild animal and claw my way to her. I pat myself down and feel my key chain. On the chain I have one of the gifts she had given me last Christmas, a tiny multi-tool with a screw driver on it. I start trying to get the door nob off the door. I tell her friend to call the MP’s for the base, they are going to need to get here soon because I will dismember anyone who tries to stop me right now. I then ask Josie to talk to me while I work on rescuing her.
She whines to me that she’s exhausted, and that she just wants to sleep. “Stay awake for me, baby. I’m almost in there, sweetheart. Hang in there for me, honey.”
I get the door nob off. And almost rip the door off it’s hinges. Josephine was losing consciousness by the time I got in there. I scoop her up into my arms, carrying her down the stairs and make my way to the truck.
“Oh, looks like someone’s had too much. Party foul!” Some jackass says.
“I swear to fucking god, I will end you. Get the fuck out of my way.” I growl at him. “I will fucking end every single one of these bastards careers when I find out who did this.”
The younger men back away from me slowly. Josie’s eyes open up long enough for her to slur “fuck ‘em up, baby.” And then promptly goes limp in my arms. I get her into the truck and haul ass to the local emergency room. I have her lay on the bench, it took a little time to get her buckled in. I was not prepared for my wife to have to same physical properties of a cat. It was like trying to make
Driving to the hospital I was an absolute wreck. I’ve heard about how people who are drugged can die from complications. I kept on hand on the steering wheel and my other hand holding hers. When I get there, I leave the truck running and run inside to the triage nurse and blurt everything I’ve gathered out. She makes a phone call and two large men come out with a gurney I show them where she is and we carefully take her out of the truck. My poor Jo looked so rough. They wheel her into the back, so I sit down and wait to be brought back after they stabilize her. Twenty minutes of me sitting there waiting to go back to see Josie, I see two police officers coming my way. These two guys look like they must have had a terrible day as it was and they were just itching for someone to pick a fight with them.
I was not going to spend my night in a jail cell because some chuckle fuck decided to hurt my wife. They question me aggressively given our history. I was able to show them my text conversation with Josie and after 30 minutes of them being incredibly rude, they left. Hopefully to shut down the party. Fuckers.
I fumed for the better part of twenty minutes until a doctor came out and told me what was going on. She was stable and asking for me. So they walked me back into the room she was in.
My Jojo. She looked so small and fragile to me for the first time in our lives together. They couldn't get an IV in easily so she had bruises up and down her arms. Her skin didn't have its usual radiance. I called her name and she opened her eyes. She wiggled her fingers at me in a weak greeting and then patted the hospital bed next to her.
"Are you sure, sweetheart?"
"Please, Sy. I want to feel safe." I get into the bed with her and kiss her forehead. She's back asleep a few moments later. I stay there, awake all night watching her.
Around three in the morning, I heard her voice sounded extra small.
"James, do you remember that Bed and Breakfast we stayed in after we got married?"
"Yeah, the one in Texas?"
"Yeah, we should go back." And then she was asleep again. I would give anything to be able to take her there again.
After the sun rose, I went out to the lobby to get us both some decent coffee while the nurses did their rotation. She seemed lucid this morning but was really confused about what happened the previous night. I asked her if she remembered asking me to lay in bed with her. She didn't.
They discharged her a couple hours later with the instructions that she would need to rest for the next few days. When we head home, she thanks me quietly in the truck.
"I know that despite everything, deep down I know I can count on you when it matters the most."
"I'm glad to hear that. I would have torn down every single wall in that house with my bare hands to get you out of danger." She reached over and squeezed my hand.
"I know you would have. Thank you, James." She smiled at me and she meant it. When we get back to the house I go and lay down on the office couch I had been sleeping on and try to get some sleep. A few weeks later we were back in the same bed together.
Presently, I feel her hands running up and down my chest. So I decide to whisper in her ear that she shouldn't start anything she can't finish. Josie giggles at me and I watch as she slides her leggings down her legs and gets on top of me. Her tank top is still not keeping her inside of it but I don't complain. I then run my hands down her sides and stop at that beautiful growing belly of hers.
"I love how these pregnancy hormones got you all fired up all the time."
"Oh, I bet you do." She grins at me as she releases me from my shorts.
"Pussycat, you are so fucking sexy. I am the luckiest man in world..." I trail off as she slides herself down onto me. I would do things against the Geneva convention for this amazing woman.
All I can think about as she rides me, and touches herself, is how damn lucky I am. She makes love to me like the wild goddess she is. Before long, I have her on her back, looking into her eyes as I enter her deeply and passionately. We moan our I love yous to each other as I get closer to cumming. With a long, burning kiss, I empty myself into her.
We come down from our orgasms together. Her tank top has been discarded and I take in how beautiful she is hand resting on her baby bump, while she reclines luxuriously in our bed.
"Any thoughts about where we should head off to after she's her?"
"We should move closer to your Mama. Have you told her yet?"
"No, I just want to be cautious. I'm going to wait a few more weeks."
"I definitely understand. You are going to be such a good mama to our little bit."
"I hope so. Thank you, James."
"Anything for you."
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I LOVED the Captain Sy story you wrote !! Please give us more !! Anything your heart desires but if you need an idea maybe sy punishing his girl ?:)
Thank you so much! It was my first time writing for him, but I’m so excited to write more!
Headcanon Sunday has started! Send me your ideas, I’ll be writing all day!
Being a military man’s partner isn’t easy
And some days your insecurities got the best of you, as it can happen to anyone else
The problem was that knowing your man spent months at a time away from you and with such attractive women as the one he had introduced you to that evening could definitely make you jump to conclusions
And Sy did not like that for one bit
“Do you have any idea how much I suffer, being away from you?” His thunderous voice reverberated across the house, but you were too in it to relent.
“Well, at least you got some lukewarm pussy to keep you entertained while you’re away.”
It was the wrong thing to say.
You ended up over his lap, dress bunched up on your waist, as his huge palm spanked over your naked ass
“Why would you ever even consider something like that, huh?”
You were overwhelmed, tears streaming down your face as he punished you
Not because of the spanking, but because you could hear the hurt in his voice
And you hated the fact that your insecurities led you to harm him in any way
He leaned over your body to reach for your bedside table and you knew what was coming next
Whenever you disappointed him, he refused to fuck you, refused to reward your behavior with his cock, knowing how much you loved it
So this was the only time he got out your vibrator, using it to bring you to overstimulation, perfectly aware that the toy could never compare to the feeling of having him inside of you
“I can’t ever stop wanting you.”
His words were more punishing than his actions could ever be
Even if they also served as a balm to your insecurities
“I’m in love with you. Not anyone else. Just you.”
Sy would be insatiable on a night like that
Even if he deprived you of his cock, he’d never deprive you of his touch
Because he knew it was what you needed to be reassured of him and his love for you again
So after he’d got you to cum at least three times with the vibrator, he’d deposit you on the bed
Where he’d proceed to eat you out until you were almost passing out from the overwhelming amount of pleasure
Incapable of knowing who you even were anymore, but one thing you couldn’t forget
“Say it once again, sweetheart”
“You love me and only me.”
🥺 I love Sy so much
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Oh yay permission to send you fic related asks!! I'll start off by saying I lvoe how youre pulling off the limited POV, especially during longer conversations where the different intent and miscommunications pile up. it seems to me like you have a very clear grasp on the very different things/interpretations they all have going on in their own head. i like trying to understand what the non-kdj party must be thinking at the time, so i wanted to ask how much of their viewpoint do you map out/how do you do it when writing them? like, does it come naturally from their characterization, or do you ever need to write a bit from the other character's POV to know where theyre coming from?
Annooooon let me tell you a secret bestie... I pretty much always want to answer asks about my fic lmao. if you've been holding back DO NOT. <^This guy has written and published almost 100,000 words about this particular topic, methinks he might be a bit of a chatterbox about it...
GREAT question too. I think that like you say, KDJ's biased POV is really one of my favorite parts of writing the fic. It let's me create these situations where literally EVERY character is thinking something Completely Different is happening than the others, which is my favorite form of comedy. With this you also get to sort of juggle with the Reader's perspective, because with fanfiction you can expect that the reader will have a certain baseline understanding of the characters that lets them sort of see through the veneer of the social interaction as to what's really going on. I think that this kind of writing/reading is less about planning out and practicing at multiple POVs like you suggest and more about like exercising some empathy muscles for reader and writer... In the first place I think that I started the practice of really writing in order to become more articulate about expressing my own emotions, so I think a part of that is trying to express the emotions and perspectives of characters... And when you're viewing someone from the outside and are trying to understand them that way, you only get the avenues of their dialogue and their actions, and when you're writing a conversation it's easy to naturally work reactions in like that.
I don't really write out more than like notes about what's going to happen, so like, for example, popular scene in chapter 3: Shin Yoosung gets a stuffed animal from a gachapon machine. So, like, I know in my head that I have this specific characterization and take on Shin Yoosung, she's sort of a kid that is used to being disappointed by adults in her life but takes it onto herself. So when her mom forgets her birthday her thought process becomes "Well, I'm a big girl now, who cares? It doesn't matter that much anyway," she thinks like this to avoid having to be disappointed in her parental figure, but her rationalization doesn't hold up to her real emotion, which is where LGY and KDJ are able to provide support to her... I feel like all this just comes naturally from my interpretation so I would sort of know this about the characters like you know a person, right? Then the note is just about what plot point should occur, "SYS's mom forgets her birthday, KDJ buys her a cake, gochapon." Then I might write a bit of that scene and then just move it around in the outline where I see fit. So, like you say, I have the idea that SYS is having this dramatic moment where she tries her best to hold back her feelings, and then one adult in her life says "you don't have to, even if you feel sad for no reason, in this moment I'll do my best to make you happy" through his actions, it's obviously something that matters a lot to her. It really would be way to much trouble to have to write out a whole separate aspect in her perspective though, so there's no practice like that.
What I DO practice is that sometimes I take multiple cracks at a draft if I feel it isn't striking the right tone. Last chapter I was really held up by the LHS and JHW scene, because I hadn't quite hit the right vibe with it I felt. It's a bit difficult because what I had in my notes was basically "m/f couples that exist to be foils to gay romance are valid," so I think that my first drafts were way too heavy handed about that, and too LHS focused too. I think that another struggle I had in general that chapter was worrying about KDJ coming on a little too strong and messing up the pacing of the Vibes, because it's the beginning of this transition period in his emotional state which needs to be in a certain place by the end of 4.4... OK no one cares about that. Basically I was struggling to segue into the LHS & JHW discussion, then the one on one LHS and KDJ discussion without it coming across as making JHW's traumatic experience all about her male partner you know? Because a recurring dynamic I've tried to portray is someone who feels helpless vs someone who needs help, and the amount of care we have for our loved ones, being a survivor vs being a savior, what those concepts mean, etc. Like knowing your loved one is in danger and there's nothing you can do, that's one of the core emotions right, so I was trying to bring that out without having any weird implications if that makes sense.
Basically I was struggling and struggling with it until I realized that what I had written was basically a LHS & KDJ scene, then a JHW & LHS scene, then a JHW & KDJ scene, then a LHS & KDJ scene again. So I had the picture of the individual characters in my head, but I had failed to connect them to one larger group dynamic, just attaching them to each other in what were essentially duologues.
The break in the case for that one, and the reason I'm telling you about this I guess, was being able to have an experience in my real life that was sort like this. Basically I was visiting two of my pals I hadn't seen for a while at a ballroom dance tournament where they were participating and I was observing. We hadn't all hung out in person in a good while, and I realized that I felt a bit awkward and didn't know what to talk about, whereas they could both talk to each other about ballroom dancing and get conversation going that way... This let me really crack what JHW's perspective was, lol. I was like. Oh. She thinks she and KDJ are participating in the same ballroom dance competition.
There was also this aspect of "this m/f couple literally Can't Cope without their Favorite Little Guy. what's the point of being comphet if your gay boy best friend has been imprisoned/hospitalized for his crimes against humanity" that I wanted to incorporate after rereading some parts of orv...
Okay IDK if this makes that much sense but basically here's what I had in my notes about that conversation:
JHW is having an awkward catch up with her ex and is relieved that her friend who she Knows How To Interact With is there.
LHS is like wow I'm hanging out with my Cool friend but I'm cringe fail so i don't know if she hates me, its a good thing my Cool superior from work is here to support me.
KDJ is sitting next to blorbo from his arm and trying to do narrative math to figure out how soon he and/or JHW are going to die violently (make LHS sad).
Then I just rewrote basically the whole thing and it worked out fine lol. Basically cracked onto the perspective of "KDJ desperately tries to be a third wheel but JHW and LHS are actually really into tricycles and would absolutely eat shit if you asked them to ride with just the two wheels." It became hilarious to me how enthused they both were to have him there and how much he Did Not Want to be there lmaooo.
God Ok. Rambling. Um basically I don't generally do drafts written from different perspectives I don't plan to include in the final draft bc I feel like there's extra work involved in that. So I'm mostly writing from real life experience with the way real people work/my own understanding of characterization. I do take notes sometimes about plot events/character moments that need to happen in my outline. Like recently I reread the stuff I published takin notes on where YJH's head is at bc of 4.4 stuff that's happenin... haha.
I DO sometimes write other characters' POVs though. I think some of them might be included towards the end or in extras after I'm done with the main story. Like I have snippets of some soosang stuff and excerpts from HSY's writing. And then, not to spoil anything, but you know how ORV has more third person povs as the story goes on? My work may or may not have some of such funny business lol.
Thanks for reading and thanks a lot for your ask!
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Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)
Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)
Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta
You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel.
So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz.
Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”
You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.
You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!”
“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!”
You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around
You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”
“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”
Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”
“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”
You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”
“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you
“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him
“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!”
“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you
“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke
“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”
You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”
He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”
You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”
“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”
“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”
He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”
“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!”
“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”
Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”
“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”
“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door
“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”
He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.
“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”
“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment
“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances
You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!”
“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”
“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will.
“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol”
He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”
“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer
Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”
“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you
“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs
He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”
“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”
“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was
“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you
“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you
And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”
He hummed back “I see....”
You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.
“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you
“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”
With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....
So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.
“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them
“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”
“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face
“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two
“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”
You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”
He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”
“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.
“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”
You sigh “Then i’-”
“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!”
You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”
“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”
“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.
“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.
“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more
Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”
You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”
“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter
‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself
You hum “Will I still get a gun?”
“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you
“Deal” You nod to yourself
“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”
“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”
Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”
You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”
“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away
“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”
You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”
“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly
“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.
“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally
“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”
You shot him with the gun in annoyance.
‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’
Author’s Note:
Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol
No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.
So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4
Tags: @sushiims
#sykkuno x reader#sykkuno fanfic#sykkuno imagines#sykkuno x y/n#sykkuno#sykkuwu#corpse x reader#corpse husband x reader
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